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Sinister Pumpkin Season Masterlist

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Oneshots:

Fifth Anniversary (AG)

She Loves Me Not, She Loves Me (FL , RQ)

The Tricky Treat Next Door (AU, FL, RQ)

Silver Warning (AU, FL, RQ)

It Has Always Been You (AG, RQ)

Secrets (FL, RQ)

Grief (AG)

Oblivious (FL, RQ)

Too Blind To See (FL, RQ, AU)

The Best Christmas (FL, RQ, AU)

A Christmas Start Over (AG, RQ, CF)

Trust (FL, RQ)

The Enemy (FL, RQ, AU)

Villain (AG)

I Love You Too Much (DK)

Endless Nothingness (AG)

Trick Questions Or Treat (FL, RQ, AU, HL)

Faux Doppelganger (FL, RQ, HL)

I Just Feel You (RQ, CF)

We Don't Talk Anymore (AG)

Night Time Shenanigans (FL)

Series / Multi Chapters

Choices (AG, AU)

Spiraling Thoughts (CF, RQ, AU)

The Thirst Pt. 1 (SM, RQ)

The Thirst Pt. 2 (SM, RQ) -> Completed

The Little Matchmaker Pt. 1 (FL, RQ, AU)

The Little Matchmaker Pt. 2 (FL, RQ, AU)

Play It My Way Pt. 1 (RQ, AU, AG, FL SM)

Play It My Way Pt. 2 (RQ, AU, AG, FL, SM)

Ten Days (AU, FL, AG)

Lessons Learned (AU, FL, AG, RQ)

Elizabeth Olsen x Reader

Oneshots:

Double Surprises (FL, RQ)

My Daffodil (FL, RQ)

Flirt (FL, RQ)

You Are My Comfort (FL, RQ)

Not Good Enough (AG, RQ, CF)

Love "ON AIR" (FL, RQ)

Cupcakes For My Cupcake (FL, RQ)

Vision (FL, RQ, HL)

Stars (FL)

Biggest Fans (FL)

Series / Multi Chapters:

Lost in Assistance (FL, SM, AG) -> On Going

Half Love (FL, SM, AG with happy ending) -> On Going

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Oneshots:

Come, Pick Up Your Wife (AG, FL)

The Joker To My Harley (FL, RQ, HL, AU)

Series:

This One Is Mine (DK, AU, SM)

The Monsters Within (DK, AU, RQ, HL)

The Balcony (FL, AG, CF)

Scarlett Johansson x Reader

Oneshots:

Dandelions (AG)

Series:

WandaNat x Reader

Oneshots:

Too Late (AG, RQ)

This is going to be a mostly fluffy series on the whole, but the idea did grow out of a kinktober request I received for a priest's daughter!Wanda AU with innocence and corruption kink so obviously, there's smut involved with those elements.

New chapters are scheduled for Sundays, with a week break after chapter 3 because it's the holidays and I have a special Christmas fic planned

Each chapter containing smut will be marked with a *

✎ 𝚂𝚢𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚋𝚞𝚜 ::

✦ Lesson One; Introductions ✦ Lesson Two; A Brief History of Conflict ✦ Lesson Three; Observations & Further Research

Holiday Break

✦ Lesson Four; Real-World Applications* ✦ Lesson Five; Acute Environmental Change*

Break ✦ Lesson Six; Lasting Impacts ✦ Lesson Seven; Into Modern Times ✦ Lesson Eight; Wrap-Up

✎ 𝙴𝚡𝚝𝚛𝚊 𝙲𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝 ::

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━━ 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 fics

✦ 2K celebration — milestone event for 2k followers

✦ valentines' special 2023 — fluffy romance with the marvel ladies

━━ 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐗𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐅𝐅 fics

SERIES:

✦ the excellence of misfortune — milf!wanda neighbours!au

ONESHOTS:

✦ doctor's orders — barbie!wanda x gynecologist!reader

✦ babysitter duty — milf!pregnant!wanda x babysitter!reader

✦ strawberries & bunnies — bunny!wanda x owner!reader

✦ kick a ball, score a hot mom — milf!wanda x beefy!reader

✦ extra credit — professor!wanda x cockystudent!reader

✦ taunt — "straight"!popular!wanda x gn!reader

✦ god, you're insatiable — jealous!gf!wanda x gn!reader

✦ giddyup — horny!gf!wanda x beefy!reader

✦ boudoir photography — college!wanda x beefy!prof!reader

✦ heat waves — omega!wanda x beefy!alpha!reader

✦ study break — teachers'pet!wanda x gn!player!reader

✦ rockin' around the christmas tree — bratty!wanda x gn!reader

✦ 'tis the season to be horny — gf!wanda x gn!reader

✦ i'm creaming of a white christmas — innocent!wanda x perv!r

✦ all i want for christmas is you (to fuck me) — horny!wife!wanda

✦ last christmas pt.2 — toxic!ex!wanda x gn!reader

✦ slow hands pt.2 — popular!wanda x gn!reader

HEADCANONS AND BLURBS:

