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WANDA MAXIMOFF | BILLY MAXIMOFF ↪ son of the scarlet witch
#marveledit#mcuedit#agatha all along#wanda maximoff#scarlet witch#billy kaplan#wiccan#billy maximoff#marvel#mcu#joe locke#marvellegends#marveladdicts#dailymarvelgifs#dailymarvelstudios#usereme#userelysia#usergal#userdylan#useraurore
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Wanda Maximoff and Cassandra Nova skins Reed Richards and Johnny Storm
#Doctor Strange#Doctor Strange and the Multiverse of Madness#momedit#dsamomedit#dsedit#marveledit#Deadpool#Deadpool and Wolverine#Deadpool VS Wolverine#deadpooledit#deadpoolandwolverinedit#dpedit#Marvel#mcuedit#mcu#Our Gifs#Wanda Maximoff#Wandavision#wandavisionedit#Fantastic Four#fantasticfouredit#Cassandra Nova#Reed Richards#Johnny Storm#Elizabeth Olsen#John Krasinski#Emma Corrin#Chris Evans#The Scarlet Witch#Parallels
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I would not have been offended at all I would have been happy but instead I'm TRAUMATIZED!!! Why not keep a coven with a wonderful cast. Agatha deserved a coven that's better than the first she had. One that she may or may not kill later (It depends on how's she feeling in the future).😭😭
#agatha harkness#agatha all along#agatha coven of chaos#marvel cinematic universe#wandavision#wanda maximoff#wanda maximoff x agatha harkness#agatha harkness x rio vidal#agatha harkness x wanda maximoff#marvel#wanda x rio x agatha#rio vidal x reader#agatha x rio#rio vidal#agatha x wanda#agatha harkness x reader#wanda x agatha#agatha spoilers#billy maximoff#billy kaplan#lilia calderu#jennifer kale#alice wu gulliver#wanda maximoff x rio vidal#agathario#marvel mcu#wanda mcu#mcu#agatha harkness x reader x rio vidal#agatha harkness x female reader
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@unhingedmarvelandclassicwhobuff
Because we love this queen
Reblog if you've made at least one friend because of a fandom.
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I know Wandavision was made before Agatha All Along but can we talk about how Agatha basically mocked Wanda for her grief and trauma while she is still traumatized by her son's death. And how Wanda would rather fall apart than face her truth while Agatha has spent CENTURIES running from hers and still is. The way she mocked Pietro's death in front of Wanda. I mean where was that pep talk she gave Billy, why didn't Wanda get that.
#agatha harkness#agatha all along#agatha coven of chaos#marvel cinematic universe#wandavision#wanda maximoff x agatha harkness#wanda maximoff#agatha harkness x wanda maximoff#agatha harkness x rio vidal#marvel#agatha x wanda#agatha harkness x reader#wanda x agatha#agatha spoilers#agathario#wanda maximoff x rio vidal#wanda x rio x agatha#rio vidal x reader#agatha x rio#rio vidal#jennifer kale#lilia calderu#alice wu gulliver#billy maximoff#billy kaplan#agatha harkness x reader x rio vidal#agatha harkness x female reader#wanda mcu#marvel mcu#mcu
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chaos protection divination life&death reality spirit healing
#aaaedit#marveledit#wanda maximoff#alice wu gulliver#lilia calderu#rio vidal#billy maximoff#agatha harkness#jennifer kale#agatha all along#wandavision#dailymarvelgifs#marvelladiesdaily#womenofmcu#witchesnet#dailytvwomen#filmtvcentral#briegifs*#originally made this for giftober; not sure how I feel about it but!#scheduled post
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alright which one of you made quicksilver cry
#soccer au#wanda protecting her twin is such a nice cliche i enjoy#also it was 500% erik. yelling at him for being a bad goalie#tbf he is a bad goalie#or maybe it was charles#cherik#cherik au#xmen#quicksilver#scarlet witch#pietro maximoff#wanda maximoff
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Actress!Wanda catches a rabbit…
Y/N: pure art
Wanda: what? The commercial?
Y/N: nope. You in that outfit
Wanda: a director should never flirt with their actor on set
Y/N: that’s lunch everybody!
Y/N smirks as everyone walks off set…
Y/N: you were saying?
Wanda: trailer. now.
Gif belongs to @whyislizziesoawsome
#marvel#marvel fluff#marvel imagine#mcu#mcu imagine#mcu fandom#marvel incorrect quotes#incorrect marvel quotes#wanda maximoff#wanda maximoff x reader#elizabeth olsen#actress#actress Wanda#scarlet witch#the scarlet witch#actress x reader
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Hi honey. How about a Wanda fic where R comes back after a long mission and since Wanda got so used to not having R around she's kinda ignoring her. Angst with a happy ending
★ ★ ★ Time Goes By ★ ★ ★
Character: Wanda Maximoff
Summary: When you finally return home after a month-long mission, you realize your girlfriend has started to get used to life without you
Taglist: @inlovewithgreta @lilfartbox1
Trigger Warnings: Mentions of NSFW, some crying, mentions of abandonment and anxiety,
Genre: Hurt/Comfort
Author's Note: Sorry for the delay!! Thank you for the request <3
Word Count: 3.63k
Being an avenger wasn't easy, not in the least. There was the constant threat of death, the looming amounts of paparazzi just *begging* to get an interview with their favorite superhero, and your personal least favorite, being away from your loved ones.
You absolutely adored your girlfriend Wanda, a fellow avenger, and when you found out you wouldn't get to see her for at least a month, you were heartbroken to be ripped away from the woman you cherished dearly just in the name of protecting some city on a whole other continent.
Wanda was equally as heartbroken, but she understood, having been a part of the avengers longer than you meant she had plenty of experience when it came to long missions that meant staying in a whole new environment.
“I know baby, I know, but you'll be okay! I'll try and text you everyday to wish you goodnight, and I'll try and text you every morning to wake you up,” She promised you, holding you in her arms.
“I know- But it's in Europe, it'll be a whole other timezone!” You cried.
“We'll make it work Dekta, we'll make it work,”
You were nothing short of a baby for the rest of the week before you left, never wanting to leave your loving girlfriend's side no matter what she did.
But the night before you left, you were held in her arms from the moment you and her got home from work, her manicured nails scratching at your scalp as the two of you watched your favorite sitcom together.
You knew she liked to hold you tightly while watching your favorite sitcoms due to her trauma, as if she was afraid to let you go in fear of that horrid day happening again.
She held you tightly because she knew that's the way her parents died, cuddled up on the couch. She wasn't losing another person in her life, and if another bomb hit your apartment, she wanted to die with you in her arms and her in yours.
She tried to get rid of the thoughts that made her behave this way for years, but subconsciously the redhead would forever cling to you when you watched these sitcoms, as it brought her comfort she wasn't even aware of receiving.
