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satxnsupreme666 · 8 months ago

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I love you, it’s ruining my life: Agatha Harkness x fem!reder x Rio Vidal

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Requested by: @notlhecxzsa

Summary: Agatha cares for you deeply, she loves you, but her fears stop her from revealing the real feelings she has for you, the only way she knows how to cope with her own feelings is by using sarcasm and from time to time say something mean.

Rio developed feelings for you while watching over Agatha and you during the three years you had stayed with her to take care of the the blue-eyed witch who was under Wanda’s spell, Rio doesn’t like the way Agatha treats you just because she doesn’t know how to deal with her feelings.

Can Rio and the coven help Agatha realize that her actions and comments are not only hurting her but she’s also hurting you in the process? Can Rio help Agatha realize that love doesn’t have to make anyone suffer?

Warnings: Agatha is mean to reader because she doesn´t know how to deal with her feelings, reader gets hurt, reader almost dies, angst, I think that´s it.

Word count: 19k+

Author´s notes: In this story Sharon doesn´t die, in fact no one dies, I will always be in denial.

Hello, sorry for being a little bit inactive, and for the requests I have already been sent, have in mind I will be writing them and posting them, just give me please a little bit of time.

@notlhecxzsa thank you so much for requesting this! I really loved your idea! You are really creative and it was really nice to write this, sorry for taking too many days to write this, I´ll be honest I had some really bad days and it was so hard for me to even do anything, but I was finally able to get inspiration and finish this story, again, thank you so much for trusting in me to write your request, it was such a delight to write this, so I hope you like this and that you enjoy it! 💕

I hope all of you enjoy this!🥺💕💕

Taglist: @italianaidiota @midnight-lestrange @eliscannotdance

“Hey, sorry, I didn´t mean to scare you” The tall teen said to you with a soft smile on his face, you had not noticed he had been talking to you for the past minutes, too deep into your own thoughts about how some hours ago Agatha had been released from Wanda’s spell, some hours ago in which Agatha had been thinking that you were her wife, it looked like the older witch did not remember any of the past three years, and Agatha not remembering anything made you feel a pang of sadness to your heart, you had wished at least that during the moments she had been nice and caring towards you she would be able to remember something.

You were going to miss so much the times in which she actually seemed to care about you, and you felt guilty for that, you knew very well Agatha did not like you like that, she just tolerated you because you have proven to her your loyalty, but it had never been enough and would never be.

“It’s alright, I am sorry, I am not so used to people touching me out of nowhere” You replied back at him while you made sure the cups and the table were in order, the teen in front of you tilted his head to the side a little and looked at you with curious eyes.

“What did you ask me again? Sorry” You asked him again, clearing your throat a little, it was a little bit uncomfortable to be under someone else’s gaze, you were also letting him know that he could ask again whatever he had inquired.

“Oh yes! I was just asking how come you were living here with Agatha while she was under the spell and you were…not” He asked you carefully, he could see that whatever had happened was a touchy subject for you.

He still remembered the way Agatha had told you how she thought you had disappeared out of her life for real half an hour ago and then she just left the hall and went upstairs to do god knows what, you had been kind enough to help him untie him out of the rope and helped him to get out of the closet.

“Thank you by the way, for untying me” He said chucking, he could see you were kind and nice, and was really curious about what you were doing with Agatha.

You stopped to think about the past three years and about 7 months, the way Wanda had trapped you under her mind control, giving you the role of Agnes’ wife, you remembered everything perfectly because even from the first 4 months of just watching everything from the inside as if you were on a tv show and being controlled by Wanda’s mind, you were also conscious, living everything without actually having a chance to do something, it had been a weird experience, but what was also one of the weirdest things, was that you had not felt pain nor anything unlike the other residents of “Westview” that had claimed they were terrorized, you had not felt any type of pain during the months you were controlled, that had been what you assumed to be the first months, because one day you just woke up and what shocked you was that you actually were able to move as you wanted.

The teen cleared his throat softly and you came back to the present again, ready to answer his question.

“Well, I am not sure, I mean, one day I woke up not being able to control myself, following Wanda’s schedule, playing the role she had given to me which had been being Agnes’ wife” You felt your face getting warmer at the mention of your role.

“And then suddenly I was able to move on my own, I was able to actually went where I wanted, I don’t know. Then Agnes, or well, Agatha came to me to tell me she had released me from Wanda’s mind control and that I was in debt with her, so she “hired” me to pay my debt to her with some things, so I just stayed, I felt like I really had a debt with her, you know?” You were such a liar, you knew very well you had stayed because you liked so much the older witch that you wanted to get her approval and get her to like you, so you stayed with her to help her and do whatever she had wanted.

“Then you know, Wanda’s hex was destroyed, I am not sure how and I still don’t know, but the next day Agatha seemed to be a completely different person and claimed to be named Agnes, and well, I couldn’t let her alone, you know? She needed help, I helped her the way I could”

You brushed your shoulders trying to act nonchalant, you just hoped he believed you, because you had stayed with her because of the feelings you had developed for Agatha, and when she actually thought you were her wife and the way she actually treated you or her character “Agnes” had treated you had made you fell harder for the older woman, even though you always tried and made sure not to cross any boundaries because you were aware that was not what Agatha had wanted and you wanted to actually respect her, you never initiated any type of physical contact, she would only hug you and give you soft kisses from time to time, or more like, Agnes had given them to you, but you never actually took advantage of that, you always made sure she was fine, listening to her, to the different ideas and plots her mind had created, always making sure she was fine.

The dark-haired boy nodded slowly and seemed to be analyzing you, so in order for him to stop looking at you so weird you decided to change the subject.

“I also wanted to make sure Señor Scratchy would be fine” You told him and went towards one of the couches in the living room to take the fluffy bunny in your arms, bringing him close to the teen so he could see the bunny closer.

“He is so sweet; can I pet him?” He asked you and you sighed, relieved that he seemed to have forgotten the subject of how you knew Agatha, you nodded and passed the bunny over to him after caressing his little ears.

“He is really sweet, never bites, and he loves to snuggle against people” You proudly said remembering all the times you had spent at night on the couch hugging the bunny closer to you or the times when you had been sad and cried alone laying on the biggest couch and feeling the bunny climbing up and snuggling against your arms, you would always hug him and pet him lovingly.

“He would be an amazing service bunny” You jokingly said and the teen laughed, he was petting his ears and saying how cute the bunny was.

You heard footsteps coming from the stairs and quickly straightened yourself, brushing your hair with your hands to make sure you looked decent for Agatha, you did not notice the teen saw the way you were making sure you looked fine, and he internally laughed, he was sure you liked the older woman but would not comment about it.

Agatha came down wearing sunglasses and a hat, her style always so elegant and so beautiful, she really knew how to dress, you quickly looked back at your clothes, hoping they were enough.

“I see you made yourself useful and helped our guest here” She said to you while eying the teen, her eyes peeking from the top of her sunglasses.

You tried to ignore the comment and just nodded; the teen looked back at you with his eyebrows furrowed together.

“So, are we going to gather our coven?” The teen asked out loud and you went to take Mr.Scratchy from his arms, taking the bunny carefully and making sure the little fluffy ball knew how good he was, Agatha had put her glasses back and thought no one was watching her, so she decided to eye you while you were entertained petting the little bunny, she felt her heart skipping a beat at the sight, she had always loved the way you were so gentle not only with Mr.Scratchy but with animals in general, you were always so kind that it actually started to make her feel things, which was absurd, because how could someone like you actually make her feel something, it was obviously the fake memories Wanda had implanted on her head, there was no other explanation, she huffed and quickly went to look back at the teen.

“Yeah, whatever, let’s meet our coven” Agatha said with feigned excitement, she turned around and you quickly went to place Mr.Scratchy on the carpet, the teen turned himself around and looked at you with a smile.

“You can help me choose the music we’ll play in the car, I have a variety of songs in my playlist and I also have cd’s if you prefer them” The dark-haired boy said with excitement, and you felt happy to be included in what seemed to be really serious, you came to stand next to the teen when Agatha quickly turned herself with a frown on her face and walked back towards the two of you.

“Whoa, whoa, wait a minute, who told you she could come?” The older witch had felt suddenly a wave of worry taking over her, you were not supposed to be part of that, how would you even be safe? You were not even a witch! She pushed really hard the feeling away and again said to herself it was only the fake memories and fake feelings Wanda had planted in her.

“But I can help” You said eagerly, trying to let her know you would be useful, trying to get her approval one more time.

Agatha felt conflicted, she should not even care about you wanting to come, the more the better, if someone died on the road, no one would care! Everyone had to carry on, and continue to keep on walking down the road, but still, deep down, if something really happened to you, she was not sure what could happen, Agatha did not even want to actually think of something happening to you, but why did she care so much? You were no one to her.

“You are only going to slow us down” Agatha replied looking at you with her arms crossed on her chest, trying to see if maybe you would just agree on not going.

“No wait, I can be useful, you know? I can help you, all of you, just like I have been helping” You said hopeful, trying so hard to convince Agatha to let you join them, you saw the way she pursed her lips and suddenly you felt the same way you used to feel all those months you had passed with her again during Wanda’s hex, your mind going for a moment back to the past, the way she would say a comment that would make you feel bad or how she looked at you when you were too pushy on something, so you quickly lowered your gaze to look at the floor.

Agatha was thinking, too much, many different thoughts coming and going, if she let you go, she would be risking your life, if not many witches survived the road, what could happen to you? You could die and then, she would never get to see you again, her heart was beating so loud she was afraid the teen or you could actually hear her beating heart.

But now that the Salem seven were also behind her, she was powerless, and had no ways to actually do something if you were magically attacked, what would she be able to do?

“You are not even a witch” The way Agatha said that to you, with so much disdain, and making you feel less and not enough made you feel a pang of pain in your heart, you were not used to her mean comments anymore, sure when Wanda was still around and you were helping Agatha the comments and mean actions were common, but during those three years she had been “Agnes” you had not received any of those, so even now that you were aware and you knew she would make comments like that again, still it shocked you to hear them actually coming from her mouth, hearing them from the woman you loved so much made you want to cry.

Agatha noticed the way your shoulders tensed, and saw the way for a moment an expression full of pain and disappointment was visible on your face, you quickly went to hide and tried to compose yourself, you thought no one would notice it, but she did, you had been so many years with her that it was something she had picked up from you from the start, your small antics that made you so special, but she was not going to say anything about that.

The teen could not actually believe how even after those years that you had been there taking care of her, Agatha still could treat you like that! It was visible for him that you were head over heels for that woman and yet you tolerated the way she spoke to you, he felt bad for you but also, he did not want to intrude.

The blue-eyed witch felt like she did not know what to do, the only logical way for her to make you not go was the way she knew, the way she was used to, and that was how she was acting, but the sad look on your face and how you were not even looking at her made her for a second think twice what she was doing.

“Fine! Whatever but if you die I am not making a funeral” Agatha quickly said and rolled her eyes turning herself around to start walking to the door, she hated feeling nervous and actually worried for someone else, she had been alone for centuries, never having to look after some else, only looking after her, and then you came, with your sweet smile, kind words and actions, making sure she had what she needed and always tending for her needs, her sweet y/n, but there was no way, you had to know any of that.

Slowly you lifted your head to look at the teen and finally the two of you smiled, you tried to ignore Agatha’s comment, she always said something like that, so you tried not to take it personally, but still it hurt you to hear that.

You realized Agatha had already stepped out of the house.

“We better hurry, Agatha doesn’t like waiting for too long” You said to him and he nodded instantly, the two of you went out and you quickly locked the door, starting to walk behind the teen, following him, you saw Agatha standing next to the car looking at her reflection on the window.

The teen went quickly to open the doors and he went to enter the car to start the engine.

After making sure the three of you were already inside the car the teen smiled at you through the mirror.

“Do you want to play some music?” He inquired while turning the engine on and you were about to say yes but noticed the way Agatha was looking at you through the mirror as well, she had her eyes frowned and decided not to annoy her.

“No, uhm, it’s alright, I mean, whatever you want, don’t worry” You replied back and went to look through the window, trying to avoid their gazes, the teen did not say anything else and started to drive slowly waiting for Agatha to give instructions, but Agatha was too immersed looking at you through the mirror, she was analyzing your expression, the way you seem not to want to cause her any trouble, even going against your own wishes, how could you put her first? Your beautiful face looking at the window, looking at the street and the houses you were passing through, how could you make her feel things she had not felt in centuries?

“Where to Agatha?” The boy asked her directly and she quickly turned her head to look at him.

“Keep driving I’ll tell you when to turn and where to stop” She announced and looked at the path ahead, during the ride Agatha could not keep her eyes off you, looking at you through the mirror, and feeling her heart beat faster at the way your expression tended to change, she was still worried, how would she be able to make sure nothing happened to you?

When you were about to turn your head to look at the other side Agatha quickly turned to look at the other direction so that you would not notice she had been looking at you.

“Wait, stop! You already passed the shop!” Agatha quickly said and the teen had to abruptly stop.

“Oh my god” He said grabbing with a strong grip the steering wheel.

“Are you alright?” The teen asked while looking at you through the mirror and when Agatha saw the way he looked worried she turned her head hastily to look at you, you were grabbing your seatbelt with both of your hands and you just nodded, she sighed in relief seeing you had not hurt yourself.

“Who taught you how to drive?” Agatha said with an annoyed look on her face after the teen made sure to park where the shop was located a few meters behind and finally went to unlock the door to get out of the car.

The boy and you looked at each other still inside the car, Agatha was already outside walking towards the entrance of the building.

“Is she serious?” The dark-haired boy asked you directly and you only laughed a little bit while slowly nodding.

“Don’t mind her, she doesn’t mean it” You said to him and you proceeded to also get out of the car, the teen did the same and the two of you started to walk alongside towards the waiting older witch.

“Took you long enough” Agatha commented while accommodating her hat.

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Getting to know Lilia had been interesting to say the least, the interaction with her made you aware of how Agatha was perceived amongst the other witches, and got you thinking about her and her actions, for you it was not possible that Agatha could be really that selfish right? Could it be true every single thing that was said about her? Maybe other people did not like it, but for you she was just maybe, misunderstood, she was smart, amazing, a beautiful woman, or maybe, just maybe was your heart dictating your brain what to think.

Agatha had been carefully watching you whenever Lilia said something about her, whenever Lilia reminded her of what other witches thought about her, her past hunting her again, and the way you seemed to be so deep in thought about everything you have heard, made her heart ache with pain, she did not want you to believe all of those things, she did not want you to become afraid of her, but just as she had never actually care for someone in so much time, she didn´t know what to do.

“So, we’re at the mall, where to?” The teen asked with a smile on his face, you stopped walking and waited for Agatha to give instructions.

“Just follow me, it is not too far away” The blue-eyed witch said while starting to walk again, the boy looked at you and you only shrugged your shoulders, the two of you started to follow Agatha from behind.

After entering a shop on the second floor you frowned, where were they supposed to find a witch in there? You were about to ask the teen when you felt someone pushing you hard and losing your balance you fell to the floor, your hand colliding first on the cold floor making you wince in pain, Agatha quickly noticed that and quickly walked closer to you, she got worried thinking you had hurt yourself but when you started to get up the floor so quickly she did not get time to act as if she was not looking carefully at you, you stood up and were surprised to see Agatha standing there in front of you, frowning you sent her a questioning look and Agatha blinked several times before realizing what she was doing and without saying anything she turned herself around to look for the teen and the witch that had tackled him, her heart beating so fast against her chest, the blue-eyed witch cleared her throat and waited for the other witch to just get fired.

You did not understand what had just happened, and Agatha’s action or whatever she had done made you confused, what had just happened?

Agatha was shaken, she could not believe she had acted on impulse, but the thought of you getting hurt made her heart feel a deep feeling of pain and fear, why did she care so much? You were nothing! Not even a witch who she could drain the powers from, you were a mortal, and that was what also made her feel even more afraid, ignoring always could help, at least that’s what she thought would work.

You were not sure what the teen and Agatha were saying to the shorter woman, you were not interested if you were honest, too deep in your own thoughts, why had Agatha gotten closer to you? Did she want to make sure you were not hurt? For a second you heard jumped a bit, feeling warm at the mere thought of Agatha caring about you, but then you remembered how three years ago you had gotten hurt because she had got mad and she did not even turn herself around to take a look at you. You remembered that day very clearly and it made you shiver, she had been mad that day, mad because her plan was not working, mad because she couldn’t understand how Wanda had created everything from scratch, how she had brought her dead husband back or how she even created her two children! She was not even close to what she wanted and your only error had been to ask if she needed help.

You winced at the memory of her words, the way she had turned herself around so fast you were afraid she would hurt herself.

“How are you going to help me? You don’t even have powers, you are not even useful, you can’t get the information I have already told you to get, if you want to help, you will leave” Agatha had said to you and you had felt the way the tears started to fall down your face.

“You can’t be serious, I am the one who is stressed, you are fine here! I released you from the spell, you are not suffering, I gave you a chance to help me, and you are crying?” You could see Agatha getting angrier and the way her eyes started to grow purple made you afraid.

“Why won´t you leave? I said leave!” Agatha had yelled and the next thing you knew, you had been thrown out of the room, colliding against the wall and falling onto the hard wooden floor with a hard thud, it had hurt, but it was not a unbearable pain, you had slowly stood up groaning a little and Agatha just looked at you with her eyes widened, but quickly turned herself around and walked out of the house, leaving you alone in there, you had felt awful, you wanted to think she had not made it on purpose, you had wanted to convince yourself that she had done it without thinking twice, always listening to your heart instead of your brain, always making excuses for her, and that was what ruined you, always excusing everything she said and did, loving her was sometimes hard, but you couldn’t stop the feeling.

“Are you hungry?” A hand on your shoulder made you jump slightly taking you back to the present, you blinked several times only to realize you were on the food court of the mall, when had you gotten there?

“Not really” You answered the teen and smiled at him, he nodded and when you saw Agatha you noticed she was looking at you again with that unreadable expression on her face, she quickly lifted her hand to scratch her eyebrow slightly and turned herself around to walk towards a free table to seat there. The way you always jumped slightly whenever someone touch you out of nowhere made her also feel worried, what had happened to you? She really wanted to know but she did not have the courage to ask you out loud.

Agatha’s gaze made you feel a little bit weirded out because, she had never looked at you that way, was she analyzing you? thinking you were just a bother? You had many ideas running through your head, so many bad things that she could be thinking about you so you decided to just take your phone out to start scrolling whatever you could find.

You were trying so hard to focus on something else trying not to mind Agatha and when the teen asked what she wanted to eat and the two of them went to order their food you decided to take that little time to go to the nearest bathroom to wash your face. You still couldn’t understand why Agatha was looking at you in such a weird way, you never knew what she could be thinking or what her next move could be, so you only hoped for the best, feeling the cold water on your face relaxed you a little, you tried to lessen the tension on your shoulders and finally when you dried your face you decided it was time to go back to the two people you had come with, what you had not expecting was Agatha and the teen standing there in front of the table you had chosen and looking everywhere around the place, Agatha seemed to be tense, the way her shoulders seemed to tense just as she was speaking to the teen as if she was scolding him but you were not sure why.

Slowly you made your way to them, trying not to interrupt the conversation they were having in order not to bother Agatha, you did not want to make her angry at you.

After making sure you were centimeters away from them, you were able to hear what was the older witch and the teen talking about.

“You could have made sure she stayed here! Why couldn’t you watch where she went to?” Agatha sounded pissed but you were not understanding what was going on.

“I went with you to pay for the food! How was I supposed to know she would be leaving?” The teen had lifted his hands up in the air, not knowing what to do.

You cleared your throat to announce yourself and the two of them quickly turned themselves to look at you, when Agatha saw you, she felt relieved, she had felt her heart would stop at any minute trying to figure out where had you gone or if you had finally decided you wanted to leave her and be free, she had thought the worst, had you finally realized she was not a good person? That she was actually a wicthkiller and she was not capable of loving? She almost cried feeling desperate not knowing where you had gone, and seeing you there back again in front of her, made her feel at peace, she had wanted to hug you but again, she suppressed that feeling and only sighed.

“You know you could have said where you were going?” Agatha quickly commented while turning around to finally take a seat, she started to eat her corndog nonchalantly as if she had not just blamed the teen for losing you out if their sight and almost crying at the thought of you leaving, the teen was trying so hard not to laugh so he took the seat next to Agatha and brought the cup he had on the table to his lips, covering his grin.

You did not understand what had just happened or why she seemed so annoyed that you had left for some minutes, so deciding not to comment nor say anything you sat down on the seat in front of Agatha and the teen.

The older witch started to eat nonchalantly as if nothing had happened and the teen proceeded to do the same, you did not find anything to do so you just decided to keep doing what you had been doing on your phone, there was not much to do, you still had to wait for them to finish eating and then you had to still look for the other witches to complete the coven.

Your mind wandered back to a few hours ago, when you had heard Lilia saying random names of tarot cards, you had studied a little bit of tarot a while ago, and from what you knew, the first card Lilia had said out of nowhere had been Ace of cups, what did you remember about ace of cups? It had to do with new beginnings, right? Something about new relationships, what else? A card alone could have many different meanings, cards also have to be paired to have a more specific meaning, right? What other cards had Lilia said? Six of cups and two of cups, the meaning could also depend on the deck and also the context of course, what did you remember about the six of cups card?

It had to do with nostalgia? You tried to think harder, and yes you remembered! It also had to do with the past, in certain cases that could mean the past could come back somehow, revisiting some past memories? You were not sure, the meaning of that was the one you remembered the most, it had to do with partnership, creating a union, union of forces, could it be the coven reuniting and forming a union? You were not sure and tried not to think about it too much, you just wanted to remember what the cards could mean.

The last card Lilia had mentioned had been the lovers and that card could have just as every other tarot card a different meaning depending on the context, so it would be too risky to jump into any conclusions even though you wished deeply for that card to have a good meaning for you and a certain blue-eyed witch, Agatha noticed the way you seemed to be thinking a lot, the way you unconsciously tended to bite your lower lip while you were too focused on whatever you were thinking, it was an habit she had noticed since you started living with her when Wanda was still around, even if she never allowed herself to say it out loud, she had picked up almost all of your gestures, expressions and even antics, and could only wondered why you looked to be so worried.

The next stop all of you made was on the shop of the famous social media influencer Jennifer Kale, you felt nervous getting to be near someone as famous as her who had so many followers, the teen seemed to be excited due to his bouncy state.

“Aren´t you excited?” The boy asked you with a huge smile on his face, you nodded slightly letting him know that you were feeling the same, Agatha eyed you a little, she was walking behind you and noticed you shifting a little, showing that you were feeling nervous, it was something you used to do all the time when feeling stressed or nervous, moving your legs a little or passing your hands various times through your hair to soothe yourself, during those three years she would caress your hair a little to help you feel at ease, but right now, she could not get herself to do it .

You still did not understand why Agatha kept staring at you with such a weird look that you did not understand, so you only decided not to engage too much into their conversation with Jennifer, and only stood next to the teen.

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The way Agatha had ripped the teen´s decoration to welcome the witches made you feel a little bit bad for him, but you knew Agatha was feeling stressed, you even felt stressed because you did not know what would be waiting for you on the road, and it also made you feel scared.

“Hey” You said softly to Agatha with a frown on your face, she quickly looked back at you and felt surprised for your reaction.

“It looked nice, he did it with his own hands, I gave him the sheets of paper and the markers, it was pretty” Agatha blinked several times and when she saw the way you had stretched out for her to give her back the decoration Agatha did not think twice and handed it to you.

The teen was smirking and when Agatha saw him, she only rolled her eyes at him and walked into the other room, leaving you and him to keep on doing what you had planned.

“How did you do that?” The dark-haired boy had a big smirk on his face, and you only shrugged your shoulders not understanding what he meant, so you only gave to him back what he had made and helped him to put it back on the wall.

“That looks nice” A voice behind you commented and you turned yourself around to look at the woman who had arrived.

“He made it” You replied smiling softly at the potion´s witch and she returned the smile, even if you had not spoked with her that much, she could see you were nice.

“Thank you for coming” The boy looked at her with a big smile. Lilia arrived secondly and you greeted her happily, waving your hand at her, she did the same to you and the boy offered them a snack, you were not sure where he had gotten them, but decided not to ask, Agatha could not have given them to him, right?

“Hi” The woman with the red strands of hair arrived, she had her hands on her pockets and you smiled at her as well.

“Sorry for tackling you” Alice said to the teen and then looked at you.

“Sorry for making you fall as well” Smiling you laughed out loud.

“It´s alright, it was not that bad, don´t worry” Alice nodded and shily looked at the floor.

“What type of witch are you?” Jennifer suddenly asked you and you quickly shook your head.

“Oh, no, I am not a witch I am just here helping Agatha” You replied with a smile on your face, the three witches looked at each other with a confused look, they did not understand how could someone be happy helping Agatha, you seemed too nice to be working with her.

Before anyone could make more questions, Agatha appeared again, entering the living room dressed completely different, she really looked amazing with that coat on her.

“Alright, let´s walk the road” The new coven started to walk towards Agatha´s basement and you decided to go grab Mr. Scratchy to put him in a safe place, the teen followed you to get him back onto his large cage to get him safe, you two were too concentrated on making sure the bunny was fine that you did not get to hear the conversation about them needing a green witch, you did not even notice when Agatha left the house and came back with Mrs. Davis behind her.

“Alright, we are all set” The teen nodded and walked back to one of the couches to seat in there, you decided you would go the basement to see how else you could help Agatha with.

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“You can’t be here” Agatha quickly said to you making sure the other witches were not listening, she had guided you towards the stairs of her basement to let you know you were not allowed to be in her basement, at least not right now, she did not even know what could happen and deep down the fear was taking over her again, she feared something could really happen to you, and if you got hurt, she would never forgive herself, but how could she let you know that without making a fuss of her own emotions? Without actually saying out loud what she felt?

Your confused look made you look so pretty, why were you so kind to her even after everything she had done? You were too pure and yet you wanted to help her.

“But then how am I going to help?” You asked her, completely confused on why Agatha was telling you not be there with them, the older woman didn´t want you to get hurt, she did not even know what was going to happen and she could not risk you getting hurt.

“Listen, I know you want to help, but remember, the only ones who can open the door are witches, so, you would be more helpful if you go back and stay with the boy and wait for me to give you more instructions, alright?” She was trying so hard to convince you to go back and was hoping that you would accept quickly, she was sure you still had not even noticed about the weird entities wanting to get her, and you were also completely oblivious to the fact that her former lover had also paid her a visit, so she really needed for her and her new “coven” to get through this as fast as possible.

“Alright” You said to her and Agatha felt relieved you understood quickly.

She made sure you closed the door behind you and went back to the circle.

“What a beautiful wife and helping wife you have Agatha” Mrs. Davis commented, she remembered you and her being on Wanda´s hex and from time to time she also saw you going to the grocery store or just walking down the street during those past three years, of course the woman did not know what had happened.

All of the other witches hastily turned their heads to look at Agatha with a shocked expression on their faces, how was it possible that Agatha had a wife?

Agatha laughed nervously and tried to act as if that comment had not meant anything to her.

“How did you get her to be your wife? Do you have it under some kind of spell?” Jennifer asked with a smirk on her face, how could it be possible? Agatha pursed her lips not wanting to give explanations.

“Well Jennifer, unlike you I can actually get someone who wants to be with me, not magic involved, are you jealous?” The smirk on Agatha´s face made Jennifer feel her blood boiling and Lilia sensed the tension.

“We are not here to discuss anyone´s love life, we have a goal in common ladies” The Sicilian witch tried to reason with them, not wanting for a fight to start.

“Yeah, maybe you can give us some tips later” Alice commented while raising her eyebrows and nodding slowly, Lilia turned her head to look at her with her left eyebrow raised.

“What?” Alice did not understand the look on the curly haired witch.

Upstairs, you went back to sit next to the boy, and looked at you with a concerned expression on his face.

“Agatha told me to come wait here with you” He tilted his head and looked at you carefully.

“We can play a card game in the meantime if you want, I have the Uno game card, I mean it is only the two of us, but,-“

“Sure, I love board and card games, so let´s play” He interrupted you, he loved card games and always was eager to play one with people he liked, he was sure you and him could be great friends.

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You looked at Agatha standing herself from the water slide, the way she had not let you get cut your skin with the knife, she had taken the teen’s hand to get the blood they needed, the way she had seen so reluctant to actually cut you with the knife when you had offered yourself, the way she quickly snapped back and said no to you, or how she had taken the glass of wine out of your hands, she had not allowed you to drink from the poisoned wine, claiming only true witches were allowed to drink, but those little actions made your heart flutter with happiness, maybe she really cared about you? Maybe she actually felt something nice towards you? You were beyond happy, finally Agatha was showing something else towards you than just annoyance and that made you feel a lot better.

Agatha felt on edge, she was making sure you would not hurt yourself, but you were making it hard for her, really hard, when she saw you with the glass on your hands, her heart beat so faster that she thought it was going to get out of her ribcage, you almost drank the wine because you had been joking around the teen, she was not sure what you two were laughing about, and her heart felt warm at the sight, but when she saw you were about to take a sip, she had lost her composure for a minute, she had not cared if the others saw her, you were more important to her than anything else or what other people could think, she ran towards you and snatched the glass from your hands, everyone looked at her with wide eyes including you and she only said something mean to cover her real feelings and her beating heart.

You and Billy had only looked at each other with a confused look and just brushed what had happened off, Agatha always did something like that.

Agatha felt he heart skip a beat not long after the wine incident, you had offered your own hand to get the blood they needed, wanting to help, always willing to help whoever was in need, and again she did not understand how you were not afraid, she was not going to cut your skin, there was no way she would hurt you like that, so she quickly took the teen’s hand and cut his skin, she gave you a quick look with a weird expression you had not seen before, Agatha was stressed, how would she be able to help you and take care of you when you were putting yourself in such dangerous situations!?