✦ babygirl pt.2 — bratty bottom babygirl!wanda

✦ bunny!wanda — needy!bunny!wanda

━━ 𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐀 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐅𝐅 fics

SERIES:

✦ my divine goddess — goddess!nat x G!P dom!gn!reader

ONESHOTS:

✦ break the rules — stripper!nat x cop!reader

✦ obsession, possesion! — innocent!nat x perv!roommate!reader

✦ office hours pt.2 — secretary!nat x ceo!reader

HEADCANONS AND BLURBS:

✦ ice cream — fluff with smol!gf!nat

━━ 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐀 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 fics

HEADCANONS AND BLURBS:

✦ subby!agatha — subby!girlfriend!agatha

━━ 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐓 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 fics

ONESHOTS:

✦ the super soldier threory — wandanat x supersoldier!reader

HEADCANONS AND BLURBS:

✦ mine — possesive!wandanat x gn!reader

© 𝐒𝐘𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐍 2023 ━ do not copy, edit or translate

Waking up that next morning to find a slightly alarming email that you are failing English got you shaken. You never failed a class, in fact, you were top of your classes and English was your strong suit. 

It didn’t make sense. 

Since you didn’t have classes until noon, you decided to go and speak to your councillor. Before you entered the office, you noticed Wanda leaning against the door. 

“Hello, bunny.” Wanda purred, staring at your legs. “Who are you showing off for?” 

You froze and felt the inside of your feet curl. Wanda was not only in your view but she purposely shoved her tits right near your face. Just a centimetre apart and Wanda’s hair tickling your nose, you immediately crossed your legs and looked away.

“Such a rude bunny. Not staring at your mummy’s tits.” Wanda whispered, kneeling down lower. “You weren’t as shy when you were latching onto them.”

You gulped when Wanda raised her voice, earning stares from other students. 

“Are you not going to say hello to them? They missed your lips, bunny.” Wanda cooed, as she latched onto a string of your hair. 

Your cheeks flushed and that gave Wanda the go ahead. She grabbed a hold of your jaw and purposely shoved your face into her chest. “Give them a quick kiss, before Mr Rogers sees what such whore you are.” 

You gave each tit a brisk kiss and Wanda let out a soft moan before she released you. After Wanda was finished playing with you, you heard the door open and Wanda returned back to her normal position. 

“Ms Maximoff. Ms Y/L/N. Join me in the office.” Mr Rogers spoke out, and you hurriedly entered and felt a sharp pain collide with your bottom. 

“Nice ass, bunny.” Wanda smirked and followed in after you.

As you both seated, Mr Rogers turned his hand to retrieve some documents giving Wanda the idea to pull the two chairs closer. 

“Don’t you dare make a sound or that pretty ass will be destroyed.” Wanda whispered, as she pinched your thigh. 

Mr Rogers turned back and sat down in his seat. He was completely oblivious to the two of you joint at the hip. Wanda was stunned as Mr Rogers couldn’t see the bottom half of both your bodies which gave Wanda a little idea of her own.

“As you can see from my email, I’m regretting going to say that you are failing Ms Maximoff class. I’m not sure if there’s anything going on but I’m concerned that you won’t be graduating this year.” 

Tears spilled in your eyes as Mr Rogers explained your test scores but a sudden shiver ran up your thigh. You quickly darted your head to your thighs and noticed that Wanda’s hand was up your skirt. 

Wanda didn’t even look over at you, but kept a stern face as she listened to Mr Rogers talk. You decided to remove her hand which earned a smack to your cunt causing a little whimper from your lips.

“Is everything okay?” Mr Rogers asked, slightly concerned at the fuss you were making in your seat. 

“Y-Yes. I’m just confused into w-why I’m failing?” You whispered, biting down on your bottom lip as Wanda rubbed her fingers on your panties. 

“It says here that you haven’t done any of your assignments or handed in any tests?” Mr Rogers frowned. “This is unexpected behaviour from you.”

You were trying to concentrate on the accusation of not handing in assignments but your brain shifted to a place full of stars as Wanda moved your panties to the side and teased your clit with her fingers. The words were stumbling out of your mouth as Wanda pressed harder onto your throbbing cunt and a little groan rolled off your tongue as Wanda slammed three fingers inside you. 

“I’m not sure what’s gotten into you but this is extremely important.” Mr Rogers frustratingly said. “I don’t appreciate you coming in here, and behaving like a child.” 

You crossed your legs but Wanda only went faster as you were itching out a sorry. “I don’t mean too. I’m just not understanding how I haven’t sent in my assignments? I turned them in.”

