#pietro x yn

[imtryingbuck]

Regrets

~ gif not mine credit to owner ~

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x fem!Reader

Summary: you and Wanda were best friends until she left you in the Hydra base.

Word count: 963

Warnings: abuse. death (starvation). no happy ending.

Masterlist

Today is the anniversary of escaping Hydra for Wanda, it should have been a happier time since it meant that she was no longer in the clutches of those that used and abused her, but everyday she was plagued by the constant memory of what she had done that day, and just like everyday the last words you ever spoke to her play on her mind, day in and day out.

"You were my family.”

The way your voice cracked broke her heart, she remembers the way you stuttered as you willed yourself to look at her through the thick glass window, the way you turned around and dropped your head along with your shoulders in defeat as you moved further into the room, into the darkness.

Leaving you in the Hydra base wasn’t something she wanted to do, she wanted the life you both had planned and dreamed about with each other. However, Wanda was selfish as she walked past your cell door, you clocking her straight away and begging for her to let you out, but all she said was she needed to find her brother. You told her you would help her, she told you just to wait and she’ll come back to you.

You knew, you knew she wasn’t coming back for you and you accepted it. She didn’t have any obligation to do anything for you but you still begged anyway, thinking-hoping that everything you two had planned together would become a reality.

But she left, left you alone scared and confused for what what’s happening and what was to come. 

It wasn’t until Wanda was safe up high in the sky that it dawned on her that she had left you behind.

Every night since being at the tower she sits on the soft fluffy carpet in her room and talks softly to herself through the a hole she had made in the wall. 

Every night she’s cries when you don’t reply. The realisation that you’re not there, safe just the same as she is hits her hard. Every time.

As the years passed she thought of you daily, hoping that you were safe, hoping that you was with Pietro and causing mischief wherever you two were.

She tried to justify what she had done not like it made any difference. She tried to live her life like she thought you hoped she would, but it didn’t make it any easier as you weren’t by her side.

The only people that knew what she had done was her, you and Pietro and since you and her brother were no longer here, it made it easier for Wanda to suffer in silence.

Though Wanda did smile and laugh more there was always times where the Avengers - her found family - would notice her smile or laughter fading away quickly. Never knowing that she would torment herself for wondering if you would have smiled or laughed at the thing that was being said or done.

She didn’t have many regrets in her life but leaving you behind was number one.

Wanda couldn’t breathe or take her eyes off the screen.

Her chest tightened painfully, her vision blurred with thick burning tears.

“-Wand? Wanda? Are you alright?” Steve asks when he noticed the change in his friends demeanour.

“I-I know h-her” she rasps.

The teams eyes bounce from Wanda to the woman in the photo. The woman was found by SHIELD chained to a wall at the Hydra base they overtook, the bruises and deep lacerations that covered her very slim frame made Steve gulp and Tony’s eyes drop down to his hands.

“How?”

“She was with me when I was with Hydra, her cell was next to mine” She stutters out.

“Was she not there when we found you?” Steve asks again.

“I-I told her I’d come back for her but-but I didn’t  I didn’t go back” Wanda cries.

“Wanda…”

“I know alright I left her all alone”.

“I’m sorry”. Steve sighs, a beat or two go by before he speaks again “Wand did she have any abilities?”

“She can heal faster than normal”

“What was the main reason for her being there? Do you know?” Tony now asks.

“Because…so we-the experiments could train on her, they would make us do awful things to her but she always survived it.”

“Jesus…”

“Was-was it quick?”

“Wan-“

“Yes or no Steve was it quick?”

Finding his eyes filling with tears, he looks at his friend with remorse. “No. Sh-she died of starvation, Wanda I’m so sorry”

“Do they know when she died?”

“Don’t do this to yourself, it’s not going to cha-“

“Steve please!” She begs him to tell her the truth no matter how much it was going to pain her.

“Th-they estimate that s-she died seven hours before they found her”

All this time and you was still alive, because she left she assumed you had died. You were alive and being tortured by god knows who. You were all alone, probably thinking no one even cared about you and it was all her fault, if she had gone back or even got you out first then you would have known the love and warmth of a family. 

You had given up, lost the fight seven hours before you were found. And it was all her fault.

The team watches as she stands up and walks away, she doesn’t get far as the heart breaking, gut wrenching scream tore through the barrier of her lips causes her to drop to her knees.

She didn’t have many regrets in her life but leaving you behind was number one and the second biggest regret she had was never being able to tell you how much she loved you.

~ banner credit goes to @sweetpeapod ~

[bi-ss]

~ Ties that bind ~

Bucky x reader- arranged marriage.

Warnings - non, I don't think..

(This is a little bit of part 1, so I made write more I may not, we'll see. I'm also going to give the reader and her parents a positive relationship. idk I think it suits the best

You always knew you were to be married off. Your mother was always transparent with you about that. She always told you that you may not like the man or woman, but love was always hard to find anyway. So one day, when you were 16, you typed up an agreement and gave it to your father about if you were married off, what you wanted, you do have your mother's stubbornness after all.

*knock knock*

"Come in," hearing your father grumble, you push the dark wooden doors which you are a lot heavier than your dad and his men made it seem. You stand in the doorway for a second before your dad gets up from behind his desk. He slowly walked round, motioning for you to come in and close the door. He pulled a comfy seat out a bit before sitting on his desk. You sat out looking up at him, handing him the typed papers in your hands. He looked at the title and gave it back to you.

"Read it to me, Ladybug." You smiled at the nickname he used and has used since you were a baby. "I see your mother as prepared you for this, and I see you listened for once," he joked, knowing you never liked working or school for that matter.

"I don't want to be a housewife, can't think of anything worse," you scoffed at your remark while your dad just laughed, still smiling down at you. "But I would prefer if you read it then get back to me as I told mother I'd help her cook.. it's burrito night!" He slowly nodded at you. Reading aloud wasn't something you liked doing. Taking the papers stapled together, you got up and started walking towards the doors, dreading the embarrassment of trying to open them again, but you didn't have to. Your dad was right behind you, holding it for you like you didn't just use all the strength to pry it just a little.

That's how you life's always been, your mother, a housewife. Your mother was the most beautiful and mature woman to probably ever exist, her long vibrant curly ginger hair, her pale soft skin loaded with freckle, her forest green eyes complemented everything about her even those rosy cheeks and lips. She adored your father as much or even more as he adored her. They do say opposites attract, fitting for your parents as your father, the breadwinner. Your father was a handsome and smart man, with dark chocolate hair which your mother loved putting into pigtails, his skin is covered with tattoos front to back, up and down, his toned and tan skin barely visible, his one good eye a smokie light grey colour, is other eye was sew shut while being littered with scars. Your dad has become more careful and gentle when your mother is pregnant. It wasn't hard to see that his men liked this change to, according to your mother. An example is when the twins joined, Wanda and Pietro maximoff joined, and they were put through uni with help from the family in case they wanted an out, making sure they had a choice. They stayed by the family's side.

Now, 6 years later, you're sitting in your fathers office it hasn't changed a bit, you can't say the same about them, he was sitting on the worn-out leather chair with your mother behind him, their hair turning grey and with smile line proudly on display. You sitting at the side of the desk, not next to your dad and not next to Mrs and Mr Barnes, with their irritated son, James Barnes. The meeting was already off to a bad start when his girlfriend Sharon demanding to attend, but met with your dad saying he didn't have business with her and if that's know they did things, he'll call it off. You listened in on the conversation when your dad wasn't there, and to sum it up, Mr Barnes threatened, saying he'll disown his son and give it all to Rebecca. She's now at the bottom of the stairs being watched secretly by maids, workers, and guards. The elderly guest were very shocked at the fact they didn't even know you were there when they were giving the to toddler a reality check, which made both your parents proud and all 4 laugh about it. Before the definition of cantankerous, egocentric, and many more adjectives, you couldn't ever walk in.

. . . . .To be continued. . . .

[local-crying-boy]

you should write something where pietro is a vampire since it’s almost halloween!

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𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝙿𝚒𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚘 𝙼𝚊𝚡𝚒𝚖𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚇 𝙵𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: 𝙾𝚗𝚎-𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝, 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏, 𝚟𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚎!𝙿𝚒𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚘, 𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚒𝚌

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 '𝚅𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜' 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 '𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗' 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝𝚢 (?), 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚎 𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚈/𝚗, 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚔, 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 (𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚏𝚕𝚢) 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚊𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚙𝚝 𝚎𝚗𝚍

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚆𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙿𝚒𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚘 𝙼𝚊𝚡𝚒𝚖𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚜��𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎’𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚗, 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚆𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊’𝚜, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙿𝚒𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚘’𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚛. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜, 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚠𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚜

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 2k

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Pietro Maximoff was an odd fellow sometimes, especially after a certain mission that he and Wanda refused to talk about when they got bad.

Wanda seemed different, like she had seen something that she would never be able to forget, never be able to escape. While Pietro grew more distant to the team, he seemed paler, he never came out during the day because he'd spend it all sleeping.

The team respected the fact that neither of the twins wanted to talk about what happened on that mission, that they didn't even acknowledge that it even occurred. The whole team didn't.

Apart from you.

How could you forget it?

You were the only one awake that night. You couldn't sleep, once again, and was in the Compound's kitchen, drinking a cup of tea.

It was a peaceful night, silent, unlike how it would usually be during the day. There were no squabbles between team members and no overbearing presence of a certain egotistical billionaire, it was nice to be on your own for a bit.