Agatha felt relieved for a moment, you had gotten out of the trial without a scratch, you were safe, you were still there in front of her, until the teen and you started to explore the path a little too far away, Alice was saying something about a way to get Mrs. Davis out of the road, to keep her safe, but Agatha was not listening anymore, her eyes squinting to look at the two of you trying to take some orange leaves from the path, but when she saw the way your foot had tripped over she felt her heart skipping a beat again, her worried face showed what she was actually feeling, not daring to hide her emotions, the blue-eyed witch ran off to where you had fallen on the mud as quick as she could.

You had been trying to reach for a weird shaped leave on the path outside the actual road to show it to the teen but the next thing you knew you were fighting to walk out of the pool of mud that seemed to engulf you more and more as the seconds passed, you felt the teen grabbing you by your hands, trying to push you back over to the road, but it was not working, he was doing everything he could until he felt a body pushing him to the side, a strong pair of arms circled your waist and in less than a second, you were released from the mud, you lifted your head to see the blue-eyed woman looking worriedly at you, she took your face in her hands, checking for any type of wounds and when you were about to throw yourself at her to hug her, she quickly turned herself around to walk back towards the other witches.

You felt confused? What had just happened, so you decided to follow Agatha from behind until you reached her when she was closer to her coven, even if you were scared of her reaction, you stretched your hand out to touch her shoulder.

“Agatha?” You asked in a small voice, and Agatha turned herself around to look at you, the way her blue eyes for a minute turned purple and the way her eyebrows were furrowed aggressively, made you feel small.

“You should not even be here! You are not a witch! You are nothing!” Agatha quickly pressed her hand over her mouth, she had not wanted for that to happen, she had not meant what had come out of her mouth, she did not mean any of what she had said, but the way you had put yourself in danger already three times and being careless to get outside the path, that you had almost drowned in the mud made her feel even more powerless, she did not have her magic, she was useless! How would she be able to actually save you from a magical threat or even from the Salem seven! She had snapped out of fear and stress, but she did not actually mean what she had said.

Too late, she thought when she noticed your beautiful eyes getting glossy, and the way you looked down at the floor, her heart ached so much looking at you this way, she would have loved to pull you closer to her and hug you but she couldn’t get herself to actually do it.

You felt guilty for missing “Agnes” the way she treated you with respect, the way she made you feel seen and showered you with gifts and compliments, the way she hugged you when she noticed you were feeling under the weather.

Of course, you felt guilty because, “Agnes” was not even real, it was an illusion, something Wanda had created, only playing a role she was assigned to play along, “Agnes” had been just an illusion, a dream! A beautiful dream that you could not help but miss, it had been three years of you sharing your life with “Agnes” and even if she was under a spell, you actually saw the cracks of her actual self, her real personality, some times it was more noticeable but the only thing that actually differed from “Agnes” and Agatha was their way they treated you. Even if you knew the way “Agnes” had treated you had been just something she had to play under the spell, you could not help but wish that Agatha would treat you some day like that, hoping to get her to like you at least, you wanted her to love you the same way you loved her, why had you been doomed to love the person who did not even like you at all?

Even if you had lived three years with her, it only had felt like a short period of time, you had spent so many time loving her, waiting for her to reciprocate your feelings for real, but at this point, you knew it would never happen, and you would only love her forever even if you did not want to, because, how on earth could you actually stop loving her?

Agatha could not stand the state you were in, she had caused this, she had hurt you, again, she did not deserve you, she would never deserve you, you would only get more and more hurt with her by your side, how could you still be there with her?

You knew Agatha very well, or at least that was what you thought, but did you really?

The three years you had passed with her, you had thought you had got to know her entirely, you had let yourself think that maybe if you were patient enough with her, gave her enough space, the space she needed, the time she needed to open up, she would realize slowly that she could trust you, and then she would magically realize you loved her completely and that you would do anything for her, hoping she would return one day your feelings, but just as you still could hear her screaming at you, you felt so stupid, still holding onto a stupid daydream and feeling that would never happen,

You loved her so much it was ruining your life and even though you knew that very well, you were sure you would not stop doing it.

Lilia noticed the tension between you and her, well, everyone noticed the tension, but no one dared to move or say something, too afraid to make everything worse, the teen was mad, he could not understand why Agatha treated you the way she did, when the only thing you wanted was to help her and make sure she was fine, you had stayed with her for three years! Taking care of her making sure she would be fine! How could Agatha be so selfish? How could she not be grateful for once in her life? He couldn’t take it anymore, you were one of the kindest people he had gotten to know, and the way she treated you and said mean things to you had to change, he started to walk towards the two of you to face Agatha and help her to get some sense into that thick skull of hers, Lilia noticed the boy walking with an angry expression on his face, the way his hands had formed into fists and knew that would end up even worse, the divination witch turned her face to quickly look at Jenn and Alice and as if they had understood the two witches nodded at her and Lilia took this chance to quickly stand up and walk as fast as she could towards the fuming teen to stop him.

Lilia put her hand on his shoulder and placed herself in front of him, to stop him from going farther and looked at him straight into his eyes.

The dark-haired boy frowned, confusion all over his face, but Lilia only shook her head, as if telling him not to do what he had in mind.

“Let’s give them time, I can sense your intentions are good, but we cannot interfere, I hate the way that poor girl is treated but we cannot interfere right now” The boy nodded slowly, trying to clear his head, maybe Lilia was right, but he still hated seeing you so sad.

“I will take the girl to have a chat with her, you stay here and make sure Agatha takes back that poor woman back to her home, alright?” Lilia patted his shoulder and turned back herself to get closer to you and Agatha, you were still looking down to the floor, crying silently, Agatha was looking at you not moving, just stuck there in front of you with some tears falling from her face, Lilia came next to you and placed her left hand on your shoulder, in a slow way and making sure she made sound in order to alert you that someone was behind you and getting closer to you, she had noticed the way you tended to tense when someone got too closer too you without alerting first and when someone touched you without letting you know before, so she did not want to cause you more distress, it made her feel content, that she did not startle you.

“Let’s take a walk alright sweetheart?” You nodded and slowly turned yourself around to start walking never taking your eyes off the floor, Lilia saw the way you started to walk slowly and went back to look at Agatha.

“I’m going to make sure she’s fine, please take Sharon back to her home, we don’t need more innocent people getting hurt” Agatha nodded quickly and hastily wiped the tears off her face, Lilia gave her a soft smile before turning her body around and walked towards you, she then placed her hand again on your shoulder and gave it a soft squeeze, that action comforted you, and you made a mental note to thank her for that later. Lilia and you walked next to each other, the older and gentle woman never letting go of your shoulder, you walked in silence for some minutes, until you reached a tall tree with some tree-trunks on the floor, Lilia guided you to them and made you take a seat on one of them, she sat to your right and took your hands in hers, feeling her warm hands made you feel your eyes getting glossy again, she was comforting you and it made your heart warm.

“Oh, sweet girl, why do you keep suffering in silence?” The Sicilian witch asked you with a worried expression on her face, you didn’t dare to lift your face, keeping your eyes on the floor, too ashamed to look at her.

You felt a hand on your chin and Lilia lifted your face to look into your eyes.

“You don´t have to suffer alone, I know you don´t have magic, but that doesn´t mean you are not part of this coven, yes, it is a little messy coven, gathered on the last hour, but still a coven, and you are part of this coven, you trust in me, Alice and Jenn, I know all of us are wary of Agatha, but that doesn´t mean we feel the same towards you, you are nice, kind, and have such a pretty smile that can be contagious, I now you and Agatha are not together, and I know there is much more between you and her, I see you have a deep love for her, a love that is hurting you, so tell me, what´s going on?” Lilia spoke with such a soft tone that made you feel safe, the way she had referred to you as being part of the coven made you feel happy, you felt like you could trust in her, so you decided to do it and tell her how you had met Agatha and how you had slowly fell in love with her, Lilia never let go of your hands, caressing the back of your hands with so much delicacy that it made you feel warm on the inside.

“I still don´t know why she hates me so much, I don´t get it, I thought I would be able to make her like me at least, but she doesn´t even tolerate me, I know she doesn´t care, she always makes sure to say it out loud, but why does she have to be so mean? I know maybe I should not love her the way I do, not after everything she has done, but I cannot make myself stop the feeling, I love her and I hate the way loving her makes me feel” Lilia listened to you carefully, making sure not to interrupt you, she did not think Agatha did not care about you, she saw the way the blue-eyed witch had ran off towards you, she saw the desperate state Agatha had been when she saw you almost drowning in the mud, she saw the way she had hesitated to cut your skin, but hadn´t had any problem using the knife on the teen, Lilia was a very observant woman and was aware of how Agatha always looked at you and watched you carefully since all of you had arrived at the road.

She knew Agatha cared for you, deeply, but the way she treated you made you see the contrary and also made Lilia wondered the reason of her cold treatment towards you but the immense care she felt for you when you were not looking, Lilia was not dumb, and neither any of the other witches, even the teen noticed the way Agatha looked at you from time to time when she thought no one was looking, but her actions demonstrated the contrary, and the only one who could show you and let you know the truth to stop the pain you had in you was the same person who inflicted the pain on you, Agatha had to be the one to talk properly with you, but Lilia was not even sure if Agatha would do it, the purple witch was stubborn and sarcastic, and listened to no one but herself, so trying to talk to her would not even work.

“Listen dear, I´ve seen some things, I have lived for centuries, and I can assure you, Agatha just does not know how to express herself correctly, I am not making excuses for her, no, the way she treats you is not correct, and it makes me feel angry at her for causing pain to you, but I can also see she is in pain as well, I am not the one who needs to speak about what she feels, just give her some time, and take some time for you as well, I know it is really hard right now, because we have to help each other and we are constantly together, but take some time for you and for her, you can always come to me if you feel safe, even Alice, Jenn and the boy would be more than happy to help you and make sure you are fine, alright?” You nodded, not understanding completely everything she had said, but still having her listening to you and advising you made you feel content and kept your heart warm, she gave one last squeeze to your hands and you smiled softly at her.

“See? You have such a pretty smile, it hurts me to see you so sad sweetheart” You laughed softly and Lilia laughed as well, your smile and laugh was really contagious.

“Can I hug you?” You liked that Lilia had asked before and you quickly nodded, you really needed a hug right now, you felt her arms surrounding you and you did the same, her hug made you feel happy and kept your heart warm, Lilia was such a kind woman, with such a beautiful soul.

You heard some footsteps getting closer in a slow way, and Lilia and you separated slowly, you wiped your face again with the sleeve of your jacket and gave her another smile.

“Hey” You heard someone greeting in front of you, and turning your head to look at the owner of that voice you saw Alice walking slowly towards you, her hands stuck inside the pockets of her jacket, she was walking slowly while shuffling her feet against the leaves and dirt, she looked to the floor and then looked at you, trying not to intrude or make you feel uncomfortable, she came to stand in front of you and Lilia, noticing how Alice was moving her feet around the ground shily, and it made you chuckle slight.

“You can come sit here next to me” You patted the spot to your right and Lilia couldn´t help but smile at the interaction, Alice smiled widely and felt excited you had let her sit next to you, she took the spot right next to you making sure she did not cross any boundaries and making sure you were not uncomfortable, you noticed the way the protection witch was trying so hard not to make you feel distressed and it also warmed your heart, she even had made sure she was not touching you that much so you would not feel awkward and you smiled, you moved a little to get closer to her, your shoulders touching and Alice smiled widely at you.

“How are you?” The protection witch asked you softly and you pressed your head against her shoulder, Alice felt happy you were comfortable with her to do that, and it made her feel joyful, she really didn't like the way you seem so sad since she saw you at the mall, waiting slowly behind Agatha and the teen.

“I am feeling better, Lilia really knows how to cheer someone up” Lilia chuckled and Alice did the same, resting her head against yours, her hands still on her pockets.

Lilia pressed again her hand on your shoulder and brushed your arm slowly, comforting you, making you feel better. After some minutes had passed, you saw the teenager and Jenn walking slowly next to each other, when they saw you sitting between Alice and Lilia the smiled and started to walk a little bit faster.

The teen quickly came closer to you and took a seat on the ground in front of you, Jenn smiled at you as well and took the spot next to Lilia.

“Smiling fits you” The teen commented feeling happy you didn’t seem to be crying anymore.

“You have a really pretty smile, it makes me want to smile” Jenn said peaking her head to look at you, you seemed content and it made her feel really happy, it was a nice change, seeing you smile that way after only seeing you grimacing, confused or crying made her heart feel warm.

Agatha then appeared again, she was walking as elegant and confident as ever and when she saw you she felt happy, she felt happy seeing you smiling again, and being with the others who seemed to be supporting you made her feel happy for you, she still felt guilty but was not about to comment that, but what Agatha did not like was that you avoided looking at her while she explained they needed to summon another green witch.

All of you gathered around the spot where the area in which the ground changed colors, everyone had a flower in their hands and started to ask for the traits you wished for the new green witch you have.

You were almost at the end of the queue, Lilia to your right and Alice to your left, when your turn came, Lilia placed her hand in your back letting you know it was your turn to place the flower and wish for the trait.

“Please let the new green witch be kind”

Alice brushed her arm against you and nodded agreeing with you, Lilia gave another squeeze to your shoulder, while the teen and Jennifer smiled again at your wish.

Agatha was looking at you with a sad smile on her face, and a pang of guilty reached her heart, she had not been kind to you, what made her feel a little bit better, was the fact that the other witches have seemed to take a liking to you, she really hoped nothing happened to any of them because she wouldn´t know how you would react if you lost one of the witches who were kind enough to make sure you were alright, she feared for them and for you, a really strange feeling she was not used to.

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“Why are you so mean if you feel the same way she feels?” Rio who was asking Agatha from behind caressing her hair. Agatha quickly turned herself around to face Rio, how had she noticed? How had she figured it out? She tried to say something, something to prove that Rio was wrong, but she couldn’t, she knew she could not lie to Rio, the brown-eyed woman would notice right away, and she hated that.

Rio chuckled and proceeded to take Agatha’s hands in hers, she knew that Agatha was trying hard to ignore the feelings she had been having for you, the strong and deep love she actually had for you, the immense necessity to take care of you and make sure you were alright, Rio knew that in an attempt to try and bury her own feelings, Agatha had tried to have as much contact with her while all of you kept on walking down the road, Rio knew it very well and it was not fair for you nor her.

“I know why you suddenly want to be near me so much, and it’s not fair for her and neither for me and not even fair for you, you know it” Rio said while caressing the hands of the blue-eyed witch. Agatha started to feel guilty again and couldn’t deny that what Rio was saying was true, the brown-eyed woman knew her so well, but she wanted to make sure that Rio knew her feelings for her were not an act and she genuinely still felt love for her.

“I am not lying about the way I still feel about you” Agatha desperately said, squeezing the other woman’s hands.

Rio chuckled a little looking back at their hands intertwined and sighed deeply.

“I know, I know you still have those same feelings, we share the same feeling, but you know you are not being fair to her, I know you are saying the truth about us, but…”

Rio stopped to take a deep breath again and looked back to Agatha’s face.

“You keep denying what you feel about her and doing that and it is hurting not only her, it is also hurting you” Rio tried to get Agatha to realize how much pain she was inflicting not only to you.

“I also have to say that I don’t like the way you talk to her or treat her, she does not deserve to be treated like that Agatha, she doesn’t deserve to keep being on pain because you are too afraid of your own feelings” Rio commented again, sounding a little harsh, of course she hated seeing you in so much pain, not getting to see that beautiful smile of yours.

“I watched the two of you while you were under Wanda’s spell, you know? You treated her so beautiful, the way she deserved to be treated, I loved seeing when you came late to your house and y/n would wait for you, she always felt sleepy but she would always make sure to stay awake until you arrived, you would hug her and kiss her making her blush so much that she had to hide her face on your chest, you don’t know how happy she was…” Agatha remembered everything, she remembered doing all of that, but because of her fears and insecurities she tried to bury those memories, she was a little but surprised that Rio had watched the two of you, but she always had done something like that without her knowing.

“I really loved the way she has always listened so attentively to you, always listening to everything that you had to tell, I even feel jealous of her just giving all of her love and attention to you, I would love if she looked at me the way she does it when it comes to you” Rio said a little ashamed, feeling too exposed saying how she felt.

Agatha felt surprised listening to Rio’s confession and couldn’t help but feel a little bit jealous for the fact that she wanted you for her as well.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to steal her from you” Rio winked at her playfully.

“I just, would like to keep talking with her and with you, after all this finishes, if you’d like”

Agatha liked the idea of getting to be with her and you, but now you were not even looking at her, not even meeting her gaze! You have been avoiding her since she had yelled at you.

“But she is not even looking at me anymore! She has finally realized the monster I am” Agatha couldn’t hide anymore how distressed she was feeling, the mere thought of you leaving her was making her heart break into pieces, Agatha threw herself at Rio hugging her and clinging to her clothes, sobbing hard against her chest.

“Since I entered that house in Westview, the one I took over to follow my plan, and she was there waiting for me inside what she thought was our home, she opened the door, and smiled at me with one of the most beautiful smiles I have seen ever, she was smiling at me, she called me love and said that she had made dinner for me, I knew right away she was under Wanda´s mind control, I just never thought Wanda would give me a fake wife you know, not that I minded at all” Agatha said with a soft smile even if the tears were still streaming down her face.

“I never minded her you know? Yes having her there was nice, I just thought that the way she treated me was because of Wanda´s mind control, because of the role she had been given to play, it was bad, I had started to fall slowly, it started with her usual greetings in the morning, always asking if I had a good sleep, or if I wanted something specific to eat in the morning, always waiting for me whenever I arrived late, so I decided to stop the feeling and release her from the spell, so she would leave the town, and leave me…” The blue-eyed witch was being sincere, something that was so hard to get her to do, so Rio only listened slowly to her while caressing her hair.

“I decided to just wake her up from the mind control so that she would not act like that anymore, my heart and mind could not stand the fact that I was falling for an act, I was falling for the pretty girl in my house, for the amazing and beautiful woman in my home, always attending to what I needed, always making sure I was alright, always trying to cheer me up and say how smart I was, I wanted for all of that to end because I couldn´t stand the idea of that not being real, I was going to let her go, my heart was shattering I was going to lose her, but I was not going to just stay there and fall for that, enjoying and feeling happy because of her while she was in pain as well, so I decided to wake her up one day when she was showing me what Wanda had gifted to her, she was happy, showing me the small glass piece shaped like a bunny, it was shaped like Mr.Scratchy, she was so happy she was saying that she was going to put it on our nightstand, and I couldn’t take it anymore, I quickly just placed my hand on her temple and then I just waited for the worst” Agatha recalled the way how she had waited for you to start asking where were you, who was she, and what had you been doing there, but what happened shocked her and she did not know if she had to feel relieved or even more scared.

“But the worst never came, she blinked several times, looked at her surroundings and then at the small piece of glass, then she looked at me with her beautiful eyes, there was no trace of fear nor confusion, she seemed relaxed, and you know what she said to me after that? She said thank you, I wanted to be able to move Agnes, would you let me keep Mr. Scratchy´s twin made out of glass?” Agatha chuckled bitterly, in that moment she realized you still were conscious, you remembered everything but did not seem to be angry nor agitated, you were relaxed, but she was not sure about the way you truly felt so she decided to once again, hide her true feelings.

“I just told her she owed me and she had a debt to pay to me, and you know what? She agreed happily, she said she would help me with whatever I needed that she was really happy there, with me! I thought she was only saying that because maybe she was scared and I thought that she would reveal her true self, her true feelings, that she would start acting different, but none of that happened, she still was there for me, waiting for me at night, making breakfast for the two of us, making sure I was fine, asking about anything, always praising every single thing I did, and even after every mean comment I said to her, she still stayed, I even hurt her once by accident! I threw her against the wall, I never got to say sorry, I did not even stay to check on her, I thought that day she would finally pack her things and leave, but she stayed, she has been staying all this time and I have only treated her like she is not worth anything to me, when she means the world to me, why can´t she just leave, yell or say something to me? I am a monster, even after every bad things I have done to her, she is still here” Agatha started to sob more, recalling every bad thing she had done to you made her think more and more you were not safe with her, Rio took her by her shoulders and made her look into her brown eyes.

“It is never late to say sorry, it is never late to finally let her know how you truly feel, if you want that girl to stay with you, and if you do not want to lose her nor let her go, with only an explanation, a sorry and telling her about your real feelings, she is going to understand everything, you have to stop inflicting pain in her and in you, can´t you see how much she loves you? The way she looks at you with such admiration, and I know, you showed her how you really felt during those three years you were under Wanda´s spell, or am I wrong?” The blue-eyed witch sighed and nodded slowly, there were times in which Agatha would be conscious from time to time, she would come to her senses and realized that everything was just Wanda´s magic making her believe and act in weird ways, but even during those short times, she still acted the same way towards you, taking advantage that you thought she was under the spell, it was a way in which she felt somehow safe, and she had every memory about those three years, the way you smiled when she hugged you, the way you blushed when she complimented you, for her it had been real, and she loved all the time she got to spend with you, but her pride, insecurities and fears made her act the same awful way towards you when she was released completely, and she hated herself for that.

“I know you think you don´t deserve her, that you don´t deserve her love, but you do, but if you do not let her know the real you and your real feelings, you are risking everything you can have with her, Agatha if you do not talk to her, she is going to leave, and I don´t want to lose her neither, I know you love her the same, but if you do not let her know that, how is she going to know your true feelings? If you keep acting that way towards her you would only keep ruining your life and hers, do you understand that? I know you are scared of something happening to her, but you have to show her you care, you have to show her how much you truly love her, she needs you to reaffirm and confirm all of that” Rio was speaking in a soft way, her soft voice explaining everything to Agatha who always was a mess when it came to feelings, Rio wanted to stop the suffering you and Agatha were passing through.

“Love doesn´t have to make you suffer” Rio said with a smile on her face.

“I saw the two of you during all these three years, and I saw the love you two share, I know it´s easy for you to hide your feelings, but it is hurting you more and her, you may have been under Wanda´s spell, but I know that way was easier for you to show how you truly felt, you should really talk to her and say everything to her just as you did with me, or would you like me to talk to her?” The way Rio was asking the last question made Agatha realized that this other woman also cared for you and she cared for her as well, if she could mend everything with her and you at the same time, she would be more than happy, Agatha was aware she had to be the one to talk to you and explain everything to you, she needed to do that for you, so she shook her head slowly.

“I want to talk to her, and explain everything, but, what if she doesn´t believe me and decides to leave?” Her biggest fear was you abandoning her and she was sure she would not be able to stand it, Rio chuckled slightly, how could Agatha really not see the immense love you had for her?

“She is not going to leave, she only needs to hear what you just told me, and be honest, completely honest, no more lies, no more acts, alright?” Agatha understood and felt a wave of excitement, she wanted to mend things with you, and was grateful for Rio being there to help her, the blue-eyed witch hugged the other woman and sighed deeply.

“No more lies” Agatha repeated against Rio´s chest.

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Agatha tried to get near you to have a proper talk with you, but it seemed like you were ignoring her, it was as if you did not want to talk to her, you were not even looking at her when she spoke or was asked something, the blue-eyed witch felt desperate and every time she tried to get closer to you, you always seemed to get to the other side or get to talk with the teen or with any of the other witches but her, any time that would happen she would turn to look at Rio to lift her hands and point at you to make her see you did not want to talk to her, Rio would always place her hands in the air and slowly move them downwards as a way of reminding Agatha to calm herself down and not push things too much.

Agatha was in a rush to get to talk to you properly, she felt the need to explain everything to you and tell you her true feelings but you were pushing her away, she couldn´t help but feel desperate.

You wanted to give Agatha time to calm herself, because you still thought she was annoyed, so whenever you noticed she was near you, you decided to give her some space, not knowing what she actually wanted to do, Rio wanted to interfere and get the two of you together so you would have the chance to properly speak, but right where she was about to step up and get the two of you to talk, another house appeared in front of them, and given Alice´s reactions, it was clear the next trial was hers, so all of you entered to the house, getting ready for whatever would come.

Agatha went to talk to you when she noticed the teen and you were around the piano with Alice, the three of you were laughing while Alice told you the different keys of the huge instrument.

“I would have loved to learn how to play piano or any type of instrument when I was a kid, but my parents actually didn’t care about what I liked, I remember I liked to draw with crayons and pencil colors but when I asked them to buy me some coloring books or some pencils they would always tell me it was a waste of money and time, then I just grew up and kind of lost interest in certain things” You said while touching softly the keys just softly enough to feel the cold keys without pressing hard into them to make them sound, you had not seen the way Alice and the teen shared a sad look.

“I can teach you to play when we get out of this” Alice commented while looking at you with a big smile on her face, her heart ache for you.

“That would be awesome isn’t it awesome? You can also come to my place and I can show you everything I have, I’m pretty sure you are going to like my movie collection, remember you told me you loved watching movies” The teen said after he listened to Alice’s offer, he wanted to make sure you knew that after all this finished, and all of you completed everything you still would have friends with you.

Your heart couldn’t be filled with so much more love, it felt nice to be wanted to share things with people you liked, it was nice to be felt included, it was amazing to feel wanted and cared enough for people to invite you to do things with them.

Agatha slowly got closer to you and cleared her throat not to scare you.

“Hey can you-“ She had not even finished her sentence when you quickly turned around and started to walk away.

“Yeah, I will make sure not to get in your way” You said out loud and walked towards the corner of the room leaving Agatha shocked and with her mouth open.

“That’s not what I meant” Agatha said softly looking at Alice and the teen, they didn’t say anything and then Rio appeared behind Agatha brushing her shoulders softly.

“Can you tell y/n that she doesn’t have to actually do anything? I don’t want her to get hurt” Agatha told her not minding if Alice and the teen heard what she was saying, the pair only looked at each other confused.

“Will do, don’t worry, go prepare yourself to show off, she likes your clothes by the way, she was looking at you through the mirror” Rio winked at her and walked off to meet you, her last comment made Agatha smile and took a look at her clothes.

“You know she only wants to make sure you’re safe, right?” You heard Rio talking behind you and you decided to turn yourself around to face her, taking a look at the witches in the middle of the room, Agatha was making sure the microphone was to her level, making you smile slightly.

“Sometimes it doesn’t feel like that” You replied to her looking at the floor, she shook her head and slowly put her hand on your chin, lifting your face to look thoroughly your expression.

“Agatha is a complicated woman, I used to be with her, and she has always been like this, it’s her own way to cope with things, I know it’s not the best way, but if you let her explain herself, everything will make sense, alright?” The woman in front of you sounded sincere, and the way she caressed the skin on your face comforted you in the same way Agatha had made you feel when she was under Wanda’s spell.

You leant into her touch, enjoying the feeling she was providing you; you closed your eyes enjoying the moment.

“You are so beautiful” Rio said in a whisper, you opened your eyes to look at her, feeling your face getting warmer.

“Thank you, you are really beautiful as well” Rio smiled at you making your heart leap.

You could have sworn you have seen her before, but you were not sure where or if it was possible.

“I know you love flowers; it is amazing how you care for the garden you have on Agatha’s garden, making sure they are always watered”

You were surprised, how did she even know that?

“I know it’s weird, but I hope this doesn’t scare you off, but I’ve been looking after you and Agatha, well, maybe a little bit more after you, Agatha has been having you looking after her during these past three years, I wanted to make sure you were also fine, we both know Agatha can take care of herself but is never that bad to make sure she’s fine like you have been doing, right?” Rio took your hand in hers and brought your hand to her lips to press a soft kiss to your knuckles, making you nervous.

“Careful Agatha, she’s stealing your wife” Jenn commented loud enough for her to be the only one to hear, Agatha pursed her lips together and sent you a look.

Rio was talking to you in the corner of the room, she was playing with your hair and you were playfully pushing her hand away, the two of you were laughing and even if the brown-eyed woman and her had already talked about what they wanted, which was the same thing, or the same person in this case, she couldn’t help but feel jealous, you had just met Rio hours ago and there you were touching her playfully?

What made her feel more jealous was when she saw the way Rio gave you one of the flowers hanging around her hair and gave it you, you didn’t think twice to take it in your hands.

“Rio, care to join us? We have to hurry” Agatha called out loud with her hands pointing at the instruments.

Rio winked at you and brushed slowly her hand on your hand.

“We can keep talking later love” The pet-name had made you blush and you only nodded trying to hide your smile while caressing slowly the petals of the flower Rio had given to you.

Rio came towards all of the other witches who already had an instrument in their hands and Agatha quickly took Rio’s shoulder, stopping her from walking past her.

“I told you to only let her know to stay away, not to go and flirt shamelessly with her in front of us” Agatha hissed to her, trying not to yell and Rio couldn’t help but laugh.

“Calm down, we already talked, we have to make her feel safe, that’s what I’m doing” Rio tried to reason with the blue-eyed witch.

“She’s is not only yours” Agatha said again warning the brown-eyed woman.

“Then we better hurry so you can let her know you want her to be yours as well, right?” Rio replied back with her eyes wide opened and a big smile on her face, Agatha only sighed and let her walk towards her instrument.

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It happened so fast that you didn’t even get the chance to cover your face or turned around, but it was too late, the next thing you knew you were being carried and you felt the hot and thick liquid coming out from several parts of your body, and the different cuts all over your face made you feel more pain.

All they had heard was the sound of something about to crack, and after they had the chance to do something the glass in front of you shattered into millions of pieces, everyone out of instinct covered themselves but when Agatha realized you had been the one too close to the glass her heart started to beat faster, turning around quickly she saw you were about to fall to the floor completely unconscious, so she ran as fast as she could catching you in the process.

“Please we need to help her, she’s bleeding so much” Agatha screamed completely terrified, she had tried to protect you and she hadn’t even been able to do that.

Yes, they had passed the trial, but that didn’t make them feel happy nor excited, everyone was completely worried about you but the way Agatha seemed to be so desperate trying to stop the bleeding and the tears falling from her face showed how scared she was.

Agatha was passing her hand through her hair nervously not knowing what to do, she felt useless, completely useless.

“Please we have to do something, she’s not responding!” Agatha yelled completely desperate looking at the other witches.