Wanda let out a little chuckle and drove her fingers deeper inside you. “I’m sorry about her, Steve. I didn’t know that I was teaching such a dumb baby. Is there a way we can turn this around?”

You tried to deny Wanda’s pleasure, grabbing hold of her wrist but your fingers weren’t nearly long to wrap them around her wrist. Wanda left Steve to fiddle around with the computer and took a quick glance at you.

You were drenched in sweat. The small trinkets of water falling from your eyes was such a pretty sight to Wanda, the Adeline inside her made her even hungrier for you. 

“Doing so well, bunny. Can’t believe how dirty you are? Letting me finger fuck you whilst the dean is here. Such a dirty, dirty slut.” Wanda hissed and began to use her thumb to rub onto your clit. 

You didn’t say a word, as you felt your legs shake at the momentum that Wanda was giving as she was so close to reaching that spot. Steve turned his attention back to the two of you and shook his head, “It says here that you haven’t submitted anything. The system is very accurate, Wanda’s ex-husband designed it.” 

As those words left Steve’s lips, you growled at Wanda but the moment she turned to look at you, you slouched into your chair as she hit your spot. You could feel your clit clenching around her fingers as she vigorously slammed her fingers inside you. 

“Is there a solution here? Is there a way this dumb baby can get her grades up?” Wanda spoke up, hitting your spot once more before a huge grin sprung on her face as she felt her fingers drown in your cum. 

“I think you might need to spend a lot of time with her, Wanda. Make sure she is with you at all times so she can improve her grades.” Steve blabbered on but you were so zoned out of the conversation, you let the tears spill out as Wanda rode your high. 

“Is she crying?” Steve asked as he turned his attention onto you.

“She’s just sensitive.” Wanda laughed and released her fingers from you. “Sometimes she just starts crying. I think it’s because she can’t formulate her words as much so she acts like this.”

Steve furrowed his eyebrows as you sat quietly, wiping your tears with your jumper. You felt so ashamed and humiliated that you didn’t even know what to say. 

“Pathetic, really.” Wanda started. “A grown woman behaving like a child. I think this orders some type of punishment?” 

Steve shrugged, “I leave her in your hands. I think from watching how you know Y/N so well, you would be the perfect person to help her with these grades.” 

Wanda nodded, “I believe so too. I will make sure each assignment is handed in and each test is 99%.” 

Steve nodded and let out an uncomfortable cough. “I think that’s all we have to discuss. Wanda, can you please make sure Y/N goes to the nurse to get an examination? She looks rather flustered.” 

“Of course.” Wanda chuckled. “She’s my responsibility now.”

Steve gave you an assuring smile before Wanda pulled you up from your chair as grinned at the trail of your own cum dripping down your leg. 

“Dirty, Dirty whore. You are partially dripping with your cum.” 

You lowered your head and tried to wipe it away but Wanda slapped your ass. “Don’t you even think about it. I want everyone to know what a disgusting whore you are.” 

“W-Why did you delete all my assignments? You knew I passed them all.” You sobbed, following Wanda to her car.

“How else am I going to make you mine, bunny? It was the only way to make sure that no one would question the after class hours and one to one session.”

“You could have just asked...” You said as she climbed into her car. 

“Where’s the fun in that, bunny?” Wanda laughed as she strapped you in her child safety belt.

You looked down at the extra protection Wanda has given you. “I’m not a baby.” 

Wanda only laughed at your answer. “Oh you stupid bunny. I’m going to make you one. By the time tomorrow rolls in, you will be back to square one where the only words you will ever say are, ‘Mommy’ ‘Please’ and ‘More’.” 

You didn’t even want to look at her. 

“Don’t worry, bunny. Mommy will take care of you.”

There used to be a time when your boyfriend would always tell you that he loved you, no matter what the conversation or situation was. You would always ask him why he did certain things for you; give you flowers, take you out to dinner, wanting to do everything with you, or even things like fight with you, annoy you. He would always say ‘Because, I love you,’ no matter what. And, you missed those times. You missed when he felt like he was a part of you when you were his top priority as he was yours. Now, somewhere down the road, you lost all of that with him. He only has the time to take you to parties, as a sort of accessory to keep by his side, then refuses to talk to you, and ignores you half of the time. 

You never liked the parties your boyfriend always dragged you to. They were loud, too crowded for your taste and your boyfriend always ended up finding some kind of excuse to leave you alone all by yourself as he mingled around. You feel lost and disconnected in places like this while your boyfriend revels in the chaos of social interactions, all while seemingly drowning himself in beer and alcohol. 

Your likeness for him had slowly dwindled down over time, and you wondered what had happened between the two of you for him to change so much from the man you used to be so fond of. 

And, no, Tyler didn’t always use to be such a jerk to you. In the beginning, he was kind, and gentle and seemed to be interested in whatever you were interested in. He was the kind to buy you flowers when he would think of you, take you on romantic dates in the city, and tell you he loved you every day. You liked him in the beginning, maybe even fell in love with him at some point—well, you couldn’t remember what that felt like with him anymore. 