However, all that seemed to crash down immediately as Wanda and Pietro rushed into the room.

Neither had noticed you for the entire ten minutes they were rushing about. You didn't move, you felt like you couldn't. You were sure you were holding your breath the whole time they were in there.

Pietro was covered in blood, the sickening crimson dripping from his wrist onto a puddle on the ground, a bloodied nose and mouth. Wanda was covered in his blood, too, though she seemed so much more panicked and than Pietro had.

At one point, Pietro was leaning against the wall, panting heavily as he groaned out in agony. As soon as Wanda reached out to help, he shouted, pushing her away. You had no idea what he said, but he was cursing in Sokovian, leaving you to wonder what happened that was so bad that would cause Pietro to lash out at his own sister.

After that horrifying scene, you had the image of Pietro and Wanda bloodied stuck in your head, it coming to light every time you had seen Wanda.

How had they not noticed you? Were they too focused at whatever had happened? If they were so bothered by it, why didn't they call for help? Pietro obviously needed it.

You wanted to approach Wanda about every single day, demand to know what happened that night, hell, even on that damned mission. But the rest of the Avengers had caught onto your burning desire to know what happened and always was able to move the topic along before you even got the chance to bring it up.

Then there was the choice of asking Pietro, a fete that seemed impossible to do now that he was sleeping all day and out all night. No one even knew where he went in those late hours, but F.R.I.D.A.Y.'s CCTV always caught him leaving and coming back as soon as the sun went down and just before it came up. By the time everyone woke up, he was tucked comfortably in bed, without a single inch on sunlight coming into his room.

You could not explain how back you were itching to find out about what happened. It was not out of pure curiosity, you were terrified that night, each night you would pull out different scenarios about what might have happened on that mission and each night you scared yourself even more.

But enough was enough.

One day, rather early in the morning, you had stayed downstairs in the kitchen, waiting for Wanda to come down. You mostly figured out everyone’s routine, mostly because they were starting to all get similar.

You were sipping on your drink, fingers tapping against the glass, a hand holding up your chin. Steve and Wilson already went out for a run and wouldn’t be back for a while, Natasha and Barton ate breakfast together and started their stretches for the day’s training. Now all you had to do was wait for Wanda.

You heard her footsteps start to get closer and you perked up in your seat, back straightening for a moment as you kept your eye out for her. When she emerged, wiping away sleep from her eyes, walking over to the counter to start making herself a cup of tea.

After a few moments you spoke up. “Wanda.”

Her head turned over her shoulder for a moment as she stirred her drink, before looking back over to it. “Yes?”

“What happened that day?” You asked bluntly, no point beating around the bush.

She paused, her spoon hitting the side of her mug rather suddenly. Despite not looking at her face, you could tell that she had that same scared look on her face that she had when you saw her that late night.

“Nothing happe-” she tried to say, but you had quickly cut her off.

“Don’t give me that bullshit.” You scoffed, shaking your head. “What the hell is wrong with Pietro? What's wrong with you?”

Wanda was silent. she seemed like she wasn't going to talk. Her eyes were fixated on yours, however, like it was a wordless demand to stay quiet, to no longer question her.

It was, easily, a demand you weren't going to listen to.

"I saw you two that night." You stated bluntly, your tone sharp and harsh. You could have sworn you saw her subtly flinch at the statement.

Her eyes were wide with shock, you saw her bottom lip quiver with fear when all she could hear was the words repeated in her mind. “What do yo-”

“I saw you two,” You repeated, arms resting on the table, Wanda could feel as your eyes burned into her gaze too, “And Pietro covered in fucking blood.”

She remained silent, her eyes tearful with, what you could assume, fear and despair. She shook her head slowly, her gaze falling to the ground.

“Wanda.” You called, your voice harsh still, your patience was gone. It had been gone for a while now, all you wanted was the truth, the proper truth. “Please.”

“I can’t tell you.” She muttered quietly, but she moved over to where you were sitting. “I can’t tell you.”

It was your turn to be silent this time, you pulled out your phone and checked the time, before shoving it back into your pocket. You didn’t even say goodbye to Wanda, you just stood up abruptly and made a beeline for Pietro’s room.

It was the time of day where an odd few of the others who permanently lived in the compound were starting to get up, they had shot you several various looks, some calling out to ask where you were going with such a determined presence.

You paid no attention to them, you were more so focused on the limited amount of time you had to talk to a certain (recently) nocturnal speedster.

You wondered if it was too late, early for you but late for him, and that his door would be locked and he wouldn’t reply to your calls. Though, you quickly discarded the thought and decided that you would simply nag him until he actually opened the damn door.

Your fist pounded against the locked door, brutally and loud enough for the whole building to hear. However, who could blame you? Secrets were being hidden and everyone who moved on acted as if you were mad for, well, going mad over different reasons as to why Pietro and Wanda's behaviours both changed.

"Pietro Maximoff!" You called from the hall, knowing damn well that that boy could hear you, and may have even woken up finally. "Open this damn door, or I swear to anything Holy that I will break it open!"

Realistically, you wouldn't actually do that. You weren't the brute strength of the team, Bucky and Rogers were, and you, also, knew that you wouldn't want to face the confrontation from both Pietro and the team if you did carry out your threat.

"Go away!" He called out hoarsely from the other side.

Finally. It had been a damn long while since you heard that stupid voice. Granted, it sounded different, more hoarse, broken. Defeated.

You groaned in frustration, banging again on the door. "Open the door!"

"No!" He swiftly shouted back at you.

'Dear Mother of-' You muttered under your breath, you weren't in the mood to go back and forth with the stubborn speedster, not today, not for the weeks that had gone by since that mission.

Your hand tried it's luck and forcefully shot downwards and clamped around the doorhandle, you had expected it to be locked, like it had been for weeks. Although, to your surprise, the door opened.

You weren't about to lose this opportunity, so you forced your way into the room before he could push you out. You were, honestly, astonished that you were able to do so, there were so many times where Pietro had beaten the team due to his speed.

You slammed the door behind you, your back to Pietro, but only for a mere moment.

When you spun around, the sight in front of you was nothing like you'd ever seen.

Sickening. That was the first thought that popped into your mind, your eyes widened in pure shock, you could feel the bile pile in the bottom of your throat. Swallowing, you took a step back, then you felt your back hit the door you had just, foolishly, closed.

"What the fuck..." You breathed out.

There was a dead rat in Pietro's hands, it blood covering his hands and dripping onto the carpet, no doubt staining it. Your eyes darted up to his face, the crimson red smudged around his mouth. Though, you couldn't help but look around the room, the curtains were ductaped closed, there were plastic bottles filled up with some red liquid and the smell, God, the smell.

You didn't know how you didn't notice it outside, but you could smell the rotting scent of the rat he was cradling in his hands. However, you were quick to realise that the rat he was holding wasn't the only source of the repulsive aroma, it couldn't be.

"Y/n." The sound of Pietro's voice hit your ears and caused your gaze to snap back onto his, but by then you were convinced you were going to throw up in front of him.

You shook your head, your hand blindly trying to find the door handle so that you could run out. Your voice came out faint, shakily. "No, no, no."

Just as your fingers found themselves clasp onto the door handle, Pietro was in front of you within a split second. You flinched your head away when he got close, breathing heavily as your heart raced out of your chest.

His hands grasped onto yours, though, it was not a tight nor harsh hold, not like how you were certain it was going to be. He moved your hands in front of him, your arms were outstretched, head turned away in disgust and fear, but he simply held your quivering hands to his chest.

"I can explain, I can explain." He quickly spoke, his voice was heavy with fear, trembling much like your own anxiety-laced breathing. But why? He was the monster who snared his teeth into the tiny, harmless beast. He was the one covered in blood.

"Let go of me!" You quickly hissed out, trying to pull your hands out of his hold, but failing to do so. Even if his fingers that were fastened around your wrists were a gentle feel, they were still able to keep your wrists bound.

"Let me explain!" He swiftly responded, pulling your arms towards him again, but only causing your whole body to move in the process.

That, there, was when you felt his strength.

You knew that Pietro was a strong man, you had sparred against him countless times ever since he joined the Avengers. However, this? This was something else.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" You cried out, snapping your head, finally being able to meet his. You couldn't, although, deny the way that you felt the nausea build again when you saw the blood on his lips, hell, even on his teeth.

"Something... Something happened." He said with a stuttering voice, his eyes so full of agony and suffering you almost felt bad for him. "I...I have no idea how to explain it, but..."

"But, what?" You asked, but did you really want to know the answer?

"I... I think I'm a vampire..." He muttered out, like if the words were spoken to loudly it would cause him physical pain.

"What the fuck?!" You gasped out.

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Masterlist

[wandaspetal]

An Island Made From Love

𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦: Marvel/MCU

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫(𝐬)/𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐩(𝐬): Wanda Maximoff x Reader, mentions of Kate Bishop x Yelena Belova (platonic), and Kate Bishop x Wanda Maximoff (platonic)

𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞: Established Relationship

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.4K+

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Mentions of death (no one actually died though I’m not heartless) , Mental breakdowns, panic attacks, mention of anxiety, depression, suicidal ideations, crying, angst with a happy ending, VERY GAY AND FLUFFY AT THE END I PROMISE

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You make your island flag in animal crossing Wanda’s crown.

𝐀𝐍: Reader uses they/them pronouns! This is very much partially based on me restarting my anch island and wondering how Wanda would react after a hard day….I’m mentally ill shush.