They placed you on the floor carefully, Agatha quickly started to look for any more wounds and when she saw a big spot of blood that had formed on you abdomen it made her cry harder, she carefully lifted the shirt to see the wound and what she saw made her gasp as well as the other witches who were looking horrified the scene in front of them.

“Let me try something” Jenn quickly made something with the water on the little pools on the floor, and started to say something in Latin, Agatha was trembling with fear, without her powers she was not even able to heal you.

Rio came to stand next to her to take her hand in hers to give her some kind of comfort, the brown-eyed woman was trying really hard not to shed any tears, trying to be strong for Agatha.

The teen had his hands in his head, not wanting to look at the amount of blood coming from you, he was so scared for you and started to walk in circles due to his nervousness.

Jenn came back to your body and kneeled to try and pour the water onto your wound, she carefully removed the big piece of glass stuck in your skin and Agatha couldn’t stand the sight, her eyes were completely red, her hands shaking out of fear.

“There is so much blood! Are you sure that’s going to help?!” Alice suddenly asked not sure if she should get closer or give you space, Lilia had kneeled next to you, caressing your hair and with tears in her eyes.

Agatha hoped that whatever Jen was pouring into your wound would stop the bleeding but even after the water was poured completely on you, the blood didn’t stop from coming out of the wound in your stomach.

“It’s not working! Jen why is not working!?” Agatha yelled scared and confused, she kneeled down as well trying to see if maybe her powers were back, but they had not come back to her.

“Damn it!” The blue-eyed woman didn’t know what to do, she had wanted to apply pressure into your wound but was afraid of making everything worse, she didn’t know what to do for once in her life.

“We have to do something, she’s still bleeding!” The teen came running towards you.

“Agatha, we have to do something if we don’t stop the bleeding she will die!” Everyone felt a pang of fear and pain when they heard the teen saying that.

“No, no she won’t die!” Agatha took your face into her hands, softly caressing the spots that were free off any wounds.

All of the witches were crying at this point, how could it be possible that out of all of them you had been the one to get hurt?

“Please doll, you can’t die, you can’t leave me, I don’t want you to leave, I love you, we still haven’t talked! I still have to let you know everything, I love you please you can’t leave me” The way Agatha was talking to you and pleading for you not to leave her was a shattering their hearts.

Rio couldn’t stand the sight, you were in fact dying, she removed slowly from Agatha and the blue-eyed witch panicked.

“No, no, no please, don’t take her, it’s not fair! Please I beg you not to take her, please my love you can’t take her” Rio’s heart was breaking into millions of pieces, the way Agatha was suffering, the way she would suffer even more if you died, the way Rio would also suffer from your loss, everyone here would suffer horribly if you died, Rio knew it was not fair, it was not fair that you had to die like that, an innocent, Rio knew she had a job, her job was sacred, but would she be able to break the rules for you and Agatha? She hadn’t got the time to speak properly with you, to show you how she truly cared about you, all these years looking after Agatha and you had made her fall for you as well, the way your smile was so sweet and contagious, the way you would always try to hide your face when you were feeling nervous, she couldn’t bring herself to take you with her and never see you again.

The other witches were completely confused, why was Agatha pleading to her not to take you? They were not understanding until Rio’s face showed for a second her true image making everyone gasp in fear.

“I can’t interfere Agatha, I am the natural order, I should never stop the natural order of things” Rio’s voice was deep, and Agatha’s sobs were becoming louder.

“Why is it always an innocent the one which has to pay for the bad things?” Lilia asked out loud caressing softly your hair making sure not to hurt you more.

Rio slowly pressed her hand on the deep wound on your stomach and when she took her hand off, the blood had stopped coming, the gash on your skin was not there anymore, and your breathing became normal.

“You saved her” Agatha’s eyes were full of tears, the hot streams of tears still falling down her face, but at the sight of your abdomen with no more blood coming and with no trace of the wound, she finally felt she could breathe, Rio only nodded and quickly wiped the single tear that had fallen down her face.

“I couldn’t bring myself to hurt the two women I love” She whispered.

“I will make sure nothing ever happens to her, right now we have to make sure she rests for a while, I can take care of the other small wounds that she has all over her face and hands, we have to move her to a place where she can rest” Everyone nodded when Rio finished talking, and Agatha and her made sure to take carefully your body to carry you on their arms.

The teen who has the first to compose himself to make himself useful started to gather as many leaves as he could, he started to take many with him from the ground, Alice who quickly understood what he was doing started to do the same.

“Where are you going to put her?” The teen asked when he came next to Agatha and Rio who had you in their arms.

“Over there, thank you” Rio said calmly, she knew you were safe.

Alice and the teen gathered as many leaves as they could and put them where Rio had pointed at, in a spot where the path had some different flowers and a tall tree in the middle, Alice and the teen made sure the leaves they had collected were enough and made sure if was comfortable enough, Agatha and Rio placed you on there carefully, making sure they would not hurt you more.

After they placed you on the leaves Agatha stood up and quickly took her coat off, placing it over your body and making sure you were covered, Lilia came walking to stand next to the two witches and did the same as Agatha, she carefully took her sweater off and kneeled next to you to place it over your body, making sure the two pieces of clothes that belonged to her and Agatha were covering you fully, Agatha felt very touched seeing how everyone also cared about you, and she reminded herself to thank them for that.

Alice noticed the way your head was placed in a weird way so she took her jacket off and moved closer to you, folding her jacket carefully to shape it like a pillow, but noticed the way the zipper had not been carefully hidden so it would not hurt you, Jenn came next to her.

“Let me try” Jenn stretched her hands out and Alice handed the jacket to her, Jennifer carefully folded in a way the zipper would not hurt your head, and handed it back to Alice, the protection witch carefully kneeled and Rio did the same, the green witch lifted your head slowly and Alice placed her folded jacket under your head, finally your head was not in a strange position and you seemed to be comfortable enough.

“Thank you” Agatha said looking at the witches that stood in front of you.

“Thank you for taking care of her, for making sure she´s alright, I will always be in debt with you” Agatha said again with tears forming in her eyes again.

All of the witches were surprised because this had been the first time, they were seeing Agatha being vulnerable.

“We didn´t do anything” Jenn said while looking at you, she still felt bad for not being able to actually do something to heal you.

“Your potion didn´t work, because she was not supposed to be healed, it was not you, your potion worked perfectly fine, you saved Sharon, but this was something different” Agatha said looking at Jenn straight into her eyes and then the blue eyed-witch turned her head to look at Rio, giving her a smile, Rio smiled back at her, knowing exactly that what Agatha had said was true, the potion´s witch was not able to heal you because you were not supposed to be saved.

“I mean, thank you for being with her, I know you may not have known her that much, but seeing you making sure she was fine and letting her walk next to you when she did not want to be near me, make me feel relieved that at least she had someone looking after her” Agatha said sincerely.

“That girl is a gift, a wonderful young woman who deserves every single good thing, and we are going to be with her until we can and until life allows us to” Lilia said with a soft tone all while looking at Rio, Rio nodded at her softly, as a way of thanking her.

“We will leave you to take care of her, we are sure you have too many things to talk about and talk to her when she wakes up, we will be waiting for you to come back with her, alright?” Lilia commented again and Alice, Jenn and the teen nodded, the Sicilian witch was right, they needed to leave the three of you alone and give you time to talk, Alice and the teen were the first ones to start walking back to the spot where the door had been, the two of them smiled at Rio and Agatha, Jenn was the second to leave, sighing deeply and Lilia stopped next to Agatha to grab her hand in hers.

“Make sure she recovers well, and Agatha please stop making her suffer, I know you are suffering as well, so I hope when she wakes up, you will talk to he properly and I hope you say sorry to her” Lilia was looking straight at the blue-eyed witch and Agatha nodded.

“I will do it, thank you for talking to her, she seemed more relaxed after your talk, so I am really grateful for that” Lillia´s face softened and she patted Agatha´s shoulder, she knew Agatha would do the right thing, so she left to join the rest of the coven where they had left, leaving Agatha and Rio standing next to each other.

Rio took Agatha´s hand in hers and the two of them sat net to you on the ground, the blue-eyed witch took your hand in hers caressing the back of your hand and Rio caressed your forehead softly, healing the wounds you had and making sure they all disappeared.

They were not sure how much time had passed but they felt you started to move slowly and Rio and Agatha quickly went to help you to sit down on the spot you had been placed.

“How are you feeling doll?” Agatha asked you while she quickly went to grab your face with her hands, there was no trace of blood nor any wounds on your beautiful place, and she felt relieved that you seemed to be relaxed and not in pain, seeing you with your eyes opened was the most beautiful thing, she had been so scared to lose you, she would never forget how much she had feared for your life, she would go absolutely mad if she lost you for real.

Your first reaction was to blink several times, were you dreaming? Why did Agatha look so worried? And most important why was she touching your face with so much softness? Rio noticed your confused expression and giggled gently, she came to sit next to you, her shoulder touching yours and one of her hands went to hugged you by your waist, making you feel your face getting warmer.

Agatha couldn´t help herself and quickly leant to pressed a soft and quick kiss to your lips, it had been so out of nowhere and of course you had not expected her to do that, but it made your heart beat so fast, that it made you afraid it was going to get out of your ribcage with the force it was beating.

“You almost died, I almost lost you, we almost lost you darling!” Agatha´s eyes started to fill with tears again, the memory making her body tremble again and of course you worried, you took her hands from your face and brought them to your chest.

“But I am here” You said softly trying to give her some comfort.

Agatha and Rio couldn´t believe how sweet you were, you were trying to comfort the blue-eyed witch even though you had just passed through something as traumatic as almost dying.

Agatha chuckled softly and brought your hands to her lips, giving a kiss to the back of your hands, and placing them close to her face to feel the warmth emanating from your soft hands, she was so happy to know you were fine, to know you were there alive and that she was able to feel you.

“I am so happy that you´re here, and it is because of Rio, she saved you, she was the only one who was able to heal you and made you stay here with us, oh love, there was so much blood, seeing you with your eyes completely closed and not responding almost made my heart stop, I was not able to do anything, I don´t have powers, I was not able to protect you, I was so scared since the moment I heard you were coming with us, I didn´t want that anything happened to you, I tried to protect you and none of it worked, you ended up getting hurt” Agatha was crying, the tears were falling from her face and you quickly wiped the tears of her face, you hugged her and she returned the hug, her arms embraced your waist softly and Rio´s hand started to caress your back up and down.

After some minutes that you were sure Agatha had calmed down a little you separated yourself from her and looked straight into her eyes.

“It´s alright Agatha, I really appreciate that you are being finally honest with me, that you let me see this part of you, that you are letting me see the real you, I love you, and I have loved you since I started to share my life with you playing your “wife”” Agatha felt her face getting warmer and you laughed at her blushing face, Agatha really liked when it was mentioned you were her “wife” she had in mind to actually get you to be her real wife but first she wanted to mend things and pass more time with you before finally popping the question, she also was aware of the fact that Rio would start passing more and more time with you and her, so she wanted to talk properly about that with the brown-eyed witch.

“I love you so much as well, everything I have done, every lie I have told you, every mean action and comment I have done to you has been awful, I will never forgive myself for al the time I have treated you like that, I am so sorry for yelling at you, you didn´t deserve any of that, you deserve to have everything, to be treated like a queen, because that is what you are to me, please I hope you can forgive for what I have done, I don´t want to lose you, I want you to stay with me, because I love you, I know there is no excuse for everything I made you pass through, but I was scared, I was scared of my own feelings, every time I looked at you and the way you always smile, it made me fear and doubt my own feelings, you made me feel what I had not felt in centuries, and I was scared to actually face my true feelings towards you, but please, if you give me a chance I will make it up to you, I will never hurt you again” You were so touched by her words, she was being honest, and the best part was that she returned your feelings, this day could not be better, the woman you had fallen for was saying to you that she also loved you!

You had started to cry and felt another hand caressing you back as well, you gave another soft kiss to Agatha and smiled at her after separating a little from her.

“Thank you, Agatha, you really make me happy, I forgive you for everything I really love you so deeply, and I don´t hold any type of grudges against you, it makes me happy to know you feel the same way I do, so of course I will stay with you, I am not going anywhere” Agatha had a huge smile on her face, her heart was full of love for you, and she would make sure this time she show you how she truly felt about you.

You slowly turned your face to look at Rio and saw the loving expression she had on your face, Agatha patted you softly and pushed you gently to turn yourself around to face Rio.

The brown-eyed witch took your hands in hers and started to caress the palm of your hands, tickling you a little.

“Thank you, Rio, for saving my life, I will always have a debt with you, how can I show you how grateful I am?” You said to her with a soft tone, giving her a big smile and feeling your heart leaping, Rio looked at you without saying anything for a couple of minutes, her right hand with her long black fingernails came to your face to caress your cheek and then she placed her hand on your neck, caressing your skin slowly.

“If you give me as many kisses for as long as I live, you will never own me anything” Rio responded with a flirty tone, her eyes watching your lips for a second.

“Don´t worry about Agatha, we already talked, she is not the only one who will have you all to herself” Rio winked at you and Agatha rolled her eyes playfully, of course she would say something like that.

“You can start paying me now” Rio whispered, her face getting closer to you, you leant into her and pressed your lips on hers, it started as nice gentle kiss and Rio took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, Agatha noticed that and pursed her lips a little, did she really have to do it now that you were having a deep talk with them? Deep down she felt a little bit jealous, she had also wanted to kiss you like that.

“Hey, hey, that´s too much, c´mon ladies” Agatha said out loud and you separated yourself slowly from Rio´s lips, your face completely red, Rio had a satisfied look on her face, the brown-eyed witch looked at Agatha and on purpose licked her lips, making Agatha shook her head.

The blue-eyed witch got closer to you, sitting right behind you, she passed her arms around your waist pulling you closer to her and pressing her chin on your shoulder after giving a soft kiss to your temple, feeling content for having you there with her, Rio took your hands again in hers and gave them a squeeze, she also couldn’t hide how happy she was feeling, after all, she was finally able to touch you and look at you closer, it had been what she had wanted to do during those three years of only watching you from afar.

You were happy, you not only had the woman whom you had fallen in love first hugging you with her strong grip around you, listening to her breathing, you also had an amazing woman in front of you who also took your breath away, her flirty nature made her so confident, apart from the fact that she was as beautiful as Agatha and had a deadly stare, you felt happy, even if you almost died, everything had been worth it, you didn’t feel as if loving her was ruining your life anymore, it was making you feel finally complete, you felt loved and that was what mattered, not only you had two women who cared for you romantically, but you also finally had found your coven even if you were not a witch, they had treated you like if you had been really important to them, and couldn´t wait to see them again to thank them for that.

Agatha knew Rio had been right, love didn’t have to make any one of you suffer, not even her, and was grateful that Rio had made her re-think what she was doing, thanks to her, she was right there, hugging you, feeling you close, and Agatha couldn´t be happier, she knew she would have time to spend it with you and also with Rio of course, nothing would take her happiness away, and she would make sure to protect you for real and always have you close to her.

Rio was happy, more than happy, she wouldn´t let anything happen to you, and of course would make sure Agatha would be fine, she would make sure to have an eye on you, and would make sure that Agatha didn´t repeat the same mistakes, Rio wouldn´t let that anything happen to you, she would still have to explain to you why sometimes she had to disappear from time to time, and would explain to you who she really was, she would make sure not to scare you, she know it was something really important to talk about, but right now, she felt content, caressing your hair and putting flowers to decorate your beautiful hair, many different back flowers were adorning your soft hair, Rio was making sure that they would not fall, she was going to enjoy you as much as she could right now, she would have more time to speak properly to you later, right now, she knew she had to make sure nothing happen to any of you to get you safe and out of this place.

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October 28 - Forced Intox

pairing: Mob boss!WandaNat x sub!Reader

summary: You drink, and keep drinking. All courtesy of your girlfriends, of course. They have some fun with you, and you just bask in the feeling of being utterly drunk while they command your body however they please.

content warnings: reader has a penis, alcohol, very dubious consent, cunnilingus

word count: 1.4k+

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A/N: Any scene or kink with dubious consent should be discussed before actually participating in the kink or scene.

People. All you could see, feel, or touch were people. They were packed in around you as soon as you entered the door, the low lighting of the club causing you to squint your eyes as you tried to focus.

Fuck, you shouldn’t have used the main entrance.

You can barely see, the scent of alcohol and weed hitting you as music thrums strongly in the air. The floor is slightly sticky, and you grimace as you make your way towards the second floor, where you were meeting your girlfriends.

They took good care of you, truly. But the only thing you hated about their job was the ridiculously lavish and crowded parties they threw. You understood why they threw them, of course, but you still didn’t like them.

“Right this way,” a man says, and you turn to see one of the security team next to you. You feel your body relax as relief floods you, your girlfriends only employed the best and most trusted individuals they knew. The training process alone only let the most qualified candidates through, so you allowed the man to gently grab your elbow as a team of security surrounded you.

Slowly, you made your way towards the staircase, avoiding the stumbling drunk people around you. God, you needed a shot, it was stifling to be in this environment sober.

As you ascend the stairs, you search for the signature hair color of your girlfriends. Wanda liked her hair more auburn, while Natasha preferred a darker red, and you smiled when you saw them next to each other, engaged in a conversation.

“Thank you,” you murmured, the team of security dispersing as the man gently led you over to where your girlfriends were waiting.

Two pairs of green eyes meet yours, and you smile as they turn their full attention to you. God, you’d been looking forward to seeing them all day. The only thing you wanted was their hands around you and a beer to sip on.

“Darling,” Wanda greets you, pulling you in by the belt and kissing you firmly. You feel yourself harden slightly at the action, and you know that she can feel it as she presses her body against you.

“Nice of you to finally join us,” Natasha says, and you feel Wanda break the kiss to chuckle against your neck, her hands hot around your waist. You smile at her, your hand reaching past Wanda to bring her in for a slight hug.

“Missed you.” The words are whispered, but your girlfriends hear them.

Natasha smirks, pulling away slightly to wave her hand at someone you can’t see. Wanda remains wrapped around you, her hands grabbing your waist tightly as she kisses your neck. You hold her, your body relaxing as you watch a bartender hand Natasha a tray.

Smiling, you take in the three shots and your favorite beer on the tray.

“Vodka,” Natasha says, gently touching Wanda’s shoulder and pulling her away from you.

“Are we taking these together?”

Wanda laughs at your question, holding one of the shots as Natasha holds the other two. You smile as you take the offered shot, confusion growing when Wanda simply looks at you, tilting her head as she glances at the shot in your hand.

“No,” Natasha says, moving closer to wrap her hand around the back of your neck. It’s possessive, and you feel yourself grow even harder, your hands moving to cover your bulge slightly. “These are all for you, pet.”

Your eyes widen at the name, and you feel Wanda’s hand on yours. She moves the shot towards your lips, leaning in to whisper in your ear.

“Be good for us, darling. Take the shot, we want you fuzzy tonight.”

At her command, you take the shot. Before you can set the glass down, Natasha is pressing the next one in your hand, her eyes dark as she watches you gulp it down.

“Oh, fuck,” you mutter, wiping your lips. Vodka burns, your throat feeling warm as Wanda presses the final shot into your hand.

“Come on, pet,” Natasha says, smirking at you as she opens your beer for you. “One more shot, you know you want it.”

Well, you can’t argue with that logic. You feel yourself twitching in your pants at her commanding tone, and down the shot while ignoring the way Wanda glances down at your crotch.

“Good job,” Wanda murmurs, her lips returning to your neck.

You accept the beer that Natasha gives you, wrapping your fingers around the cold bottle as you feel your face heat up from the alcohol. The room is already growing hazier, and you feel yourself relax as a grin spreads on your face.

Without protest, you allow yourself to be pulled into the VIP section of the club, the atmosphere quieter but no less intense than the general club area.

At some point, you find yourself on a couch. Natasha and Wanda are next to you, her hands wandering as you groan and feel yourself grow harder. They don’t seem to mind, Wanda’s leg thrown over yours as her thigh presses lightly against your bulge.

It’s pleasant, the room blurry as your eyes begin to glaze over. Your head is fuzzy, and your ears ring slightly as another bottle is placed in your hands. How many drinks have you had now?

You can’t remember, but Wanda’s fingers are tipping the bottle against your lips and you swallow, blushing at the praises that drop from Natasha’s lips as you do. There are hands all over you, and you can feel yourself straining in your boxers, your need obvious to everyone in the room.

“Don’t be embarrassed, pet,” Natasha says, her voice playful as you turn to look at her with bleary eyes. Your face is flushed, your lips parted slightly as she presses another shot into your hands. “This is what you wanted, remember?”

Of course you wanted this. That’s right, Natasha would never lie to you.

“Keep drinking,” Wanda mumbles, her hand guiding yours as you down the shot, grimacing at the taste and sipping your beer to mask the burn. You can feel yourself slipping further, the edges of your vision fading as you bask in the attention and closeness of your two favorite people.

At some point, you confess your love to them both. You barely remember it, your words quiet and your eyes shining as Wanda giggles while Natasha smiles at you and places another beer in your hand. Your tongue doesn’t even process the taste anymore, but you somehow manage to keep drinking.

By the end of the night, you’ve been pulled into a dark room. You think it’s an office of some sort, most likely Wanda’s. It’s hard to tell though, as you’re focused on how fuzzy and pliant you feel, your body pressed against the couch cushions while Natasha and Wanda shower you with affection. Wanda is on top of you, kissing you softly as you moan into her mouth, her lips tasting like cherries and vodka. Natasha is near your waist, her mouth eagerly sucking on your hard length, pleasure thrumming through your veins.

You barely register your orgasm, the pleasure blurring and mixing with the weightless feeling in your limbs, your mind fuzzy as you buck your hips and bask in the feeling of Wanda’s mouth moving against yours. You remember moaning, your eyes closing slightly as the room begins to sway and spin.

Fuck. Wanda is on top of you, fucking herself on your hard length. You can smell her arousal as she does, Natasha’s fingers resting in your mouth as you suck on them. You moan at the feeling of Natasha’s lips against your neck, your hips pinned to the couch by Wanda’s thighs as she grabs your waist for support and grinds with your cock inside her.

It’s perfect, and you let the pleasure consume you.

The next thing you remember is Natasha pouring another shot into your mouth, your eyes blurry as you try and focus on something. Somebody is saying something, but you can’t quite hear it, the ringing in your ears too loud.

Pleasure.

Your throat burns, your cock hard and tired at the same time. Someone’s arousal is smeared on your lips, and you smile stupidly. A shower? You’re nude, being held up by strong arms as a heavily accented voice speaks to you. Not that you can understand it, but you nod along anyway.

It’s perfect, and exactly what you need. It’s everything you asked for.

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You wake up the next morning, your head pounding as you snuggle more into the two warm bodies wrapped around you. Your voice is weak as you thank them, a wave of tiredness washing over you as Wanda’s fingers card through your hair. Natasha praises you, her voice low and her hands strong as they rub your back.

You wouldn’t trade this for anything.

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 4 months ago

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I've Got You Under My Skin 2

Warnings: non/dubcon, marital troubles, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Steve Rogers

Summary: your husband is a very demanding man.

Note: I can't help myself with the super soldiers.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

The doorbell rings and you flinch. You pop your head up as Steve keeps his heavy arm across you. You wriggle and check the time on the small clock on his side of the bed.

"Shoot!" You struggle to break free of him. "I forgot!"

"Forgot," he turns onto his side, keeping his hand on your hip. "What's going on?"

"I invited the girls over for movie night!"

"Movie night?" He echoes.

"Yes," you move his hand off of you, your chest bouncing as you hop out of bed. "We rented Nosferatu! I'm too afraid to watch it alone so..."

"You coulda waited for me," he sits up and shakes out his matted hair.

"I know but... oh, Bucky's wife can't make it. She's working on her comic," you explain as you search for your bra. The doorbell goes again.

"You didn't tell me you were having them over."

"I forgot."

"But you planned it... you could've said something when I called the other day." He scolds.

You know how he is about the house. He's so overly cautious, he would've seen them on the security app anyhow. Plus, they're his friends as much as yours.

"It's just Wanda and Nat," you say. He stares at you unflinching. "I'm sorry, Stevie--"

"Don't Stevie me with those kitten eyes," he warns as he sits up and wags his finger. "I just... like to know."

"I know," you look at your toes. "I won't do it again."

"Mm," he hums, obviously not happy. You hurry to pull on a fresh dress, not creased or stained by his suddenness. You pull you a pair of panties and he sighs, "really?"

"Steve, the girls are here."

"So what?" He tilts his head and smirks, "kinda hot thinking of you hanging out with nothing underneath. Just waiting til they're gone so you can get back on me."

You give a bashful smile, "Stevie."

The doorbell rings several times in quick succession.

"Hurry up," he rolls his eyes. "Nat can never..."

He trails off and you hurry out, trying desperately to tame your mussed appearance. You flit down the stairs, your skirt letting the air flow over your pelvis. You shiver and hurry to the door, opening it up with a smile.

"There you are. We brought wine and you leave us out in the cold," Natasha snips and shoves the bottle at you.

"Sorry, Steve got back early."

"Ew, please, we don't need details," she snickers.

"Vis got back too," Wanda says. "But Tony kept him late. I swear sometimes I think I'm the other woman."

You shake your head and accept the wine.

"As usual, Bucky's not here and ruining it all," Nat sneers. "She'd come if he wasn't such a hard ass."

"I thought she was working," you frown.

"Oh, sweet child," she purrs. "Sometimes I think that's why he chose you, you are too trusting."

"What does that mean?"

"Nothing," Wanda pinches your chin. "You're just precious."

You back up to let them in. You don't argue. You don't like conflict. Not at all. You don't know how Steve does it.

Yet, you're irked. Everyone treats you like a child. You know you're a bit younger than all of them, a bit less experienced, but you're not stupid.

"So, pizza?" Nat asks.

Usually, you'd say no. The grease makes your chest burn and Steve doesn't like all that processed cheese. Unfortunately you didn't have enough time to make the food you were planning on.

"You two go ahead and order. I'll get some snacks ready," you wave them into the living room.

Before Steve got back, you had a plan. You were supposed to add some ambiance; dark scarfs over the lamps, pillows on the floor.... Oh, but you did do one thing.

You take out the medieval looking goblets filled with goodies; black nail polish, edible vampire teeth, red gummies of every flavour. You set them aside and start on the snacks.

Hummus and spinach dip, whole wheat crackers, veggies, and some fruits. You bring it out as Nat and Wanda set up a nest on the floor. Natasha grimaces at the tray.

"Really?"

"Well, you know..."

"We know. Mighty Captain America doesn't allow real American food in his house." Natasha sniffs.

"I got a surprise, wait," you put it down and wave off her chagrin. "One sec."

You go back out to the kitchen and grab the goblets. You bring them out with a proud smile. Wanda oohs and ahs as she nears.

"Adorable," she praises. "Oh, Natty, there's candy."

"Is it vegan? Sugar-free? All organic?"

"It's real," you assure her. "Just for tonight."

"For tonight or just for us?"

"Well, they're... presents."

"Hmm," Nat plucks out a gummy. "You should join in on the fun."

"It's okay, really. I'm not very hungry right now."

"It's one candy," she nears and holds it between her talon-like nails.

"You girls and your vampires," Steve startles you as he appears in the archway. You glance over.

"Whatever, scaredy pants," Nat shoves the candy towards you. "It's girls' night and you're jealous."

"You're stealing my wife. Damn right I'm jealous." He scoffs.

"Mhmm," Nat hums and pushes the candy through your lips. You widen your eyes as she pulls her thumb free. You bite into it and look at Steve. He doesn't look impressed.

"Just try not to get her in any trouble," he says.

"In your living room?" Wanda giggles.

"You two have a way," Steve chides.

"Says Steve Rogers," Nat shakes her head.

"Says her husband," he tisks.

"Fucking Christ," Nat mutters. "Think a vampire would be a better husband."

"I can hear you," he retorts. "Language."

He marches off and you give a guilty look as you chew. You wish they didn't argue so much. You just want to have a nice movie night.

#steve rogers #dark steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #series #drabble #mcu #marvel #captain america #avengers #i've got you under my skin

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fatkish · 3 months ago

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How the different Avengers take care of a sick Omega Reader

The Alphas:

Bucky-

it depends on when you get sick.