Now, he barely even replies to your texts, answers your calls, ignores you when you try to talk to him, and leaves you alone at a party full of people you don’t recognize, just for him to go and play beer pong and chug an unhealthy amount of beer with the other guys on the football team. He even lets these random girls feel up on him and openly flirt with him from time to time now, forgetting all about the girl he dragged along with him, who was now glaring at him from across the room. He doesn’t even do anything to stop them, which only fuels your anger even more. 

It wasn’t like you weren’t used to him being this way. This behavior had gotten quite frequent as time went on, and you’ve always thought about breaking up with him. But, each time, he’d fool you with those sweet words and apologies, and tell you he’d be good for you, do better for you, tell you he loved you, and tell you that he wouldn’t know what to do without you. 

And, for some reason, you always fell for it.

You don’t know if it’s because you so desperately want to cling to the past — the past that you remember being so good and lovely. The times when he treated you right was like a dream and you always wanted to believe it could be that way again. Somehow. Because, you liked him. At least, you did then. It was hard to know because everything felt awkward, everything felt insincere. You knew that when the next morning comes, he’ll buy you flowers once again, tell you how sorry he was for accidentally leaving you, and give you that lame excuse that he couldn’t find you in that crowd of people. 

“I wanna leave, Tyler,” you told him, after tapping his shoulder to get his attention.

He turned to you and glared, stepping away from the circle of people that wrapped around the beer pong table, “Are you fucking kidding me? We just got here. Fuck. Go find something to do. I’ll take you home later.”

Truthfully, you were over it. You didn’t even bother talking back about it anyway, having done so plenty of times already and it always had the same outcome. 

After a while, you found yourself in the kitchen of the sorority house, holding your third cup of some cheap alcohol you found and poured for yourself, not really sure of what else you could do but drink. The living room had that lingering smell of weed and warm bodies, and it was beginning to hurt your head the longer you stood in there, making you retreat to the back of the house where the kitchen was. The fresh smell of some brownies in the oven filled the air, and it was much better for your head than everything else outside of this room. They were probably weed brownies, but they smelled better than what was out there. 

The thought of leaving by yourself had crossed your mind several times already, wondering if your boyfriend would even notice if you’d be gone. Who are you kidding? He wouldn’t. You liked to think he would sometimes—that he’d rush right after you when you stepped out the door, grab you by the wrist, and ask where you were going without him as if he cared. But, that would’ve been too good to be true. 

And, you were too caught up in your thoughts to have noticed the figure that walked up next to you.

Wanda leaned over against the counter, standing quite close to you, nudging your shoulder lightly. You could smell that faint scent of alcohol from her lips even though she hadn’t spoken yet. She wore a big suit jacket over a plain shirt that fit loosely on her and held a red solo cup of her own, shaking it slightly as if she was checking if there was anything still in there like she couldn’t remember if she had drank what was in her cup yet. 

Wanda saw you the moment you stepped into the sorority house, always cautiously watching the door for whoever walked in. After all, she lived here. She practically had her eyes on you all night, first noticing that bored look on your face when you walked in with that jerk you called your boyfriend. Then, she saw the rising anger fuming in your eyes when he walked away and left you alone to go hang out with his friends and other girls that he didn’t seem to mind. 

She never really understood what you saw in him. From all of the stories she’s heard from mutual friends to what she has seen now, he was a complete asshole. Sure, when she met you for the first time, you were a happy couple, and he was good to you that time ago. But tonight, it was different. He was different to you and it only seemed to further her opinion of him. 

It was maddening—the way he treated you. Wanda always found herself caught in a bittersweet daydream, one where she yearned to trade places with him, to be the one who could treat you with the love and care you truly deserved.

She had always loved you. From the moment you two met in your first year of college, Wanda had always loved you. With every interaction, every shared laugh, and every stolen glance, her feelings for you only deepened, growing into an unshakeable love that blossomed silently within her. You were perfect in her eyes; you were beautiful, kind-hearted, and talented, but you failed to recognize the fact that you deserved way better than what that stupid boyfriend of yours does for you. The love Wanda held for you became a quiet force that fueled her determination to be there for you, to support you, even if it meant remaining in the shadows.

And, deep down, you’ve feel as if you had always felt it. That love she had for you. You felt it when she would look at you, when she talked to you, and at first, you couldn’t tell what it was. She was a private woman, always so reserved, and never really dated properly within her time in college, other than a few flings and hookups here and there. 

But you saw it firsthand each time she smiled at you. 

Undeterred, Wanda angled her body towards you, the corners of her mouth turning upward in a determined smile. She positioned herself delicately, her face mere inches away from yours, so that you could hear her easily under the booming music, “What are you doing here alone?” 