Wanda had been having the worst day. The team’s mission went south very fast. Hydra began implanting bombs inside their base’s so that in the case if they are ever found they can destroy the evidence of them being there. Soldiers waited outside for them with military grade weapons. The Hulk went into a fit of rage, Clint almost lost an arm and Natasha was almost crushed by rubble. Wanda was able to push herself hard enough to use her magic to make sure Natasha and her got out of the building quick enough.

They were the only ones left inside as the rest of the team fought everyone outside. After everything was said and done the ride on the quinjet back to the compound was silent. Even a small cough had an apology following suit behind it. Wanda is surprised she didn’t cry the same way Kate did as Yelena held her on the way back. The brunette simply placed a comforting hand on Kate’s back on the way home.

Wanda Maximoff had lost so many people in her life and this was another reminder of why she had to keep them out the way. The team can protect themselves. Y/n, a barista at a family owned coffee shop–one they barely work at anymore because their rich girlfriend takes care of them and Tony and the team randomly throws money and gifts their way. But that’s besides the point. The team is strong with super powers or serums or martial arts and knows how to use weapons. Y/n makes the threat that anything can be a weapon yet they ironically apologize whenever they bump into a chair, table, etc.

The mere thought of losing them the same way she almost lost half the team today nearly sent Wanda into a spiral. She convinced herself to hold on and remain strong.

Once they landed everyone was sent off to med bay, visible injury or not. Wanda had a scar on her brow and a cut on her nose and a sprained wrist. Both her arms were sore but she didn’t think that was worth mentioning. After leaving medbay she informed Jarvis to tell the team she went to see Y/n if they asked where she went.

Wanda didn’t bother driving a car, she stepped outside and immediately teleported inside Y/n’s apartment. The Sokovian wasn’t allowed to do that anymore after she scared them but she couldn’t help herself as she was on the verge of shaking from overstimulation.

“Wanda is that you?!”

“Y-Yeah!” She already felt tears coming to her eyes at hearing your voice but quickly blinked them away.

“Oh! Come look and see!!” Y/n exclaimed happily.

Wanda smiled and quickly walked pass the small foyer and to the living room. Her shoulders relaxed at the sight of her partner gazing at the TV that displayed her animal crossing game on it. She walked over and sat down on the couch.

“I restarted my island and it took like five times but I finally got villagers that aren’t ugly!” They squealed with joy.

Wanda placed her hands in her lap and smiled authentically at the screen. Y/n had already begun decorating the island and including as much villager homes as possible. There was customized pathing on the beach and grass.

“I named it Westview because you know…we said we wanted to move there.” Y/n’s voice grew quieter as their shyness increased. They shrugged. “And yeah…”

Wanda turned her head and reached out her to tuck their hair behind their ear. “That’s nice, I like it.”

Y/n blushed then cleared their throat. “Oh! Also the flag!! Look, look, look!!” They still hadn’t looked at Wanda as they could not turn their attention off the screen. Not even a bowl of the best pasta in the world could take their focus off their hyper fixation right now.

Wanda turned her head back towards the screen, still twirling their strand of hair between her two fingers. She dropped her hand at the sight of the flag that blew in the wind at the airport. It was her head piece. The one that she didn’t like at first but Y/n adored because it suited her so well. And because Y/n adored it Wanda slowly began to, too. Tony designed it for her after he heard her ranting about wanting more accessories for her costume the same way Nat and Steve did.

“I made it just for you!” They exclaimed.

“You made me a flag…with my head piece on it?” Wanda asked, her eyes glazing over with the tears she had been holding back since the mission ended.

Y/n beamed at the tv screen missing the full effect of their words. “Yeah! Because you’re my favorite person in the world and–“ They faltered and their brow furrowed with concern as they finally turned to look at the brunette. “Wanda, are you okay?” Y/n reached out and caressed her cheek with their palm as the witch begun to cry.

“I just love you…so much.” A lone tear trailed down her cheek. “You make me so happy…I-…today was awful and some of the team almost didn’t make it and it was so traumatizing and I just–” A much needed sob broke free from her mouth as she curled into Y/n’s warm embrace.

Y/n began to rock them side to side and soothingly rub their hand up and down Wanda’s back. “You’re safe now, let it all out.” Wanda sobbed harder than before, gripping on Y/n’s shirt for dear life. “I’m so sorry all of you had to go through that.” Wanda continued to cry as Y/n continued to speak.

They sat in silence until her sobs died down to sniffles and her eyes had stopped producing as much tears.

Y/n moved to pull away then stopped as Wanda whimpered. “Put your head up for me please.” Wanda complied, sitting up straight with their arms still around each other. “I love you.” Wanda felt another sob building up in her throat. “And I’m so so proud of you.” Another sob broke free but Y/n continued to speak as they wiped away Wanda’s tears. “Today was really hard and you did such a phenomenal job–yes you did.” Y/n reassured as Wanda began shaking her head. “You did a good job because you did your best.”

Wanda pulled away from their embrace, her body immediately felt the rush of cool air surrounding her. “I didn’t even tell Pietro where I was going, I just left and came straight here to you because I just felt so overstimulated and…and broken and scared.” Y/n nodded, holding their palms together. “And I know I did a great job but fuck why did my life have to be this way, I’m still here, I’m still the scared little girl who hid under a bed with her twin brother for 3 days after realizing our parents are gone and dead and…” She felt herself begin to descend into a panic and placed one hand on her chest and the other on her head. “I’m tired. I’m so tired.” She choked out.

Y/n took both Wanda’s hands in their own. “Baby, look at me, hey-” Their eyes met. “I’m right here, okay? Everything is okay now, the team is okay, your brother is okay and you are okay..you’re safe now.” Wanda blinked. Y/n brought Wanda’s hands to their chest and took a deep breath in then a deep breath out and continued this until Wanda began to follow suit.

It took five minutes until the normal color returned to Wanda’s cheeks and blood no longer felt like it was rushing to her ears. Y/n placed their hand on Wanda’s cheek, smiling as the witch sighed out of content. Wanda turned her head and kissed their hand before she spoke.

“Can you show me more of…Westview?” She asked softly while making eye contact.

“Only as long as you promise to move there with me…and also order us a pizza.” Y/n bit their lip and grinned as Wanda giggled.

“I promise.” Wanda took her phone out of her pocket and snuggled into Y/n’s side as the number for their favorite pizza place began to ring. “Extra cheese?” She hummed as Y/n kissed the top of her head.

“Sounds great.” They replied and began to decorate Westview as Wanda ordered them enough food to have leftovers for the next day.

[supernaturalstilinski]

Pietro Maximoff

Warnings: cussing,slight sexual references

A/n: if there is a character you want me to do this with dm/ask me! I’m open to anything!

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❀ꗥ～ꗥ❀ 𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐞♥️ 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲. ❀ꗥ～ꗥ❀ @pietro-maximoff

Comments:

Pietro-Maximoff: Thank you darling, but when did you take that photo of me in the bottom right?

↳ Y/l/nxY/n: don’t judge me…you were leaving for a mission..I needed I photo for when I get lonely🫣 Also you’re really fucking hot babe..

wandamaximoff: Happy Birthday P! Love you!

↳ Pietro-Maximoff: Love you too sis!

Pepperstark: You two are so cute together! Maybe a friend for Morgan soon?👀

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Bonus:

Y/n: PEPPER!!

Pepper:yes?

Y/n: Why would you comment that!? Now his birthday present is ruined…

Pepper: It’s all okay. Wanda took his phone before I commented. Now go tell him!

A/n: feel free to leave a comment or something I could work on with these! ♥️

[oizysian]

Hi, i have a request for you.

I was thinking about yn and Wanda being nat's ex. Even if Nat was in a relationship she doesn't commit to that person so it's obvious that she cheated on them.

The thing is they didn't know each other, yn knew pietro but didn't know about his twin, so when he introduced them, yn when she talked to Nat about previous relationship, Nat said Wanda's name so when they were alone, she has to ask about Nat and if she knew her, of course she did and they talked about her, about everything she did, etc..

From that day, they kept texting and having calls, and they went on a date. You know, the thing is being someone's ex and having something good from that experience.

Sorry if I explain bad the idea.

Home | Wanda Maximoff

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader, past Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader, past Natasha Romanoff x Wanda Maximoff

Warnings: talks of past cheating, drinking

Word count: 1.7k

•

“You gotta move on, Y/N.”

“Yeah, I know, Piet.”

“You keep saying that, but you’re still here moping.” He plopped down on the couch next to me. “Why don’t you come to my place tonight? We can have a real boys night.” I raised my eyebrow at him and he smiled.

“A boys night?”

“A gender neutral night. My sister is also visiting from Sokovia, so you can finally meet her.”

“It’ll be nice to put a face with all the good things you’ve told me about her.”

“Yeah, Wanda’s great. You’ll love her.”

I forgot his sister's name was Wanda. Natasha mentioned a Wanda once or twice before. Was it the same girl?

“I’m sure I will.”I paused, gathering my thoughts before speaking again. “Did … does Wanda know Natasha?”

“Everyone knows Natasha.” He rolled his eyes. “I told you not to get involved with her.”

“I know, you’ve told me hundreds of times and I never listened.”

“You never listened.” He agreed. “Now let’s get you ready for gender neutral night.”

•

Pietro was attempting to fix his stereo when the doorbell rang.