If he’s still on the run then he rarely ever leaves the your side. The only time he does is to get food. He’d buy fruits, white bread, white rice, and other easy to digest foods. He’d probably skin and boiled some apples before mashing them up to make applesauce

He definitely doesn’t trust anyone to help his omega. Would definitely feed you by hand and be waiting on you constantly. Barely ever lets you leave your nest

If you’re feeling weak then he’ll help you get around and help you bathe. He’ll cuddle with you and make sure you’re drinking water. He’ll always have a large bowl or bucket nearby in case you puke

If it’s after he reunites with Steve and spends time in Wakanda

He’ll immediately alert whoever, either Friday or someone in Wakanda depending on where you guys are

He’ll allow Bruce or whoever to look you over and give you medicine but he will be hovering around watching

Treats whatever the doctors say as gospel and makes sure to follow it. If you want a food that the doctors didn’t specify say was okay then you’re not getting it

Might let Steve look after you if needed

Loki-

How he goes about caring for his omega depends on whether he’s on earth or Asgard

King. Of. Comfort. Is your nest too small? Don’t worry you can have the entire floor if necessary. Blankets not soft enough? He’s getting you the most luxurious and soft blankets ever. Lights too bright? He’s about to fight the fucking sun. There is nothing this man won’t do for his omega

Would personally oversee the chefs who make your meals by using a clone if you’re on Asgard. If you’re on earth then he’s constantly backseat driving while either Bruce, Wanda or Pepper cook for you. They’re the only people he trusts to not poison you accidentally

He would cook your food himself but he wants the best for you and his cooking isn’t. Also, he doesn’t want to leave your side while you’re not feeling well

If you have to take medicine that you don’t like then he’s going to find a way to get it in you. Doesn’t matter the method, if you need this medicine you’re getting this medicine even if he has to trick you or seduce you

If you’re sore or tired and need a bath then he’s more than happy to help. He’ll carefully wash your hair and skin, making sure not to get soap in your eyes. He’s careful not to jostle you too much in case you’re feeling queasy

If you’re having trouble keeping things down then he’ll hold your hair back and sit with you by the toilet. If you’re crying from the constant vomiting then he’ll rub your back and softly sing to you to comfort you

If your nest doesn’t feel right then he’ll gladly be your proxy and build your nest for you as you tell him where to put things. It doesn’t matter how many times he has to repeat the process, as long as you’re comfortable

If you’re just an overall emotional mess then he’ll be more than happy to comfort you in your time of need. If you’re just so sick of feeling sick he might put a sleep spell on you so you don’t have to suffer, he’ll watch over you and make sure you come out feeling better

Thor-

Giant. Puppy. Energy. He will cuddle with you, bring you food, watch tv with you. Whatever makes you feel better, he’s down for it

You want to snuggle and have skin to skin contact? Move over, he’s already lost his clothes and doesn’t mind snuggling. You’re self conscious because you’re sweaty, your hair is a mess, you look like shit? He only sees the most beautiful omega ever and he’s more than happy to prove it to you

Whatever food you need he’s gonna get. If he has to fly across the world just to get these one chips you like only to return and you throw up after eating them, he doesn’t care. As long as it’s to help you, he’ll do whatever he needs to

You want to steal his cape and use it in your nest? He already put it there. The world needs saving, eh, there’s always tomorrow, right now his omega needs him

If you’re fussy and a pain when your sick, he doesn’t mind, you don’t feel well so he’s happy to let you do whatever you need to make you feel better

He’ll tell you stories about his childhood and his adventures as you lay your head on his chest and try to rest

He’ll bring you the fluffiest blankets for your nest and help you build it too, all he wants is for his omega to get better

Steve Rodgers-

Having spent over a decade being sick in the past, he’s no stranger to being ill. He might not be an omega anymore but he knows and remembers what helped him

He’ll make old family recipes just for you, he’ll use everything he remembers from being sick. Cold damp towel on your forehead to help ease the fever, warm blankets and easy to digest meals

He’s more than happy to feed you if you need it. If you can’t keep things down then he’s already got the puke bucket ready for you by your side

If nothing works then he’s happy to do some research even if he struggles with it

Will gladly let Bruce look you over and give you a checkup. If you need medicine and you hate the way it tastes he’ll use every trick in the book to get you to take the medicine. Afterwards he’ll give you praise and lots of snuggles

He’ll help you bathe but he’ll definitely be shy about it. He has to clean your crotch and chest? His face is red as he looks away but he’s gentle and thorough making sure you get clean

If you have an accident like throwing up on yourself because you couldn’t reach the bucket or the toilet fast enough and your embarrassed, he’ll smile softly and reassure you that whatever you did, he’s probably done at least twice. He’ll even tell you embarrassing stories about himself and have Bucky join in if it makes you feel better

Bruce/Hulk-

There’s only one thing these two can agree on and it’s that they love/care about you

The moment Bruce realizes you’re sick, he goes full mother hen mode. Partially because he himself is an omega, but also because it’s the doctor in him. He brings you to his lab or he brings his equipment to you and does whatever tests he needs

Hulk will be yelling at him in his head the entire time to let him out so he can take care of you while Bruce does his check up on you

Bruce somehow manages to convince Hulk to let him run the tests so he can make sure your condition is nothing serious. Once they both know that it’s just the flu and you won’t die or need some exotic/fancy treatment then Bruce relents and allows Hulk to care for you

Hulk is definitely a cuddler, he climbs into your nest and lets you use him as a bed. He’s got his arms around you and holds you keeping you warm. C’mon, the guys practically a giant gamma powered heater

Hulk will wrap you up in a blanket burrito and purr to you, Hulk can be surprisingly soothing and he holds nothing back, he knows he can’t smash the germs making you sick, so he provides moral support while your body fights

Hulk listens to Bruce’s instructions on how to care for you and make you food. If his form is too inconvenient then he’ll let Bruce handle the intricate things like cooking or getting your medicine

Bruce has a Hulk sized tub so Hulk can bathe, Hulk helps you and is gentle with you as he washes your hair and body. Makes sure you’re nice and dry using his big towel

Hulk gently rubs your back as you puke and holds your hair back. He doesn’t like seeing you so miserable

If you want to watch movies then Hulk will cuddle with you even if you fall asleep and he hates the movie, anything for his omega

The Betas:

Scott Lang-

This sweet baby is immediately on his feet and worried for you

He might not be an alpha but that has nothing to do with how much he loves/cares for you

This lovable goofball is running around like a chicken with his head cut off at the first sign of the sniffles

Will definitely get the ants to help clean the house and make sure to sanitize everything so that the germs are gone

If you’re puking then he’ll braid your hair and put it in a bun so it’s out of the way, he has a daughter so his papa instincts are in full swing

He helps you get in and out of your nest, bringing you whatever you need and making sure you’re warm and cozy

If you’re feeling down or tired of being sick then he’s more than happy to cheer you up. Cue the magic tricks and playing rockband with the ants

He’s more than happy to cuddle with you if it makes you feel better, anything for you

He doesn’t mind if your nose is stuffed or runny, he’s got plenty of tissues and even makes a game of seeing how many he can throw in the trash from afar

Tony Stark-

Now he knows he’s not the best with caring for sick people but as the team’s omega, which he personally recruited, he takes his job seriously

He’ll have Bruce look you over and make sure it’s just the flu before making sure that you have everything you need

If you specifically want him to snuggle with you then move over, he’s snuggling but your watching a movie too

He’ll have either Jarvis or Friday monitor you so he can ensure that you’re eating and staying hydrated. If you’re puking they’ll alert him so he can make sure you get easy to digest meals

He’ll watch bad movies with you so the both of you can roast the movie. For example: an old sci/fi with terrible visual effects that he’ll keep commenting on. That or you’ll watch YouTube videos of people failing and doing stupid stuff

He’ll gladly order whatever you need no matter how ridiculous, if a dozen dancing cacti make you feel better, you’re going to get double

You’re not allowed to move from your nest unless it’s to use the bathroom. He’s very controlling but in a loving sense. You don’t move to get anything, that’s why he’s here, he’ll get what you need so don’t move

He almost becomes like a worried parent, constantly hovering over the line of ‘its just a bruise’ and ‘everyone panic! It’s the return of the plague’. He’s constantly a mix between relaxed and incredibly worried

#tony stark x y/n #Tony stark x omega reader #mcu omegaverse #tony stark x reader #steve rodgers x reader #alpha steve rogers #steve rogers #x omega reader #thor x reader #alpha Thor #loki x reader #alpha Loki #bucky x reader #james buchanan barnes #alpha bucky barnes #scott lang x reader #mcu avengers x reader #bruce banner x reader #hulk x reader

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scarlethexelove · 11 months ago

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Shapeshifting

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Word Count: 1844

Summary: When you are overstimulated, what will you do when the one person you want for comfort isn't around.

Warnings: Reader is overstimulated, Reader can shapeshift into animals, Comfort, Small talk of Hydra and experiments, Fluff, Comfort, Mutual pining, Making out, Naked Reader, Just all around cute

A/n: I had seen a photo yesterday that inspired me to write this and I just had it. On days that Reader feels overwhelmed they shift into a cat as a form of coping. Reader looks for comfort from Wanda, turns into confessing feelings.

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Today is just one of those days. You wake up already feeling overwhelmed, the world is too loud, your clothes feel itchy. It’s all too much for you to handle today. So you do what you always do on these days. You strip down before you transform, your clothes not exactly being able to shrink down with you. Though Tony has made you a suit that forms to whatever form you take it isn’t ideal for you to wear at home and if you're already feeling overstimulated it won’t make it any better. But your body slowly morphed into one of your favorite forms, the one that gives you the most comfort, a small black cat.

You wouldn’t normally thank Hydra for all that they put you through but on days like today it’s nice to have a form of escape. Being a cat is both a comfort to you and the rest of the team. The team quickly learned that this was your escape, you can still mildly communicate with them but you don’t have to actually fully communicate if you don’t want to. Tony has made it to where even FRIDAY knows certain cues from you that will automatically open and close doors for you. You’re always thankful for the understanding and support you get from the team.

You scratch lightly at your door signaling for FRIDAY to open it for you. As the door swings open you scurry out your tail lightly flicking back and forth. You make your way down the hall searching for the one person who gives you the most comfort. Searching all over the compound for Wanda but you can’t find her anywhere. You even went as far as looking in the meeting room. With your head slightly lowered in defeat you head back towards the common area hoping that maybe she just went to the store or something and will be right back.

Clicking on a keyboard alerts you to the fact that someone is already in the common area. Sitting on the couch you can make out the form of your best friend. Natasha sits there slightly hunched as she types fiercely on her keyboard, more than likely working on reports. She’s another person that you feel comfortable with. Having been the one to save you from Hydra’s clutches years before. Finding something that once was broken and helped put you back together. In the process becoming a trusted friend and sister.

“Hey Y/n/n.” Nat chuckles as you headbut her leg. “Feeling out of it today?” She questions you. You meow at her as you jump up on the couch next to her, nudging and rubbing your head against her hand. She opens her hand and you nudge the top of your head against her palm. She smiles as she begins to lightly scratch your head with her nails. It brings you comfort and a sort of peace at the form of affection. You curl up next to Nat in a little ball as she continues to scratch your head and pet you, content on working with her other hand.

Time passes as you drift in and out of sleep. You stretch your legs out as you wake from your little nap, before moving your head and placing it on Nat’s leg looking up at her computer. On the screen you spot Wanda’s name. Maybe Nat knows where she is and why you couldn’t find her. You would have expected to wake up if she had come home. You quickly spring up to Nat’s surprise and swat at her hand to keep her from clicking off the screen. “Hey!” You ignore her as you climb on her lap and get closer to the screen, making sure that you don’t make contact with any of the keys. “Y/n/n what are you doing?” She questions you curiously. You get close enough to where your nose almost touches the screen. You use your nose as a way to point out Wanda’s name on the page. She tries to push you away but you just swat at her again.

Nat doesn’t get what you are doing at first as you continue to nudge lightly at Wanda’s name. But as she realizes that you are trying to point something out to her she peers around your body and reads the spot on the screen. “Wanda?” She questions to make sure she knows what you want. You do a chirp as a confirmation, turning around and sitting staring at her. “Wanda got a last minute mission this morning.” Nat tells you. Disappointment fills you as your ears and tail fall.

It hurts Nat to see how disappointed you are with the fact that Wanda wasn’t around. Everyone knew that you two liked each other, well other you two. Both of you blind to the others' stolen looks and longing expressions. So to see you craving Wanda’s affection on a hard day and her not being there breaks her heart. You so quickly deflate at the realization.

You jump off Nat’s lap and slowly make your way back towards your room. Nat doesn’t call after you, she doesn’t quite know what to tell you. She just hopes that Wanda returns soon. The disappointment weighs you down as you reach your door, scratching at it lightly. FRIDAY opens the door, once inside closing the door behind you. Jumping up on the bed settling in on the decision to take a nap. Curling into a ball on the end of the bed settling in before drifting off to sleep.

A light knock on the door pulls you from your sleep. Your head raises as you listen patiently for who might be at the door. You hear a click as the door creaks open. Wanda’s head pops through her eyes searching for you before spotting you on the bed. She fully opens the door and makes her way in. You jump off the bed letting out an excited chirp. You stretch out before getting to Wanda rubbing up against her legs back and forth. “Hi sweetheart.” She bends down scratching at your head causing you to nuzzle into her hand. She smiles at the gesture. “I heard you were having a rough day and wanted to check on you.” Wanda gives you a soft smile. You meow as you bump your head against her hand.

You stand on your hind legs stretching out and lightly pawing at Wanda’s knees, requesting for her to pick you up. She smiles at you reaching out and lifting you into her arms. She makes her way over to the bed with you as you nuzzle more into her hold. She knows exactly what you need as she lays down on your bed having you beside her. You stretch out next to her as she scratches your head keeping you close to her chest.

Everything starts to melt away. You finally have what you have been searching for today. Wanda can feel as you relax more, the tension melting away. You begin to purr, a soft sound that few get to hear. Wanda is your comfort. The two of you have grown close after she joined the Avengers, bonding over the fact that both of you were experiments for Hydra. She knows your torcher and your terrible past and you know hers. Helping her as she joined the team after the loss of her home and brother. You became the person she seeks out in a time of need and comfort. Neither of you realize that you both want more, but too scared to ruin what you already have. Love and understanding of the other.

As you relax you don’t notice how your body shifts back. Now eye to eye with Wanda. The soft and gentle moment leading you to do something you never expected. Leaning in and joining your lips with hers. Wanda wastes no time returning the action, turning the kiss slow and sentinel. Basking in the feeling of now. Wanda’s hand on your hip as you snake yours up and cup her cheek. It’s all you could have ever hoped for and more.

The need for air becomes apparent as your lungs begin to burn. You pull back just enough, leaning your forehead against Wanda’s. Both of you lightly panting as your breaths mingle in the air between you. “That was…” Wanda pauses. “Wow.” You finish. Neither of you have ever felt a connection like this with another person. “I love you Wanda and not just as a friend, something more.” You mumble terrified of your own feelings but feeling like there is no other time than now to confess. Wanda blushes at your words. “I love you too Y/n/n. I’ve loved you from the moment I met you.” The surreal feeling of mutual love makes your heart swell.

Wanda’s thumb gently rubs against your waist as you calm down a bit. But slowly the realization washes over you. Something neither of you had focused on until now. “Oh fuck! I’m sorry.” Your naked body pressed against her clothed one. You quickly jump out of bed trying your best to cover yourself. Wanda stifles a laugh as you run into your closet. You're exiting the closet in no time now with clothes on. Wanda speaks up when she sees you exiting. “You know you have a really cute butt detka.” Wanda smirks, heat rising to your face and you look down in embarrassment.

“Come here detka.” You look back up and see Wanda reaching out for you. You make your way back over to the bed and before you know it Wanda is pulling you into her body. She wraps her arms tightly around you. You nuzzle your face in her chest, her hands gently scratching up and down your back. The calmness returns to the room as your embarrassment washes away. The room is filled with silence as you listen to Wanda’s heart beating.

“Feeling better?” Wanda asks, breaking the silence in the room. “Mhmm.” You hum. After a beat of silence you pull back a little looking up at Wanda. “What does this mean now?” Your voice is small. Though you both confessed you don’t know where it goes from here. Wanda gives you a reassuring smile. “We can take this however slow you want to. I love you and just want you to be happy.” A blush dusts your cheeks. “I-I want you to be my girlfriend.” You lightly stutter. Wanda smiles and kisses all over your face causing you to giggle. “I would love nothing more.”

You settle back in and nuzzle back into Wanda’s chest. Her nails are still gently scratching at your back. Who would have thought that a day that starts off so overwhelming would finally lead you to confessing your love for Wanda. Becoming one of the happiest days of your life. You’re now with the love of your life and will forever be able to find comfort and support in her arms.

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sunshine-zenith · 4 months ago

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Random thing I’ve been thinking about for months — Cosmo and Wanda’s default disguises actually tell you a lot about the respective series they’re in

So in the original series, Timmy’s problems were external. His parents were super neglectful, his babysitter was abusive, his teacher was intentionally harsh, he struggled in school, and while he had friends, they were all targets of bullying. A real world kid in this situation would, naturally, feel incredibly isolated, with no one to turn to, and, given how he was surrounded by adults who sucked, no reason to turn to any of them anyway. Since Timmy was basically meant to be someone the “average” kid watching could relate to— he was specifically identified as “average” in the theme song— then kids in his situation (backed into a corner with no adults to help) probably would react with some degree of :/ if suddenly a pair of reasonable adults popped up and fixed things for him, because that wasn’t something a kid like him would feel like they could have access to.

(Side note— feel like. C&W do take adult human disguises a few times in the OG series, and ANW states that if they had used that “adult authority” instead of getting up to hijinx, they probably would’ve helped Timmy’s situation change and improve, at least a little)

Plus, Cosmo and Wanda’s default disguises being not just pets, but pets that are famous for “not doing much” is actually pretty genius. Goldfish are famously seen as disposable, cheap, and are often mistreated because “they’ll die soon anyway.” They’re often neglected. They’re given away without a thought. And how many of us have ourselves or had a family member just their corpses down the toilet instead if burying them, without even considering that that’s actually probably not good for your pipes, as if they weren’t part of the family as pets?

While I doubt anyone watching the show as a kid, or even writing for it, thought about this, there’s something poetic about giving the neglected, mistreated kid a famously neglected, mistreated pet, especially when you see how much that kid comes to love and feel loved by said “pets”

Hazel, comparatively, has almost exclusively internal problems — yes she was briefly bullied in her new school, yes she had to face a lot of stressful changes in rapid succession, but she has everything Timmy didn’t: teachers that care, parents that put in effort, friends that stand up for her as much as she stands up for them. She even enters a friend-situationship with the school bully

And yet she still needs Cosmo and Wanda — she gets stuck in her head, she spirals, she’s impulsive. Having loving parents who put an effort into supporting you doesn’t do much when your brain tells you to sneak past them and run away in a city you’ve never been to without a proper plan, especially if they try to give you space to process things and don’t realize you’re gone until hours later

Her problems aren’t actively made worse by the adults/authority figures around her. In fact, she trusts adults, she likes being around them

So… Cosmo and Wanda present themselves as adults when out and about with her. Specifically, while there is basically always a degree of power imbalance between adults and kids, they’re adults that technically have no inherent authority over her. They aren’t her parents or teachers, and they aren’t necessarily acting as her babysitters (they certainly aren’t ever shown being paid to look after her by her parents). They’re the neighbors, an older retired couple with at least one son old enough to live on his own. If, say, Hazel ever got in trouble, she wouldn’t ever be in trouble with them, and they have no legal control over her. If, say, a kid where like Hazel and needed help from an adult, but didn’t feel comfortable going to a guardian or teacher for whatever reason, people like Cosmo and Wanda — trustworthy, experienced adults who live nearby, who she isn’t actually forced to deal with, and who can’t technically legally loophole their way into having a route to continuously abuse their authority like a teacher/guardian/official caretaker could — would be a godsend

(Note — before anyone Um Actuallys, yes, adults that fit this description could still cause harm to a kid. But again, they’re specifically adults she doesn’t have to automatically grant authority to, and therefore can’t necessarily get away with abuse the same way legal guardians or teachers can)

Cosmo and Wanda are basically a backup set of Trustworthy Adults for Hazel to turn to when she doesn’t feel like she can go to her parents or teachers

(Note — this could also be why Peri doesn’t have a Human Disguise: Dev doesn’t have the same trust or faith in adults that Hazel does, and therefore a kid who relates to Dev probably also doesn’t have that trust or faith either. Peri’s default disguise seems to be a pair of headphones— an object that Dev could easily replace if he breaks or loses it and that most people wouldn’t be emotionally attached to. Shoot, Irep’s seems to be a pin — a decoration that’s easily replaced or swapped out, something I know is easy to lose, and like. Raise your hand if you’ve ever accidentally stabbed yourself with one)

There’s been a major cultural shift in stranger danger and attitudes around unattended children over the last 30 years.

When the OG show was coming out, I’m pretty sure Stranger Danger was a rising concern, but a lot of children’s media from around/before that time just had kids wandering around without any adult supervision. Shoot, I remember picking up old copies of Judy Moody or watching old episodes of Arthur, and the main character just walk to the store alone. They buy candy or get ice cream or get haircuts and none of their parents are anywhere to be seen. I know there was still a degree of comfort with kids walking to their friends houses or just being left home alone for a while

Timmy walking around in public, maybe being followed by a pair of pink and green squirrels or carrying colorful pencils but otherwise adultless, probably wouldn’t raise as many eyebrows back then

Nowadays, I can’t think of many parents who’d be comfortable even letting their kid hangout in the front yard unsupervised

When Hazel is out in public without her parents or teachers around, that’s when we see Cosmo and Wanda in their human disguises. The show basically goes out of its way to almost entirely avoid having a scene where a ten year old has no adult supervision while out in regular public spaces. Pretty sure off the top of my head the only times Cosmo and Wanda aren’t in disguise are

A) when Hazel and Dev were doing their homework hunt (note- the buddy system could apply here as Hazel and Dev stayed by each others sides for the most part)

B) when Crocker were chancing them all (note-they were in an enclosed building and her parents were also in the building, even if they were separated) and

C) when they were all pretending to be teenagers (pretty sure most of the parents I’ve interacted with are fine with a teenager being out in public alone, even if only for a short period of time, plus a) all three of them were being teenagers together, so buddy system again and b) Cosmo and Wand were visibly shown to be concerned and distressed when separated from Hazel)

Also, ANW has Cosmo and Wanda specifically introduce themselves to Hazel’s parents, specifically inform them of the fact that they’re also parents, and specifically shows Marcus and Angela getting along with them. If you think about it, ANW is presenting Cosmo and Wanda as trustworthy adults specifically to the parents — they’re meant to come off as the type of adults you’d be relatively comfortable-to-outright trusting around your kids. Angela and Marcus aren’t neglectful or oblivious like Timmy’s parents could be, so it makes sense that they’d probably not be okay with their young kid running around town unsupervised and would want the people supervising their daughter to be adults they felt they could trust

Timmy lives in a house that his parents presumably own, while Hazel lives in an apartment that her parents presumably rent. Apartments/rented homes usually have some sort of rule around pets, while if you own your own home who’s stopping you from getting pets? There’s a possibility that Hazel might live in a pet free apartment or her parents would have to pay pet rent (which you know she’d feel guilty about) or something

#fairly oddparents #fop #fop a new wish #long post #hazel wells #timmy turner #cosmo cosma #wanda fairywinkle cosma #cy meta #broke 100

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dontsh0vethesun · 2 years ago

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dr. maximoff

kinktober 2023 masterlist

pervy!gynaecologist!wanda maximoff x reader

18+: wanda is a perv, heavy crossing of professional boundaries, smut; fingering, medical kink, glove kink, praise, mommy kink

wc: 1.5k

Wanda awaited your visits eagerly; though she knows it to be nothing short of immoral she can't help the heat she feels as she examines you. The way you trust her wholeheartedly, lying on the table with your legs wide open. She's noticed the way your breathing picks up at her closeness.

You watched her approach from where you lay, unable to keep your gaze away from the suave fingers that prised open latex gloves, pulling them onto her hands with the snap of the elasticated material against her wrists.

You didn't see her catch your stare, missing the cocky smirk she sported on her knowledge of the way she makes your eyes wander. And you looked away from her approaching body as she stepped towards you, hoping she couldn’t decipher the effect she has on you - you wouldn’t find yourself enjoying the potential awkward repercussions of having a crush on your gynaecologist.

“You’re cute when you’re nervous,” she uttered, spilling the honey-like words before she had time to process them. You shied away even more, keeping your eyes as far away from hers as you could until she took your chin between her finger and thumb. “I mean it, sweet girl.”

The way your neck visibly twitched with the thick swallow you took amused her; she could easily see how worked up she made you with little effort. Her eyes searched your nervous ones, moving only to watch the way your tongue swiped over your bottom lip.

Wanda wasn't planning on being quite so venturesome today. She’d expected herself to treat it just as any other appointment you’d had together: quick and professional, only letting herself reminisce on the sight of you in the immorality of her late night thoughts. She’d wait until she was in bed to think about the sight of you splayed out beneath her, the memory of the warmth of your cunt around her fingers.

But with the way you looked today, her actions were practically beyond her control at this point. There was only so much she could take - with each time she saw you growing her attraction towards you, there was only a limited amount of build up before she simply had to satisfy herself.

She could feel the heat of your skin through her gloves, cupping your cheek with a musing thumb brushing across your lips. You looked at her as though you wanted nothing more than her body on yours, her tongue battling your own while her hands did as they pleased. She knew her darkening eyes would tell you the same thing. But, to both of your aching bodie’s displeasure, she stepped away with a clearing of her throat.

“Let’s get started then, shall we?” She spoke with her voice audibly rasped and deepened. “Get yourself comfortable, sweetheart.”

If she wasnt so attuned to your each and every sound she would've missed the hitch in your breathing at her words, though you got yourself into a congenial position as she’d instructed, feeling your heartbeat quicken with the hand she pressed onto your abdomen.

“Ready?”

“Yes, Doctor,” you returned, hoping she’d respond in the manner she did. A subtle groan sounded from the woman between your legs but the words whispered beneath her breath didn’t reach you.

Her examination was routine with latex donned fingers inside of you. Though the way she instinctively bit into her lip at the sight of your pussy wasn’t exactly professional; god, the way she’s longed to fuck you, to make you take her fingers in a way less work-focussed until you whined out her name into the medical room.

Every time she’s inspected your pussy she’s fantasised about the taste, the sounds you would make for her, and - oftentimes - a sting of bitter envy directed towards anyone who’d had the privilege of experiencing your body in the way she wanted. It was indecent and perverted; an iniquitous usage of her profession for her own lusting fantasies. But the forbiddenness of it all only made her want it more, tempted by the verboten fruit she wanted to sink her teeth into.

When she was permitted to pull away, though, she didn’t. She dared a stroke of her thumb over your clit that was just so close and tempting that she couldn’t restrain herself; she heard the sharp intake of breath above her and the slightest moan you tried to quell when she applied pressure to your bud.

You didnt want her to stop. She didnt truly want to ask you for fear of the answer, but the unproposed sentence was replied to with the tenuous jerk of your hips. You were enjoying her attention to your sex, growing wetter by the second from the sporadic and teasing flicks of her thumb across your aching clit. She could see it all perfectly.

She didnt move her hand when she rose from her seat, only shifting it to cup your cunt with her gloved palm. And she savoured the way your eyes kept fixed on hers so intently whilst she approached you, wasting not a second before her lips took yours as her own. Your hand got lost in her hair as you reciprocated the fiery kiss, finally getting a taste of the coconut balm that coated her lips.

“Fuck, I’ve dreamed of taking you,” she murmured while her lips trailed along your jaw. “Just, having you under me and claiming you as my own - I think about it all the time.”

Her fingers ventured inside you once again, curling within you in a way that let her feel the way you clenched around her.

“I know you think about me too, baby.”

She spoke with complete and utter confidence, knowing she was right without you having to confirm it. You’re sure the flutter of your walls around her digits was enough to assuage her.

“Tell me,” she added. Her voice was akin to a growl. “Tell me how much you ache for your mommy. That you dream of me too - that you fuck yourself to the thought of me.”

“I do, mommy,” you nodded, feeling her smile grow against the receptive skin of your neck. “I think about you all the time.”

Knowing that she’s touched herself with you on her mind, burying her fingers into her own pussy the same way she’s doing to yours now, only made the aroused coil in your belly tighten that much more. And Wanda longed for those words to pass your lips - her title, the assurance that you were hers in the manner she wanted to be.

“This perfect cunt is mine,” the woman groaned, spurred on by the moan you let out at the burying of her digits deep inside your cunt, bringing you to the precipice of your release. “Quiet,” she uttered though gritted teeth, showing a beautifully assertive side to her that you thoroughly enjoyed.

Her actions never faltered as she forced her fingers past your lips to keep you pliably silent. The sensation of smooth material against your tongue sent a shiver through you; your teeth grazed the rubber where your mouth latched around the intrusive digits and they muffled the groan of pleasure at the back of your throat.

“That’s it, honey,” she cooed, eyeing each reaction you gave her as your thighs began their attempts at clamping around her wrist. “Such a good girl for your mommy.”

Her fingers were coated in the slick of arousal she coaxed out of you, each thrust within you was paired with thorough attention to your swollen clit. Wanda adored the way your eyes began to gloss over with your nearing climax.

“I’m going to fuck you so good, you’ll never want anyone else,” she breathed. “Nobody knows your pussy like I do.”

The words that fell from her felt nothing short of divine. She plagued your mind so heavily that nobody else could even come close in comparison. Not now. Not whilst your doctor knew your each and every need and whim better than yourself; bringing you to an orgasm that wracked your muscles with shaking tension.

She felt the heat of your cum on her fingers whilst she rode you through your high, pulling small sounds from you as she did so, pumping her digits into you as your hips moved in sync to chase each semblance of pleasure you could from her hand.

Once she was satisfied that she had given you enough - for now - she left your sopping cunt empty and exposed, legs still in the metal stirrups in the vulnerable form that made you flush with wanton heat.

The thumping of your aroused heart only stayed steadily speedy when she sucked her fingers past her lips, humming at the taste of you on her tongue as she licked them clean. Her eyes closed at the taste, hardly believing she’d finally been able to feast upon it.

She pressed her lips to yours again with each word she spoke punctuating each peck.

“I own this pussy,” she whispered. “Meet me after my shift. This is only the beginning.”

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x female reader #wanda maximoff smut #wanda maximoff fanfiction

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lacy-oh-lacy · 1 year ago

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Coming out to Marvel Characters

A/N: Happy Pride! Reader's orientation/identity is ambiguous, as is your relationship with the characters :) Masterlist

Steve: Telling him is a little intimidating considering the time he’s from, but truthfully you could of told him back in the 30s and even then he would of accepted you -albeit with more anxiety over your safety. He’s open minded for his time, and he has in spades the kind of compassion you need after bearing your heart and soul like that.

Tony: He’s a dickhead more often than not, but he gets that this is a rare time not to be. He’s quiet for a moment, processing, and then he’s nonchalant. He acknowledges what you said as sensitively as he can but he also doesn’t linger on it. He accepts who you are, but to him it’s not a moment to get sappy over, it’s as casual as he thinks lending someone basic human decency should be.

Thor: He forgets for a minute that this can be a big deal to earthlings, queerness as you call it is a lot more normalised on Asguard.Then he remembers, and trying to be supportive -albeit a little clumsily- he pats your back and commends the courage it must of taken to tell him, assuring you you have his wholehearted acceptance.