“Nothing,” you shrugged, taking a sip from your cup, not even bothering to look up at her. “Just felt too crowded in there.”

Wanda nodded and glanced out of the doorway, the first floor of the house practically flooding with people left and right. She noticed that solemn look on your face when you answered your question.

“Isn’t that Tyler outside?” She asked, even though she already knew the answer to that question. She watched you nod, your eyes staring down into the liquid in your cup.“Shouldn’t you be out there with him?”

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you sighed and shook your head, “No, he’s… He’s playing. I wouldn’t be much help… It’s whatever.”

“It’s not whatever,” Wanda countered, the levels of her own annoyance rising. “He’s being a shitty boyfriend.”

You didn’t say anything else and instead chewed on your bottom lip as you let her words sink in. He was, indeed, a shitty boyfriend, but hearing it out of someone else’s mouth felt bitter. Like you had to defend him in some way even though he treats you like shit. You knew that Wanda's assessment held a grain of truth, maybe a lot more than a grain, but your heart stubbornly clung to the remnants of love and loyalty you still felt for him.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean—“

“No, it’s fine,” you tell her, immediately shaking your head as you glance out of the kitchen window, seeing your boyfriend down his drink in the backyard. “He’s just… busy.”

Wanda glanced out the window once more, eyes landing on your boyfriend. He was cheering, having won the same stupid game he was playing since he got here for the third time already, and he was probably drunk out of his mind right now, clearly not caring about the woman he had brought along with him. That woman being you. 

And she could never understand it. 

Wanda turned away and looked over at you. You stared down at your shoes out of boredom, seemingly waiting for something to happen at least. You wondered when your boyfriend would notice the fact that you’re even still here, waiting for the past hour and a half for him. But, every time you looked at him, he looked like he didn’t have a care in the world. 

“Do you want to go somewhere quiet?” Wanda leaned over and asked, scratching the back of her neck. “There’s less people upstairs… And it’s quiet in my room.”

Wanda didn’t know if it was the tiny bit of alcohol she had talking for her, but she couldn’t help but ask—not when someone as beautiful as you stood alone in her kitchen. 

“Your room?”

You took a moment to look past her shoulder again and over to the man you called your boyfriend, only to see him cheering on in front of the beer pong table with some other woman leaning close to him on his side. A sigh fell past your lips before turning back to look at Wanda. 

As your gaze shifted from the window to meet Wanda's eyes, a sudden hush fell upon you. Your heart skipped a beat as you found yourself caught in the vortex of an unwavering stare, one filled with undeniable affection. She was looking at you the entire time. She looked at you like you were the only one there—as if every person, every object, every sound had faded into the background, leaving only the two of you inside this house. An unexpected wave of shyness washed over you, a blush creeping up your cheeks, wondering about what you should say next. 

The gravity of Wanda's invitation to her room weighed heavily upon your conscience, knowing that accepting would lead you down an unfaithful path. A sense of moral obligation tugged at your heart, reminding her of the commitment you made to your boyfriend, who had now abandoned you once again. The knowledge weighed heavily on your heart, like an anchor that tugged at your sense of loyalty. You knew the dangerous allure that waited for you in her room. You very well understood the consequences, and how your heart might sway towards infidelity if you surrendered yourself completely to Wanda. 

With each passing second, your internal struggle intensified. But, why were you so worried about loyalty when the man you once loved seemed to have none for you? You recognized the injustice of your situation, feeling a bitter taste of resentment rise within you as you thought of your boyfriend's indiscretions, allowing himself to be swayed by the company of random women at a party. It was a betrayal in its own right—a crack in the foundation of your relationship.

You decided you didn’t want to see him anymore tonight. And Wanda had the power to do that for you. 

“Lead the way,” you said.

The woman’s eyes before you lit up at the sound of your words and with a tender smile, Wanda reached out, her hand extending towards you, a silent invitation for her to take you away from everything that worried you. You slipped your hand into hers, and with a gentle yet steady grip, her fingers interlaced with yours, beginning to pull you away and up the stairs. 

Wanda maneuvered through the crowd, sidestepping intoxicated individuals who seemed oblivious to the world beyond their own indulgence. Laughter and music washed over you as you reached the second floor and down the hall toward Wanda’s room. 

Your senses heightened as Wanda let you step into her private space, and you found herself instinctively pausing to take in your surroundings. Wanda made sure to not let your hand go, her thumb soothing over the back of your hand as you looked around. She stepped up behind you, gently resting her other hand on your hip as she pressed her front to your back softly. Your eyes swept across the room, drinking in the carefully curated collection of treasures that adorned each shelf and corner. The gentle hum of the music playing downstairs was muffled by the thick walls of Wanda’s room.

“Do you play?” You ask, eyes settling up the guitar by the side of her nightstand.