“Can you get it? It’s Wanda.”

“Sure.” I replied, getting up from the couch with my beer and heading to the front door.

I opened it to reveal a beautiful - no - gorgeous girl with brown hair, dark makeup and clothes and tons of rings adorning her fingers.

“H-Hi.” I stuttered and she smiled. I was completely captivated by her.

“Hello. You must be Y/N.” Her voice was smooth like chocolate and her accent thick.

“I am. You’re Wanda.”

“I am.” Her accent was much thicker than Pietro’s, probably because she still resided in Sokovia.

“Come in.” I moved to the side and let her enter, closing the door behind her.

“Sis!” Pietro called out, finally giving up with his ancient, broken stereo and coming to meet his sister at the door.

“Piet!” She greeted him back, throwing her arms around his neck in a crushing hug.

I watched them silently, nervous that I was intruding on a private moment considering he hadn’t seen his sister in quite a few months. They parted, excitedly looking at each other before he turned his attention to me.

“I see you already met Y/N.” We nodded in unison. “She’s my best friend, you know.” He said to Wanda and she looked me over quickly.

“I know. I’ve heard a lot about you, Y/N.”

“All good I hope!” I chirped and she smiled.

“Same to you about whatever lies he’s told you about me.”

“No lies!” He threw his hands up in surrender. “When do I lie?”

“When you’re trying to bed a new girl.” She quipped and he shrugged.

“Okay, you got me there.” He gestured to her with his hands. “Come in, come in! Grab a beer, I’m just getting the music working.”

“Do you still have that old stereo we had back when you still lived in Sokovia?”

“Of course!” He said as we walked into the living room, returning to his spot in front of the stereo and tinkering with it again. “This thing has got me through some rough times.”

“Hm, many nights we stayed up late listening to your stolen CD’s.”

“Stolen?” I raised an eyebrow at him and he smiled cheekily.

“I prefer the term ‘borrowed.’”

She nodded and I sipped at my beer. Realizing she didn’t have a drink in hand, I made a gesture to the kitchen.

“Would you like a drink? I can get you one.”

“Sure.”

I smiled and turned to retrieve a beer for Wanda. In the kitchen, I went into the fridge and grabbed three drinks, knowing Pietro and I would need a new one soon, and returned to the twins with fresh beers in hand.

“Here you go.” I offered one to Wanda and she took it, popping off the top with ease and taking a gulp. “Definitely your sister.” I laughed, handing Pietro his fresh drink.

“She gets some things from me.”

“Nothing good.”

They tipped their bottles at each other and laughed. Wanda and I took a seat on the couch and watched as Pietro worked on his ancient piece of technology.

I bit my lip in thought, wondering if I should bring up Natasha. It had been bugging me all day that Wanda might’ve been the Wanda Nat spoke about, and I just had to know if she treated Wanda as poorly as she did me.

“So, Wanda,” I said a bit nervously, shifting my beer from my left hand to my right. “When was the last time you were here?”

“About two years ago.” She said casually, sipping her drink. “Went through a nasty breakup and headed back to Sokovia to recover.”

“I told you both to stay away from that Natasha!” He yelled over his shoulder. “Nobody ever listens to me.”

“You dated Natasha too?” She asked and I nodded.

“Yeah, we, uh, actually just broke up. Like, yesterday.”

“I am not surprised. Natasha has problems with commitment.”

“You’re telling me.” I took a gulp of my beer. “But, she has no problem finding other women to commit to for a night.”

“Same old Natasha.”

Wanda and I spoke as Pietro tried getting the music working, realizing we had a lot in common - other than the fact that we both got burned by Natasha.

By the end of the night, we had exchanged numbers and promised to keep in touch and hang out while she was still in town.

She messaged me the next morning asking if I wanted to go out for breakfast, and I accepted. After that, we spent nearly every day of her time here together, with and without Pietro in tow.

When she finally returned to Sokovia, I was pretty depressed, but I tried not to show it. Pietro read me like a book, knowing almost instantly that I had a crush on his baby sister.

“It’s not like that.” I protested, but he just laughed at me.

“Yeah, and I bedded the Queen of England.”

I gave him a look and he smiled. Of course he had to go and be a smart ass. I looked down at my hands folded in my lap, twisting the lone ring on my pointer finger. Why did he have to be right about Wanda? I had just gotten out of a rough relationship with Natasha - I didn’t want to hurt Wanda by rushing into things. I wasn’t even sure if she felt the same.

“She’s … she’s special.” I spoke softly, still not looking up at him. “I don’t know, Piet, I just …”

“I get it, Y/N. You’re scared.” He sat down next to me. “Normally, I wouldn’t encourage someone to date my sister, but you're my closest friend. I know you won’t hurt her. And I know she won’t hurt you.”

I looked up at him, surprised at his words. Did he really not mind me possibly being with his sister?

“Don’t get it twisted,” he said with a chuckle. “I don’t want to hear about you sleeping with her.” He made a face. “But, I do want you both to be happy.”

I played with my fingers nervously, nodding. I was happy to have his blessing, but I still was unsure. Wanda and I had been talking for a few weeks now, even video calling each other after she left for Sokovia, but I was truly afraid of hurting her the way Natasha hurt me. Not that I would ever cheat on her, but I was just unreasonably scared.

“Talk to her about it.” It was almost as if he read my mind. “She’ll understand if you just communicate with her.”

Agreeing with him, I pulled out my phone and messaged Wanda that I needed to talk to her about something and she almost instantly called me.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?”

“Wanda.” I said, happy to hear her voice. “Nothing. I just … I wanted to talk.”

Pietro gave me a nod and left the room, giving me space and privacy to talk to Wanda.

“What about?”

“Us.” That was the extent of my bravery. The silence between us wasn’t uncomfortable but I was very nervous and it made me feel uneasy.

“What about us?”

“We … I mean, we’ve been talking and I feel like we’re getting … close. I just … I wanted to …”

“Y/N,” she said softly. “I agree with you, we have been getting close.” I held my breath. “And I’m so happy about that. I really like you.”

“I like you too, Wanda.” I admitted bashfully. “I’m just … afraid.”

“Afraid of what, detka?” She asked and I blushed at her using a pet name for me.

“Afraid of hurting you.” I whispered into the phone. “Natasha … she …”

“I know.” She said quietly. “I know what she did. But, you are nothing like her. I trust you. I know you won’t do anything to hurt me.”

I was silent for a moment. She was able to quell my fears with just a few words. She knew exactly what I was afraid of without me even having to tell her.

“When are you coming back to New York?” I questioned breathlessly and I heard her chuckle softly.

“Well, I wanted it to be a surprise, but I was planning to come in next week.”

I perked up instantly, smiling like a lovesick teen.

“So, I’ll see you soon.”

“You will.”

•

When Wanda’s plane finally landed from Sokovia to New York, I was there waiting for her at the airport to surprise her. Pietro was supposed to pick her up originally, but we had arranged it so that I would be the one to meet her.

When she saw me, she ran into my arms, dropping her bags and wrapping her arms around my neck tight.

“I missed you so much.” She breathed against my neck and I squeezed my eyes shut to prevent the happy tears from falling.

“I missed you too.”

She pulled away from me, her hands still on my shoulders and looked into my watery eyes, her own glistening with unshed tears as well.

“I’m so happy you’re here.” I said, my gaze falling to her lips.

“Me too.”

For a brief moment, I hesitated, but from the look in her eyes and the force pulling us together, we closed the distance between us. I never felt such fire until this moment.

Her lips were soft and she tasted like strawberries. I held her close, savoring the feel and taste of her.

She was home.

[eternalslover]

<333

I feel like my opinion on Pietro is never the same as anyone else’s so I’m making my own headcannons! 🫶🏻😁

Pietro Maximoff Headcannons + Short Scenarios <3

Pet/Nicknames

- Pietro constantly calls you Princessa, or my love. With his accent it just slips off his tongue. Angry, happy, you’re his and he won’t ever not let you know that.

“What? Princessa, you didn’t see that coming…?”

“My love, come onn!”

Personality

- Pietro would flirt with the dead if he pleases, and he’s damn well good at it too. He’s a complete flirt, with a big ego. Back in Sokovia, he was a… how would Wanda say it? Douchebag??? Ehh, the girls flocked to him. Hey I mean, even some boys flocked to him.

“Tonight, you… me and that tight little dress you wear. Yes?”

Sexuality

- Pietro is queer, no doubt. But mostly unlabeled I would say. I mean, he’d sleep with anything he found attractive. Gender never really mattered to him. I mean Wanda has seen boys and girls walk out of his room before, sometimes even together. If you know what I mean… he’d just follow out behind them shirtless, throwing sleazy smiles over his shoulder at his sister.

Protectiveness

- You and Wanda are his top priority. No matter the situation.

Someone flirting with you? He’d speed over and wrap his arm around your waist, whispering something dirty in your ear till you’re a blushing mess.

“I’m sorry… were you saying something?” With his accent and his brow lifted with a smirk- then probably mumble Sokovian curses at them as they walk away.

He will always play the hero though, if you and Wanda are safe he’s immediately throwing his life on the line for someone else. When he and Wanda were trapped under the bomb that leveled their childhood home, the only thing he could wish for was a superhero to save him. And they never came. So he promised to himself he’d always be that for other people.