Natasha: Look, as perceptive as she is, there’s no way she hasn’t already known for months. She’s just been too respectful to say anything. When you do finally tell her she feigns just a bit of surprise for your benefit, then she’s very casual about the whole thing. She’s accepting but in a quiet way, she’s one to show her support subtly as it naturally comes up.

Wanda: She doesn’t have the most in depth lgbtqia+ education or anything but she wholeheartedly supports the community. So, between that and her being the compassionate person she is, she’s very easy to tell. She’s so understanding and sensitive to your feelings, and honestly she’s just really touched that you trusted her enough to tell her.

Peter P: It really does come as a surprise, just because he’s usually so preoccupied with his own secret that he doesn’t often think about what other people might be hiding. He adjusts right away though, he’s always considerate to your comfort and now is no exception. He’s so sweet, he’s just happy you told him and asking the most thoughtful questions.

Carol: Though she’s also from a more close-minded time, she’s a little less intimidating to tell. For one thing, she’s spent her life since then around a diverse range of space cultures, and for another, she kind of has her own… vibe. And yeah, you were right not to worry, she doesn’t exactly overreact but she’s very obvious in her support.

Bucky: He is surprised, but also curious. When you spend most your life in the 30s and the rest in captivity you don’t learn how to respond to someone coming out to you (at least not in a way he ever would) but he doesn’t do too bad, he clearly isn’t bothered. Actually you coming out sparks his interest in the matter and inspires him to educate himself on queerness in the 21st century.

Yelena: As another queer person, she thinks it’s great, her eyes actually light up as you tell her. Honestly, she’s kind of hoping that you have more experience with things like pride and community than she does because she could really use some guidance, but even if not it’s still nice just to know she has someone who’s like her in her life and hopes that you feel the same way.

Loki: He couldn’t be less fazed if you told him your star sign, frankly. He is quick though, he can see this is important to you. So, wanting you to feel validated he asks some polite follow up questions, he’s happy to let you vent if you want, he’ll even offer some insight as someone a lot more at home in his queer identity if you need it. Plus, the best thing about telling him is that he’s definitely down to …handle… any bigots you’re dealing with.

Valkyrie: She’ll drink to that. Really, she thinks it’s nice, she’s supportive without making a big deal out of it. Though she’s queer herself, she wouldn’t think to offer any advice on the matter because well… she’s kind of a mess, but if you need someone to talk to she’s not a bad listener.

Kate: Despite what an adorably awkward motormouth she can be at times, she’s actually pretty chill about this. She does rush to reassure you that she’s fine with it, especially if you seem nervous, but she’s otherwise relaxed and lets you do most of the talking. It’s not that big of a shock to her really, it’s not like she’s never met other queer people before.

Peter Q: To be for real, most of what her knows about queer people comes from outdated stereotypes, relics from his childhood, and there was probably a time when coming out to him really would of sucked because of that, but he’s matured a lot since then so he takes this in with an open mind and responds with surprising sensitivity and kindness, at least by his standards.

Gamora: She’s been through planets more or less accepting of queerness so she gets the gist, but with how shut-off she’s been you’re still the first (out) queer person she’s known well. You wouldn’t know that though, because she responds very calmly to you coming out and she’s very easy to talk to about it.

Drax: He does not get the big deal. He doesn’t even get what homophobia / transphobia is really, and yet he still manages to say something totally offensive (albeit completely unintentionally) when you come out to him -which he later apologises for. Of course he accepts you, it’s not even a question, and after that first slip up he does make it a point to try and be more respectful …to mixed results.

Groot: He is Groot.

Rocket: He’s not respectful per se, because he never is, but he takes it fine. With all the crazy stuff he’s seen, you’re really not making headlines. He doesn’t know how to communicate it, but he’s sympathetic to the more alienating parts of your experience, especially to bigotry you faced, and he’s the quickest to defend you if ever needed.

#marvel x reader #marvel imagine #gotg x reader #steve rodgers x reader #tony stark x reader #thor odinson x reader #bucky barnes x reader #peter parker x reader #loki laufesyon x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #carol danvers x reader #yelena belova x reader #valkyrie x reader #kate bishop x reader #peter quill x reader #gamora x reader #rocket raccoon x reader #pride

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rebeliz7 · 1 year ago

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Dangerous

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader / Natasha Romanoff x Reader / Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanoff

Request: 32 & 64 prompts for Wanda or Natasha or maybe both😏

32. “If you interrupt me one more time, so help me god.”

64. “You’re not taking me to bed. ever.” “Who said it had to be on the bed?”

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“If you interrupt me one more time, so help me God.” Natasha threatens you, annoyed and left eye twitching.

She’s not being serious, at least not entirely, but you still raise your hands in surrender and lean back in your seat.

However, her eyes stay firmly locked with yours, and you have to smile at how worked up she seems. She rolls her eyes when you smile, just like you were expecting her to, and the meeting moves along.

You weren’t interrupting her exactly, but it’s become intensely apparent that your presence annoys the hell out of Natasha. Whatever the reason.

Not that you go out of your way to annoy her, that’s not the case at all. The thing is, and you’ve been aware of this for a while now, you make her nervous. So nervous that she doesn’t know how to deal with you.

No one else seems to be aware of that little fact, although the entire Avengers Team lives together for the time being. But Natasha knows that you know, which makes her angry.

Irrationally so, you must say.

“She’s gonna get you one of these days.” Clint warns you in a low voice.

“Yeah, but not today.” You joke, and Clint laughs softly to himself.

“You don’t wanna push Nat. Trust me.”

“Oh I'm not worried, trust me.”

…

The meeting ends on a neutral note, since Sam and Bucky lost track of their target on their latest mission. A team needs to fly out to Mexico to lend a hand and things will get a move on again.

Steve and Clint are going, and so is Shuri. This is not Shuri’s first mission, but you take it upon yourself to get her as ready as she can be before they fly out.

She’s grown on you, in a 'younger sister' sort of way. You guess it's because she’s younger than you, and so amazingly smart, that her awe for everything you guys do endears her to you greatly.

“Don’t get killed while I’m gone.” She tells you as you walk her into the hanger, and you’re tempted to laugh.

“You’re going on a mission with Barton, you’re the one that should be worried. I’ll be fine right here.”

“True, but Natasha is about to kick your ass into a coma if you keep pushing her.” She reminds you, and you huff indignantly.

“Why does everyone think she can kick my ass that easily?” You ask loudly, just as Clint comes out of the jet with a pointed look.

“Because she can.” He deadpans. “And she will if you don’t give her some space.”

“I didn’t hear any of that.” You pointendly tell him while Shuri gives you a goodbye hug. “Still trying to process this lack of faith from both of you in my fighting skills.”

“Keep it up.” Clint tells you with another look.

“That’s what she said.” You joke, and you hear Shuri laugh too. Clint chuckles and shakes his head at you, probably thinking that you’re gonna get your ass kicked for real.

“There’s a kid here!” Steve shouts from the jet, and you run back inside before that lecture reaches your ears.

…

When you walk inside the kitchen you find Wanda by the stove, stirring a red sauce and your spirits instantly pique up.

“Can I have some?” You ask, coming up behind her. She yelps in surprise, and you press a kiss on her cheek.

“You scared me.” She smiles, her cheeks tainting red at your proximity, and you lean against the counter as she turns off the stove before checking on the pasta. “Can you set the table? This is ready.”

She’s a pro at this, and you can't resist her cooking.

“It smells really good. My mouth is watering already.” You tell her as you set out two plates, and her cheeks grow redder.

You smile to yourself, and can’t deny that you’re almost inclined to kiss those cheeks again, but you resist the urge. You and Wanda didn’t exactly date, but you did sleep together a few times, and you thought of asking her out properly, but the timing was never right so nothing real ever came up from it.

Then she moved on -with Vision of all people- and you moved on too. Not that anyone was supportive when you started dating Emma Frost, and maybe you see their point now. Emma was a wild ride, to say the least.

Shaking your head to get rid of the memories, you pass Wanda the plates.

“Can you get another one?” Wanda asks you.

“This isn’t dinner for two?” You ask as you go to take down another plate, and she shakes her head.

“Natasha is here too. She went to take a quick shower, so she'll be here any minute.”

You smile to yourself.

...

Natasha is tempted to bolt the moment she sees you’re going to join them for dinner, and you grin when you meet her eyes. It must be infuriating that you can so easily tell what goes through her mind, when she’s spent her entire life training to be unreadable.

You know she hates it, and often wonders how you’re capable of doing it. To be quite honest, you have no idea either. You just have this sixth sense when it comes to her, that lets you read her like an open book.

But, you keep your mouth shut all through dinner. You behave, while Wanda and Natasha chat away. You even get seconds, and fill their glasses with more wine when they get low.

All in all, you don’t annoy Natasha at all while you eat, and you even offer to clean up while they move to the living room with a second bottle of red to continue their conversation.

You put the dishes in the dishwasher, wipe down all the surfaces, and when you’re done you take a beer from the fridge with the intention to leave them to it.

“You can join us.” Natasha calls out, just as you take your first sip.

“You sure?” You ask her, and she rolls her eyes, her go-to reaction whenever you open your mouth.

“As long as you keep the innuendos to yourself, we’re okay.” She sips her wine delicately then, and you -a mere mortal- become entranced with the shape of her lips, and the sensual way in which she drinks.

“Sure.” You clear your throat, and drink almost half of your beer in one go.

You’d be lying if you said that you’ve never thought of Natasha in other, much more naked circumstances, but you’re aware that that is never gonna happen, and you’re okay with it.

“You’re uncharacteristically quiet.” Wanda notices after a while when she comes back with yet another bottle of red, and another beer for you.

“I don’t want to annoy the pretty lady over there.” Natasha groans at your response, which only makes you smile. You almost can’t believe how easy it is for her to become agitated in your presence.

“You gotta try harder than that.” She deadpans, and Wanda takes the seat next to yours instead of sitting in front of you, like she was before she went to the kitchen.

“I’m not annoying, am I?” You ask Wanda, and she gives you this smile that you immediately feel drawn to.

You breathe in deeply as she gives you this look that makes hot electricity run through you, and runs her fingers through your hair. You do miss her, especially when she’s looking at you like this and her fingers are in your hair.

“You’re quite charming.” She says, and you think she might reciprocate if you were to kiss her right now.

“You see?” You look at Natasha, and she rolls her eyes, but not with malice.

“Maybe I just don’t like you.” She says before sipping her newly refilled glass of wine, and you clutch your chest in mock offense.

“You wound me.” You scoff while smiling, but deep down you do feel hurt by her words. Not a lot, but still.

“Natasha likes you.” Wanda tells you then, and you’d think she’s joking if the look on Natasha’s face wasn’t so telling.

“She does, huh?” You ask, mostly to yourself.

“I thought there were things we agreed on not sharing with anyone.” Natasha reminds her, and Wanda shrugs lightly, the glass of wine close to her lips as she smiles.

“What happens in the bedroom stays in the bedroom?” She asks, and with a start you realize that she’s slightly drunk, and oversharing is -unfortunately- her one obvious tell.

That’s how everyone found out that you two were sleeping together a while ago, and right now she’s just revealed that she and Natasha are a little more than just friends.

“I swear to God, if you even think of saying anything right now.” Natasha threatens you, and you laugh, your comeback at the tip of your tongue.

“She likes you too.” Wanda tells Natasha, her finger pointing at you, and you choke on your beer.

“You’re not seriously trying to play matchmaker here.” Natasha’s grin is otherwise telling of how amused she’s finding this entire exchange.

“What? It's not like I even had to look inside her head to know that.” Wanda says, and you finally put your beer down after getting your coughing fit under control. “I’m not wrong, am I?”

She has the audacity to shoot you a smug look, as if she wasn’t throwing you under the bus here.

“Well, no.”

“Great.” Natasha sneers.

“Okay, now hold on.” You speak up as Wanda laughs, and you take the glass of wine from her hands. She’s had enough to drink. “There are different levels of liking someone.”

“Educate us, please.” Wanda is trying to hold back laughter now, and you really - she’s just - she’s such a little shit.

“Well, I wouldn’t exactly kick Nat out of my bed. But, I’m not interested in anything more than that. No offense.” You add quickly.

“None taken, and you’re not taking me to bed. Ever. So don’t worry about it.” Natasha tells you, and how can you not take that one? Sometimes she just makes it easy for you.

“Who said it had to be a bed?” You retort and her face turns red, and you’re not sure if she’s about to kick your ass or just shoot you on the spot.

However, you’re not expecting her to walk over, and kiss you dead on the lips. Which is exactly what she does.

When she pulls back Wanda is laughing, and you’re pretty sure you’re dreaming.

“Cat got your tongue?” Natasha asks when you finally open your eyes, and you swallow with difficulty.

Without waiting a beat you pull her back in, kissing her again, a bit more forcefully than she did first, and she kisses you back in earnest. A part of you isn’t sure of what’s happening, but the other part of you is enjoying this turn of events quite a bit.

“Well, well, well.” You comment when she pulls back, as if she’s finally realized what she was doing. If you’re smiling like a lunatic it’s only because you truly can't help it.

“Is anyone going to kiss me?” Wanda asks, and you break eye contact with Natasha to look at her.

“Come here, you needy monster.” You pull her onto your lap, and she straddles you with ease and familiarity. A pretty smile on her pink lips as she cups your face, and you wrap your arms around her waist.

Kissing Wanda is still heaven. You’re once again submerged in her world, and you still find it incredibly addictive. She bites your bottom lip softly as she rocks her hips forward to meet yours, and you can’t help but let your hands wander.

Grabbing a handful of her ass you pull her closer to you as she deepens your kiss, and you can taste the red wine on her tongue. Her breath is hot as she breathes heavily into your mouth, and your mind becomes fuzzy with want.

“Such a good kisser.” Wanda says against your lips, and you smile sweetly. She’s so adorable, especially from this angle, and the way she scrunches up her nose makes you want to kiss all over her face.

“Better than me?” Natasha asks, and to your surprise you turn your head to find her sitting right next to you.

“I’m not sure.” Wanda says with a false thoughtful look, and hidden smile.

Natasha doesn’t give her a verbal answer, instead you watch the redhead grab Wanda by the neck, and pull her down for an intense kiss that has Wanda moaning in a matter of seconds.

You watch them kiss while holding Wanda’s hand, and your throat dries up. You watch, and realize that this is actually happening. You watch until you can’t anymore.

Grabbing a hold of Wanda’s arm you pull her back to you, and kiss her hungrily. She’s still moaning, her hands now desperately pulling off your shirt, as you do the same with her sweater.

You hear Natasha softly chuckling next to you, but you’re already too wrapped up in everything that Wanda is to care about the world, let alone Natasha’s smug laughter.

“I’ve missed your lips,” Wanda says as she pulls back slightly, a tipsy smile on her extremely kissable lips.

You smile while your hands squeeze her bare waist, and you don't hold back from kissing her again. You’ve missed her lips too, and you hope she can read between the lines.

Her hands in your hair pull back lightly, exposing your neck as she moves to place heady kisses all over it. You’re breathing rapidly now, your hands massaging her breasts, as she licks a path up your throat, still pulling on your hair.

“Kinda feeling left out here.” Natasha’s voice breaks through the fog in your mind, and Wanda sits back on your lap, as she tries to get her breathing under control.

“I’m not sure of what's happening exactly.” Wanda says as you inch closer to her. Your hands are still on her, touching every inch of her exposed skin as you can, while she combs back your hair. You kiss her upper breast, careful not to leave any hickies, despite desperately wanting to.

She gasps, and you look up to kiss her lips, focusing on pinching her nipples now as she rocks her hips forward.

“You want to stop?” You ask after pulling back only the necessary amount to be able to ask her that.

“No.” She shakes her head, her hand gently caressing your cheek as she looks into your eyes. “I think I want you both.”

Instinctively you look towards Natasha, who is still holding her glass of wine, and sipping the red liquid delicately as she observes the two of you.

“Do you - ” Wanda grabs your chin, making you look at her. “Do you want me?” She asks, and you move to pull her ever closer to you. As if that’s possible.

“Always.” You nod quickly, and as you kiss the corner of her lips she turns to look at Natasha with the same question.

“You don’t ever have to worry about that.” You hear Natasha say, but you refuse to stop kissing every single inch of her skin to look.

“I don’t?” Wanda asks breathlessly, your mouth doing wonders on her neck, while your hands reacquainted themselves with the rest of her body.

“You don’t.” Natasha says, and she sounds much closer now. Her voice is more sultry than you've ever heard it before, and you pull back, if only to see the look on her face.

You watch her take Wanda’s outstretched hand as she stands, and pulls Wanda on her feet as well. You swallow with difficulty as you watch her kiss Wanda softly, lips merely ghosting over each other.

However fleeting the kiss though, you see Wanda’s legs quiver and Natasha’s arm wrapping around her waist to keep her upright.

“Bedroom?” She asks her with the confidence of someone who already knows the answer, and Wanda nods, as if in a daze.

You watch them walk away, and you try to calm your racing heart, but it’s difficult when Wanda turns to you from the hallway.

“You coming?” She asks you, and you’re pretty sure that your brain short circuits.

You stand up, picking up your unfinished beer, and down it in one go before you nod, and walk towards her.

“That's what she said.” You stupidly joke, and Natasha rolls her eyes expectedly, but now you see that the edge in her eyes isn’t entirely hate.

“Incorrigible.” Wanda smiles as she grabs your hand, and pulls enough for you to fall into step next to her.

“You’re dangerous.” You murmur close to her ear as you wrap your arms around her from behind, and she throws you a side glance, feigning innocence.

“I have no idea what you mean.” She says, and Natasha chuckles lightly as she unlocks the door to her bedroom.

“Sure you don’t.” She says as she pulls Wanda in for a demanding kiss, and you close the door behind you.

Well, you think to yourself, Natasha might actually end up killing you after all, but at least it’ll be pleasurable for the both of you.

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X-Men x Reader (Part.2)

They are being mind-controled by a villain and they believe you cheated on them (Part.2)

A fog has settled between you, a cruel illusion woven by unseen hands. The X-Man, your beloved, now look at you with wounded eyes, twisted by whispers that cloud their trust.

Characters: Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff, Emma Frost, Laura Kinney, Wade Wilson, Cable, Hank McCoy, Colossus, Magik, Warren Worthington III & Alex Summers

Wanda Maximoff aka. The Scarlet Witch

- Wanda’s confrontation is intense and emotional. Her eyes, usually warm and full of understanding, are now filled with hurt and suspicion. Her voice trembles slightly as she asks if what she thinks is true, and there’s an undeniable sadness in her tone, like she’s bracing herself for heartbreak.

- As you try to explain, Wanda listens, but the doubt lingers in her expression. Wanda has always struggled with trust due to the betrayals she’s faced in her life, and now, the idea that you might have hurt her shatters her. Her hands tremble slightly, and though she wants to believe you, the pain of her past makes it hard for her to push away the doubts.

- Afterward, Wanda retreats, seeking solace in solitude. She’s always been somewhat withdrawn, and now, she pulls away even more, isolating herself to avoid the pain. Her magic, which usually feels so warm and comforting, now seems almost cold, mirroring the sadness she feels as she tries to process what she thinks happened.

- When the mind control is broken, Wanda is devastated by the realization of what’s happened. The guilt eats at her, and she’s furious at the villain for manipulating her, but even more so at herself for letting her insecurities get the better of her. She’s always prided herself on her intuition, and knowing she was so easily tricked leaves her feeling vulnerable and regretful.

- Wanda’s apology is soft but filled with genuine sorrow. She approaches you hesitantly, her voice quiet as she admits she was wrong. She reaches for your hand, her touch gentle as she asks for forgiveness, her gaze filled with a mixture of remorse and love. Wanda has always been open about her feelings, and now, she lays her heart bare, expressing just how much she regrets letting her trust falter.

- She promises to trust in you and your love, no matter what. Wanda’s emotions are strong, and as she apologizes, there’s a subtle shimmer of magic around her, a testament to just how much you mean to her. She looks at you with an intensity that makes it clear she’s determined to never let anyone or anything come between you again.

- When you forgive her, Wanda’s relief is palpable. She pulls you close, resting her forehead against yours as she lets out a shaky sigh, her heart swelling with gratitude and love. From that moment on, she’s even more open with her feelings, letting you know just how deeply she cares and vowing to protect your bond with everything she has.

- Pietro’s confrontation is brash and impulsive. His hurt comes out in quick, cutting words, his usual sarcasm edged with genuine pain. He paces back and forth as he questions you, his expression a mix of anger and heartbreak, moving too fast to give you much chance to speak as he lets out all his emotions.

Pietro Maximoff aka. Quicksilver

- He’s known for his confidence and speed, but in this moment, he’s visibly shaken, his usual bravado replaced by an insecurity that’s rare for him. Pietro has always prided himself on being able to handle anything, but now, he feels vulnerable, and the thought of losing you makes him feel like he’s losing his sense of stability.

- After the confrontation, Pietro becomes distant, channeling his emotions into his speed as he tries to outrun the pain. He avoids being around others, especially you, not wanting anyone to see just how deeply this has affected him. He’s used to hiding his emotions behind a cocky exterior, but this time, the pain runs too deep to ignore.

- When the mind control finally fades, Pietro feels a flood of guilt and frustration. He’s furious with himself for having doubted you, and he hates that he let his own insecurities and fears get in the way. Pietro’s pride takes a hit, and he’s ashamed that he wasn’t strong enough to see through the manipulation.

- Pietro’s apology is awkward but heartfelt. He approaches you with a mix of vulnerability and determination, his voice softer than usual as he admits he was wrong. He fumbles over his words, clearly uncomfortable with showing so much emotion, but his sincerity is unmistakable as he promises to trust you more in the future.

- Taking a deep breath, Pietro reaches for your hand, his usually quick movements slow and deliberate as he asks for forgiveness. He’s not one for sappy speeches, but his eyes tell you everything you need to know. He admits that he cares about you more than he’s ever let on, and he promises to work on his insecurities.

- When you forgive him, Pietro lets out a relieved laugh, pulling you into a tight hug as he mutters his gratitude. He’s more protective of you than ever after that, and though he still teases and jokes, there’s a new depth to his affection, a quiet reminder of just how much he values your relationship and the love you share.

Emma Frost aka. The White Queen

- When Emma confronts you about the supposed infidelity, her icy demeanor is as intimidating as ever. Her words are sharp, cutting straight to the point, but there’s an underlying tension in her voice. She keeps her emotions in check, almost painfully so, trying to hide the vulnerability that she rarely shows anyone. She looks at you with those piercing blue eyes, waiting for an explanation with a mixture of hurt and anger just below the surface.

- She listens to you defend yourself, but her trust has been shaken. Emma is the type to guard her heart closely, and betrayal—real or perceived—isn’t something she handles well. She says little, maintaining her cool exterior, but her occasional glances reveal how conflicted she is. She’s always valued her independence, yet letting you in was a risk for her, and now, she’s feeling painfully exposed.

- After the confrontation, Emma distances herself, throwing herself back into her work and responsibilities with the Hellfire Club. She avoids you around the mansion, her frosty exterior even colder than usual. Others notice the shift, sensing the tension, but no one dares approach her about it. Emma’s cold facade is her armor, and now it’s back up, stronger than ever, as she tries to suppress her pain.

- When the mind control is finally lifted, Emma’s reaction is one of immediate outrage. The very idea that someone would manipulate her mind—and cause her to doubt you—has her furious. Emma prides herself on her control and intellect, so the thought that she’d been tricked is almost unbearable. Her first instinct is vengeance, to hunt down whoever did this to her and make them pay.

- Despite her anger, Emma’s priority is making things right with you. She approaches you with an unusual level of humility, her words carefully chosen. She doesn’t apologize often, but when she does, it’s with genuine sincerity. Emma admits she made a mistake and expresses regret for doubting you, her voice softened in a way only you get to see.

- To make it up to you, Emma decides to spoil you—extravagantly. She’s not one for grand romantic gestures, but she buys you a thoughtful, luxurious gift, something only she would know you’d appreciate. It’s her way of showing you just how much she values you, and how determined she is to make things right.

- When you forgive her, Emma lets her guard down fully for the first time in days. She leans in close, her usually guarded eyes reflecting gratitude and warmth. She may not be the most affectionate partner, but she’s fully committed, showing you that behind her aloof demeanor lies a fiercely loyal heart that’s truly yours.

Laura Kinney aka. X-23 / Wolverine

- Laura’s reaction to the supposed betrayal is swift and intense. She confronts you with a mixture of anger and hurt, her fists clenched as she tries to make sense of her emotions. Her words are blunt, and she doesn’t hold back, but her voice wavers slightly, showing just how affected she is. Laura’s not used to trusting people, and this feels like a cruel reminder of why she usually keeps her guard up.

- As you try to explain, Laura listens, though she struggles to let go of her suspicions. She’s been betrayed before, and trust doesn’t come easy for her. She wants to believe you, but the hurt runs deep, making her wary and conflicted. Her normally calm, stoic demeanor is shaken, and she paces as she listens, her eyes flickering with a mix of doubt and frustration.

- After the confrontation, Laura distances herself emotionally, though she remains physically close, always keeping an eye on you. It’s almost instinctual—she wants to protect you, but the idea that you may have betrayed her leaves her torn. Her heart and mind are at odds, and it shows in her actions, as she hovers nearby but remains silent and withdrawn.

- When the mind control wears off, Laura’s relief is palpable, though she’s furious with herself for being so easily deceived. The knowledge that someone manipulated her emotions—and made her doubt you—is infuriating, and she immediately wants to track down the person responsible. Laura doesn’t take kindly to being used, especially when it nearly cost her the one person she trusts.

- Laura’s apology is sincere, though it’s more action than words. She isn’t the type for lengthy explanations, so instead, she approaches you with a quiet but intense look in her eyes, admitting that she made a mistake. She doesn’t sugarcoat it, but her regret is clear, and she promises she’ll never let herself be manipulated like that again.

- To make up for her suspicion, Laura becomes even more attentive than before, always making sure you feel safe and valued. She’s not overly affectionate, but her loyalty speaks volumes, and she finds subtle ways to show you she’s sorry—small, thoughtful gestures that only you would notice, like leaving your favorite snack on the counter or a note in your bag.

- When you forgive her, Laura’s expression softens, a rare, genuine smile appearing as she pulls you into a tight embrace. She may not say much, but her actions speak louder than words, and from that moment on, her commitment to you is unwavering. Laura becomes even more protective, ensuring that nothing and no one will come between you again.

Wade Wilson aka. Deadpool

- When Wade confronts you, he does it in true Deadpool style—his humor twisted by hurt. He cracks jokes, sarcastically accusing you of breaking his “poor little heart,” but there’s a subtle tremor in his voice and a flicker of genuine pain in his gaze. Wade hides behind his humor, but you know he’s deeply affected, feeling as if he’s been betrayed by the one person he thought he could trust.

- Despite his nonchalant attitude, Wade can’t stop himself from questioning every detail. He wants to believe you, but his insecurities and self-doubt make it hard. Wade’s used to expecting the worst, and now, the hurt has him spiraling, throwing out quips to mask how shattered he really feels inside.

- After the confrontation, Wade retreats into his own little world of chaos. He tries to distract himself with missions and relentless banter, but his usual jokes are emptier, his antics a bit too forced. He even goes on a few particularly reckless mercenary runs, pushing his healing factor to the limit, as if the physical pain can somehow replace the heartache he’s feeling.

- When the mind control finally breaks, Wade’s relief quickly turns to outrage. He’s furious—not just at the villain who manipulated him, but at himself for having doubted you. He kicks himself for being so easily tricked, feeling guilty for not trusting the one good thing in his life. He’s conflicted, torn between his self-loathing and the overwhelming need to make things right with you.

- Wade’s apology is chaotic, honest, and full of unexpected vulnerability. He doesn’t hold back, admitting that he screwed up and that his own insecurities got in the way. He babbles, half-joking, half-pleading, but his tone is genuinely remorseful as he promises to be better, to trust you more, even if it terrifies him.

- True to his unpredictable nature, Wade tries to win back your trust with grand gestures—flowers, chocolates, and a dozen over-the-top apologies. He even considers giving up his mercenary work, just to prove how much he cares. When he finally manages to get a genuine smile from you, he relaxes, grateful beyond words that you’re willing to give him another chance.

- After you forgive him, Wade clings to you like you’re his lifeline, throwing his usual bravado aside to show just how much he values you. He’s more attentive, less reckless, and endlessly affectionate, going out of his way to remind you that you’re the one thing he’d never want to lose again.

Nathan Summers aka. Cable

- Cable’s confrontation is intense and direct. He’s a soldier, used to facing problems head-on, but the hurt in his eyes is undeniable. He’s known hardship and loss, but this betrayal feels different—it’s personal, shaking him to his core. He stands before you, demanding answers, his voice steady yet laced with pain as he struggles to understand how someone he trusted so completely could hurt him.

- As you try to explain, Cable listens carefully, his expression unreadable. He’s torn between his instinct to believe you and the painful doubts clouding his judgment. Nathan’s experienced countless betrayals, and though he wants to believe in your loyalty, his hardened heart finds it difficult to ignore the wounds of his past.

- After the confrontation, Cable distances himself, throwing himself into work and mission planning to try and suppress the heartache. He becomes more stoic than ever, his interactions with others becoming brief and guarded. It’s clear he’s struggling to process his emotions, channeling his pain into his responsibilities, as if keeping busy will help numb the hurt.

- When the mind control finally fades, Cable’s first reaction is disbelief. The realization that he’s been manipulated into doubting you fills him with guilt and anger. He’s furious with himself for allowing his trust issues to cloud his judgment, and he feels an overwhelming need to make amends, knowing he’s hurt you by doubting you.

- Cable’s apology is calm but deeply sincere. He sits down with you, looking directly into your eyes as he admits his mistake, his voice heavy with regret. Nathan may be a man of few words, but every word he speaks is laced with genuine remorse. He’s always been strong, but now he shows his vulnerability, admitting that his past has made him wary and that he let that fear hurt you.