“Hmm, a bit,” she smiled as you raised your eyebrows, impressed at the fact. “I can show you any time you want. I can teach you.”

Her fingers brushed along the side of your waist, dancing along the fabric of your dress slightly as if she were forming guitar chords. Eventually, you let Wanda’s hands turn you around to face her, the soft scent of lavender filling the air as she leaned into you. 

“You look so pretty tonight, (Y/n),” she whispered, shamelessly staring at your lips.

Her gaze shifted from your mouth and into your eyes, and there you saw the gentle look she held solely for you. Wanda gently lifted the hand she held, guiding your fingertips to her lips, pressing light kisses against your knuckles. 

“Can I kiss you?”

“You already are,” you told her, the corners of your lips threatening to curve upwards.

Wanda smiled in return and brought her other hand up from your hip to your face, cupping your cheek and letting her thumb ghost over your bottom lip, “I mean… here.”

Her fingers trailed down to your jaw, “And right here.” To your neck, “And here.” Then, to your collarbone, “And… here.”

You sighed at the feeling of her feathery touches, closing your eyes as you relaxed in her hands. 

“Can I?” She repeated.

And for a moment, you took a second to look at the moment before you, your cheeks getting warm from Wanda’s actions. The warmth of her breath mingled with the sweet touch of her lips against your fingertips as she waited patiently for your answer for the second time tonight. As the words hung in the air, Wanda's gaze remained fixed on you, captivated by the emotions flickering across your face. In that moment, you appeared more enchanting to her than ever, having you so close to her for the first time, wanting to kiss those lips she’d been dreaming about for so long. 

“Yes, please,” you said. 

Wanda leaned in, closing the distance between the two of you, and softly pressed her lips against yours as she moaned. Every brush and hum of your lips sent shivers down Wanda's spine. Time became a distant concept as you lost yourself in her kisses. 

She slowly led you towards her bed, lips still pressed to yours. She had waited, with hope and uncertainty, for this moment to come. And finally, it was here. She’d show you. She’d show you how well she’d take care of you—how much better she could be than that boyfriend of yours. She’d give you everything you deserve. She’d prove it to you—change your mind, if possible, and have her be the only one to have and love you from now on.

Wanda pulled back after laying you down on her bed, staring down at you. She settled herself in between your legs and sighed at the feeling of your soft thighs under her hands. The sight of lips parting to catch your breath, your chest rising up and down, and your hair all over her pillows drove her crazy. Fuck. 

“Are you sure about this?” Wanda asked.

“Please.” You nodded, reaching out to intertwine your fingers with hers and squeezing them, “I want you, Wanda.”

Once she was positive that you were positive, Wanda pulled her shirt over off, shuffled closer to you, and gently brought your hands up above your head. She leaned down and placed a chaste kiss against your lips once more before traveling down to litter soft kisses against your jaw and your neck. Her body hovered over yours as you squirmed underneath her touches, whining slightly as she sucked on your skin. 

“Wait, Wanda,” you called out and she immediately stopped to look at you, patiently waiting for whatever you had to say. “Don’t leave any marks.” 

Wanda blinked, feeling a sense of disappointment wash over her chest. She was excited to mark you, litter hickeys all over your skin as a reminder that you were hers for the night. 

But she only bit her lip and nodded in return, “I won’t.”

After a beat, Wanda started kissing you once again. This time, her hands traveled downwards, running them along your thighs and up to where they met the hem of your velvety dress. She pushed the fabric upwards, your skin meeting the cold air inch by inch. Wanda was quick to provide warmth, squeezing the softness of your push thighs. 

Her kisses eventually made their way down to the valley of your breasts, letting one of her hands grope your tits. Wanda groaned into your body as you let your hands run through her red hair, tugging at them slightly when she squeezed your tit with her palms. 

“You’re so beautiful,” she whispered against you.

Getting to worship you like this, manifesting your true desires to her, and her alone, felt like a constant dream. She had always imagined what it would be like to see you like this; a hot mess underneath her, moaning for her to touch you. And now that it was here, she never wanted to let it go. 

She’d imagine all the ways, all the positions she’d take you in, and make sure to take good care of you both always. She couldn’t wait to make you feel good. God, it was driving her insane. She couldn’t wait to have you. She wanted to make you see how much better she would be for you. And if there was one thing she wanted more than this; it was time. She wanted this to last forever. She wanted to eliminate all of the chances that could make you slip away from her grasp. 

But you were here now, and she vowed to make it the best you’ve had with the time she was dealt with. 

Her hands squeezed your thighs slightly as she stared down, “Spread those legs for me, sweetheart?” 

Wanda kneeled and leaned down the moment your knees parted, the sight of your drenched laced panties coming into view from underneath your dress. Without a second thought, Wanda pressed the pads of her index and middle finger against the soaked fabric. With half-lidded eyes, she couldn’t help but lean down, pressing her nose against your clothed pussy.