[fandomnerd9602]

Werecat wanda x werewolf reader, where Pietro was looking for Wanda but Yn didn't want to let him know where she was so they hide Wanda with their body(imagine the dog is a wolf hahaha, something like this)

Werewolf!Y/N lays on the couch…

Pietro: where is Wanda?

Y/N: I don’t know

Pietro: you’re no help!

Pietro runs off…

Werecat!wanda emerges from under her werewolf beau…

Wanda: thank you detka

Y/N: anytime kitty

[biggrimace]

Run To You | Peter Maximoff

Part 3 / 3

Part 1 , 2

Summary: Peter is keeping away from you to keep you and your baby safe, but it's killing him. Vision comes to question him about you and then helps you regain control of your memory. You go to find and reunite with the man you love.

Warnings: pregnant reader

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It had been a few days since Peter had seen you, and it was killing him. Wanda was keeping you away from him, and he knew it. He could see how angry she was on her face. That night, you became lucid only briefly and got under Wanda’s skin. After she guided you out of the house and closed the door, he didn’t miss how she scowled at him as she walked back to the kitchen.

Stay away from her if you want them safe.

She whispered into his head menacingly. Since then, he’s basically been on house arrest, living with some lady named Agnes.

Oh, Petey! How’re you doing today, you little sourpuss?

She called as she entered the attic. He was lying on an old couch, staring up at the ceiling. His mind was racing, but he felt so empty. He couldn’t get that night out of his head. He was so worried about you that warning scared him. He just wanted to keep you and your son safe, but he knew to do that he had to abide by Wanda’s wishes and stay away, no matter how much it hurt.

Owh...

Agnes tutted, pouting at the site of him. Dried tear stains on his cheeks, eyes puffy and red, laid out on the couch where he hadn’t moved in hours.

Still being a big ol’ crybaby, I see.

She teased. He just sniffled and wiped his cheeks with his sleeve.

What do you want, Agnes?

He asked hollowly. She just scoffed and went over to the couch. She grabbed his feet and tossed them on the floor, causing him to turn abruptly into a sat-up position.

Hey what the fu-

His sentence was immediately caught in his throat when he saw who stood in the doorway behind Agnes.

Oh, should I have mentioned that first… whoopsie.

Agnes said sarcastically, pointing to the figure.

Are you Pietro Maximoff?

Vision asked, approaching him. Peter could only stare, mouth agape and eyes full of anxiety.

I- um- ya. Ya, totally robo-bro. What’s up?

Peter said shakily, hesitantly rising from his place on the couch and landing a gentle, playful punch to visions shoulder. Then there was silence. Peter watched as vision stared into his eyes as if trying to read his mind, but he didn’t feel any familiar pokes like when the professor did it. Finally, Agnes cleared her throat.

Alright, well, I think you got this handled; I’m just gonna leave you, girls, here to chat. I gotta go give somebody a one-way ticket to doggy heaven.

She said this quickly and then left the attic, but neither acknowledged nor even really heard her. Once she left, Vision spoke again.

I’m only going to ask you this one more time... Are you pietro Maximoff?

He was stern but not angry. Peter was scared. It was obvious Vision knew something, and he wasn’t sure if he should be honest or play his given part, knowing making a mistake could hurt you and your baby.

I- I’m not...

He whispered shakily. Keeping Visions gaze.

I- I’m Peter Maximoff. I’m- I’m uh- I’m from another d- dimension.

He stuttered, unsure of if he made a mistake.

Who is yn to you?

Vision asked. Peter took a shakey breath.

My uh- my wife. Her name is yn Maximoff. We’ve been m- married for three years. She’s preg- pregnant with our s- son.

He explained, deciding to stick with honesty. Vision only frowned.

Why are you here?

We’re not here to like- hurt you or- or Wanda or your uh- your sons. We were s- sent here. We’re part of a uh- team of mutants. We’re called X-men. We’re just- just investigating this place.

He pleaded. Vision took a moment to think.

Why were you so disturbed upon seeing your wife the other night?

He asked and sat on the couch, gesturing for Peter to join him. Peter suddenly felt more relaxed, like he had passed a test. He was still nervous that if he messed up, it’d put his family in danger, but he also felt Vision wanted to actually have a conversation. He sat down, rubbing his palms on his thighs, then joined his hands and looked at the floor. He spoke.

She’s not supposed to be here...

He admitted. Vision just listened.

We heard of this place and the insane amount of power going into it about half a year ago. I just found out yn was pregnant, and we were so happy.

Peter said, smiling at the memory.

We talked about it, the X-men. We tried to research it from our dimension because the professor was worried that whoever was controlling it would jump to our dimension and pose a danger to us since it was like a shit ton of power. He wanted to take "preventative" action.

He explained, making air quotes with his fingers and looking at vision, who nodded, encouraging him to continue. He turned back to the floor.

Anyway, the power in this place was off the charts, like nothing we’d ever seen, and the professor was worried, so we did everything we could to look into it from our dimension. Eventually, the professor decided it wasn’t enough and wanted to send one of our people here to look into it in person and report back anything we found.

Peter paused and took a shaky breath.

It was supposed to be her...

He admitted looking to Vision, lips pressed together.

Yn was supposed to come. Her mutation is more compatible with the type of power used here, and the professor said she would get the best results the fastest.

He said, his eyes tearing up again.

He sent her here? In her condition?

Vision asked, taken aback for a moment by this professor's lack of compassion. Peter shook his head, turning back to the floor.

No. I wouldn’t let him. At the time, she was almost 5 months pregnant. Just started to show. There was no way in hell I would let her go on this mission in her condition. I didn’t want my family at risk.

He said, jabbing a thumb in his chest and meeting Vision's eyes.

The professor offered to send me with her. I said no I don’t want her going at all. The professor said no, she has to go; she knows about this shit better than anyone.

Peter rambled.

Finally, I said. She’s not going. That’s final. I don’t want my pregnant wife going to another dimension that is this unknown. I’ve been with her for six years. I know about this stuff; she’s taught me. Send me.

Peter said strongly.

So he did...

He finished and Vision nodded.

Why is she here if you demanded otherwise?

He asked, and Peter scoffed, sniffling and wiping his eyes.

I should’ve known better. She’s always been stubborn. Never one to listen to me, or anybody for that matter.

He chuckled.

I don’t know how she got here or when she got here, but that night was the first time I’d seen her in two months.

He cried at the thought head in his hands. Vision just watched with a frown

She's not supposed to be here. She was supposed to be home. Where they’d be safe.

He cried, gesturing forward with his hands.

And I just- I saw that look in her eyes. That empty look. She wasn’t herself, she wasn’t dressed like herself, she didn’t talk like herself. She was-

He cut himself off from continuing. Vision looked on intently, but Peter wasn’t sure if he should continue. Fuck it.

She was under Wanda’s control.

He finally said. Vision was taken aback.

Then we were on the couch, and she remembered me. She called me Pete and told me we were having a baby boy. She let me touch her belly, hold her, kiss her, and… I had her back.

He cried smiling.

Then Wanda came into the room, and she was gone again. And after she left for the night, I heard Wanda in my head. She warned me, saying, "Stay away from her if you want them to be safe."

His tone suddenly turned scared, and he pointed to his head frantically.

So I’ve been here, keeping away, making sure my family is safe in the only way I can think of.

He finished. Vision just sat there as Peter cried. He didn’t know how to comprehend everything he had just been told. He waited for Peter's crying to ease up before speaking again.

Thank you, Peter.

He said, rising from his spot on the couch. Peter followed him with his eyes.

You’ve been most helpful.

He said, exiting the room. Leaving Peter sat there, mouth agape, staring at the now shut attic door. He suddenly felt sick. He was absolutely terrified that he’d done something wrong and worried beyond belief for the well-being of his wife and son.

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You were humming quietly to your baby bump. Wanda was in the kitchen, and the twins were in their room. You were sat in the living room watching your baby bump stretch with every kick your son landed in response to your humming and giggling quietly to yourself.

Yn...

Vision calls gently as he enters the room, pulling in your attention. You smile widely.

Hello, vision. Come here!

You greeted him and waved him over. He listened and came to sit at your side. You grabbed his hand and put it on your bump.

Watch this...

You giggled and began humming again. It didn’t take long for your baby to respond with a kick, and you giggled again.

He’s quite the dancer.

Vision joked with a smile, and you nodded. He pulled his hand away, folding them on his lap.

I would like to talk with you about your husband.

Vision said bluntly. It made your smile falter and stopped your humming. You loosely hugged your bump and nodded.

Ok...

It’s not that you didn’t like talking about him. It was just a painful topic.

Who is your husband?

He asked, and you laughed like it was an obvious answer he should’ve known.

Oh, come on. You remember him. He used to attend Mommy and me classes with us.

You explained simply.

No yn. Who is he?

He insisted, causing you to frown. You thought about it for a moment, but all you could remember were those classes, and even those felt like a dream. You couldn’t remember a name, a personality, or a face.

Um- I don’t know- I- I- think I’m getting confused again.

You said nervously, laughing. Vision shook his head.

When did you find out you were pregnant?

He asked. And you paused again. You had no idea. You began to panic, your breathing picking up slightly. You wanted so badly to remember something... Anything.

I don’t know...

You whispered, your head beginning to pound. Vision watched as your eyes darted across the floor as if physically searching for an answer to Vision's questions.

Why did you come to Westview?