As Malcolm in the Middle played on the TV, you looked up at her, her green eyes sparkling as she watched the TV.
God she's beautiful.
“Wands…?” You murmured.
“Yes Dekta?” Wanda looked down at you, pressing a kiss to your forehead as her hands pulled you even closer to her.
“You're not gonna forget about me, right? When I come back everything will be back to normal?” You asked, a tear welling up in your eye at the mere thought of losing her because you were gone for too long.
Wanda grabbed the remote, pausing the TV before pulling you fully onto her lap, allowing for you to bury your head in the crook of your neck.
“Oh moya lyubov, I will never forget you,” Wanda frowned, kissing your lips softly as she looked at you, her eyes genuine as she pulled you out from her neck.
“I know, but I…” You trailed off, biting your lip as you shrugged.
“I know,” She nodded. “I won't forget you,”
You looked up at her with eyes that were glazed over with tears, and you attempted to hold them back, but a few finally escaped.
A shaky breath left your lips, and you wiped the droplets out from under your eyelids.
“You better not,” You mumbled.
Wanda looked at you, kissing your lips gently.
“I wouldn't even dream of it,”
You sniffled, holding onto Wanda for the rest of the night until you eventually fell asleep.
She carried you up to your shared bedroom after she had finished another two episodes of the sitcom, tucking you and herself under the covers of your bed.
“Wanda…” You slurred in your drowsy state. “I don't wanna go…”
Wanda sighed, her eyes falling to your sleeping form in sadness.
“I know moya lyubov, I know, I don't want you to leave either,” The redhead ran her fingers through your hair, twirling some of your locks around her pointer finger.
You didn't respond, falling back into your unconsciousness, leaving Wanda to hold you in her arms.
“Ya tebya lyublyu,” She murmured into your hair, shutting her eyes to join you in your sleep.
When she had awoken the next morning, she immediately noticed the lack of warmth in her arms.
She made her way to the kitchen, seeing the plate of pancakes you had made for her before your departure to your station in Europe.
The redheaded witch sat down at the table, quickly cutting up the pancakes so they didn't get cold.
The pancakes you made were delicious, and once she finished, she leaned back, grabbing a napkin to wipe her face.
She slid it across the bottom half of her face, pausing as she felt something a bit sticky being wiped across her cheek.
Her hands pulled the napkin back, and her eyes softened as she saw the clear shimmer of your lipgloss on the napkin.
She frowned, an exhale of something in between loneliness and sadness leaving her.
This was going to be a long month without you.
The days dragged on slower than either of you had wanted or even anticipated, your separation by the fault of physical distance causing you both to crave each other's voice and touch.
The mission itself wasn't much better either, you were mainly just put as a security guard at your post. You didn't even understand why you were here. You hadn't done anything that required any true effort like disabling any sort of terrorist from the gang you were sent out here to help catch.
‘God I can't wait to go home,’ You thought to yourself, leaning against the wall as you held the polaroid you always carried around with you in your hands.
The picture was one that you and Wanda had taken at some amusement park you had passed by on a walk and decided to try out, and on your way home after your time there you took a picture with your girlfriend on the machine provided.
She was kissing your cheek, and you were too busy laughing to notice that the picture had been taken, catching you two in your most genuine moment.
You smiled at the polaroid, putting it back in your wallet before tucking it in your bra so no one could take it without you knowing.
After the weeks of your mission had passed by, you woke up on the day you were to head to the airport with a smile on your face. After what had felt like ages without your loving girlfriend, you were ready to go home and see her more than anything.
You checked your phone, shrugging at the lack of any messages on your home screen. Wanda was 5 hours behind you back in New York, and you were used at this point to not being able to talk or call at all for days on end, but that's why you were so excited to go back home.
You loaded up your suitcases, fixing up the free hotel room provided for you in exchange for your service and work in the country.
Getting on the airplane, you sent a message to your girlfriend before turning your phone on airplane mode.
‘I’m heading home Wands, come and get me soon ❤️’
When Wanda saw that as she woke up, she smiled softly, excited to see her love for the first time in weeks.
She slowly pulled herself out of bed, sliding on a black blazer and khaki pants with a white button up shirt underneath.
She grabbed her keys, walking out of the apartment to her car.
You had landed about 30 minutes prior to Wanda getting out of bed and leaving to pick you up, but thanks to TSA regulations, you were delayed from walking to the pickup area of the airport for around another 45 minutes, giving the green-eyed woman plenty of time to arrive.
Once your luggage had been checked by the private agents assigned to avengers flying to their destination, who somehow looked more serious than the actual avengers themselves (Thanks Tony, you make the avengers look very professional), you finally walked to the front of the airport.
Your eyes scanned over the sea of people that were in the building, but they finally paused when they found the familiar sight of your girlfriend's fiery red hair.
“Wanda!” You beamed, almost running over to the older woman with your luggage in your hands.
When she heard your voice, Wanda turned in the direction she saw you coming in.
“Y/N!” She ran up and hugged you. “Oh moya lyubov, I'm so happy you got home safe!”
“I'm so happy to see you my dear,” You hugged her back tightly, your hands finding their way to her cheeks before you kissed her softly.
Wanda kissed you back, her eyes filling with tears.
“I'm so happy to see you too, any longer without you and I wouldn't have been able to handle it,” She separated her mouth from yours, darting her tongue over her lips as if attempting to savor the taste of you, as if she'd never taste you again.
The way she held you in her arms made you feel like you were on top of the world and nothing could go wrong.
But that would all change by morning.
When you woke up after a long night where Wanda couldn't keep her hands off of you and you couldn't keep yourself off of her, you noticed that there was no warmth on your back and around your waist.
“Wands…?” You slurred awake, sitting up and noticing that she had already woken up and gotten out of bed.
You checked the bed, assuming you must have slept in and Wanda had already given you her morning cuddles, but you saw that it was 7:30, the time her alarm usually went off.
Wanda would usually spend 10 minutes cuddling you and stroking your hair in the mornings, waking herself up and usually leaving you with a kiss on your cheek which would then wake you up.
You frowned, but attempted to shake the feeling of abandonment out of your head.
“Maybe she's making breakfast?” You asked yourself, standing up and throwing a robe over your body.
You walked over to the kitchen, not seeing your girlfriend or smelling anything that she might have made.
“Wanda?” You looked around.
No response.
You began to panic, walking to the living room where you saw your girlfriend reading a book while listening to Malcolm in the Middle in the background.
You frowned, calling out for her.
“Wanda?” You repeated.
Finally, she turned around, tilting her head.
“Yes Dekta?” She asked.
You couldn't spit what you wanted to say out, and you just fiddled with your fingers.
“Good morning…” You stuttered out.
Wanda just nodded at you before turning her head back to her book and listening to the sitcom you two were supposed to watch *together*.