- He takes your hand, promising to work through his trust issues and to rely on you more, no matter how difficult it may be for him. He vows to let down his walls, determined to prove to you that he values your relationship above all else. Nathan’s sincerity is palpable, his gaze intense as he promises to never let his doubts come between you again.

- When you forgive him, Cable relaxes visibly, a rare, soft smile breaking through his usual stoic demeanor. He pulls you close, holding you tightly as if he never wants to let go. From that moment on, he’s fiercely protective of you, and his love for you becomes even more unwavering and resolute, a quiet but profound promise to always have your back.

Hank McCoy aka. Beast

- Hank’s confrontation is quiet and heart-wrenching. He’s not one for loud accusations, but the hurt in his eyes speaks volumes. His usually gentle voice is filled with sorrow as he asks if what he’s heard is true, his words careful and almost hesitant, as if he’s hoping you’ll tell him it’s all a misunderstanding.

- He’s always been logical, trusting in reason and facts, but now, his emotions are in turmoil. Hank’s soft-hearted nature makes it all the more painful for him to imagine that you might have betrayed his trust. He’s devastated, and though he tries to remain calm, the sadness in his expression is impossible to hide.

- Afterward, Hank withdraws into his work, spending long hours in his lab to avoid facing the hurt he feels. He buries himself in scientific research, hoping that focusing on his experiments will distract him from the ache in his heart. His usually vibrant spirit seems dimmed, and even his closest friends notice that the ever-optimistic Hank has become more somber and distant.

- When the mind control finally fades, Hank feels a wave of relief and regret. Realizing he’s been tricked, he’s angry at the villain who manipulated him, but even more so, he’s frustrated with himself for allowing his emotions to cloud his usually rational mind. He’s always prided himself on his logical approach, and knowing he was so easily swayed shakes him deeply.

- Hank’s apology is heartfelt and filled with remorse. He approaches you with humility, his usual eloquence replaced by genuine vulnerability as he confesses his regret. He’s gentle, his voice soft and sincere as he explains how much he values you and how sorry he is for not trusting you. His words are thoughtful and carefully chosen, reflecting just how deeply he’s thought about the situation.

- He promises to trust you more fully in the future, vowing to work through his insecurities and to rely on you as much as he knows you rely on him. Hank’s sincerity shines through, his intelligent eyes filled with warmth and determination as he assures you that he’ll never let his doubts hurt your relationship again.

- When you forgive him, Hank’s relief is evident. He wraps you in a warm embrace, his usually calm demeanor breaking as he lets out a shaky breath, grateful beyond words. From that moment on, he’s even more devoted to you, cherishing every moment and finding ways to remind you daily of his love and appreciation for your unwavering support.

Piotr Rasputin aka. Colossus

- Piotr’s confrontation is heartbreaking, as his usual gentle nature is clouded by sadness and disbelief. He doesn’t accuse you outright but instead asks, his voice quiet and tinged with hurt, if what he’s heard is true. Piotr’s sensitive soul is deeply shaken, and the idea that you might have betrayed his trust has him visibly distressed, though he tries to remain composed.

- He listens as you explain, nodding but clearly struggling to reconcile his love for you with the doubts planted in his mind. Piotr’s always been a trusting, loving person, but his heart feels heavy as he wrestles with his emotions. He doesn’t want to believe you’d hurt him, yet the doubt lingers, leaving him feeling lost and conflicted.

- After the confrontation, Piotr withdraws, spending more time alone, often sketching or painting as a way to process his emotions. His art reflects his sadness, with his usual bright colors replaced by somber tones. He’s quieter than usual around the team, his normally warm, open demeanor replaced by a distant sadness that everyone notices.

- When the mind control fades, Piotr’s relief is immediate, though it’s quickly followed by a wave of guilt. He’s devastated that he allowed himself to doubt you and feels as though he’s failed not only you but himself. Piotr values honesty and loyalty above all else, and knowing he was manipulated into betraying that trust weighs heavily on his heart.

- Piotr’s apology is heartfelt and earnest. He approaches you with a bowed head, his soft blue eyes full of remorse as he expresses how truly sorry he is. He admits he let his own insecurities get the better of him and promises to never let anything like this come between you again. Piotr’s gentle nature shines through as he speaks, his words filled with sincerity.

- To make it up to you, Piotr spends hours creating a beautiful painting as a symbol of his love and commitment. He pours all his emotions into it, and when he finally shows it to you, it’s a breathtaking piece that captures not only his feelings but his hope for a future together. It’s his way of saying that he’ll always choose you, no matter what.

- When you forgive him, Piotr’s relief is evident as he pulls you into a warm, protective embrace, whispering a quiet “thank you” in your ear. From that moment on, he’s even more devoted to you, his love unwavering as he vows to always be by your side, ready to protect you and cherish the bond you share.

Illyana Rasputin aka. Magik

- When Illyana first confronts you about the supposed betrayal, her reaction is cold and guarded. She’s been through a lot and has learned not to trust easily, so the idea that you might have betrayed her strikes a raw nerve. She doesn’t raise her voice, but her gaze is piercing and demanding, her words biting. She insists on knowing the truth, her distrust palpable as she refuses to let her guard down.

- As you try to defend yourself, Illyana remains silent but intense, her expression unreadable. Though she hears you out, her experiences in Limbo have made her skeptical, and her inner walls go up even higher. She doesn’t easily show her emotions, but a flicker of hurt crosses her face, though she quickly hides it. Her eyes, however, reflect the turmoil within as she struggles to decide whether to believe you.

- After the confrontation, Illyana keeps her distance, often disappearing into Limbo for hours or even days at a time. She’s afraid of letting herself be vulnerable, and in her mind, withdrawing is easier than facing her feelings. She immerses herself in her magic, and whenever you do see her, she’s even colder than usual, her demeanor icy and unapproachable.

- When the mind control fades, Illyana realizes with a rush of guilt and anger that she was manipulated. The thought that someone else got inside her head, made her doubt you, infuriates her. Illyana isn’t one to let go of a grudge, and she’s determined to track down the person responsible for the manipulation. However, before she does, she knows she needs to make things right with you.

- Apologizing doesn’t come easily to Illyana, but she tries, albeit a bit awkwardly. She’s not used to showing vulnerability, and her words are hesitant, as if she’s afraid of getting hurt again. Her apology is short, and she fumbles a little, admitting she let her own fears cloud her judgment. It’s clear that this is difficult for her, but she genuinely wants to make amends.

- To make it up to you, Illyana decides to take you to a part of Limbo that only she knows—a peaceful area untouched by darkness. She wants you to see a side of her world that she’s rarely shown anyone, as a way of rebuilding the trust she feels she broke. In her own quiet, intense way, she shows you that she values you deeply and regrets ever doubting you.

- When you forgive her, a rare smile appears on Illyana’s face. She takes your hand, her grip surprisingly gentle, and promises to never doubt you again. From that moment, her walls soften a little more, and she becomes even more fiercely protective of you, determined not to let anyone or anything come between you again.

Warren Worthington III aka. Angel

- Warren’s reaction to the supposed infidelity is a mixture of heartbreak and anger. He confronts you with a painful intensity, his usually calm and confident demeanor shaken. He’s direct but emotional, asking how you could betray him when he’s always been so open with you. His wings twitch with agitation, mirroring the turmoil he feels inside as he searches your face for answers.

- As you try to explain, Warren crosses his arms and listens, his blue eyes narrowed in hurt and skepticism. He wants to believe you, but his trust has been shaken. His history with betrayal and rejection makes this even harder for him, and it’s clear that he’s struggling to reconcile his love for you with the doubt gnawing at him. He holds himself back, almost like he’s trying to protect his heart from further pain.

- After the confrontation, Warren becomes distant and withdrawn. He spends long hours flying alone, seeking solitude in the sky where he feels free and unburdened. Around the mansion, he’s quieter than usual, a shadow of his usual confident self, as he tries to process the hurt. He avoids looking at you, and whenever you’re nearby, he keeps his wings folded tightly, as if to shield himself.

- When the mind control lifts, Warren is overcome with a wave of guilt and relief. The realization that he was tricked into doubting you makes him feel sick, and he’s furious at whoever did this to him. His anger quickly turns inward, as he berates himself for not seeing through the manipulation sooner. The first thing he wants to do is find you and make things right.

- Warren’s apology is heartfelt and genuine. He approaches you with an earnest expression, his wings slightly drooped in a sign of vulnerability. He’s visibly distressed, admitting he made a terrible mistake and asking for your forgiveness. His voice is soft and remorseful, as he promises that he’ll never let doubt cloud his feelings for you again.

- To make it up to you, Warren arranges a surprise getaway—a scenic flight to a secluded spot where he’s set up a beautiful picnic. He wants to remind you of how special you are to him, and he goes out of his way to make the moment perfect. It’s his way of showing how deeply he cares for you and how much he regrets ever doubting you.

- When you forgive him, Warren’s entire demeanor brightens. He pulls you into a warm embrace, his wings wrapping around you protectively. From that moment on, he’s even more devoted to you, always going out of his way to make you feel loved and appreciated. His love is unwavering, and he’s determined to prove that nothing and no one will come between you again.

Alex Summers aka. Havok

- When Alex confronts you about the supposed betrayal, he’s visibly upset, his usual laid-back nature replaced with anger and hurt. His voice is tense as he asks you to explain, struggling to keep his emotions in check. Alex has always been one to act on impulse, and it’s clear he’s trying not to let his temper get the best of him as he questions you.

- As you try to explain, Alex’s frustration is palpable. He listens, but his arms are crossed, and he avoids looking directly at you. Trust doesn’t come easily to him, and this situation brings up all his insecurities. He wants to believe you, but he’s also deeply hurt, and his defensiveness shows as he tries to process the conflicting emotions swirling within him.

- After the confrontation, Alex becomes distant and spends more time training alone, channeling his frustration and confusion into his powers. He avoids you around the mansion, finding it easier to distract himself with intense workouts than to face his feelings. His friends notice the change in him, but he shrugs off their concern, burying his pain beneath a tough exterior.

- When the mind control lifts, Alex is filled with guilt and anger at himself for falling for the manipulation. The realization that he let someone get inside his head and make him doubt you weighs heavily on him, and he’s angry at whoever did this—but even angrier at himself for not seeing through it sooner. He immediately seeks you out, desperate to make amends.

- Alex’s apology is both awkward and heartfelt. He struggles to find the right words, his voice thick with remorse as he admits he should have trusted you. He’s not the best with apologies, but his sincerity shines through as he promises he’ll work on his trust issues. His vulnerability is clear, and he looks at you with an intensity that speaks louder than words.

- To show how much he cares, Alex takes you on a spontaneous road trip, wanting to escape from everything and spend some uninterrupted time with you. He may not be the most romantic, but he’s thoughtful in his own way, picking out spots he knows you’ll enjoy. The trip is his way of making it up to you, of showing you that you mean the world to him.

- When you forgive him, Alex is visibly relieved, a genuine smile breaking through his usually tough exterior. He pulls you into a tight hug, vowing that he’ll never let doubt cloud his love for you again. From then on, he becomes even more open with his feelings, determined to prove that you can rely on him, no matter what.

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♡ Collision Course ♡

Chapter 4: Reason Over Romance

WandaNat x [femme, innocent] Reader

Collision Course – Masterlist

Link to full fic (so far) on AO3

Story Summary:

After moving to New York, a collision while cycling sends you flying into the lives of Wanda Maximoff and her wife, Natasha Romanoff. Together, they teach you a new way of belonging and being loved.

Chapter Summary: You spend an evening with Wanda and Natasha, watching a movie. In the morning, you and Natasha have a chance to get to know each other a little better.

Word Count: 6.3k

It takes you an age to finish your dinner; you’re so restricted by the sling, the pain, and the fear of spilling your food in such sophisticated company. By the time your plate is clear Natasha has already finished her second helping, and you’ve long since stopped looking at Wanda since her encouraging smiles make you feel flustered — and therefore more at risk of missing your mouth.

“Thank you for dinner, Wanda,” you say, looking up from your plate finally. “It was really delicious.”

“You’re very welcome, darling,” Wanda replies, with a warm smile. “You did a good job getting through it; I know it can’t be easy with your shoulder.”

You bite your lip and nod, grateful that she understands.

Natasha stands up and starts stacking plates. You spring up too, eager to help.

“Don’t worry, Y/N,” Natasha tells you gently. “I’ve got it.”

“Please,” you murmur. “I’d like to help.”

You hate being injured, not just because of the need to rest (which you’ve never been very good at), but also the way it makes you feel useless. You want to be helpful. You need to feel helpful.

“Let her, Nat,” Wanda advises, and you blush at the shared look between them.

“Alright,” Natasha relents. “You can take the glasses, Y/N. Thanks.”

So you do. It’s silly really, since Wanda insists you take them one at a time again, and this makes it a slow, laborious process which Natasha could have easily averted by taking them herself. But she thanks you when you place the third glass by the sink, where she is filling a washing up bowl with warm water and bubbles.

“Is there anything else I can do?” you ask her, pivoting your feet on the shiny floor.

“Hmm…” Natasha considers, glancing between you and her wife. “You could take Wanda downstairs and pick a movie for us to watch. Just be warned: she will try to choose a rom-com and I’m trusting you to convince her otherwise.”

You can really feel that your head has been knocked today, by the amount of time it takes to process her words. When they finally sink in, you giggle quietly.

“Okay,” you whisper, and you feel your chest flutter when Natasha gives you a proper smile and a conspiratorial wink.

You feel like skipping back to Wanda, but you walk sensibly instead. She’s wiping the table, even though you don’t remember seeing any spillages. They’re so diligent, the two of them. The easy domesticity makes you feel strangely comforted. Like you fit in to their daily routine, without disruption. But then, maybe that’s just the mark of good hosts. Making the difficult seem easy.

“Um, Natasha says we should go downstairs and choose a movie,” you inform Wanda shyly.

“That’s a great idea,” Wanda hums, finishing wiping the table and gesturing with the cloth to tell you she’s just going to put it away. You watch her bring it to the sink, murmur something to Natasha as she leans in to rinse her hands, then return to you. “Alright,” she smiles, “let’s head down.”

Wanda glances back every few steps, checking you’re okay. You feel a little lighter, now that Natasha seems to be opening up and there’s a clear plan for the evening. It’s good that you won’t have to talk much; you like being able to spend time with people without the pressure of chatting all the time. Especially now, when your thoughts can’t seem to form proper sentences.

You hover by the sofa downstairs, wanting Wanda to sit first so you can gauge where you ought to go. But she seems to be waiting for you.

“Do you want to sit on that side again?” she asks, nodding towards the far right end, where you fell asleep earlier. You shrug noncommittally, sort of wishing she would make the decision for you, so you wouldn’t have to think.

“Okay, well I think you should sit there,” Wanda ponders aloud, “because it seemed to be better for your shoulder before, hm?”

You hesitate, then nod in agreement.

“You know, sweetheart, it’s okay to tell us what you think, and what you prefer,” Wanda tells you quietly. You blush, and shrink in on yourself.

“I - I know,” you stammer. You’re staring at the floor but still, you can feel Wanda analysing you.

“Is it just hard, at the moment?” she asks gently.

Your teeth take hold of your bottom lip, stopping it from wobbling. You nod.

“Hey, that’s okay,” Wanda approaches, and places a hand on your good shoulder. “We can help you out, then. You just let us know if you’re ever uncomfortable, alright?” With her free hand, she cups your chin and adds a gentle upwards pressure, encouraging you to look up. When you do, you see her expectant face, soft and watchful. You sense that she wants you to respond, to demonstrate you have understood.

“Okay,” you whisper. “I - I can do that.”

She beams at you. “Good girl. Now, let’s get comfy and choose something to watch before Natasha comes down and has chance to take over.”

You sit at the same time as her, head reeling from her soothing praise and the way she moved on so swiftly, preventing it from truly landing. She’s sitting so close to you too, and she’s moved her right hand to take your left, while she presses on the remote with her other hand. You watch in a daze as she pulls up Netflix and navigates to her list.

“Anything you suggest?” Wanda asks, turning to you intermittently. “These are all films I haven’t seen yet, but want to watch.”

Your eyes strain to make out the images and words. Wanda must see you squinting, because she slows down her scrolling to allow you to process the options. When you see a film you know and like, your eyes must show recognition, because Wanda stops her button-pressing and tilts her head at you.

“This one?”

You look between her and the TV screen, fidgeting slightly at the realisation she can read you so easily.

“I like it. It’s a bit sad, though… The director, Joe Wright — he made Pride and Prejudice and Hanna too.” The words come out easily, without pre-planning or any kind of filter. You blush at the unintended monologue, when a simple nod could have sufficed.

“Was that the Pride and Prejudice with Keira Knightley?” Wanda asks, and this time you manage to contain yourself to a nod. “Oh, I love that film! I’ve not seen Hanna though, is that good too?”

Again you nod, but you’re smiling now, feeling a little safer after her enthusiastic response.

Wanda pulls up Atonement, but makes sure to pause it so that Natasha won’t miss any. She’s stroking your hand gently with her thumb, and it’s making you sink into the cushions behind you, finally relaxing again.

“So, who’s in Hanna?” Wanda enquires, keeping the conversation going easily, despite your reticence. You swallow, and focus on both locating the answer in your brain, and refining it into a measured response.

“Saoirse Ronan and Cate Blanchett,” you say quietly, leaving out the other names which popped into your head. “It’s like, an action-y spy thriller.”

You shut down then, feeling you’ve said too much as a product of the concussion and the painkillers. You’re probably not even talking as coherently as you think. Wanda’s interested expression and conversational openers were most likely just polite gestures to pass the time in your company.

Natasha appears in the doorway, a welcome distraction from your ramblings.

“Picked something?” she asks as she swans in and launches herself onto the sofa on Wanda’s other side.

“Yes,” Wanda says, opening her arm and wrapping it round Natasha’s shoulders. Their bodies entwine effortlessly, like they’re drawn together with magnets. “Y/N recommended this one.”

Natasha leans forward to meet your gaze.

“Rom-com?” she asks, raising her left eyebrow meaningfully. Your lips quiver into a smile as you shake your head adamantly. “Good,” Natasha sighs, then she gives you another subtle wink.

Wanda presses play and leans back, continuing to stroke your hand very gently. You try to steady your breathing and ignore the touch and the tantalising closeness of your bodies, as well as the gentle display of affection between Natasha and Wanda’s connected forms.

It’s strange, watching a film you’ve seen before in their company, and getting to witness the way they respond. Wanda is overt in her reactions: sharp intakes of breath, furrowed eyebrows and scandalised glances at you whenever there is a twist. You only see Natasha in brief glimpses, since she’s mostly obscured by Wanda. But she seems, predictably, impassive throughout. That is, until the long-take scene of Dunkirk beach.

You’re set off, as always, by the horses being shot. Wanda turns to you and squeezes your hand sympathetically when she spots the silent tears. She joins you soon enough, affected by the swelling music and the scenes of destruction. But it’s not until it cuts to inside, when Natasha clears her throat, that you get to see the effect on her.

“I’ll go and make drinks,” she announces, and Wanda pauses the film in acknowledgement. “Y/N, do you want anything?”

You look up and see that her cheeks remain dry, but her eyes look a little misty. You wriggle your hand out of Wanda’s so you can wipe the tears out of your own.

“Um, I’m okay, I think. Thank you though.”

Natasha cocks her head and scans you, like she’s deciding for herself.

“Are you sure? I’m going to grab myself a beer, and make a peppermint tea for Wanda…”

“Yes please, my love,” Wanda cuts in gratefully. Natasha smiles cockily at her, seemingly proud of her intuition.

“…so it’s no bother. I could also get you a juice, or soda?” Natasha gives these options easily, but it’s hard for you to process, let alone make a choice. You’ve never been good at making decisions at the best of times, so it’s really no wonder you’re struggling now. Wanda strokes some hair out your face and tucks it behind your ear. It’s a sweet gesture, but it makes you blush and stops your brain computing for an additional couple of seconds.

“Maybe, could I get a peppermint tea as well, please?” you ask finally.

Natasha nods.

“Of course. You relax ladies, I’ll be back with you momentarily.” She gives a little bow before she leaves, and you giggle at the unexpected silliness coming from such a serious-seeming person as Natasha.

“She always does this…” Wanda tells you confidentially, as Natasha disappears into the little pantry adjoining the living room, “…leaves when she catches feelings during a movie. Nat tries her best to hide it, but she’s really a certified softie.”

You let out a tiny giggle at the disclosure, and pull your feet up onto the sofa, crossing your legs beneath you.

Wanda turns on the sofa, mirroring your movements so she’s sitting cross-legged next to you, regarding you with a studious look.

“How are you doing, sweetheart?” she asks, serious all of a sudden. “Is this okay for you, us all sitting together and watching a movie? It’s not too much, is it?”

Looking at Wanda’s eyebrows slightly knitted together, it occurs to you that she’s worried, concerned that she’s approaching this all wrong. You don’t want her to feel bad or guilty about anything she’s doing, because although your head spins from the kindness and their close way of interacting with you, you wouldn’t reject it in your wildest dreams. Keen to assuage her worries, you shake your head quickly. Then nod ever so slightly, confused about which question you are answering, and which gesture is required. Realising your non-verbal response is only intensifying the frown she wears, you force yourself to find words amongst the fog in your head.

“I’m okay. It’s nice, being with you. I feel…” you search for the right word, somewhat regretting the sentence you’ve set up, since you now need to identify a description which is the right level of honest in depicting how you are feeling. Finally, you settle on one word; truthful and all-encompassing. “Safe.”

Wanda reaches out with both hands and encases your left hand between her palms, wrapping her fingers protectively around you.

“I’m glad,” she replies, her voice hushed, her lips curled in a smile of relief. “I want you to feel safe here. Just… let me or Nat know if it gets too much, if you need space. Can you do that for me, sweetheart?”

You nod earnestly, glad you can give her this confirmation, this commitment in return. But really, will it ever be too much? Despite everything they’ve already done for you, there’s a shameful part of you that’s still left wanting, yearning for more.

Natasha returns with a mug in each hand. When she spots your positions, facing each other on the sofa with Wanda’s hand wrapped around yours, there’s an odd expression that comes over her face. Something, you think with trepidation, rather like suspicion. Under the guise of preparing for the tea, you tug your hand gently away from Wanda’s grasp and start turning your body around. She lets you go at the first hint of your movement, making you wonder if she, too, feels a little caught by Natasha’s prompt return. When Natasha places a mug on the coffee table in front of you, you murmur a thanks without looking up, too ashamed to show her the colour of your cheeks.

“Just be careful,” she warns. “It’stoo soon to be drinking it just yet.”

You glance up, and see that she’s not looking at you, but instead at Wanda. Fixing her with a meaningful look which has you worried, scared that you’ve crossed a line. But Wanda sees you looking, and smiles reassuringly at you as Natasha returns to the pantry. You bite your lip and stare at your knees, waiting self-consciously for Natasha to bring her beer back and enable the film to proceed, and everyone’s attention to leave you.

It takes longer than you expect, but you persist in your determined downward gaze. When Natasha re-emerges, you listen to her footsteps approach, anticipating the sound of her body sinking into the sofa. But instead, the next sounds you hear are of multiple hard objects being placed on the coffee table. You flicker your eyes up slightly, to see her beer on the far side of the table, a big bowl of popcorn in the middle, and a stack of bowls beside.

“Popcorn?” Natasha asks, leaning forward once she’s sat down so she can catch your eyes. You look up sheepishly, scared to meet her gaze but more afraid of appearing rude. She seems curious rather than annoyed; when you hesitate, she continues calmly, as if trying to put you at ease. “It’s a mix of sweet and salty. I hope that’s okay.”

“Excellent,” Wanda says approvingly, setting an example by shuffling forward to the edge of the sofa and grabbing a bowl. “Do you want some, Y/N?”

“Yes please,” you whisper, shuffling forward too. “Thanks, Natasha,” you add, forcing yourself to look over at her again to give her a grateful smile, which feels rather wobbly on your lips. She smiles back though, making you feel a little better.

“You’re welcome. Dig in.”

Wanda passes a bowl to you, which you set in your lap before reaching for the popcorn. She lifts the big bowl closer to aid you, letting you grab a measured handful closer to your bowl, reducing the risk of spilling. Once Natasha has grabbed some too, Wanda checks both of you at her side, then presses play. You shuffle back to lean against the sofa cushion again, feeling your heart thudding through your chest, heartbeat still not settled since the strange moment when Natasha returned from the kitchen. You try to distract yourself with the film and the tea and the popcorn, but it takes ages to redirect your attention from the anxious thoughts. At some point, Wanda’s hand moves to rest on your bouncing knee, calming it with a gentle touch.

“Sorry,” you whisper, embarrassed by your fidgeting.

“It’s alright, sweetheart,” she reassures you. “Do you need anything? I can pause the film if you like?”

Your embarrassment intensifies at this, her unspoken implication of what you might be needing, but not expressing.

“No, it’s okay — I just fidget sometimes, without realising. I’ll stop.”

Wanda opens her mouth to reply, but then closes it again. She gives your knee a gentle pat, then removes her hand back to her lap. You feel like your leg has been staked into the ground now; you daren’t move it again for fear of further assumptions.

Eventually you fall back into the film, getting caught in the plot and the passive enjoyment of sneaking glances at Wanda and Natasha’s reactions to the twists, to the drama of it all. Wanda blurts out her emotions, letting out strangled sounds when it gets too much, whereas Natasha merely becomes more stern-looking and tense in her seat, like she’s trying not to react to the gut-wrenching events of the film.

When it finally finishes and the credits begin to roll, there’s a silence amongst the three of you. You wait, nervous to know how your recommendation was received since you feel responsible for the emotional rollercoaster it has put them through.

“Well, I’ve got to give it to you, kid,” Natasha says, looking straight ahead and running a hand through her hair. “That was the opposite of a rom-com.”

You watch her, trying to see her face and ascertain whether this is a joke, or a veiled criticism of your film choice. You’re relieved when she turns and gives you a wry grin, one eyebrow raised.

“I enjoyed it, Y/N,” she tells you, perhaps seeing the worry in your expression. “Good choice.”

You smile back shyly, squirming a little at the attention and the positive feedback.

“Yes, it was good,” Wanda agrees. “But I think I’m owed something feel-good next time, Natasha. No more influencing Y/N to pick sad movies — my heart can’t take it.” She clutches her chest dramatically at this, but grins at you too so you can see she harbours no ill feelings over the film choice either.

Settling back into the sofa cushions, you watch as Wanda finishes her tea and Natasha grabs another handful of popcorn. They chat a little more about the film, sharing their observations, but you’re only half listening as your body relaxes and emits a yawn.

Wanda turns to you, and smiles in a particularly soft way.

“Hmm, I think it’s time someone gets ready for bed,” she suggests gently, checking her watch. “You’re due some more painkillers around about now too, sweetheart. I’ll come up with you and help you get sorted.”

You don’t argue, because you do feel exhausted and it would be good to get some painkillers in now, before the rising pain begins to swell. So when Wanda stands up and offers her hand, you take it without hesitation and let her help you up.

“Goodnight, Y/N,” Natasha says, looking up as she grabs the remote for the TV. “Oh — it might help to have a pillow on your side, to stop you rolling over that way. It saved me a lot of bother with my collarbone when I figured that out.”

You blink, trying to comprehend this but struggling to understand the mechanics of what she is describing in your tired state.

“Don’t worry, darling,” Wanda reassures you. “I know what she means; I’ll sort you out.”

You nod at Wanda, then give Natasha a bashful smile.

“Goodnight,” you whisper. She smiles back at you, then turns to the TV, changing the input source and grabbing a PS5 controller from the shelf beneath the coffee table.

Wanda leads you out and up the stairs, her gentle pull against your hand an anchor in this strange scenario. Your exhaustion is making you process everything a little differently; maybe now that the day is nearing an end you are finally able to reflect on it properly, and realise how bizarre recent events have been. Today you’ve been hit by a truck, had your bike destroyed, broken your collarbone, and basically been adopted into the care of two kind, generous — gorgeous — older women. Everything has moved so fast and so slow all at once.

“Are all your toiletries in the bathroom already?” Wanda asks, pulling you out of your thoughts. You find yourself on the landing of the top floor, Wanda hovering outside the door to the bathroom. You nod, not feeling able or willing to speak just now. She smiles at you, almost knowingly, but doesn’t move for a few seconds. You’re not sure why. She’s not letting go of your hand, and you certainly don’t want to let go of hers.

“Okay,” she whispers, almost to herself. And then she leads you in, guiding you to sit on the edge of the bath. You sit without question — or even confusion. You’re just there, now. Listening to her movements. Waiting for her next instruction. She seems to be taking her time. Or maybe that’s you, struggling to keep up with the concussion? You’re not sure.

“Darling, can I help you wash your face?” Wanda asks, placing a hand on your left shoulder. You tilt your head sleepily to the side, then nod. She responds to this with a gentle squeeze, then she moves away to the sink, retrieving a facecloth from the cabinet and wetting it with liquid from some bottle.

She’s so gentle, wiping away the makeup and dirt that remains on your face, and warning you before reaching your chin that it might hurt there, where it is grazed. It stings a little, but her gentle hushing sounds makes it easier to tolerate.

Your eyes feel droopy now, and you let them flutter, not bothering to hide your exhaustion. You want to lean against Wanda’s arm but she withdraws, making you open your eyes to see where she is gone. She’s holding your toothbrush out to you, toothpaste already squeezed on it, and she encourages you to brush your teeth a bit. You do, even though you hate it, and would gladly forego this part of the routine tonight. The texture feels worse when you are this tired, and you feel the goosebumps spreading down your arms at the sensation of the bristles bending and scraping against your teeth and gums. Disgusting as always, but you’re doing it for Wanda tonight.

When you can bear no more, you step over to the sink and spit out the toothpaste, trying not to look at your bedraggled reflection in the mirror.

“Good job,” Wanda praises you, turning the icy shivers into warm tingles. “Now, I’m going to go get your medication and a glass of water to wash it down. Can you go to the toilet, and meet me in your room when you’re ready?”