After a moment, he finally asked. His tone was serious. It was like he wasn’t asking you conversationally but rather pushing for the answer, demanding it. You tried your hardest to remember what you were doing here. When you got here. Nothing came to mind besides a memory of your husband saying you should move there. But it felt so wrong, so fake, like it was planted there, which sent you spiralling.

Vision, I’m going to Agnes’ for an hour or so. I’ll be back shortly. The boys are in their room, and lunch is on the stove.

Wanda said cheerfully. He responded by standing and giving her a quick goodbye kiss, hoping she wouldn’t notice her best friend regaining her self-control. He said, guiding her to the door.

Oh, yn would you like to come?

Wanda quickly asked, but Vision moved between Wanda and yourself again.

Darling, yn and I are engaging in a rather enjoyable discussion regarding existentialism. I’d prefer to continue it.

Vision explained, and Wanda chuckled, rolling her eyes and moving to the door.

Oh, you big thinkers. Alright, I’ll let you get back to your oh so important discussion.

She said teasingly, and Vision smiled, opening the door for her.

Thank you, darling. Have fun.

He said, and she quickly waved to yn before heading out the door.

Vision...

Yn called desperately from the couch. He closed the door, turning back to yn He quickly responded to her call by sitting back beside you and comfortingly rubbing soothing circles on your upper back.

Vision, my head feels like it’s going to explode. I think I’m going to be sick.

You whined, grabbing your head as tears rapidly ran down your cheeks. You didn’t remember anything but a simple fabricated backstory. The more you tried, the worse your head pounded and spun.

It’s alright, yn. Keep going.

Vision encouraged. Going where? What does he want from me?

Who are you?

He asked, pulling your hands from your head and placing his in their place. Looking directly into your terrified, tear-filled eyes.

Who are you?

He asked again, the stone embedded on his forehead glowing slightly. Then it all came flooding back. Memories of Peter, your wedding, the X-men, the X-mansion, the mission. Your whole life returns in a tidal wave of emotion. He could see that you remembered. He saw how your eyes suddenly shone with a light that hadn’t been there previously, a missing consciousness because of his wife. Your breathing was ragged, and you pulled back from him, looking frantically around the house. Confused and scared.

Who the hell are you?!

You spat, but your voice gave away the fear you hid behind a brave facade.

Where am I?!

You demanded, yelling and slowly standing from your place on the couch. A protective hand on your bump.

My name is Vision. You must be yn Maximoff.

He said cautiously, slowly extending a hand to you. You looked down at the hand and then at his eyes, a frown settling on your brow.

How do you know me?

You asked. Vision retracted his hand and cleared his throat.

I am an acquaintance of your husband, Peter Maximoff.

He explained. The frown disappeared from your face, replaced by a look of shock and relief as your mouth fell agape. Vision suddenly felt his mind being poked and prodded.

Are you reading my mind?

He asked curiously, not concerned by the blatant disregard for his privacy but intrigued. The sensation stopped, and your mouth snapped closed.

No. I can’t read minds.

You said.

I’m reading your life.

You explained. Vision frowned and gestured, encouraging you to elaborate.

I can tap into your experiences, past, future, and present, like jumping through a timeline.

You said cautiously. He was impressed. He had to admit that kind of power fascinated him.

Is that all you can do?

He asked, and you shook your head.

I can manipulate memories, force you to relive them and make false ones. My mutation is reminiscent of what you would call divination magic in this dimension... Where’s Peter? Take me to him.

You demanded. Vision took a moment to comprehend all he’d been told, then considered your request.

I will take you to him.

He agrees, and you release a sigh.

But first, I must tell you all you have missed. He said, sitting on the sofa and gesturing to the spot beside him. You hesitated, but eventually, your curiosity got the better of you, and you joined him, eager to listen.

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His foot was tapping. No, it was racing. Since vision left, it hadn’t stopped moving. He didn’t know what to do or if he did something wrong. He thought he was doing the right thing. Vision seemed so open to wanting to see the truth, and when he left, he was angry. Or was he? Peter couldn’t remember, and he’d gotten to that point where his mind was making stuff up. Maybe Vision wasn’t angry. Maybe it was a test, and he failed, and now vision was going to hurt you just like Wanda had warned. God, his whole body started to buzz at the thought. His first instinct was to race to you before vision found you, grab you, and take you as far away from this place as possible. He decided against it, though, when he really thought about it. He knew nothing about this place or the power that controlled it. For all he knows, Wanda could already hear him planning and be preparing to interfere before he even has the chance. It’s safest to stay. Especially if she’s watching him, he doesn’t know the extent of her power and doesn’t want to test it. Maybe you should’ve come originally. You probably would have already gathered all the data you could and been home. But he came, and now it’s been two months, and you're here being mind-controlled. It was his fault you’re in danger. He began to cry again. He was drowning in his fear, sadness, and guilt. His brain and sobs were so loud he didn’t hear the footsteps racing up the stairs or the attic door being opened. He didn’t hear your soft, broken gasp at the sight of him or your gentle but urgent steps toward him. But he heard your voice as you kneeled before him and felt your touch as you reached for him.

Pete...

You called concerned. His head shot out of his hands, and his eyes met yours. He was frozen for a second, stunned that you were here and that you remembered him. The moment your palms cradled his face, he fell off the couch to his knees on the floor in front of you and pulled you into a tight, desperate hug. You reciprocated by wrapping your arms around his neck and raking your hand through his hair.

Baby, I’m ok... We’re ok...

You consoled concerned. Rubbing your hand up and down his upper back. He just squeezed tighter, burying his face in your neck, crying. He was so relieved that he fell apart in your arms.

I’m sorry, baby. I’m so sorry. It’s all my fault.

He whispered like a chant, over and over. You just shook your head, pulling back. He reluctantly let you go, and you cupped his face again, using your thumbs to wipe his tears. You shushed him.

It’s not. It’s not your fault. I came here of my own will, and Wanda took control of my mind. You didn’t do anything wrong.

You explained, and he shook his head.

I did! I left you there! I hid! I stayed away! I wanted to grab you and run, but I was a coward!

He cried, and you smiled sadly at him.

Vision explained everything. You did it to protect me. To protect us.

You said, taking his hand with one of yours and guiding it to your belly. His fingers spread as soon as he felt it under his palm. Wanting to feel it as much as possible to assure himself you both were ok.

It’s ok Pete...

You comforted him. Rubbing the back of his hand with your thumb. His breathing began to slow, and his cries stopped. A stray tear sneaks out every now and then.

If you came originally like Charles wanted, none of this would’ve happened.

He said, looking at your belly.

You don’t know that. This is bigger than any of us thought. If I had come, I might have been stuck here. Under Wanda’s spell. Unable to break out because I didn’t have you.

You explained. Your silver lining outlook not going unnoticed by him. It’s one of the reasons he fell for you. You could always find the positive in any situation. He smiled gently, grabbing the back of your neck and pulling you into a crushing kiss full of love and desperation. You were surprised, but it didn’t take long for you to melt into him. Missing this physical contact you’ve been deprived of for the last two months. When you finally pulled away for breath, your foreheads were pressed together, and you smiled lovingly at each other. You were happy to have found your husband. Safe. Alive. And he was happy to have you back in his arms, relieved you and his son were finally where you’d be safest. With him.

[luuknowsbetter]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BUCKY! (BUCKY BARNES X READER)

|Bucky Barnes x reader|

soft!bucky | smut | MUY soft

Characters: y/n (reader). Bucky Barnes. Sam wilson. Natasha romanoff. Steve Rogers. Tony Stark. Wanda maximoff. Clint Barton. Bruce banner. Thor. Loki. Vision. Pietro maximoff. Stephen strange. Peter Parker.

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Warnings: Mild smut, explicit language, and soft.

A/N: Hey, this is my first time writing a fic and I hope you enjoy it! Also,my first language is not English so some words are going to sound a bit weird sorry about that :/

The rays of light coming through his window managed to wake Bucky from his sleep…that and his girlfriend yn who had practically jumped on him yelling at him and saying a lot of sweet things congratulating him.

-Happy birthday my dear, you are now officially an old man! Said the girl in front of him leaning towards him to kiss his lips.

-You still love me yn- Bucky said and immediately kissed her again. The kiss intensified and before they knew it Yn was already on Bucky's lap, both half naked and the girl with her legs slightly spread. Un began to spread kisses all over her boyfriend's neck and bare chest as he let out sighs and a few moans. Yn's attention was drawn to the ex-soldier's pajama pants where there was a (not small) bulge down there. The girl smiled and directed her hands towards that lower area but just as she was about to do so the door to the room burst open revealing the avengers who had prepared a cake for Barnes.

-HAPPY BIRTH - OH GOD - Tony immediately closed the door of the room, bucky and yn looked at each other totally surprised and blushing because of what had just happened a second ago.

-We should have knocked, damn - Tony exclaimed as he looked at the rest of the team with a shocked expression on his face.

"That solves where yn was," Clint whispered to Natasha and she just nodded with a slight smile. -I think we should go to the living room and wait for them to come down," suggested Captain America and everyone agreed

"Oh fuck," Yn says, completely blushing, even over Bucky, who is still trying to process what just happened. "I think we'll leave this for later, sweetheart," Bucky says, somewhat blushing. Yn nods, they both get up and begin to dress quickly, after a few minutes they both arrive at the room, where all the avengers were.