You felt a surge of anger and sadness being sent up your spine. Why had Wanda been so loving the night before, but now treated you as if you weren't even there? Had she actually forgotten about you?
You walked back to the kitchen, pulling out a bowl and pouring some cereal into it (and then added milk if that's what you like).
“Maybe she's just tired Y/N,” You mumbled to yourself. “Last night was a lot…but…she never acts like this, even after nights like that,”
You dug your spoon into your fruity pebbles, sighing as you just spun the cereal around the white bowl with the metal utensil.
You tried to get some of the not-so-kind thoughts out of your head, and you frowned even deeper as you lifted your spoon to your mouth, swallowing the cereal before putting the spoon back down into the bowl.
You sniffled, putting your head in your hands.
You weren't sure *why* this was affecting you so much, but it was, and that's what mattered right now.
Standing up, you brought the bowl of cereal to the living room, sitting next to Wanda and leaning your head on her shoulder jokingly.
“Wandss…” You kept eating your cereal, hoping to get her attention somehow.
“Hmm?” She didn't even look up from her book.
“Did I do something?” You asked, sitting up now, continuing to eat your cereal.
“Hm? Oh no Dekta, you didn't,” The green-eyed woman slid her finger tip across her tongue before she flipped the page, tilting her head to the left so she could read better.
You frowned, beginning to get ticked off.
“Are you sure?”
Wanda still refused to look up from the words on the page, actually not hearing you, or at least choosing not to.
You scoffed, standing up once you and finished the cereal before putting it in the sink.
You returned to your shared bedroom, and you pulled out your computer, deciding to play a video game to calm your…well you weren't sure what you were feeling. There was a lot of anger, confusion, and definitely a lot of sadness in there as well. The inability to put an exact word on what you were feeling along with the inability to distinguish what was going on definitely had you anxious as well.
After about an hour or two passed, you closed out of the video game, putting your computer on your desk before deciding to clean up a bit.
With everything that was going on with Wanda and her attitude towards you, combined with the remaining anxiety still bubbling over from the mission, you were doing everything you could to keep your mind distracted. You felt that even though the mission was over, you still were nervous about it and whether you did good or not. It seemed like that if Wanda kept up the isolating behavior, you would tip over the edge of a breakdown. You didn't want to tell her about the leftover anxiety last night, because you didn't really need to. You were distracted and with the person that stood as your comfort.
But now with that stability gone, you knew that it was only a matter of time before you lost your happy front.
The room was clean and laundry was fully down in a matter of 4 hours, and you only noticed just how much time had passed when you started to smell her making lunch.
Your eyes lit up, and you pushed the laundry basket underneath the machine before running down the stairs, freezing when you saw your girlfriend eating all by herself.
“Wands, I didn't know you were making lunch…!” You said awkwardly, walking over to the table.
Wanda licked her lips awkwardly, and she bit her lip before putting her fork down.
“Oh um…I'm sorry Dekta, I only made one plate,” She said awkwardly.
“Oh…” You trailed off.
“You can still sit with me if you want, I'm not going to stop you,” The green-eyed witch lifted her fork to her mouth.
You sighed a bit under your breath.
“Alright,” You sat across from her, attempting to make conversation, but only being left with a nod or just complete silence.
The rest of the week wasn't much better, as Wanda had continued this same behavior.
She would make breakfast, lunch and even dinner all for herself. She wouldn't cuddle you in the morning, and she wouldn't even include you in her activities like she always used to before you left.
It was another one of those times where she had left you home by yourself with your dog, Sparky, who sat comfortably in your lap as you stroked his hair.
“You think Wanda still loves me, Sparky?” You asked the fluffy dog who laid there curled up on your thighs as you played another video game, this one being the game you had been trying to teach Wanda how to play so you could play together.
The dog simply licked your leg, his wet slobbery tongue grazing across your skin causing a small smile to break through onto your lips.
“Arf!”
You laughed, scratching the Jack Russell terrier behind his ears.
“You're such a good boy, aren't you?” You chuckled, laughing more as Sparky twirled around in your lap, chasing after his tail.
You put down the controller after you had paused the game, and you hoisted Sparky up to hold him up in your arms.
“I love her so much, and she seemed so happy to see me when I got home, why has everything changed? She promised that nothing would…” You vented to the creature in your arms, your fingers caressing Sparky’s fur from the top of his head down to his tail.
You waited for a few moments, as if giving Sparky the floor to talk, even though he obviously couldn't.
“Yeah, I know I was gone for a whole month, but she promised me everything would still be the same when I came home. I know it was hard for her, but it was for me too,” You turned around, leaning against the armrest of the couch.
Once again you let the dog give his imaginary input.
“I've just been feeling so ignored, like she got used to life without me. She even started watching our show by herself, and she forgets that I'm even there sometimes!” You sniffled, beginning to tear up from all of the emotions washing over you.
The anxiety of the mission, the coldness and complete lack of your existence being acknowledged from your lover, and the adjustments you were still trying to get used to had all begun to finally take their toll on you.
But just as you began to cry your heart out for the first time in months, you heard the front door in front of the living room creek.
You shot your head in the direction of the sounds, and you were shocked to see your girlfriend back so soon.
“W-Wands-? How long have you been there?” You stuttered, sitting up and placing Sparky on the floor so he could run off and resign from his position as your therapist.
“About 5 minutes…” Your girlfriend admitted.
You wiped your eyes, standing up.
“So…so you heard all of that…didn't you?” Your voice wavered.
Wanda nodded, her beautiful green eyes flooding with tears.
“I'm so sorry Dekta, I didn't mean to make you feel so left out…” Her manicured hands, still having chips of the red nail polish you put on them before you left for that God awful mission, lifted up to cup your face.
You let out a small cry at the touch. It felt so alien yet so…so comforting and familiar.
“Oh, oh Dekta, come here,” Wanda pulled you into a tight hug, massaging your scalp with her fingers. “I'm so sorry my love. The month had been so long without you, and I just…I got used to you not being around. But it wasn't a good feeling, it felt so lonely,” She explained with tears pouring out of her green orbs.
“I know, I just- I felt like you forgot about me just like I was worried about,” You cried.
“Oh no baby…I couldn't ever forget you, I just got so used to having you around, and I still felt so miserable from going so long without you in my arms,” Wanda cooed, sitting you down on her lap as she sat on a chair.
You wrapped your arms around her waist like the needy thing you were, and she held you until you both stopped crying (although you cried for much longer than she did).
“I…” Wanda began, biting her lip, looking down at the floor.
You tilted her head up, sniffling.
“Go on,”
She took a deep breath, exhaling softly as you wiped her cheeks free of her tears.