You’re past the point of being embarrassed now, so you just nod pliantly at her request, like it’s the most normal thing in the world to be directed like this.

Wanda smiles, gives you a pat on your good shoulder, then leaves.

It shouldn’t take long to go to the toilet and return to your room, but the process is such an upheaval now with only your non-dominant hand and your wobbly state of consciousness that by the time you’ve finished and made it across the landing, Wanda is already waiting in the doorway of your bedroom, holding the pill bottle and a glass of water. As you come in, she places the glass on the wall shelf and then shakes one pill out the bottle, before handing it to you. You take it, drop it in your mouth and push it to the back with a swallowing motion, readying it to be washed down with the glass of water she hands to you next. You gulp down some water — and with it the medication — grimacing despite your best efforts. Wanda takes the glass from you then, and delivers it to the bedside table so it’s there if you need it in the night. She also places down the pill bottle, leaving the lid unscrewed and balancing on top.

“Don’t take any more unless you wake up after three, and need another,” she tells you. But then she studies your face, and seems to doubt your reliability. “If you’re confused, you can come downstairs and get me. Anytime of the night, wake me up if you need. Natasha too. We’re here for you.”

You smile serenely at this, not really paying it much heed. You’re so ready to collapse into bed now.

“Do you want to change into anything else?” Wanda asks, observing your clothing. You’re still in the joggers you put on earlier and the t-shirt Wanda helped you into. This will do fine. You’ll shimmy off the joggers under the covers once Wanda is gone. You can’t bear to wear anything other than underwear on your legs at night, but you’re not quite gone enough that you’ll strip in her presence. So you shake your head and focus in on trying to undo your watch from your left wrist, attempting to undo with strap with the fingers of your right hand without jarring your shoulder. Wanda intervenes at once, gently taking over, removing it from your wrist then placing it on the bedside table.

“Okay,” Wanda smiles. “Let’s get you sorted then, and try out Nat’s trick.”

She opens the duvet cover to let you slide in, and you manoeuvre with some difficulty into the bed with one arm. Once you’ve slid over, responding to Wanda’s gestures, she positions a cushion to your right side, so there’s a barrier preventing you rolling onto the sling.

“There,” she says. “Comfortable?”

Not really, you think. Wearing the sling is horrid, and you wish your joggers were off already, but this will do for now. So you nod amicably, and let her gently drape the duvet back over you.

“Well, goodnight, Y/N,” Wanda says quietly. “Sleep well. And get me if you need anything, okay?”

You nod again, since she seems to need the reassurance more than you. Your eyes are fluttering so much that you doubt you’ll wake at all before morning, once you’ve drifted off. Even the ache in your collarbone is nothing to the exhaustion settled into your skeleton.

“Goodnight,” you whisper, as she leaves. She gives you one last smile as she closes the curtains over, then she turns the light off and closes the door over, not quite fully.

You let a few moments pass, hearing the receding sound of her footsteps, before you wriggle your joggers off and kick them down the bed. Now, at last, you are ready to sleep.

———

The night slips by with nothing of note to report; you remember no dreams when you wake, and you know only the stabbing pains in your shoulder and the throbbing ache throughout your body that let you know the painkillers have well and truly left your system. You groan as it overwhelms you, like a morning song of pain, it commandeers your senses entirely. Dragging yourself into a seated position, you grab the pill bottle beside you and shake it out onto the duvet cover over your lap. You take a pill from the spillage and throw it into your mouth before gulping water from the glass and swallowing it down so hastily that you splutter.

Once it’s swallowed and the pressure in your throat recedes a little, you tidy up the mess by balancing the bottle in the recession between your legs and returning the poured out pills into their receptacle. Then you place it back on the bedside table, leaving the lid balancing on top just as Wanda did.

You remember her guidance suddenly, and you grab your watch from the side to check the time. Twenty four minutes past six. Okay. You just need to remember that now, for calculating the doses later. Maybe you can manage that. You feel a little clearer than yesterday already. Particularly compared to last night. You shudder, trying to ward away the memories of how you behaved before bed, too scared to examine them. Trying to distract yourself, you focus on

Maybe you should head downstairs? You’ve run out of water and you can still feel the acidic burn of the pill in your gullet. Something to eat or drink would help a lot, right now.

You faff about a while, changing your underwear but pulling on the same joggers from yesterday, since you’d rather wear something comfy than clean at this point. Also, you feel a bit gross from the lack of showering and clean trousers won’t resolve that issue. And besides, you have no hope of changing your t-shirt with one functioning arm and half of your torso rigid with self-protective stiffness. So this dishevelled getup will have to do.

You briefly visit the toilet before heading downstairs, though you decide to delay brushing your teeth until later. Small blessing, today.

The floor below is very quiet, and though the door to Wanda and Natasha’s room is slightly ajar, you can’t tell whether this means they are awake, or if it was simply left open in case you needed to call upon their assistance during the night. So you don’t linger; you head down one more flight, making for the kitchen.

When you reach the bottom of the next set of stairs, you are greeted by a soft, warm presence that wraps around your legs familiarly.

“Hey, Mayakovsky,” you whisper, stooping down with difficulty, resolving to endure the pain in order to greet him as he deserves. You are careful to offer him the same hello as yesterday, extending a closed fist with one outstretched finger for him to boop and rub against, before attempting a stroke. He lets you, purring loudly and meowing his acceptance. “It’s good to see you too,” you tell him, feeling his purrs disarm some of the pain coursing through you.

Mayakovsky gives you one last firm rub of his head against your leg, before walking over to the kitchen, turning round and meowing to maintain your attention. You see Natasha leaning over the kitchen counter, elbows resting on the marble and a steaming mug cupped between her hands. She’s watching you intently, apparently pondering your appearance. You cringe slightly at the realisation that she’s witnessed the whole interaction, seen you chatting to her deaf cat and grimacing in pain as you contorted to stroke him.

You follow Mayakovsky a little hesitantly now, greeting Natasha with an awkward smile. Her hair looks damp, like she’s just had a shower, but she’s in comfy clothes, which you assume isn’t what she will wear to work today (if, indeed, she is working today — you’re too shy to ask her any details about this).

“Good morning,” you murmur, feeling like you’re walking in on her private time, disturbing her peace.

“Morning,” she says, sipping her coffee then allowing you a small smile. “Did you sleep okay?”

You nod. “Yeah, I slept through, actually. I think I was pretty tired.”

“No wonder,” she says, lifting her elbows off the counter and standing up to her full height. She lets go of her mug with one hand and slides a document of a few A4 pages across the counter towards you. “Here, for you.”

You step forward cautiously, then spin the paper to face you. The title reads “Broken Collarbone Rehabilitation”, and you see a chunk of text, followed by an image with a description of a particular shoulder movement.

“It’s just some exercises which helped me recover when I broke mine,” Natasha explains offhandedly. Then she leaves her mug on the counter, and begins to turn, throwing a question over her shoulder. “Coffee?”

“Thank you,” you say, looking up and smiling gratefully. Her thoughtful offering touches you, makes you feel seen and — in part — accepted. “And, um, yes please. To coffee.”

She nods neutrally, and makes her way to the coffee machine in the corner. You pull out a stool and start to sit down, before Mayakovsky’s plaintive meowing distracts you.

“Ignore him,” Natasha advises. “He’s just hoping he can convince you to give him a second breakfast.”

You smile, and regard Mayakovsky with an apologetic look as you sit down. He quickly gives up when you turn your attention to the exercises Natasha has printed out, and scurries off towards the staircase, heading down when he reaches it. You see the door to the balcony is closed and assume he’s off to use the cat-flap downstairs, in the hopes of finding more food outside.

The exercises Natasha has printed out are sorted into stages, with the first set being advised to start from a few days post-accident. Still, you give the first an attempt, a gentle neck roll to the side of the injured collarbone. You hiss as you try it, finding it a lot more painful than you hoped.

“Easy,” Natasha chuckles, turning round to see you. “If I knew you’d be so gung-ho about it, I would have saved it until next week. Wanda will kill me if she thinks I’m encouraging you to exert yourself.”

You grin bashfully, sliding the paper away a little to show you’re going to hold off for a little while longer.

“Are you always up this early?” you ask, surprising yourself a little by the sudden confidence.

Natasha nods. “I like to get up early to train. Also, I’m kind of stuck with it now - that menace of a cat has realised it’s possible to get his breakfast at 5:30 and he will not stop meowing outside our door if I’m even five minutes late for his lordship.”

You giggle, imagining Natasha berating Mayakovsky for his manners in the morning, when they’re all alone.

“Espresso or Americano?” Natasha asks, reverting back to the coffee chat.

“A-americano please,” you request, still finding it difficult to keep up with her tendency to swing between her serious, task-oriented self and her more silly, humorous side. She nods, and presses another button on the machine, prompting more hot water to dribble out into the mug.

“What are you training for?” you ask, hoping this is a good question to ask to get Natasha to open up a little more.

“Nothing in particular,” she says, still watching the mug. “Partly I need to stay fit for work, partly I just enjoy it.” You’re just wondering whether it would be appropriate to ask what she does for work, now that she’s brought it up, when she diverts the conversation again. “Milk?”

“Um, a little, yes please.” There’s something about the efficient way she moves the mug to the counter and takes the milk out the fridge that makes you think that any more work chat has been relegated to off-limits again. So you don’t say any more, until she passes the mug of coffee over to you. “Thank you.”

Natasha nods in lieu of a “you’re welcome”, a habit of hers you’re beginning to pick up on. Like she feels uncomfortable being thanked, and prefers to move on swiftly.

“Do you cycle a lot?” she asks, surprising you a little that she is initiating further conversation with you. Maybe she does just find new people a bit challenging, like Wanda said? You resolve to try not to let her stiffness get to you today, and to notice the warm moments rather than the chilly ones.

“Just to commute, really. I did some mountain biking with my Dad as a kid, but I’ve never really got the chance to do any as an adult. I’d like to, though.”

“Hmm, yes, it seems like it could be fun,” Natasha considers aloud, returning to her spot but pulling out a stool this time so she can sit.

You sip your coffee, holding back from asking more questions, or adding more detail to your answer. You want to fit in with Natasha’s morning as much as possible, not disrupt it.

“Do you do any other sports?” she asks, tapping her nails quietly on the side of her mug. Your instant thought is that she’s bored, but then you try to re-examine your interpretation, and remind yourself not to jump to conclusions today.

“I run a bit,” you say shyly, deciding to keep it vague. Natasha nods approvingly.

“Have you ever done any martial arts?”

You frown, wondering if this is the kind of training she does. Shaking your head honestly, you tilt your head in the hopes she’ll offer more information. You’re in luck.

“You should learn how to fight, when your shoulder is better. It will help strengthen it. Boxing, or Muay Thai, they’d be good for rehabbing it later on.”

“Could you teach me?” you blurt out, immediately regretting your boldness, even before Natasha fixes you with a particular look. You feel the blush overcoming your face, and dart your eyes down to your coffee. “Sorry, I…”

“Maybe,” Natasha says, very quietly. When you look up, mainly to determine whether you actually heard that word or if she’s still staring at you in that discerning way, you see she’s standing up again, making her way to the cupboard. But just when you feel the temptation to run back upstairs taking hold of your legs, she turns back to you, looking calm and entirely unperturbed.

“Hungry?” she asks, and you feel relief wash over you at the welcome diversion, the opportunity to distract from your impulsive thoughts spoken aloud.

Author's Note: I really hope you enjoyed this! I'm slowly adding the chapters to Tumblr but I'm very behind - at present (1st June 2025) I have 15 chapters published on AO3 but I'm only just posting this on Tumblr. If you have access to AO3 and don't want to wait, you can read more here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/62001889/chapters/158556517

Thank you for reading! ♡

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myfictionaldreams · 22 days ago

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hiiiii, this is my first time ever doing a request and you’re my favourite fanfic writer ever so I thought I’d give it a go…

Would you ever write for Bucky x reader x Wanda? It’s been my dream to read something with this dynamic forever and I feel like if anyone could do it it’s you💚

I’m a sucker for hurt/comfort so was thinking maybe something along the lines of them helping the reader through a sub drop after a particularly intense sesh…

Obviously no pressure and I just want to say again how much I love your work!!!

⁀➷ Soft Place to Land // Wanda/Bucky x F!Reader

Summary: When your emotions spiral, Bucky and Wanda remind you what it means to be truly seen and cared for.

Requested by: This was fun to write, and I haven't written Bucky/Wanda before! Thank you for the request xx

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, angst, fluff, subdrop (!), anxiety, comfort, threesome (f/f/m), multiple orgasm, restrained, squirting, creampie, aftercare

Words: 2.7k

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There were days when you could happily skip along without a care in the world. But then there were also those days when your brain wouldn’t slow down, and your skin felt too tight. Everything buzzed just beneath the surface, every sound too sharp, every silence too loud and suffocating. You’d barely spoken all day, just continued with the mundane tasks in a haze of anxiety and self-pressure you couldn’t explain.

By the time you stepped into the apartment, you felt like you might snap in half if anyone looked at you too closely as you sloppily removed your shoes into a messy pile by the door.

“Hi, sweetheart,” Wanda greeted softly from the kitchen, holding a mug in her hands. She tilted her head, the auburn shift in her hair tumbling over her shoulder as she studied you. “Rough day?”

You nod, too tired to do much more. You didn’t trust your voice not to crack. Before you can process anything else, arms wrap around your waist from behind. Warm, solid arms, one flesh and one cool metal.

“Hey, baby,” Bucky murmurs, pressing his lips gently to the crown of your head. His smell instantly consumed you, all leather and cologne. “You didn’t text.”

“Didn’t want to bother you,” you say in a breathy, quiet voice, resting back against his chest, already seeking the comfort you had been anxious to pursue.

He snorted, his arms tightening. “You never bother me. That brain of yours playing tricks again, Doll?”

You nod, swallowing the thick lump that had formed in your throat. It felt silly. Nothing specific had happened, but everything felt wrong. You didn’t know how to explain it without sounding like a mess.

Wanda crossed the room quietly, setting the mug down before cupping your face in both hands as you fight the tears threatening to spill. “Do you want words or quiet?”

Sniffing, you grip onto her wrists, needing further touch to ground you. “Quiet, please.” You say it in a barely audible whisper.

“Come here,” She tugs gently on your hand and guides you to the couch, Bucky following, sitting beside you while Wanda curls into your other side, a thick cream blanket thrown over your lap.

The three of you fit together like a puzzle piece. Bucky with his cooler hand resting on your thigh beneath the blanket, his thumb rubbing slow comforting circles whilst Wanda lay her head against your shoulder, her fingers lightly tracing shapes along your arm.

For a while, no one spoke. It gave you the much-needed break just to breathe. The warmth and comfort were enough to have the overwhelming need to cry, to ease until you’re able to take a deep breath without the lump in your throat.

“You don’t have to do everything alone, y’know,” Bucky said eventually, turning into your body further to kiss your cheek. “You’ve got two train professionals in comfort right here.”

That coaxed a tiny laugh out of you, which earned a smile from both of your lovers.

“You don’t have to be perfect to be loved either, if you need a break from the world, just call. What’s the point in having two hero partners if we can’t get you out of work when you ask?” Wanda adds, her voice a soft hum against your neck.

Your body melts into them further, your chest easing a little more.

“Let us take care of you tonight,” Bucky insisted, squeezing your thigh. “No pressure. Just us. You don’t have to think at all.”

Wanda’s fingers slipped under the hem of your shirt, gliding over your warm skin. “We’ll take it slow. Let your mind go quiet.”

That promise sent a shiver down your spine. You didn’t know how they did it, how they always seemed to know what you needed. But in their arms, the edges dulled. You didn’t need to explain or present; they always knew everything about you.

By the time they got you to the bedroom, the tension in your body had gone soft. You weren’t trembling anymore – but you weren’t steady either. You were clay in their hands, breath hitching as Bucky tugged your shirt over your head and Wanda unfastened your bra with deft fingers.

They were being purposefully careful, almost like you were something precious.

“Lie back, baby,” Bucky encourages whilst brushing a kiss over your jaw. “We’ve got you.”

You obeyed without a word, lying back on the soft duvet as Wanda climbed up beside you. She leaned down to kiss you, slow and deep, with her soft lips brushing against yours. Her hand slipping into your hair, anchoring you, her nails gently scratching against your scalp. Her lips tasted like honey and coffee, and something darker, something dangerous in the best way.

When she pulled back, Bucky was already kneeling between your legs, his metal hand stroking slowly along your sensitive inner thigh until your legs opened in response.

“Colour?” he asked, voice low but serious as he began to lower onto his knees.

Meeting his intense blue eyes, you say, “Green.”

“Good girl.”

Your breath audibly hitched at his words.

Wanda smirked slightly and looked down at you from where she rested on her fist. “Let go, beautiful,” she insisted whilst trailing her fingertips down your torso. “You’ve been holding yourself too tight all day. We’re going to pull it out of you.”

Bucky eased your underwear down slowly. “Spread for us, Doll. Let us see how pretty you are.”

You did. Then your ack arched as you gasped as Bucky’s mouth descends to your pussy without warning. Hot, steady and overwhelming. Hungry. Wanda kissed your exposed neck as you writhed, whispering praises into your skin.

“So sweet for us. So wet already. She missed this, didn’t she, Bucky?”

“God, yes,” Bucky growled against your clit. “Look at her already shaking.”

You couldn’t stop moaning and whimpering their names. Your fingers reached for something - anything - until Wanda caught them gently and laced them with hers.

“You don’t have to hold on or ask permission. Fall, we’ll catch you, Sweetheart.”

Your orgasm hit too fast, too hard, your hips bucking desperately as Bucky sucked your clit throughout. But he didn’t stop, in fact, he added two warm fingers, curling them in time with the pulsing of your cunt.

“Bucky, wait– I can’t–”

“Yes, you can,” he said, voice assertive and dominant. “You're going to come again for me, for Wanda, aren’t you?”

You couldn’t answer as your eyes shut as the overwhelming sensation eased and was replaced by that beautiful pleasure building and building in your abdomen.

Wanda sweetly kisses your temple. “Don’t be afraid of what you feel. Give in to it, let it all go.”

As Bucky continued to move his fingers in out expertly and as his mouth works your clit, your thighs quaked. You sobbed into Wanda’s shoulder, overwhelmed already. She held you, continuing to talk you through it. “That’s it. I know it’s a lot, it might even hurt a little, but focus on that good feeling.”

The second orgasm slammed into you, and you cried out. Messy, sloppy noises came from between your legs as you squirted over Bucky’s face, unable to control your body. But they didn’t stop.

With one last lick up the length of your cunt, Bucky pulled away only long enough to slide up beside you and kiss you hard, tasting yourself on his wet lips. “One more,” he grunted. “You’ve got one more in you, I know you do.”

“I–I can’t–”

“You can,” Wanda interrupts your pathetic moans, her voice soft and hypnotic. With a simple wave of her fingers, red shadows formed knots around your wrists, easing them above your head as she used her powers to hold you to the bed. “Let us take control. You’ve done enough.”

You whimpers, tears blurring your vision, but you didn’t say no. Didn’t want to say no because you wanted them to look after you.

Bucky rolled you onto your side, thigh resting high on his waist and eases his throbbing cock inside you slowly, groaning at the tight head. You arched, overwhelmed by the feeling of being so full when you were already so raw.

Wanda spooned you from behind, one hand sliding between your legs to rub lazy circles over your clit as Bucky thrust into you, slow and deep.

It was too much and yet it was perfect, being completely consumed and surrounded by the two people you loved most.

“Remember what we said? Just let go for us, baby,” Bucky grunted between thrusts. “Cum around me. Cum one more time for your girl and me.”

You sobbed as the third orgasm tore through you, your body locking up before melting into theirs completely. Wanda kissed your tears away while Bucky groaned and joined you in the euphoria.

Your body collapsed into theirs, trembling, sweat-soaked, wrists still bound but muscles limp.

“Fuck,” you croaked, “I think I’m broken.”

Wanda eased back on her powers as Bucky massaged your arms, returning them to your side as they continued to hold you close.

“You didn’t break, you were beautiful for us,” Wanda whispered against your neck.

And for a moment, the world went quiet. Silent. All heavy breathing and thumping heart rates.

Then a different silence overcame you. The eerie kind. The kind that settled like a dog in your chest and wrapped itself around your ribs. You lay between them, your body boneless, skin flushed and damp with sweat, muscles soft from release, but something was off.

You felt far away. Your heartbeat was too fast, loud in your ears, thudding like it didn’t know the scene was over.

You tried to speak. Wanted to say you were not okay, that you needed water, or that you just wanted to be held tighter to stop the panic. But as your lips parted, nothing came out.

Your fingers twitched but didn’t lift.

A cold tremble started in your legs and worked its way up slowly, shaking your shoulders, your jaw. You blinked, eyes unfocused, a sudden weight pressing down on your chest like something wrong had happened. There was no explaining it, just a heavy, aching emptiness where your warmth used to be.

And then: panic.

Not loud, dramatic panic. Just that quiet internal unravelling, like something inside you was slipping, spiralling, and there was nothing to grip onto.

Tears welled in your eyes without warning. It wasn’t even that you were sad, but there was something broken. Your breath hitched. Then again and again.

You didn’t even realise you were crying until Bucky sat up and brushed his fingers beneath your eye.

“Doll?”

His voice was so soft and comforting, but it cracked open the dam inside of you. You squeezed your eyes shut, chest rising and falling too fast now.

Bucky turned toward Wanda, tension immediately rising in his body. “Wands–She’s dropping.”

Wanda was already moving, her body curved around you, her hand pressing lightly to your chest, just over your heart. “Shh, sweetheart. I’ve got you,” she uttered, brushing damp hair away from your forehead. Her magic danced at her fingertips instinctively, cooling her body down and helping her breathing start to slow. “You’re okay. Just come back to us.”

You were still trembling.

“I, I don’t know what’s wrong,” you finally sob, your voice hoarse and shaky. “I-I feel sad and empty. And I can’t stop shaking.”

“You’re not broken, baby,” Bucky insisted firmly. “You’re just crashing. That was a lot. You gave us everything, and sometimes your body needs time to come back.”

He grabbed the soft robe from the edge of the bed and wrapped it around your shoulders, pulling you into his lap like you weighed nothing. His warm chest against your back grounded you.

Wanda tucked herself in at your side again, laying a cool palm against your cheek.

“You did so well for us,” she said sweetly, kissing your shoulder. “This sadness, this hollow feeling, it's just your nervous system resetting. It’s not your fault. You're not alone in it.”

The reassurance cracked your composure wide open. Your tears came harder now, and you clung to Bucky’s arm around your waist like a lifeline.

“I can’t make it stop,” you choked out.

“You don’t have to stop it.” Wanda rubbed firmly across your back. “Let it move through you, let us hold it with you.”

Bucky kissed your temple. “You’re not too much, okay? I’ve been there. I know what this feels like. We’ve both got you.”

The tremors didn’t stop straight away. Even tucked between the two of them, even swaddled in the soft robe and their love, you still felt that eerie ache inside.

But not once did they let go.

“I’m sorry. I don’t know why I feel this way,” you whispered, completely and utterly exhausted.

Wanda firmly held your chin, tilting your face until she was looking you dead in the eyes.

“Don’t ever apologise for how you feel. You opened yourself completely to us. You are so safe right now.”

Bucky pressed a long, warm kiss to the top of your head. “This part’s just as important as the rest. Let us take care of our girl.”

He wrapped his vibranium arm around your back and stood effortlessly, cradling you against his chest. “You’re not going far,” Wanda said, trailing behind as Bucky stood with you in his arms, into the cosy little sunroom off the bedroom.

The space was dim with soft, golden light and a worn couch that practically begged to be collapsed into. Bucky settled down with you on his lap again, propping your legs across his thighs.

Wanda returned moments later with that same big fuzzy blanket from earlier and a steaming mug in each hand. She passed you one with a gentle smile on her beautiful face.

“Chamomile with honey. You love this one when your chest feels tight.”

You took it with trembling fingers. Ucky helped guide it to your lips. The warmth hit your tongue, and something in your chest uncoiled. Wanda oversaw you. “Do you want me to check your heart rate?” she asks softly.

You nod.

Her fingers brushed your wrist, magic tingling gently and red, and she closed her eyes for a beat. “Still high,” she announced, not worried, just aware. “But it’s coming down. You’re doing beautifully.”

“I don’t feel like I am,” you say quietly into your drink.

Bucky’s jaw tightened. “Hey.” He took the mug from your hand and set it down. “Look at me.” You did, with some reluctance. “You are so fucking brace, Doll. You gave yourself to us completely, and now your body catches up. That doesn’t make you weak, that makes you real, this real.”

Wanda leans in, her nose brushing yours. “You don’t have to be strong right now. You just have to be here, with us.”

Leaning back against her chest, Wanda wraps her arms around your middle and hums quietly, soft little notes of Sokovian lullabies into your ear.

Bucky reached down and pulled your legs into his lap again, rubbing long, slow circles into your thighs. Then your calves and ankles, repeatedly.

“Tell us what you need,” he says. “Or just nod, we’ll do the rest.”

You blinked slowly. “I… I don’t want to think. Just stay, please.”

“Then we’re not going anywhere,” Wanda confirmed.

She reached down beside her and pulled out one of the pre-packed snack hits she always made sure to keep around for you.

“You’re low,” she said gently, popping a piece of fruit into your mouth and smiling as you chewed. “This’ll help your brain catch up.”

You let her feed you. Let Bucky wrap the blanket tighter around all three of you. Let them hold you, rock you gently, like they had all the time in the world.

Minutes passed, and eventually it became easier to breathe, your chest stopped aching, and your hands stopped trembling. You sagged fully into Wanda’s arms, your head tucked beneath Bucky’s chin, the sound of his heartbeat in your ear.

“I think I’m back,” you whispered at last.

Wanda kissed your temple. “You never left, sweetheart.”

Bucky smiled against your hair. “But we’ll always come to find you if you do.”

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nameless-ken · 5 months ago

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Bucky Barnes x Reader - part two

The Stranger That Knows Me Best is a heartfelt story about connection, vulnerability, and taking chances on the unexpected. Two introverts discover that sometimes, the person who understands you best is the one you’ve never met.

part one

Word count: 7k

Warnings: the usual angst and fluff, mentions of death

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“Okay, so, how are we doing this?” Wanda asks, standing in the doorway of your room with her arms crossed, a playful grin on her face. “Are we going for casual chic or full-on ‘look what you’re missing out on’ vibes?”

You laugh, shaking your head as you fold a sweater and set it in your suitcase. “Wanda, it’s not like that. It’s just a trip to Brooklyn. He invited me so I’m going.”

“Uh-huh,” she teases, stepping into the room and rifling through the stack of clothes on your bed. “You haven’t even told him you’re coming. This isn’t just a trip—it’s a whole moment. You’ve got to be prepared.” She holds up a dress, raising an eyebrow. “This? Too much?”

You glance at the dress, biting your lip. “Maybe a little. I don’t want to look like I’m trying too hard.”

Wanda tosses the dress onto a chair and picks up a pair of jeans instead. “Fine, but you should pack at least one outfit that makes you feel amazing. You know, for the moment when you show up and his brain short-circuits because you’re there.”

“It’s not about that.”

“Sure, it’s not,” she says, grinning. “But come on, you’re not even telling him? You’re just gonna show up at the airport and be like, ‘Hey, surprise, I made it’? Bold move.”

“I just… I don’t want to make it easy for him,” you admit, tucking a pair of boots into the side of the suitcase. “He sent the ticket, so I want to see his reaction. I don’t know, it just feels... more exciting this way.”

Wanda stops sorting through your clothes and gives you a knowing look. “You’re nervous.”

“Of course, I’m nervous,” you confess, sitting on the edge of the bed. “What if it’s weird? What if he regrets inviting me?”

“Not a chance,” she says, plopping down next to you. “This guy has been sending you letters, phone calls, and plane tickets. Trust me, he’s going to be thrilled. And you’re going to have the best time.”

You smile at her, feeling a little lighter. “Thanks, Wanda.”

“That’s what I’m here for,” she says, standing up and tossing another sweater into your suitcase. “Now, let’s make sure you’re packed and ready to knock his socks off.”

Bucky sits on his couch, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. He’s been staring at his phone for the past ten minutes, willing it to buzz with a message from you.

Sam walks in from the kitchen, a sandwich in one hand and a bottle of water in the other. “Alright, what’s up? You’ve been in that same position all morning. Did something happen?”

Bucky sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. “I sent her a plane ticket.”

Sam stops mid-bite, raising an eyebrow. “Wait. You did what?”

“I sent her a ticket to come to Brooklyn,” Bucky says, sitting back and crossing his arms. “She mentioned her fall break was coming up, and... I don’t know, it just felt like the right time.”

“Man, that’s bold. I like it. But judging by the look on your face, you haven’t heard back yet?”

Bucky shakes his head. “Nope. Nothing. I thought maybe she’d at least send a text or something. Now I’m thinking I overstepped.”

“Bucky, relax,” Sam says, sitting down across from him. “She’s probably just processing. You’ve been talking for months, right? She wouldn’t just ghost you over this.”

“What if I freaked her out?” Bucky mutters, running a hand through his hair. “What if it was too much?”

“Dude,” Sam says, leaning forward. “She’s been sending you letters, talking to you on the phone, sharing all this personal stuff. If anything, she’s probably just as nervous as you are. Give her time.”

Bucky nods slowly but doesn’t look entirely convinced. “Yeah. Maybe.”

“And in the meantime,” Sam adds, standing up and patting Bucky on the shoulder, “you should probably start getting this place ready. If she does decide to come, you don’t want her walking into this disaster zone.”

The guest room hasn’t been used in months but Bucky spends the whole week cleaning it out. He dusts off the shelves, changes the bedding, and even picks up a small plant from the store to set on the nightstand.

He moves through the rest of the apartment with the same energy, scrubbing the counters, vacuuming the rug, and organizing the books and papers that have been piling up on the coffee table. Every so often, he glances at his phone, hoping for a message from you.