"There you are," Natasha exclaims. "Nice gift, Buck?" Sam asks mockingly, Bucky just rolls his eyes, blushing. "Yeah, well, that surprised us all," says Steve as he takes a sip of his coffee. -Not me. - Sam, Nat, Tony, Wanda and Clint respond in unison. making yn giggle

The entire team continued with their things as they normally did. yn and Steve had organized a party for Bucky later that night, so they were getting things ready for the party, when suddenly yn walks up to Bucky, who was sitting on the couch in the living room reading a book, and yn walks up to him. behind and hugs him

"You can claim the gift later if you want, handsome," Yn whispers in Bucky's ear.

"I hope so, doll…" Bucky responds and places a kiss on his girlfriend's neck.

Needless to say, Bucky had a great time on his birthday.

[eternalslover]

I love him so much

pairing: fem!reader x Pietro Maximoff

warnings: very few swear words, this is short asf lol sry abt it

going food shopping with Pietro Maximoff would include…

he’ll literally just walk behind you like a puppy

he will grab ANYTHING that looks yummy

that’s a warning

he will drag you to the ice cream section

and put every box in the carriage

and you're not necessarily made of money so you make him put it all back

he haaaates going in the frozen section

despises it

it "slows him down"

when in reality he just gets cold very easily and doesn't want to admit it

DO NOT go near the candy aisle because the same thing that happened with ice cream will happen there

he loves speeding around the store to fuck with people when they don't see their eggs in their cart

he loves when you buy him food specially without him even asking for it

will pay for the food at check out like you're on a dinner date or something LMFAOO

hope you enjoyed!! <3

[local-crying-boy]

Pietro MaximoffX GN!Reader

Shakes and shivers

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Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x Gender Neutral!Reader, romantic relationship established

Genre: One-shot, fluff, winter-time imagine

Warnings: quick little idea I thought about that I just wanted to write about, weak ending but I just wanted to get this out of my drafts.

Summary: it’s cold in the compound, you being unable to get warm and comfortable again, call over your boyfriend, Pietro, to come give you cuddles.

Word count: 489

A/n: It was cold when I started writing this and I was in need of something to cheer me up in the winter months. Even though I only finished writing this in Spring

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It was cold. Of course it was. And, of course, despite Stark’s abundance of money, the boiler broke and there was no source of heat throughout the compound. It would have been fine if you were up and about doing things like the rest of the team, but you were done with training, hell, you were done with the day.

It was already quite late in the day, not too late that most of your team were heading up to bed, but not early enough that you were able to do things such as training. You’d been in your pyjamas, curled up in your room, shivering ever so often because your bed had been annoyingly by the window. Despite the rain pattering outside your room, hitting the sides of the window, you weren't all that relaxed as others when listening to the sound.

It hadn’t taken long for you to get fed up of the cold, huffing out when you felt your body tense for far too long. You were quick to text Pietro, telling him to come to your room, ready to justify your reasoning if he asked you why.

Though, that time never came. You should have known. He had raced to your room as soon as he read that to come over. The air swished around your room, when you looked up he was already there, that stupid, lovable grin on his face.

"You called for me, dragâ?" He asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

You quickly patted the space beside you in the bed, looking up at him with a frown. "It's cold."

The speedster only let out a laugh, flopping onto your bed beside you and turning on his side with his hand propping up his head. He was looking at you with that stupid smirk of his. "Oh? So you want me to warm you up, is that it?"

"Stop looking at me like that." You huffed out, moving closer to him so that you could feel some of his warmth.

The man usually ran warm, he was always doing something - well, he was always running around - and, in result, his body ran hotter than the average person from his continuous movement. A lucky thing for you.

He let out a small tut, but he did not hesitate in wrapping his arms around your shivering frame. "I suppose I could help you out, dragâ."

"You suppose?" You exhaled out, shaking your head, but there was a hint of amusement in your voice. "It's your job as my boyfriend to help me."

He laughed at that, his chin resting on your head, before he moved down and inhaled the scent of your shampoo that lingered in your hair. "I didn't know I signed up for this job, you know."

"Good to know I've enlightened you now, 'Etro." You grumbled out into his chest, already starting to warm up with the blanket around your body and now Pietro's arms around you.

Masterlist

Pietro Maximoff Masterlist

[prentissvest]

I'm not yours anymore

An Exnat x yn to wanda x yn fanfic

warning- emotionally abusive nat, slut shaming, swearing

not spell checked

0.9k words

It's a quiet night at the compound, a rare thing indeed. Everyone is in the main living room watching a movie to calm down after a hard mission. Tony and Pepper sit together as well as Peter and Ned, Yelena and Kate and Steve and bucky. I sat with wanda. 

Over the past few months wanda has really been there for me, after everything that happened with nat i needed a shoulder to lean on, and boy did she pull through. Wanda helped me through the tears and the deep unsettling sadness that ran through my veins, i was in a low place when nat left, i say left she was never really there to begin with, the relationship felt like living with a ghost, you can feel their presence but they are never really there. 

Nat was often preoccupied, for the full two years we were together I could count all the dates we went on with only one hand. I shouldn't have stayed for two years but I needed to feel loved or what i thought was love. 

I knew it was time to end it when Nat came back after being in the gym. I was standing in the kitchen making mac and cheese with Yelena when Nat saw and scoffed. She began to walk off to our room, I sighed and ran after her. “So you and Yelena seem to be having fun” she says with a fake smile on her face, nat often got jealous i liked it in the beginning but it quickly became possessive making her believe i was trying to get with any woman i spoke with. “Nat.. you know it's not like that, i just wanted to show Yelena a new recipe i found” i say with sadness in my voice, “shes my fucking sister y/n, god! You don't have to be such a slut.” Natasha says venom lacing her words ``wow, you know what Nat i can't do this anymore, we're over.” Nat starts smiling a horrifying smile, like the kind you see in horror films, a smile that tells you whatever she's about to say, she's been wanting to say it for a while. “Well thats just perfect for you isnt it y/n, Wanda will finally get what she wants” i look at her tears cascading down my cheeks “the fuck do you mean by that” i say “dont tell me your THAT oblivious, the way she looks at you its obvious” Nat says walking closer to me. I ran out of the room going back to my old room at the end of the hall. 

I can't help the tears that fall down my face, and the stangled sobs that escape my mouth. A faint knock is heard at my door along with a soft voice “y/n is everything okay?Please let me in. "I know that voice Wanda i think but i can't move, its like my body is frozen all i can do is cry. I hear my door unlock and footsteps speeding toward me. I sob harder thinking about what Nat said before but Wanda is my best friend. I've known her since before the Avengers. I was there for her when Pietro died and I went along with them to Hydra, wanda knows me, she really knows me..

Over the next few months Wanda helped me heal and as i got over my feeling about Nat i realised that there may have been a part of her that was right, i wasn't in love with wanda before but her magic had started to work over the past couple weeks and i could feel the butterflies arising but i don't know if she feels the same, nat probably just said those things to hurt me, like every other argument but i don't want to ruin wanda and i’s friendship, so here we sit sharing a blanket at movie night.

I watch the screen but my mind is elsewhere, I get pulled out of my trance as I hear footsteps coming toward the room followed by a scoff. ‘’y/n we need to talk. Now.'' Wanda looks at me worried but I nod my head and follow Natasha out of the room, maybe it's just a force of habit or maybe I deep down wanted to know what she was going to say. 

We get to the room in silence, she closes the door behind her and turns to me. “You cheating bitch, i knew it, i knew you were screwing wanda '' she says coming toward me “i  knew i wasn't good enough but you went that low to cheat” the says almost laughing with anger. I couldnt hold backanymore, never before had i argued back but i couldnt keep it in any longer “IM NOT YOURS ANYMORE NATASHA” she takes a step back “you had your chance for fucks sake you had TWO YEARS and you never once tried, i was there for you but where were you for me” and with that i storm out tears of relief trickling down my face. 

I went into my room to see Wanda sitting on my bed waiting for me “how are you feeling?” she asks with a worried smile on her face. “Honestly relieved i've never retaliated before, no matter how much she deserved it and to let it out felt amazing” wanda pulls me into a hug stroking my hair, “you deserve happiness y/n”  i look up at her a dopey smile slowly appearing on my face “i think i know what would make me happy”...

[moiravim]

Hot Coffee

Wanda x GN! Reader

Falling in love with Wanda <3

Wanda had still been mourning over the death of her brother Pietro when she met you.

You were getting a coffee at your favorite cafe and almost spilled your drink all over yourself. That's when they person who has bumped into you used her powers to stop it from splashing at you.

She gently poured the water back into it's cup before relaxing and smiling at you. "How did you- oh my goodness I'm so sorry-"

"It's okay." She interrupts you before shaking your hand. "My name is Wanda." You smiked back before responding "YN. my name is YN."

Just a few days later you had been walking home when you saw here again. She called out your name as you waved back at her.

"YN, I was wondering if you'd like to go out with me... There's a new movie out I think you'll like!" Although your nervous you accept and she happily hugs you before giving you the dates and walking away.

After the 5th date she confessed to you and you told her you felt the same. The more dates you went on with Wanda, the happier she got and the more confident you became.

Eventually Wanda asked you to move into the avengers compound with her and you skeptically agreed.

"Hey, Yn!! Come help me make dinner!" She says as you walk over and kiss her on the cheek. She giggles and kisses you back on the lips.

After a few months you'll propose to her and she'll say yes. You have a private wedding venue with few friends and family.