“I've lost so many people in my life…and I've had to become accustomed quickly to them not being there anymore. I was terrified of losing you, and I had already accepted the fact that I would. So when you came home…I tried to knock myself out of the mindset that you weren't here and with me anymore. But no matter what I did, it didn't work until I saw you crying here with Sparky,” The love of your life explained, her hands gripping onto you with a shaky grasp the more she talked. “It’s not an excuse but I-”
You cut her off with a deep kiss, sliding your tongue around here as your hands grasped onto hers as they remained on your hips.
The kiss lasted for about a minute, and Wanda looked at you with wide eyes as the two of you finally pulled apart for air.
“Y/N…” She panted, her digits loosening her grip on your soft skin.
“I forgive you Wanda…” You blurted.
The witch's eyes lit up in a mix of relief and joy.
“You do?”
You nodded.
“I do,”
Her perfect smile returned to her ever perfect face, and it only made you smile back.
“I love you, Y/N,” Wanda looked at you with pure adoration. “More than life itself,”
You chuckled at how soft and sappy she was.
“I love you too, Wanda,”
She pulled you back into her embrace, and the longer she held you, the time that went by without you dissipated from her memory.
If you enjoyed reading this, don't forget to like, reblog and comment! Thank you and you are loved <3
-Akira
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What I Need
Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader
Word count: ~2.2k
Summary: Wifey appreciation post
A/N: Obsessed with the idea of a self-conscious Wanda post-pregnancy
Warnings: mild angst, fluffy fluff, and smut
You have often wondered what your life would have been like if you’d skipped your physics class the morning you met Wanda. You vaguely remember when you woke up that morning that you’d considered doing just that because you were frustrated by how unnecessarily difficult the class was.
You’d thought about getting a tutor, but you were stubborn and decided to just struggle on your own. Not the best decision in hindsight given that you’d received the worst grade that you ever had in college in that class. Still, you hadn’t failed and you had made it to vet school which had been your ultimate goal at that time.
You find it near surreal that if you’d chosen to press snooze that day until your alarm turned off completely you probably would have been fine, if a little behind in the class, but you likely never would have met your wife.
The thought of not meeting Wanda sometimes kept you up at night. You loved the life and home you shared with your family of dogs, a cat, and a very young daughter. Natalya was barely a month old and you had only just forced yourself to visit the office. It was weird being away from your family during the day, and you quickly realized that you hated it. That said, you only considered retiring for a few minutes because you know that not having a career wouldn’t work for you. You love your job and the opportunity to help animals, but sometimes you wanted to just sit at home all day with your wife and daughter.
You make sure to be quiet as you shut the mudroom door behind you and Boone as you arrive home. You aren’t sure where everyone is, and until they’re accounted for you want to make sure that you don’t disturb them. Sleep was difficult to come by these days when your daughter rarely slept through the night.
You watch as your dog runs into the house and goes straight for the water bowl. You follow him and notice that Rogue is sitting behind the couch, but he’s only lifted his head as he watches you and Boone walk in. It doesn’t look like he’s in the mood to greet either of you because he just huffs and lays his head back down. You go over and pet him anyway, and it's at this time that you notice your wife is asleep on the couch. You smile at how peaceful she looks and you decide that you need to let her sleep.
You head upstairs to change and shower quickly before wandering back downstairs to figure out dinner. It doesn’t take you long to realize that Wanda’s already figured this out, and you head back upstairs to check on Little Nat.
You listen at the door for a few seconds before you open it as quietly as possible and peek into the room.
As expected, your daughter is asleep and you decide not to risk waking her up, so you duck back out into the hallway. When you make it back downstairs you see that Wanda is stirring from where she’s lying on the couch. Rogue is lying in front of her now watching to see if he’ll get any attention before he glances at you. You shake your head before telling him to lie down which is does, but not without a whine that makes your wife open her eyes.
You grimace at the thought of waking her up, and you sigh as you sit down beside her with an apologetic look.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.”
Wanda smiles sleepily as she sits up and stretches before shaking her head. She turns to you and pecks you on the cheek before glancing to the coffee table.
“It’s okay. I heard you go into Natalya’s room.”
You should have considered this before checking on your daughter, but the sight of a baby monitor sitting behind Rogue makes you realize what your wife meant. You still feel bad that you interrupted her sleep, but she doesn’t dwell on it as she runs a hand through your hair.
“How was your day at the office?”
You spend a few minutes telling Wanda about your day back at work. You mention how very little has changed, but you still feel like you’ve been gone for ages. At this point, Wanda’s leaning against you as you’d noticed her yawn twice since you started talking. Rogue’s wandered off since you weren’t doing anything he deemed interesting, and Wanda’s luckily beginning to relax again. She didn’t put up a fight as you’d pulled her to your front and held her close as she started to drift. She clearly didn’t get much sleep today and you consider letting her fall asleep on you when she speaks up.
“We missed you today, but I’m glad work was okay.”
You smile in response before you kiss your wife’s hair with a sigh. You also missed being home, but you knew you’d have to return to work eventually. You just weren’t looking forward to it.
“I missed you too. I would have rather stayed home with you and the little one.”
You take a moment to admire Wanda’s cozy looking outfit. You had put on sweatpants because they were always a great choice, but you can’t help but let your gaze linger on your wife’s long legs in her shorts. Your hands creep up towards Wanda’s stomach and you feel her tense as they come to rest on top of her sweatshirt.
“I missed my beautiful wife.”
You feel Wanda squirm and you try to get her to stop by moving your hands higher, and it works at least temporarily. You know how self-conscious Wanda is about her weight right now. She’d only called herself a whale up until she gave birth, and most recently she’d dress similarly to how she is now to hide her stomach as much as possible. You only told her that she was beautiful and you loved her every day, but sometimes it only went so far.
You understand that today might be one of those days because Wanda’s response is a disbelieving huff as you rest your hands just below her breasts. These at least she didn’t seem to mind being larger. Even if they were still sore.
“You don’t believe that I missed you?”
You shift under her so she’s sitting between your legs, and you brush some of the hair that’s fallen in her face away so you can see her reaction. Wanda’s gaze flicks to you only briefly before she goes back to staring at her lap. You don’t give up though and you hum thoughtfully before you let your hands cup your wife’s breasts.
“Of course I missed you. I always do when I’m gone, but if I’m being honest…today I found myself thinking way too much about this stunning body when I was supposed to be listening to clients.”
You watch Wanda shift and she hisses under her breath as she leans back against you. You feel her stiffen in your arms and you slowly drop your hands before sneaking them back up, but this time under your wife’s sweatshirt. You hadn’t realized that there was nothing underneath it until you feel her warm skin against your hands.
“Y/n…”
Wanda doesn’t say anything else because she can’t decide if she wants you to keep going. She’s been longing for your touch for a few days, but her own insecurities have been stopping her from asking. Luckily, she married a doctor who seems to realize what her internal struggle is. She curses under her breath and arches into your touch as you start to play with her slightly sore breasts.