When Sam walks back in later that night, he whistles, looking around the spotless living room. “Wow, you really went all out. This place actually looks... livable.”

Bucky smirks, tossing the cleaning rag onto the counter. “Hopefully not all for nothing.”

“She’s gonna show up,” Sam says confidently, grabbing a beer from the fridge. “And when she does, you’re gonna be glad you went for it.”

Bucky leans against the counter, the corners of his mouth tugging into a small smile. “Yeah. I hope so.”

But as the night before your flight is scheduled to arrive wears on and the silence stretches, he can’t help but feel a twinge of doubt.

The airport is buzzing with life—announcements echoing overhead, the sound of luggage wheels, and the chatter of travelers all around. Your heart races as you weave through the crowd, gripping the strap of your bag so tightly your knuckles ache. Every step closer to the arrival gate feels surreal, like walking into a dream you’ve been building piece by piece for months.

You haven’t seen a picture of him, and the mystery somehow makes this moment feel bigger. As you turn the corner to the gate, your eyes sweep the area—and then you see him.

Bucky’s standing a few feet away, holding a small sign with your name on it, the letters scrawled in his handwriting. In his other hand is a bouquet of lilies, slightly rumpled, as though he’s been gripping them a little too hard. He’s shifting his weight nervously, his head turning every time someone walks past.

Your breath catches in your throat. He’s taller than you imagined, with broad shoulders and a scruffy jawline. His dark hair falls slightly into his eyes.

You take a deep breath and step forward, your legs feeling like they might give out at any moment. As you approach, his eyes finally land on you—and something shifts. His body stiffens slightly, like he’s bracing himself, but then his gaze softens. You smile first and his lips curve into a nervous but genuine grin.

“Hi,” you say, your voice a little breathless as you stop in front of him.

Bucky blinks, his mouth opening and closing as if he’s not sure what to say. “You’re… here,” he finally manages.

“I wanted to keep it a surprise. Did it work?”

He huffs out a laugh, shaking his head as if to clear it. “Yeah. Yeah, it definitely worked.”

There’s a beat of silence as you both stand there, staring at each other, the chaos of the airport fading into the background. His free hand brushes the back of his neck, a nervous gesture, and he holds out the flowers awkwardly. “Uh… these are for you.”

Your smile widens as you take them. “Thank you. They’re beautiful.”

“So are you,” he blurts out, then immediately flushes, looking away from your face and toward the ground.

You laugh, cheeks heating up from his admission. “You’re exactly how I pictured you,” you say, cutting off his rambling. “Maybe even better.”

He glances back at you, his smile a little shyer. “I could say the same.” Bucky shifts, stepping to the side and gesturing toward the exit. “Let me grab that for you.” He takes your luggage and leads you toward the exit.

Once you make it to his car, he opens your door and you thank him softly. He packs your luggage in and starts the drive to his apartment.

“I hope you’re okay with staying at mine. I have the guest room and Sam comes and goes all the time. I should warn you about him though. He’s excited to meet you.”

“I don’t mind at all,” you say, glancing at him. “Your letters made it sound like your place has character. Besides, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t curious to meet the infamous Sam.”

Bucky laughs, his shoulders loosening just a little. “Yeah, well, don’t say I didn’t warn you. Sam’s loud, charming, and impossible to ignore.”

You smile, resting your head back against the seat. “Sounds like the complete opposite of you.”

He glances at you briefly, a teasing glint in his eyes. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing bad,” you reply quickly, your tone light. “Just… you’re more calm. Steady. I can tell already.”

He doesn’t say anything at first, but you catch the slight twitch of his lips as he focuses on the road. After a moment, he asks, “What about you? Any quirks I should prepare for?”

You hum, pretending to think it over. “Well, I sing along to music—badly, I might add—especially when I’m nervous. So if I break out into a Taylor Swift song, just ignore me.”

Bucky chuckles, his grip on the steering wheel relaxing. “Noted. Guess I’ll have to test that theory later.”

The conversation flows easily after that, the nervous energy from earlier dissolves. He points out little landmarks as you drive through Brooklyn, like the park where he likes to run or the coffee shop he swears has the best bagels in the city. Each detail is another piece of his world unfolding in front of you, and you find yourself smiling more than you thought possible.

When you finally pull up in front of his apartment building, Bucky turns off the car and glances at you. “Ready?”

You nod, clutching the bouquet a little tighter.

He steps out and grabs your bag from the trunk before leading you inside. The building has a quiet charm—slightly worn but full of character. As you climb the stairs, he pauses in front of the door, turning to you with a small, crooked smile.

“Just… don’t judge me too harshly, okay? I cleaned, but, you know… it’s still a bachelor pad.”

You laugh softly. “I’m sure it’s perfect.”

With that, he opens the door, and you step inside. The apartment is cozy and lived-in, with mismatched furniture. A stack of textbooks sits on the coffee table next to an empty mug, and a faded poster of a Brooklyn landmark hangs on the wall.

Before Bucky can say anything else, a voice calls out from the kitchen. “Bucky! Is that Y/N?!”

You glance toward the doorway, where a tall, grinning man appears, wiping his hands on a dish towel.

“And that,” Bucky mutters under his breath, “is Sam.”

Sam strides over, his grin widening as he takes you in. “Well, well, so you’re the mystery pen pal. Welcome to Brooklyn!”

You laugh, feeling warmth spread through you at the easy, welcoming energy from Sam. “Thanks. It’s nice to finally meet you.”

“Trust me, the pleasure’s all mine,” Sam says, shooting Bucky a teasing look. “This guy’s been a nervous wreck all week. You’re even better in person, though. He did not oversell you.”

Bucky groans, dragging a hand down his face. “Sam, I swear to—”

You cut in with a laugh, holding up a hand. “It’s okay. I’ll take it as a compliment.”

Sam grins, clearly enjoying himself. “Oh, it was. You two have fun—I’m heading out, but don’t worry, I’ll interrogate you properly later.”

With that, he grabs his keys and leaves, leaving you and Bucky alone again.

Bucky clears his throat, looking sheepish. “Sorry about him. He’s a lot.”

You shake your head, smiling. “I like him. He’s… fun.”

“Yeah, he is,” Bucky hesitates, then gestures toward the kitchen. “You hungry? I figured I could cook, or we could order something. Your call.”

“Cooking sounds good,” you respond, following him and find a stool at the countertop and you sit down. “Show me what you’ve got.”

The morning comes quietly with sunlight slipping through the cracks of the blinds. You stir in the unfamiliar bed of the guest room, the faint hum of city noise filtering in through the window. For a moment, you forget where you are. But then it clicks—you’re in Brooklyn. In Bucky’s apartment.

A smile tugs at your lips as you stretch, the smell of coffee wafting through the air. You pull on a hoodie over your sleep shirt and pad out of the guest room. The living room is quiet, the soft sound of a spoon clinking against a mug drawing you toward the kitchen.

There he is.

Bucky’s standing at the counter, pouring coffee into two mugs, his hair still messy from sleep. He’s wearing a worn hoodie and plaid pajama pants, and you notice the faint shadow of stubble on his jaw. He glances up when he hears your footsteps, his face breaking into a welcoming smile.

“Morning,” he rasps.

“Morning,” your smile mirroring his.

“I wasn’t sure if you’d be up yet,” he holds up the second mug. “Coffee?”

“Always,” you say, stepping closer to take it from him. The warmth of the mug seeps into your hands as you inhale the rich smell.

He leans against the counter, his fingers wrapped around his own mug. “Did you sleep okay?”

“Better than I thought I would,” you admit, taking a sip. “Your guest room is surprisingly cozy.”

Bucky chuckles, looking a little relieved. “Good. I was worried it’d be too… I don’t know, plain.”

“It’s perfect,” you assure him, setting your mug down on the counter. “Thanks again for letting me stay.”

“You don’t have to thank me. I’m just glad you’re here.” There’s a pause, the kind that feels comfortable rather than awkward.

“So,” you say, breaking the silence. “What's the plan for today? You did send me a whole map, after all.”

“Yeah, I might’ve gone overboard with that.”

“No way,” you say, shaking your head. “I loved it. But I’m leaving the itinerary up to you, tour guide.”

“Alright,” he says, a spark of excitement creeping into his voice. “We’ll start easy. Breakfast at my favorite coffee shop. Then maybe we’ll walk around Prospect Park. Unless…” He hesitates, his brows furrowing slightly. “Unless you’d rather take it slow today?”

“Hmm… breakfast sounds good. But don’t go easy on me, Barnes. I didn’t come all the way to Brooklyn to take it slow.”

“Alright. You asked for it.” With that, he backs away, walking toward his room. “Take your time getting ready. Meet you back out here in a few.”

“Deal,” you say, watching as he disappears.

As you head back to the guest room to change, you can’t help but feel a sense of anticipation buzzing in your chest. Excited for the day ahead.

The coffee shop is tucked away on a quiet side street downtown, its brick exterior softened by a canopy of ivy. A small chalkboard sign leans against the brick, announcing the specials of the day in cursive writing. Inside, the smell of freshly brewed coffee and a soft strum of a guitar from the speakers overhead, capture your senses.

“This is it,” Bucky says as he holds the door open for you. “This place has been here forever. My mom used to bring me and my sister here when we were kids while she did some work. They have the best coffee and muffins. No contest.”

Your eyes wander over the mismatched furniture and the worn wooden floor. The walls are lined with bookshelves, and every surface seems to hold charm—a vintage typewriter on a side table, a collection of postcards pinned to a corkboard near the counter, and fairy lights strung along the windows.

“It’s perfect,” your voice soft as you take it all in.

Bucky leads you to a small table near the corner, where the sunlight filters through the window.

“That’s where my mom used to sit,” he says, pointing to another table in the furthest corner. “She’d order the same thing every time—a black coffee and one of those cranberry scones they still make. She used to sit there with her sketchbook and just draw for hours.”

“You never told me your mom was an artist,” you add, leaning your head on your head, catching his eyes.

He shrugs, a small smile tugging at his lips. “She wasn’t, like, a professional or anything. But she loved it. Said it was her way of keeping sane while raising me and my sister.” His expression softens as he glances toward the counter. “She passed away a few years ago. I think that’s why I come here so much now—it reminds me of her.”

“I’m sorry, Bucky,” without much thought, your hand brushes against his on the table.

He looks down at where your fingers briefly touch before meeting your gaze again. “Thanks. She was… incredible. The kind of person who could see the beauty in anything. I think that’s why I like this place and Brooklyn so much. It’s where I felt closest to her, you know?”

You nod, glancing around again, this time with a deeper appreciation. “It’s like a piece of her is still here.”

“Exactly,” his voice is quieter now. After a beat, he leans back, trying to shift the mood. “Anyway, enough about me. What’s your order?”

“I’m not picky. Whatever you’re having is perfect,” you reply, smiling as he gets up to place the order. Watching him at the counter, you feel the weight of his words settle in your chest. It’s clear this place isn’t just a coffee shop to him—it’s a connection to his past, to his family, and to a part of himself he’s letting you see.

When he returns with two steaming mugs and a plate of two muffins, one chocolate chip and one blueberry, he sits down with a grin. “Alright, no pressure. I hope you like their coffee. If not, I might have to rethink everything.”

You laugh, taking a sip, and the warmth of the drink feels like an embrace on this cold, fall day. “Hazelnut. My favorite.”

Bucky’s grin widens as he picks up his own mug, blowing gently on the surface before taking a sip. “I remember you said that’s your favorite flavor. The candle you mentioned in one of your letters.” He glances at the muffins between you. “And blueberries, you said that’s your favorite fruit.”

Your heart flutters at his thoughtfulness. “You actually remembered that?”

Bucky shrugs with a sheepish smile, his eyes flicking down to the table for a moment before meeting yours again. “Of course, I did. I like knowing the little things about people.”

For a moment, you’re speechless, warmth spreading through your chest. You tear off a piece of the blueberry muffin and pop it into your mouth, letting the sweetness mingle with the hazelnut coffee. “Okay, you’re officially right. This muffin is incredible.”

He chuckles, leaning back in his chair. “Told you. This place never disappoints.”

A few moments pass then Bucky glances toward the postcards pinned on the corkboard near the counter. “See those over there?” he points with his mug. “Customers leave those from all over the world. It started when the owners traveled to Europe and brought back a stack of postcards to decorate the place. Then people just started adding their own.”

“That’s amazing,” you crane your neck to get a better look. “Do you have one up there?”

“Yeah, from Coney Island. I left it there the day I moved out of my parents’ house. It felt… symbolic, you know? Like I was saying goodbye to one chapter and starting a new one.”

You sip your coffee, taking in the sentimental layers of this cozy shop. “Do you ever think about leaving Brooklyn?”

Bucky shakes his head immediately. “Not really. I mean, sometimes I wonder what it’d be like to live somewhere else, but Brooklyn’s always been home. It’s where my family is from, where all my memories are. I think I’m afraid if I leave, I’d lose that connection.”

You take another sip of coffee, letting his words settle in. “I get that. I’ve moved around so much that I don’t think I’ve ever really had a place that felt like home. I’ve lived in Oregon my whole life but never in one place for a long time. It must be nice to have a town you’re so familiar with and never want to leave.”

“It is,” Bucky admits. “But I think home isn’t always a place. It’s more about the people, the memories. Even if you don’t stay in one spot, you carry that with you.”

You smile, touched by the honesty in his words. “That’s a good way to look at it.”

Bucky leans forward, resting his arms on the table as his gaze locks onto yours. “Maybe this can feel like a little piece of home for you while you’re here. You know, if you let it.”

Your chest tightens at the sincerity in his tone, and you find yourself nodding, a small smile tugging at your lips. “I think it already does.”

After a while, Bucky leans back in his chair, his fingers tracing the edge of his mug. “You know, this place isn’t just about my mom. It’s kind of where everything clicked for me, too.”

“Clicked?” you rest your chin on your hand.

“Yeah, I used to come here after school when I was trying to figure out what the hell I wanted to do with my life. For a while, it felt like everyone else had it all figured out, and I was just… stuck. My mom used to say, ‘Bucky, just sit still for a while. You can’t hear yourself think if you’re always running.’ So I’d come here, sit in that corner booth, and just… exist for a bit.”

“That’s when you decided on kinesiology?” you question, not wanting to disrupt his train of thought.

“Kind of. It started with me just doodling on napkins and people-watching. But then I started noticing patterns—how people moved, how they carried themselves. I realized I was fascinated by it, how the human body works and all the little ways it can go wrong or heal itself. It felt like a puzzle I wanted to figure out.” He smiles sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck. “Sorry, I’m rambling.”

“Don’t be,” your voice earnestly. “I like hearing you talk about it. It’s… grounding. Like I’m seeing this part of you.”

His gaze meets yours, and for a moment, the coffee shop and its patrons seem to fade away. “You’re good at that, you know,” he whispers.

“Good at what?”

“Making me feel like it’s okay to share this stuff. I don’t do that much, but with you…” He trails off, his lips twitching into a small, almost self-conscious smile.

You smile back. “Well, I’m not going anywhere,” you break off another piece of muffin and toss it into your mouth. “So you better get used to it.”

Bucky laughs, shaking his head as he leans forward, resting his elbows on the table. “You’re full of surprises, aren’t you?”

“You have no idea,” you tease, taking another sip of the hazelnut coffee.

The crisp autumn air fills your lungs as you settle onto a hill beside Bucky, the grass cool beneath you. The pond below reflects the fiery colors of the trees, rippling gently as ducks glide across its surface. A group of kids toss breadcrumbs from the edge, their laughter carrying up the hill.

“I can see why you like it here,” you pull your knees close to your chest. “It’s peaceful.”

Bucky leans back on his hands and tilts his head up toward the sky. “Yeah, exactly. It’s like… no matter what’s going on, I can come here, and it just makes things feel smaller. In a good way.”

You glance over at him, noticing the way his features soften in the sunlight. “Did you come here a lot growing up?”

“Not as much as I wanted to,” he admits, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “We didn’t live super close, and there wasn’t always time. But when I got older, I started making excuses to come out here. Even if it was just to sit and think. Especially after…” his gaze drops to the ground for a moment.

“After your mom?”

He nods, his voice quieter now. “Yeah. She loved nature. Said it was the best place to find clarity. I think I started coming here to feel closer to her.”

Your chest tightens at his raw honesty. It’s sort of a different feeling from reading his letters about these kinds of emotions then hearing him speak about them in person. He never shared the details of his mom before so it’s striking to hear his voice waver slightly as he talks about her. “I think she’d love that you still find peace here.”

Bucky smiles at that, his gaze lifting to meet yours. “I hope so.” After a beat, he clears his throat and straightens up, as if brushing off the weight of the moment. “What about you? Is there a place back in Oregon that feels like this for you? Other than that cliffside you sent me.”

You consider it, brushing a stray leaf from your sleeve. “There’s this trail near my campus that I like. It’s not big or fancy, but there’s a bench at a secluded spot near the end of a row of trees lining the trail. I’d sit there with my notebook, trying to write something meaningful but usually just people watch as they walk by.”

He chuckles, eyes crinkling at the corners and you make a mental note of that part of him. “Bet you came up with some good stories doing that.”

“Some,” you admit with a grin. “But mostly I just liked imagining what their lives were like. Where they were going, what they were thinking. I guess it’s my way of trying to understand people.”

Bucky looks at you for a long moment. “You’re good at that too.”

“What?”

“Understanding people. Seeing them for who they are or at least appear to be.” His gaze flickers to the pond, as if he’s said too much. “It’s rare. Most people don’t pay attention like that.”

The sincerity in his tone warms you more than the sunlight ever could. “I guess it takes one to know one,” you reply, nudging him lightly with your shoulder.

He laughs, the sound low and easy. “Maybe.”

For a while, the two of you sit in comfortable silence, the sounds of the park filling the space between you. When a breeze sweeps through, scattering leaves in your direction, you catch one midair and hold it up.

“Think it’s a sign?” you ask playfully.

Bucky leans closer to inspect the leaf, his expression mock-serious. “Definitely. It means we should grab hot chocolate before heading to the next stop on the map.”

You laugh, standing and brushing grass from your jeans. “I like the way you think.”

He grins, rising to his feet and stretching. “Good. Because the next place is even better.”

As you walk back toward the park’s entrance, Bucky falls into step beside you, his shoulder occasionally brushing yours. You don’t need to ask where you’re headed next. Wherever it is, you know it’ll be just as special as this moment—because it’s with him.

The record store feels like stepping into another world—warm and intimate with nostalgia. The scent of aged vinyl wraps around the faint sound of a jazz record spinning in the background. The dim lighting gives the space a cozy glow, and the mismatched rugs scattered across the floor muffle your footsteps as you follow Bucky down one of the narrow aisles.

“You’ve got a pretty solid collection,” you comment on his records displayed at his apartment. “Do you come here a lot?”

“More than I probably should,” he admits, chuckling. “But hey, I’m a firm believer that you can never have too much music.”

You agree, letting your fingers skim over the spines of the records. Each one holding its own piece of history. When Bucky stops abruptly, you turn to see him pulling a record from the shelf, his expression lighting up like he’s just stumbled on buried treasure.

“This one,” he holds it for you to see. “My mom used to play this album all the time when we were kids. Sunday mornings, she’d put it on while making breakfast.”

You take the record carefully, tracing your thumb along the edge. “It’s like you’ve got a little piece of her right here.”

His gaze softens as he looks at the album. “Yeah. It’s funny how music does that—brings back moments you didn’t even realize you’d forgotten.”

You glance toward the corner of the store, where a small listening booth is tucked away. “Should we give it a spin?”

Bucky grins, his eyes lighting up. “Absolutely.”

He leads the way to the booth, opening the door and motioning for you to step inside first. It’s a snug space, barely big enough for the two of you. You put on a pair of headphones, handing Bucky the other pair. He carefully places the record on the turntable. There’s a small crackle as the needle drops, and then your ears are filled with the warm, soulful sound of the opening track.

As the music swells, Bucky leans back against the wall, his arms crossed loosely over his chest. “She used to sing along to this one,” he remembers fondly. “Completely off-key, but she didn’t care. My sister and I would always roll our eyes, but now? I’d give anything to hear it again.”

You admire him as his eyes close and he mouths along to the lyrics. “Sounds like she had a lot of heart. And a lot of confidence.”

“She did,” his gaze is distant for a moment before it flickers back to you. “What about you? Any music your family used to play that stuck with you?”

You think for a moment, the jazzy melody filling the silence. “My dad used to play a lot of Johnny Cash. I didn’t think much of it back then, but now, whenever I hear it, it feels comforting. Funny how the things you don’t pay attention to at the time end up meaning the most later.”

“Guess that’s the magic of music.”

As the song transitions to the next track, you glance at him. “You should sing along. For old time’s sake.”

He lets out a laugh, shaking his head. “Oh, no. Trust me, you don’t want to hear that.”

“Come on,” you tease. “I won’t judge. Much.”

He smirks, but as the chorus picks up, he hums along quietly, his voice low and a little raspy. It’s not perfect, but it’s full of feeling, and you find yourself smiling so hard your cheeks hurt.

“See? Not so bad,” you stare when he trails off, his cheeks slightly flushed.

“Yeah, yeah,” he mutters, but there’s a small, satisfied smile tugging at his lips.

The two of you stand there for a while, the music wrapping around you like a blanket. It’s a small moment, your eyes occasionally flutter to each other. When the album ends, Bucky carefully removes the record and slides it back into its sleeve.

“I think you should have this,” he holds it out to you.

“What? No, I can’t—this is your memory,” you protest.

He shakes his head, his gaze steady. “And now it’s ours. Besides, I’ve got plenty of memories of this place. This can be your first one.”

You take the record, your fingers brushing his briefly. “Thank you, Bucky. I’ll take good care of it.”

“I know you will,” he says with a soft smile.

As you leave the shop together, the record tucked securely under your arm, you can’t help but feel like the music isn’t the only thing weaving its way into your heart.

The lights of Manhattan glimmer across the water as you walk along the Brooklyn Promenade, the noise of the city providing a comforting background to your conversation. Bucky leans against the railing. “So,” he breaks the comfortable silence, “How were finals?”

You let out a small laugh, leaning your chin on your hand as you glance at him. “It was a lot. But I guess it was worth the chaos and sleepless nights.”

“Sleepless nights? I feel like those are just part of the college experience at this point. Let me guess—you pulled an all-nighter for a final project?”

“Guilty. My last paper was due for my literature class, and, of course, I couldn’t stop tweaking it until the last possible second. It’s always the same—I get an idea, and suddenly, I’m rewriting half of it.”

He tilts his head. “What was the paper about?”

“It was a character study on how grief shapes identity in modern fiction,” you explain. “It was personal, so I think that’s why I got so caught up in it.”

Bucky’s expression shifts as his gaze lingers on you. “Sounds like you put a lot of heart into it. Do you feel good about how it turned out?”

You exhale a small laugh. “I think so. My professor will probably tell me I overanalyzed it, but… yeah, it felt like something I needed to write.”

He leans his forearms on the railing, looking over at you thoughtfully. “Sometimes you just have to let it out, no matter how hard it is. Even if it’s just for yourself.”

You turn toward him, resting your elbow on the railing, your faces closer than you realize. “You must feel that way about kinesiology? How it’s become so personal to you.”

Bucky hesitates, his gaze briefly shifting to the skyline then back on you. “Yeah, I guess it does. After… everything that happened with my family, I wanted to understand how people recover. Physically, mentally, all of it. It’s not just about fixing what’s broken—it’s about finding strength in the process.”

“That’s… really brave, Bucky. To take something painful and turn it into something that helps others.”

He shrugs, but his blue eyes soften as they meet yours. “It’s not as noble as it sounds. Half the time, I feel like I’m fumbling through it. Anatomy, biomechanics—it’s a lot to learn.”

You smile, trying to lighten the mood. “Says the guy who casually runs marathons for fun. If you can do that, I’m sure you’ve got biomechanics figured out.”

His laugh is warm, easy sounding, that makes you smile wider. “Running’s just putting one foot in front of the other. You’re the one writing deep papers about grief, love and life. Don’t ask me to do that—I’d be lost after the first paragraph.”

“Fair enough,” you nudge his arm gently with your elbow. “But still, kinesiology suits you. You’ve got that whole ‘helping people’ vibe. Even if you try to hide it under the grumpy exterior.”

“Grumpy?” He raises an eyebrow. “You’re one to talk.”

“Hey!” you protest jokingly punching his arm softly. “I’m not grumpy. I’m selectively friendly.”

Bucky shakes his head and smiles as he stands up fully. “Sure, let’s call it that.”

You both have unconsciously drifted closer, shoulders brushing as your bodies lean against the railing. The city lights dance on the water but the moment feels far more intimate than the bustling backdrop.

“So, tell me more about Sam. He seems like a fun character to have around.” you add.

He chuckles softly. “Sam. He’s a pain in my ass, but he’s the best. Always has my back, even when he’s giving me crap about, well, everything.”

“He sounds like a good guy. Is he always so… persuasive?”

“Oh, you have no idea,” Bucky rolls his eyes. “He doesn’t take no for an answer. But he’s loyal. He’s been through a lot too, so I think that’s why we get each other.”

You catch the shift in his tone, the hint of something deeper, but you don’t want to push him to open up more. “My best friend’s kind of the same. Wanda, she’s loyal too. When we met, it was kind of like this, an instant connection. Like we knew each other from a past life or something.”

“Sounds like she’s good for you. Someone who keeps you grounded.”

“She’s the kind of person who always knows when something’s wrong, even when I don’t say a word. Sam seems like that too, from what you’ve said.”

Bucky’s gaze lingers on you. “Yeah, It’s good to have someone like that. Someone who understands without you having to explain.”

You nod in agreement, eyes locked in with his. “Yeah, I don’t know what I’d do without her. When things were rough at home, she was the one who reminded me I wasn’t alone. She’s like a sister to me, really.”

He leans a little closer, his shoulder pressing gently into yours. “Sounds like you’ve got a ride-or-die. Everyone needs one of those.”

“Yeah, she’s my constant,” you welcome his touch, leaning some of your weight against him too. “What about you? Besides Sam, do you have anyone else like that?”

“Probably my sister. Rebecca. She’s younger than me, but she always acts like the older sibling. After our mom passed, we leaned on each other a lot. She’s tough, but she’s got this soft spot when it comes to family. She’s in her junior year of high school, so still at home with our dad.”

“She sounds amazing,” you state. “I wish I had a sibling to lean on like that.”

“She is,” his voice carries a warmth that matches his words. “She’d love to talk your ear off. She’s always been better at talking to people than me.”

You giggle, turning your head to look up at him. You can’t help but want to push the few strands of hair out of his eyes but you don’t feel brave enough. “I don’t know, you’re doing pretty well right now.”

“Guess I’m getting better at it.” His eyes meet yours, silence spreading between you as you get lost in each other's eyes.

“Funny how life works,” you add quietly. “How people come into your life when you need them most, even if you don’t realize it at first.”

“Yeah,” Bucky murmurs, eyes glancing at your lips for half a second. He clears his throat and moves his gaze to the sky, trying to hide the heat that rushes to his cheeks. “Sometimes it’s the unexpected people who make the biggest difference.”

For a moment, the space between you feels smaller than ever. Neither of you says anything, just enjoying the closeness of each other. You glance at his side profile, watching the way the city lights reflect in his pale blue eyes.

Without realizing it, your hand inches closer to his by your side, your fingers brushing lightly. The contact sends a spark through you, but neither of you pulls away. Instead, Bucky’s hand shifts slightly, his pinky hooking gently around yours.

In that moment, standing side by side with the city stretching out before you, it feels like the start of something you both have been craving for.

On the way back to his apartment, Bucky pulls you toward a food truck parked on the corner. “Best late-night falafel in the city,” he promises, handing you a napkin as you both stand in line.

The two of you eat as you walk back to his place, walking slowly as Bucky shares his comfort food with you. The falafel is warm and crispy, and you can’t help but laugh when a bit of sauce drips onto your sleeve.

“Told you it was worth it,” Bucky says, grinning but grabs your wrist, wiping the sauce off with his spare napkin.

“I’ll give you this one,” you reply, smirking. “But don’t get used to always being right.”

His laugh echos all around you and it’s becoming your new favorite sound.

As you both continue walking, the city’s energy buzzes in the background—car horns in the distance and the occasional bark of a dog. Bucky glances at you out of the corner of his eye, his grin still lingering as he tosses the napkin into a nearby trash can.

“You know,” he says, his tone lighter now, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone eat falafel with as much enthusiasm as you just did.”

“What can I say? Good food deserves to be appreciated. Besides, you talked it up so much, I had to see if it lived up to the hype.”

“And?” he raises an eyebrow.

“It’s... okay,” you tease, drawing out the last word.

He stops walking, his hand pressing dramatically to his chest as if he’s been mortally wounded. “Just ‘okay’? You’re killing me, here.”

You laugh again, stopping to face him. “Fine. It was incredible. Best falafel I’ve ever had. Happy now?”

“Ecstatic,” he replies, his smirk widening as he circles your arm around his, surprising you but you don’t protest.

By the time you reach his building, the city feels quieter, the streets less crowded. As you step inside, the warmth of the lobby washes over you. You didn’t realize how much colder the night got with Bucky beside you.

As you walk up the few flights of stairs, the silence between you is comforting.

As he unlocks the door, he glances back at you, a small, almost shy smile tugging at his lips. “Thanks for spending the day with me. It was... good.”

“Good?” you echo, raising an eyebrow as you step inside. “I’m pretty sure I made it great.”

He chuckles, shaking his head as he closes the door behind you. “Alright, I’ll give you that one.”

You settle back onto the couch as he heads to the kitchen to grab a couple of waters. When he returns, he hands you a bottle and sinks into the space beside you, the day’s memories hanging between you like a warm blanket.

“You’re not as grumpy as I thought,” you shoot him a teasing glance.

“Selective grumpiness,” he corrects, smirking as he leans back. “You’re just lucky you bring out the better side of me.”

His words, though teasing, carry a sincerity that makes your heart skip. The evening feels like the perfect end to the most perfect day.

part three

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