“How are you this perfect?” Wanda sighed against your cunt, her fingers moving the fabric to the side to look at your wetness. 

“Wanda…”

She looked up from in between your legs and licked her lips eagerly, “Yes, baby?”

“Hurry, please,” you whined. You couldn’t wait anymore. “I need you.”

Wanda felt her knees go weak when she heard those words. The sound of your voice, her name coming from your mouth, your hands in her hair… It was all too, perfect—you were so perfect.

After moments of admiring the sight of you in her bed, Wanda finally hooked her thumbs under your panties and dragged them slowly down your legs, making sure you were watching as she did so. The moment they came off, Wanda dove head first in between your legs, dragging the flat of her tongue through your folds. Firm and long licks switched into quick, fast kitten licks against your clit that had your thighs shaking around her head in a matter of seconds. You threaded your hands into her hair, moaning at the suddenness of her attack against your cunt. You dripped your sweet juices onto her tongue, causing her to moan softly against your clit, sending vibrations through your body. 

“Tastes so fucking good, baby.”

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Wanda rolled her eyes to the back of her head, the taste of heaven filling her mouth. She moaned, lips and chin covered in her spit and your slick as she continued to eat you out. 

“Wanda!” You whined as she wrapped her mouth around your clit and sucked. 

The sight of your jaw dropping and your eyes rolling to the back of your head when she introduced her fingers into the mix was something she wanted to see over and over and over again. She carefully prodded your entrance with her middle finger, sucking onto your clit gently, teasing you by slipping barely an inch into you then pulling back out to rub you softly. As she did so, she could feel your hips buck and your legs tense up around her head as she hummed against your clit with a smile on her face. 

You were soaking wet, dripping your juices all over the covers of her bed. Carefully, she slipped a single finger into you all the way down to her knuckle. She then curled it, emitting the loudest whine you let out for her tonight. She continued to curl her finger over and over, occasionally giving your clit some attention, sucking slightly and licking it gently as your orgasm started to build. 

“Mmmph, fuck, Wanda, I—"

Her green eyes watched as you withered against her bed, because of her mouth, to taste you like this, and hear your delicious moans fall past your lips. She slipped a second finger into you, your velvety walls wrapping around her digits, coating them with your slick as you moaned into her pillow and pulled at the sheets. 

“That’s it, (Y/n),” she stared up in awe as she watched your head fall back into the pillow, moaning at the feeling of her digits moving inside of your pussy. “Keep on making those noises for me, beautiful.”

Her two fingers that were swallowed inside your warmth began to speed up the moment she wrapped her lips around your clit once more, and sucked as hard as she could. You screamed into her pillow, trying to close your legs shut, engulfing her head with your plush thighs. Wanda decided that this was the best way to go; suffocating between your legs with the taste of your juices on her tongue. 

Soon, your voice faded out and your moans became more like gasps and hiccups for air. Wanda closed her eyes, her mouth pulling away to move up your body, resting her lips against your neck as her breath fans across your skin. You whined and clawed at her back deliciously as Wanda pumped and pumped her fingers in and out of you at a faster pace. She could hear all of your juices squelching down there because of her fingers and she couldn’t help but roll her eyes back and moan at the sounds filling her room. She felt as if she was in heaven. 

Wanda’s eyes, her pupils blown out from lust and darkened in desire didn’t help either, as the wetness between your legs only seemed to pool more and more as she fucked into you.

“I’m gonna cum, Wanda—“

“Yeah? Gonna cum all over my fingers, baby?” She whispered in your ear, grunting against the side of your face as she pumped into you harder with her thumb pressing harshly in circles against your clit. 

Your orgasm hit hard, a sharp cry coming from your throat as you came, arching your back as Wanda slowed her movements. The sound of your cry sent shock waves straight down to her own core, and her eagerness to move inside of you, pressing against that spot in your pussy caused you to gasp and cry out again, shaking violently as you came around her fingers.

“Oh, fuck,” Wanda groaned against your neck, breathing heavily against you as you trembled in her bed. God, she wished she could make love to you forever. 

And knowing that she couldn’t, Wanda made use of the time she had left for the rest of the night and fucked you for as time would allow her until the two of you grew tired and passed out on her bed. 

Wanda held you close, pulling her blankets over you, naked bodies pressed together as you slept for the rest of the night. She savored the precious moments the two of you shared, knowing that her time with you was fleeting and she might not get a chance as good as this. She took some time to watch as you slept for a bit, her heart swelling with the feeling of you against her. It felt perfect, like you were made to fit right into her arms. 

But a bittersweet reality loomed over Wanda's thoughts, a reminder that you belonged to another, your heart already spoken for by a distant boyfriend. The one person she envied, deeming him unworthy of your love. She wondered what it would be like to claim the entirety of your heart, to be the one who could provide solace and security for you in every waking moment, and not just for tonight. 