You smile and let one hand drop to your wife’s stomach which immediately makes her breath hitch.
“Do you want me to stop, Wands?”
Wanda doesn’t answer immediately and you lift your hands off of her as you wait for her decision. It doesn’t take long and when she practically begs you to continue, you can’t help but smile triumphantly. Of course, this is about you and what you want which is to touch your wife, but you’re also mindful of Wanda’s needs. She needs to be comfortable enough to let you touch her, and you only try to accomplish this by making her feel as loved, and worshipped as possible. You want her to see herself the way you do.
You want the love of your life to love herself too.
“No, please. Keep going.”
You keep playing with your wife’s nipples with one hand while the other focuses on her rounded stomach. You were shocked by how much weight Wanda lost in the first few weeks, but she is still nowhere near her pre-pregnancy body. This doesn’t concern you though and you’re mostly focused on how to keep your wife happy as you both raise the wonderful, sometimes sleepless, child you’ve been wanting for years.
When Wanda whines as your hand drifts lower until you’re practically in her shorts you can’t help but kiss her. You meet her lips in a near frantic kiss and you groan when one of Wanda’s hands grabs onto your hair while the other reaches for your hand that’s between her legs.
“Please, Y/n. Touch me?”
If it had been any other time, you may have considered making Wanda beg for it. However, right now all you wanted was to give her anything she asked for, so it’s no surprise when you push past the waistband of her shorts in search of her arousal. You narrowly avoid her clit as you slide your fingers through her slick folds. You stifle a groan as Wanda jerks her hips and moans loudly. You meet her lips in another kiss as you continue to tease your wife until she’s practically vibrating in your arms. Her hand tightens around your wrist and she curses again as she squeezes her eyes shut.
“Shit, detka. Inside, please.”
Wanda’s barely gotten the words out before you push two fingers into her, and she bucks her hips roughly to push you in deeper.
“Fuck, oh please. Oh yes, harder please.”
“Shit Wands…”
You moan as your wife starts to rock her hips against your thrusts, and the slickness between her thighs allows for you to add another finger and then Wanda’s near screaming. You curl your three fingers with each thrust and you can tell that your wife’s getting close. You kiss and nip at her flushed neck as you find her throbbing clit with your thumb.
“Fuck! I’ve missed you detka.”
You can barely make out what Wanda says in a breathy sigh, but you’re too focused on making your wife come to care.
Wanda’s hips jerk against yours erratically and suddenly you have an idea. You think that Wanda might hate you for stopping, but you can’t help but want to see her above you.
Wanda was so close when you suddenly pulled your hand away and sat up beneath her. She’s turning around to give you a piece of her mind when you just squeeze her hip and tell her what you want from her.
“What th-!”
“Take your shorts off, Wands, then sit on me again.”
Wanda shoots you a suspicious look, but you just watch and wait until she finally stands and sheds her shorts and straddles you in the same second. You moan at the sight of your wife hovering above you, and you drop a hand between her thighs before taking a deep beath.
“Now ride my hand until you come.”
The blush you see on your wife’s cheeks is worth the risk of pissing her off, and you grab her hip with your free hand and help her move against you.
“God, fuck this feels--!”
Wanda’s cut off when a particular hard thrust makes her lose her train of thought. Luckily you got the gist of it, and you’re urging your wife to rock faster as you start to circle her clit again.
“Come on baby. You’re almost there.”
Wanda groans and drops her hands to your shoulders as she leans forward so she can rock even harder against you. She curses before finding your lips and kissing you so thoroughly you start to rock your hips against hers. This pushes you even further in and Wanda gasps as her legs begin to shake.
When Wanda sits up again and throws her head back you think that you’ve never seen anyone look more beautiful. You watch her grind down against your hand as she rides out the waves of her orgasm, and you can’t help but smile up at her with what is certainly an awestruck expression.
“Do you feel better, love?”
Wanda finally stills and she lets out a heavy sigh from above you. She loves the sight of you spread out beneath her, and the look in your eyes tells her that she’s left you feeling needy. She smiles widely before she reaches out for you.
“Much better, detka. That was just what I needed, but now it’s my turn to have my way with you.”
You groan under your breath as Wanda pulls away from you to drop to her knees. You’re not exactly sure what your wife has planned, but you can’t wait to find out. You lean back against the couch again and release a sigh.
“By all means, Wands. I’m yours.”
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#wanda maximoff x reader#wanda maximoff#wanda maximoff x female reader#wanda maximoff fanfiction#wanda x reader#silver springs drabble#silver springs#mob au
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The Maximoff's walk of shame is real
You're so much like your mother.
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Agatha’s “I CAN’T FACE HIM”
followed by Billy’s halfhearted “I’m sure he’d forgive you”
That boy so obviously hasn’t even begun to consider forgiving Wanda, that was such a sad attempt to reassure her omg
#agatha all along#agatha harkness#kathryn hahn#agatha all along spoilers#billy maximoff#wanda maximoff#wandavision
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WITCHES ARE GAY
#queer#lgbtq+#gay#lesbians#lesbian#marvel#agatha all along#agatha harkness#rio vidal#agathario#agatha x rio#alice wu gulliver#lilia calderu#jennifer kale#wiccan#billy maximoff#billy kaplan#green witch#death#lady death#wanda maximoff#scarlet witch#wandavision
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oh my god this is amazing.
i love how they are open to invasive, touchy y/n because they’re soaking this moment with her, afraid she’ll go back to being distant as they get the truth out of her. also, the fact that she got drunk on accident is so funny to me 😂
The Truth by Liquor
PAIRING: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader
SUMMARY: In which, you're only nice when you're drunk apparently.
WARNINGS: Avengers being cute. Jealous!Wanda. Reader seems like an asshole. Sorry to everyone the moment Reader drinks though. Personal space? We don't know her.
NOTE: This is was inspired when I was tipsy the other night <3
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Please do not copy, repost, or translate my work anywhere else.
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"No, I'm fine. Thank you."
Wanda quietly sighed at your curt reply, watching you turn around and walk off. She shouldn't be so surprised. After all, you've never accepted an invitation of hers to go out. Even something as simple as grocery shopping, you turned down.
The lack of interest on your end would make Wanda think you hated her if not for the fact you treated the entire team with this icy, distant behavior.
A part of Wanda understands. Your recruitment into the Avengers was involuntary. You had been a peaceful civilian, living your quiet life when some psychopath disrupted your life, bringing your secret out and the Avengers in.
Everything in your life had changed in one moment, and Wanda understood better than anyone what it was like to lose everything. It didn't mean you didn't gain anything out of it.
The team was constantly trying to make you feel welcomed and grow closer to you, perhaps out of guilt, but it was still something. But it was clear from the constant rejection that you preferred your solitude. There were no movie nights with you, no eating together, no outings.