Soon after the two of you will adopt two twin boys, Billy and Tommy. The two of you love each other and your family more than anything on this world.

A/N: sorry this is fast I'm in a rush lmao😭😭‼️

[oizysian]

Hello! How are you? I have a request for Wanda if you want to write it.

It's basically fluff, I was thinking that yn and her have the twins, and one day the twins were looking for money in yn's wallet and she catched them, she gave them the money and the twins wanted to know why she had Pietro's photo in there.

So she explained why(like she promised to him before he died that she will never leave Wanda) and everything and her dating a few things about Wanda knowing she was listening, so when they left to their room, Wanda asked her about the photo and you can write whatever you want

The Memory of Him | Wanda Maximoff

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Warnings: death mention

Word count: 750

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“Mom!” The boys called out as they rushed down the stairs.

They entered the dining room, still looking for you. You heard them call and made your way through the house, following their voices. You caught them with your wallet, staring at a photograph inside.

“Boys, what are you doing?”

They turned around quickly, not bothering to hide the fact that they were currently going through the contents of your wallet.

“We were looking for you!” Billy says confidently and you raise an eyebrow at him.

“In my wallet?”

They looked at each other before looking down at the soft leather in Tommy’s hands.

“Well, no.” Tommy began. “We were looking for you for your wallet.”

“And why do you need my wallet?”

“We wanted to go get some candy from the store.” They pouted and you smiled, shaking your head at them as you walked over to them and retrieved your wallet.

“Here,” you gave them both a few bills and smiled. “Be back before dinner.”

“Thanks mom!” They cried happily as they headed for the door.

You closed your wallet and slipped it in your pocket when you realized the boys hadn’t left yet.

“Mom,” Billy started. “Who was that in that picture? With you and mama?”

You tilted your head at them in question, before you realized that they were referring to the photo you kept inside your wallet.

“That’s your uncle, Pietro.”

“Why doesn’t he ever visit us?” Tommy asked, his voice laced with innocence.

“He died before you were born.”

They looked at each other, then looked around the room.

“There’s no pictures of him around.”

“Mama lost all of her belongings when she came here from Sokovia; almost all pictures of Pietro are gone.”

“Were you best friends?” The boys now seemed to have forgotten about their candy and were more interested in learning about their uncle.

“Yeah.” You smiled at the memory of him. “We were. The three of us were inseparable; did everything together.” You sat down at the table and pulled out your wallet, opened it and looked at the picture. “He made me promise to take care of mama no matter what.”

“Does mama know about that picture?”

You looked at the boys, then back at the photograph.

“No.” You swallowed roughly. “And you have to promise not to tell her about it.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t want her to be sad.” You smiled at them, pushing back tears. “You don’t want her to be sad, right boys?”

They shook their heads.

“Good.” You brushed a stray tear off your cheek then returned your attention to your curious sons. “You better go get that candy before it gets too late.”

They nodded at you and rushed off, leaving you alone in the large dining room.

“You really thought I didn’t know about that picture?”

You turned at the sound of your wife’s voice, seeing her standing with her arms crossed over her chest and an amused look on her face.

“I mean, I never showed it to you.”

“Do you think I’ve never seen your wallet, malyshka?” She walked over to you, slipping the soft leather from your hands and opening it, admiring the picture of her brother.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered softly and she shook her head.

“Don’t be. I’m glad you were able to save one photo of him.” She slipped the photo out of the wallet and flipped it over, reading the back.

Me, Pietro, and <3 Wanda <3

“Really?” She giggled, tears building up in her eyes. “You drew little hearts?”

You blushed.

“I had a giant crush on you. Pietro knew. He made me promise not to break your heart.”

She slipped the photo back into your wallet and placed it back into your hand.

“I’m sure it wasn’t that simple.”

“It wasn’t.” You chuckled. “First, he almost killed me for looking at you in any kind of way, then when he calmed down, he told me he definitely would kill me if I hurt you.”

“Sounds like Piet.”

She smiled and ran a hand through your hair, pulling you close, making you look up at her.

“I love you, but I might kill you for sending the boys out for candy before dinner.”

You smiled nervously at her, not realizing that she had heard that part. She held a loose fistful of your hair and leaned down to kiss you. If this was her way of killing you, you’d happily die a thousand deaths.

[yelenasdiary]

Heya, as you asked I wanted to request for the advent event, with a request for wanda please:D

Could I request where Wanda and yn are out christmas shopping and yn discovers the shop they are in has a whole section on Hanukkah, which yn is fascinated by, and as this is their first one together, yn wants to do wanda's holiday also (either wanda hasn't done it in years or does a tiny scale version for herself, whether pietro is alive in this lol) which touches wanda's heart seeing yn grabbing one of everything she sees and forgoing anything christmas related (after making sure which design wanda prefered of course) , including a cookbook on traditional food during Hanukkah (which yn would have wanda supervise because yn can't cook). And wanda just falling more in love with yn and giving her tons of kisses in the shop 😊😊😚😚

May I include that if possible yn picks this mug either for herself or wanda because of the design (wanda being a witch and jewish) , how cute it is and it's Hanukkah related lol

I saw this in tkmax some weeks ago and loved it so much I was gonna get it for me but my dad got it and it's one of my presents lol

I did think whether I was..allowed to have it, but I told myself not to think too much into it as it is a cute design and the mug is massive XD

I hope this is okay to request for, thank you

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☃️ Happy Hanukkah ☃️

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: You get excited over Wanda’s holiday, Hanukkah, and try to make it a special time for you both.

Fluff | 0.7K | No Warnings, if any, please let me know | Mentions of a crime documentary | 

AC: I am not Jewish, and I don’t have a lot of background knowledge on Hanukkah, so I truly hope this doesn’t upset anybody in any shape or form. If I have misunderstood anything, please don’t be afraid to reach out and kindly let me know. I mean no harm to anybody and just want to make everybody feel included on my blog. Happy Holidays everybody! 

Day 17 | Advent Calendar Masterlist 🎄

Christmas shopping was always stressful for anybody and everybody, well, not exactly everybody. Wanda never found holiday shopping stressful as she was always able to tell what people needed, wanted, or would love. Even though she knew months before December what to get the team for Christmas, she wanted to take you shopping with her this year. Your second holiday with her and you were just as excited as last years. The mall was busy, people pushing through the walkways to get to stores they had on their lists, some not so kind and would barge through without even saying sorry or looking back. You and Wanda weren't in any hurry as you both walked hand in hand through the busiest time of the year. 

"Honey look!" your bright smile made Wanda melt on the inside, "it's a store full of Hanukkah decorations!" you added while practically dragging her into the store with you. Wanda hadn't celebrated Hanukkah since before losing her parents, she never forgot about it and always lit 8 candles in her menorah, one candle each night. You let Wanda have her moment each night when she'd lit a candle, knowing she was thinking about the family she missed dearly. This year, you wanted to dip your toe in the water and see if Wanda would be open to celebrating her holiday this year and save Christmas celebrations for when you both were with the team. 

"Look how cute these mugs are!" you commented as you showed Wanda navy blue mug with illustrations of cats playing with Hanukkah related decorations and with it was a dreidel inside the mug. "I'm getting us one each" you said before grabbing a basket. Wanda was overwhelmed in your excitement as she watched you wander around the store picking up anything you thought Wanda would love. The smile on her face was too hard to hide as the basket became full with Hanukkah related items. 

"Ooo, we have to get this cookbook!" You turned to Wanda, holding a traditional Hanukkah cookbook. "You're so adorable!" Wanda replied, pulling you into her arms, not caring about the basket being in the way as she placed several kisses on your lips, "I take it you do want to celebrate Hanukkah this year?" you smiled softly against her lips. For the first time in years, Wanda was excited to celebrate a holiday that meant so much to her. "I'd love too" she replied before grabbing another basket, "what else do we need?" you asked. 

Wanda walked around the store, taking her time to look at everything that was on the shelves, picking up things she remembered having in her home as a child. Everything from tablecloths, kitchenware, wall hangings, string lights, Hanukkah gnomes, to throw pillows. Wanda thought she may have gone a little overboard, but you assured her that this wouldn't be the only year you celebrated Hanukkah with her. 

"I can't wait to start cooking things from this book!" you said in the car on the way home, Wanda chuckled and placed her free hand in yours, "How about we cook things together? We don't need another accident like last year when you tried to make a mince pie" she replied. "Oh come on, that wasn't exactly my fault" you smirked, the memory of the overburnt pie almost catching on fire because you got distracted by a crime documentary that had started. Wanda came home and instantly freaked out when she saw the smoke coming from the oven. 

"Babe, you can't blame the online recipe for that" Wanda chuckled once more. You told her that the recipe had said to leave the pie in the oven for over an hour, but Wanda quickly pointed out that it clearly said 15-20 minutes or until golden. Since then, Wanda usually is close by whenever you're cooking. "In my defence, the documentary was very interesting, in fact, I wonder if they ever found the other victims" you replied, your mind thinking about the documentary. 

Once home, you and Wanda started to decorate the home with the new items, the home starting to feel like her childhood home and Wanda couldn't help but kiss you every chance she got. "Thank you for allow me to celebrate this holiday" she spoke softly when the decorations were up, "Of course baby, this will happen every year, I wish we had of done this last year. I can see it means a lot to you" you replied, brushing a lot of her beautiful red hair out of her face, "you mean a lot to me" Wanda smiled softly before kissing you softly once more.

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