The most they got out of you was doing training and missions together. You had their back, that was sure, but you had no desire to open up to them.
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"It's Steve's birthday next week."
"Okay."
You had said the word so flatly that even Wanda had to wince in the distance. She was trying not to eavesdrop on Natasha asking you to partake in the celebration of Steve's birth, but it was rather hard when she was so curious.
"So, we'd like it if you joined us."
"Thank you but I'll be busy. Tell Steve I wish him a good one."
Wanda wasn't surprised; she had stopped hoping for your acceptance to any events long ago.
"That's great, but un-busy yourself," there was an edge to Natasha's voice that Wanda rarely heard, and she felt herself getting the secondhand shame as if she'd been the one that was getting scolded.
"Steve literally saved your life on the last mission and had been the one to fight for your choice from the beginning."
Wanda could practically picture your jaw clenching in anger. No one really talked about it, but it was clear from the start there had never been a choice for you. It was being with the Avengers or becoming government property. At least with the Avengers, you had some semblance of freedom.
To Wanda's surprise, she could hear you sigh quietly.
"Alright. I'll be there. Are we bringing gifts?"
"Yes, I can send you a list of things you can get him, if you'd like."
"That'd be helpful, thank you."
"Alright," Natasha gently said, and Wanda could picture her giving you a soft smile. "We'll see you—" Wanda heard a soft click of the door. "—there."
When Natasha came in, Wanda tried to look busy bustling around the kitchen, but it was clear the redhead saw through her.
"Well, I've achieved something that no one else on this team has. I deserve the Nobel Peace prize," Natasha gave her a wry smile, and Wanda laughed.
"Let's not get ahead of ourselves. Who's to say this won't blow up in your face?"
Natasha shrugged. "She's...cold but I don't think she'd do anything on purpose to ruin Steve's day."
Wanda merely shrugged because she doesn't know you. She wanted to, but it's hard to get closer to someone who moves further when she tries to move closer.
Wanda tapped the counter softly, wondering if she'd get a chance at this party.
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The party was exactly as Wanda pictured it'd be. Tony pretended he didn't care about Steve often, but it was clear that he did by how extravagant the party was.
It was still only the Avengers team and other people that Steve had come to know here and there. But by the end of it, there were only the superheroes left.
You had been distant and quiet the entire party. No one had been surprised, and many had come up to try to engage you in conversation. You were polite and responded, but it was clear you had wanted to leave long ago.
Wanda hadn't attempted because she doesn't think she can take any more rejection from you tonight.
Steve had thanked you sincerely with a smile for the new leather jacket and the various candies from the 40s that definitely would've required some deep digging to find.
You merely nodded with a terse smile that had Steve quickly moving along to the next gift.
It was a wonder that you were staying so long, and Wanda wonders if it's because of Natasha or if you were genuinely trying to show Steve that you were thankful.
"So," Tony started as he had a champagne glass in his hand, and everyone settled into their seats, starting to line up the board games for the night. "What's your problem with us?"
It was like an asteroid just hit the room, which might've been preferable to the awkward silence that followed after.
You looked taken aback slightly.
"Problem?" You quirked your brow at the billionaire.
"Yeah," Tony nodded after swallowing. "Have we done something to personally wrong you? Other than the whole bringing the psychotic villain to your work and then fighting with the government over you. In our defense, we couldn't control where that guy would crash into."
You stayed silent, and Wanda desperately wished she could read your mind if not for the fact she knew it was invasive, and you'd know.
In the end, you don't respond to Tony's question other than a mere shrug and saying you didn't have a problem at all, which no one believed.
The night progresses, and you don't participate in any board games but watch in mild interest in the background. You had been sipping on the fresh batch of punch Clint had made, and Wanda found it strange. You had been sipping on water the entire day, so she wondered why you had decided to suddenly drink.
Wanda was sure you'd have left long ago, and no one would fault you for it. Natasha would've let you off the hook hours ago. You hadn't participated in their laughter or anything, but you were still there.
"This is super weird, right?" Tony whispered conspiringly as he leaned in to say it and looked in your direction. "She's never stayed this long before. I mean, she's not being a part of the group or anything, but she's here."
Steve just cautiously looked over at you. He wished you'd just come and join in on the fun, but he also didn't want to push your boundaries.
"I've never seen her drink before," Bucky said thoughtfully. "Like, ever. Not at any public events or even on a random night here."
Natasha was staring at you, too, from the corner of her eye. Your eyes were hazy, and she could bet if she touched your cheeks, they'd be warm.
"Clint," Natasha turned her attention to her left. "Did you tell her that you put soju in this round of punch? You kept it alcohol free earlier because there were a couple of pregnant women here, right?"
"Oh, I mean, I said it, but I don't know if she was listening since she was kind of far from us when we were in the kitchen," Clint said thoughtfully.
Everyone was doing the mental math on how many glasses you had since Clint made the new batch.
"Is she...drunk?" Tony's eyes sparkled.
Everyone turned to look at you, and the sudden movement caught your attention as you looked back at them. You seemed embarrassed being looked at and sipped at your drink harder.
"Hey," Tony's voice was dripping with honey. "Why don't you come join us for a game?"
Everyone waited with bated breath.
"I don't know how to play," you finally said, chewing on your straw.
"That's okay, we can teach you. You can come and watch closer for a round, and we'll explain it, and you can join the next round," Tony tried to say patiently, but he was obviously eager.
Wanda was shocked to see you mull it over before nodding. She watched you stand and make your way to sit down next to Tony since he was the one waving you over.
Her heart fluttered with excitement as she was sure everyone else was too.
They all tried to play it cool, but they could tell you were much more relaxed with your posture as you watched them play the game, and everyone took turns explaining the rules and the moves they were making.
Eventually, you joined the next round but playing it made you seem more stressed than when you were just watching. So, even though you won that round, you opted to not play anymore but still remained with the group.
"Hah! Take that, capsicle," Tony cackled while Steve rolled his eyes.
Tony was about to continue gloating when he froze, and everyone else froze too.
You had adjusted, scooting closer until your side was pressed up against Tony's and leaning your head on his shoulder.
"Oh my god," Tony whispered, staying upright stiffly. "Oh my god, oh my god. Is this really happening? Someone take a picture. FRIDAY, take a picture."
Everyone had their mouths agape slightly, but you didn't seem to notice as you stared at the board.
"This board game is really long," you finally said.
"We could play something else," Natasha suggested, and she locked eyes with Tony as if they were trying to debate if they were hallucinating. They turned to Wanda, who looked partially offended but shrugged and looked back at you.
Wanda stared, a little regretful that she hadn't been the one to wave you over to sit next to her. You had caught her gaze briefly, giving her a small smile that surely Wanda was sure she’d imagine. You? Smiling at her? But Wanda’s cheek warmed nonetheless. Crap, why was she so desperate to have you like her?
"Do you have a game that you like playing?" Steve asked, trying to not gawk.
"Jenga?" You said as if you were unsure yourself.
"I have Jenga! Someone go grab it," Tony said as they all looked at him. "What? I can't move. This is like having a picky cat finally choose to sit on you, and it's forbidden to move. One could argue it's illegal."
Natasha rolled her eyes as she got up to get the game and returned while everyone else packed up the game. Well, everyone except Tony.
You seemed more enthused about playing Jenga, lasering your focus when it was your turn. The strangest part was how you'd go back to laying your head on Tony's shoulder when it wasn't your turn. It made everyone curious if you had a crush on him and it was driving Wanda insane. She was trying to not glare at Tony because why him? But Tony was smiling at her as if he knew some kind of secret.
That theory of your crush was quickly debunked when things began to get more intense in Jenga, and the pieces were starting to get difficult to move.
You had decided that where you were sitting was no longer optimal for your chances to win and abandoned Tony as you moved around the table. When you decided where the perfect spot was, it had turned out to be where Natasha was seated. She was about to make room for you when you decided her lap was more convenient.
"I’ll be talking about this abandonment in therapy next week," Tony said dramatically.
You stumbled a little, nearly falling off, and Natasha had to put her hands on your waist to steady you. You paid no mind to it as you perfectly picked a piece to move and put on top, a victorious smile on your face.
Natasha thought that'd be it. You'd get up and move back to Tony or back to your own seat, but you stayed. Clearly, you decided this was the best place to be for at least a couple of moves.
You leaned back against Natasha, swinging your arm around her as you rested your head atop of hers.
"Are you feeling okay?" Natasha asked worriedly, unable to move her hands away and actually having to wrap them around your waist as you sat in a way that if she didn't, you'd slide right off her lap and onto the floor.
"Yeah," you turned to her and gave her a bright smile that almost made Natasha quit the game just so you could have a better chance of winning. She looked over at Wanda and smiled apologetically, but Wanda just sighed with a deep frown as she took the next piece out rather aggressively.
Wanda tried to think about when it was that she might’ve developed a crush on you. How was it possible to develop a crush on someone who constantly turned you down? Maybe it was because despite how the both of you always knew the answer would be no, you always stopped to listen to Wanda fumble through the words of asking you to tag along somewhere. You always let her finish with patience and turned her down more gently than when you said no to everyone else.
When it was Natasha's turn, she was about to choose whatever block was in front of her, but as she reached for it, you grabbed her hand.
"No," you whispered loudly. It was hilarious if you were going for quiet and secretiveness. "You can't choose that one."
"Oh?" Natasha said amusedly. "Which one should I choose then?"
You continued to hold Natasha's hand as you hummed.
"This one," you guided her hand to one that looked much more stable to pull out. You were eager and smiling at her, clearly wanting to be helpful.
Natasha thought you were so adorable. So unbearably cute...until she pulled out that piece and the Jenga tower crumbled.
You burst out laughing while Natasha and everyone else looked flabbergasted.
"Why you—" Natasha started to say, about to tickle you when you jumped out of her lap and went to hide behind Steve and Bucky. "This was sabotage!"
You giggled. "Yeah, I don't think I could've won when my turn comes. Had to secure my victory another way, you know?"
"No, I don't know! I am an honorable player," Natasha huffed but smiled.
"Nice guys finish last, as they say," you said sagely, and everyone laughed. You had a sense of humor, and everyone was confused about why you wouldn't show this side of you when sober.
You clearly did like them. No amount of drinking could make you get along with people you despised. If anything, the alcohol would've given you the courage to start a fight.
"Alright, let's take a break from the games and watch something," Steve looked over at Bucky, who was looking back at him.
You were so close to them with your chin resting over Bucky's shoulder to see and your hand resting on top of Steve's on the ground, but you didn't seem to notice.
"Alright, I'll go set something up if you guys clean up the mess here," Natasha offered. "Any preferences on what we watch?"
Everyone turned to you, and you turned to Steve since it was his birthday.
"You choose. I haven't really caught up with what's new," Steve smiled at his joke, but you stared at him pensively.
Steve didn't really seem to care for movies. He certainly didn't mind them, but you were too antsy to sit silently through a film.
"Extreme couponing."
Everyone was stunned.
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"This is so...disturbing."
You chuckled at Steve's crinkled brows.
Wanda was trying to not hyperventilate. The seating arrangement ended with Wanda at the edge, you next to her, Steve next to you, and Bucky next to Steve.
It was rather crowded on the couch, but that was because you had started with sitting normally. Then, you had moved to resting against Steve and playing curiously with Bucky's robotic hand on Steve's lap.
Now, you were laying your head in Wanda's lap, legs sprawled over Steve's lap, toes bumping into Bucky's leg.
"Why would anyone need 40 bottles of detergent? Why does she keep getting more when it's going to take her about three years to finish the 40 she has now?" Steve was genuinely disturbed.
"It's an addiction," you grinned, and Wanda could feel it on her leg and refrain from twitching.
"It's hoarding," Steve shook his head, and Bucky snorted.
"Hoarding is an addiction, Stevie."
The bickering went back and forth while Wanda idly wondered how long this drunken state of yours would last.
You had continued to drink the punch as the night went until Natasha finally cut you off as much as she was also enjoying your newfound friendliness.
You had your hand resting in front of you as you lazily stroked Wanda's thigh you rested on, moving your hand down to caress her leg and calf. The entire thing gave Wanda shivers and goosebumps on her arms, but she forced herself to not move with all her willpower.
Tony's stupid words wouldn't leave her head that you were like a cat and moving was forbidden because if she moved, what if you moved away?
Everyone has taken some liberties in reciprocating your touchiness. Tony had rested his head against yours, and Natasha had held you while you were in her lap. Steve currently had his hands on top of your calves that rested in his lap, while Bucky had his normal hand over your toes to keep them warm. Wanda honestly wished she could swat their hands away. It was honestly more irksome that the two soldiers could tell she was annoyed with them but kept their hands where they were.
But Wanda had been too nervous to try to touch you back. She wasn't sure what to do at this point.
Should she try to stroke your hair? Should she rest her hand over your shoulder?
The thoughts were making Wanda jittery and also frozen with too many choices that weren't really hers to make.
Eventually, lying down seemed to be putting you to sleep, which wasn't what you wanted. You sat up, cuddling into Wanda's side with your legs pulled into yourself, and curling your arm around hers.
Admittedly, this was so much better since it was finally just her turn for your attention and her turn alone. But she was also more jittery than before.
"You always smell so good," you sighed contentedly.
"Huh?" Wanda bumbled ungracefully while everyone tried to not laugh aloud. "Oh, thanks."
"Like, you always smell like cinnamon and something else," you pondered and then stuck your nose right into Wanda's neck and sniffed.
Wanda was sure she was going to die right then and there. Simply perish.
"Oh, like citrus!" You were pleased that you figured it out and went back to rest your head against her shoulder.
Wanda glared at the rest of them as they all smiled teasingly at her.
"Did you have fun today?" Clint asked, and you nodded.
"Yeah, I'm glad I went."
"Do you usually want to go when we ask you out?" Natasha asked next, and you seemed to ponder answering as you tapped your finger against Wanda's inner forearm.
"Yes," you decided to admit.
"Why don't you?" Steve asked softly. "We'd like to hang out with you more."
You shrugged. "I get nervous."
"Nervous?" Bucky tilted his head as he looked over at you.
"I'm not always like this," you said, and it was the first time that everyone realized that you were aware of how friendly you were being. "Most of the time, I'm nervous. I'm quieter and don't often like doing things like board games, shopping, or whatever usually requires too much brain power or socializing. I'm boring."
"You're not boring," Natasha insisted while Tony hummed, and she elbowed him in the ribs roughly so that he coughed.
You gave her a sweet smile but shrugged.
"I am most of the time. I feel bad you have a new teammate that's not as exciting as the rest of you are. I feel like I should say sorry that I don't have some traumatic origin story, and I was just a regular person with these powers that I rarely used."
Everyone actually chuckled.
"We don't mind. We thought you genuinely hated us for having to be here," Natasha crossed her legs.
You looked genuinely confused at that.
"Huh? Why would I hate you guys? I mean, it's not all rainbows and sunshine, but I like it here."
Wanda hummed thoughtfully. You were just a homebody and shy, and it was coming out all wrong when they asked you out.
Eventually, people began to call it a night until just the two of you that remained on the couch, extreme couponing still playing.
"Are you tired?" You asked.
"No," Wanda answered quickly.
You smiled as you sat up and faced her, and she turned her body towards you.
Wanda was probably the person who often attempted to get closer to you despite how cold you had been. She had been alone, known that feeling, and didn't wish it upon you.
You tugged at Wanda's hand until her cool palm cupped your cheek. Sighing adorably, you leaned into her hand before you moved forward, completely invading Wanda's space as you hid your face into her neck.
Wanda felt her heart pulse uncontrollably. This was so unlike you, and Wanda had been convinced just hours ago that you hated the entire team. The only thing Wanda could think in her head was, 'What do I do?' over and over. Should she hold you back? Was that taking advantage of you? But Wanda knew if she didn't reciprocate, you were just going to the next person to be touchy-feely with, and that was the last thing she wanted.
It didn't matter that everyone else had gone to bed.
It was most likely that Natasha was actually still up and in the training room.
"I said no to you because I was nervous about something else," you quietly admitted.
"About what?" Wanda whispered.
"You make me nervous," your hand flexed in hers, unaware you were just repeating what you’ve said earlier.
"I don't think you're boring," Wanda insisted, and she could feel you smiling.
"I know, you're as boring as me," you smirked, and Wanda would've been offended if it wasn't so true. She was more inclined to be a homebody with you, and she had a feeling the two of you meshed well together. Any outdoor activities could easily be agreed upon. After all, she could understand liking to take walks but having no desire to climb Mount Everest.
"Then?" Wanda nudged at you.
"You make me nervous," you simply repeated like this time, Wanda would magically understand what you were trying to say. "And if I get too nervous, it's harder to control my powers."
"I think that'll just go away with time," Wanda blinked.
"I don't know. You're really pretty and I don't think that's going to go away."
Wanda felt her heart jump at the words and felt the tips of her ears burn.
Oh, god, she thought. Drunk you was too smooth and honest.
"I'm really tired now," you yawned, and Wanda felt the disappointment creep up on her.
"Oh, right," Wanda looked at the clock. "It is pretty late. We should get some sleep. You're probably going to be a little hungover tomorrow."
You nodded forlornly as if you knew you would be miserable in the morning.
"Okay, do you want to sleep in my room or yours?"
The question shocked Wanda.
"Uh, what?" Wanda stumbled again.
You tilted your head at her. "I can't sleep alone when I'm drunk. If you don't want to, that's okay. I think I can probably hop in bed with Natasha, or maybe with Bucky and Steve," you said thoughtfully, but it seemed reluctant as you felt like Bucky was a blanket hogger.
"No, no," Wanda said quickly. She wouldn't mind Bucky and Steve, but if you hopped into bed with Natasha, there'd be no telling how long Natasha could reject your drunken advances before she'd give in to your need for any physical touch you asked for. "We'll sleep in my room."
"Okay," you yawned again as you got up and pulled Wanda along.
You led her all the way, and she was surprised by your tenacity to still brush your teeth and wash your face before you rummaged through her closet unabashedly for sleeping clothes.
When you finally climbed into bed, Wanda heard you moan contentedly at the cool sheets but still snuggled up to her. You pulled her arms over you and hummed.
"Goodnight," you mumbled sleepily.
"Goodnight," Wanda mumbled back perplexedly, cautiously tightening her hold on you.
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Wanda woke that morning to you lying on your back, staring at the ceiling, mortified. She was surprised you remained in her bed as she half-expected you to disappear long before Wanda woke up.
Her sudden movement alerted you to Wanda being awake.
"This is why I never drink," you groaned quietly and sighed with a frown.
Wanda couldn't help but chuckle. She risked it and moved her hand under the blanket to find your hand. She was glad you still seemed open to physical touch and held her hand back.
"Are you still nervous?"
"Yes," you admitted. "But I'm more reluctant about my impending doom when we leave this room."
"You want to stay here forever?" Wanda jokes, and you turned to look at her with a sparkle in your eye, and it was...everything Wanda wanted. Wanda hoped she'd never see that cold side of you again, and if she did, she at least knew it was because you were anxious.
"At least ask me dinner first before you try to keep me in your bed, Maximoff."
"I have, numerous times actually."
You actually let out a laugh and squeezed her hand. "Sorry. Can we have dinner together today?"
Wanda smiled. "I should say no to you as many times as you have to me but I'll be nice and say yes."
"You'll go down in history for being gracious, Miss Maximoff."
The two of you chat quietly as you prepare for the day, and when you make it out and into the kitchen, everyone else is already there, and you stare at everyone awkwardly.
You're open to open your mouth and apologize for last night when they all grin at you.
"You better not drink if Wanda's not around," Tony grinned wickedly. "She's the jealous type."
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Natasha: name a sport
Wanda: tennis
Steve: hunting
Tony: lacrosse
Y/n: you ever get outta bed in a hurry and pee before rushing back so you don't lose any tired?
Natasha: detka the absolute fuck?
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