Wanda's eyes traced the delicate curve of your cheek, her fingertips brushing against the soft strands of your hair. With a tender touch, she brushed her lips against your forehead, pressing a small kiss on your skin before falling asleep herself, while listening to the soft sound of your breathing. 

She wished that this was forever. And she wished you wanted her the same way she wanted you. 

A soft rustling sound reached Wanda’s ears, like the delicate whisper of fabric against fabric. Fluttering her eyes open slowly, Wanda could feel the subtle shift of the mattress, the gentle weight redistribution that accompanied your movement. Through half-closed eyes, Wanda's gaze settled upon your silhouette as you leaned down to pick your clothes up. You were in nothing but your underwear and you sat there for a second to look down at your phone, the glow of the screen casting gently upon your face. 

“Hey,” Wanda whispered softly, propping herself up on one of her elbows, eyes still struggling to keep open.

You looked up in surprise, turning to see her rubbing her eyes as she looked at you, “Hey…”

“What’re you…” Wanda yawned and ran a hand through her hair. “What’re you doing? Are you leaving?”

There was a slight pout on her lips that you didn’t fail to notice. You watched her eyes lazily dart to the digital clock on her nightstand, furrowing her eyebrows slightly before turning her drowsy gaze away to look at you again.

“It’s six in the morning… on a Saturday,” she said as if it was obvious. 

“I know,” you nodded and looked down at your phone, the screen completely filled with texts and missed calls from that boyfriend of yours. “I just… I think I should really get going, Wanda.”

There was a moment of silence. 

“Oh.”

Wanda sighed and sat up properly, grabbing her shirt from the floor to put on. A very big part of her wanted to ask you to stay, over and over again, so that she could wrap her arms around you, underneath the covers, have you lay your head on her chest, and sleep peacefully with you for as long as she could. 

But there was a slim chance you’d take that offer.

“I’ll drive you.”

“It’s fine,” you said, fixing your dress as you stood up from her bed. “I really don’t live that far.”

Truthfully, you did live quite a few ways away, but you wanted to sort out everything that was running through your head, and the time it would take to walk to your apartment might just let you do that. 

Wanda bit her lip, wondering if she had done something wrong. She thought that maybe you were regretting the night before, thinking that one of the best nights she’s ever lived through was possibly a mistake in your eyes. 

She hoped you didn’t think that. 

“Are you sure?” Wanda grabbed her keys from her desk, just in case you change your mind. “I’m not tired.”

“I’m positive, Wanda,” you smiled lightly, knowing very well she wanted to back to sleep. “It’s okay.”

As you gathered your belongings, your movements deliberate yet tinged with a touch of haste, Wanda's gaze lingered upon you, committing every detail to memory. The way your fingers deftly secured a strand of hair behind your ear, the determined set of your jaw as you walked towards the door, the fleeting glances you stole in Wanda's direction—each moment etched itself in Wanda’s mind. 

Time seemed to stretch as Wanda observed your preparations, each passing second amplifying the ache within her. She longed to reach out, to intertwine her fingers with yours and convince you to stay for a little while longer. 

But the choice, ultimately, rested with you, and Wanda knew that she had to honor that.

“Wait,” she called out suddenly, her tone infused with a soft concern that you couldn't ignore, just as you had placed a hand on the doorknob. “One second.”

You watched her step away, rushing over to her closet near the corner of her room, then pulling out some brown jacket. With a tender smile, Wanda approached you, her hands enveloped in the folds of her own jacket.

"Here," Wanda murmured, her voice barely above a whisper as she offered the jacket to you. "It's probably cold out there." 

There was a vulnerability in her eyes, a hidden message that spoke of the lengths she would go to protect and care for you, even in the smallest ways. Your eyes widened slightly, surprised yet touched by Wanda's gesture. A myriad of emotions flickered across your face—gratitude, a touch of longing, and a hint of reluctance. You hesitated for a moment, torn between accepting Wanda's offering and the weight of your own conflicted feelings.

“If you’re not going to let me drive you… at least take this,” Wanda said, sensing your inner struggle. “You can return it whenever. Or don’t. Whichever is fine.”

Your hand trembled ever so slightly as you reached out and accepted the jacket. The fabric felt warm and comforting against your skin, as though it held a piece of Wanda's essence within its fibers.

“Thank you,” you whispered, your voice filled with a mix of gratitude and unspoken emotions. 

Wanda watched as you slipped into her jacket carefully, letting it fall gracefully upon your shoulders. It was a tad bit loose on you, and Wanda only found it adorable, nonetheless. It was her first time seeing you in one of her clothes and she had to bite back that smile that was threatening to show on her face. With a gentle touch, Wanda adjusted the collar of the jacket, ensuring it provided the utmost comfort and warmth for you. 

You left soon after, leaving Wanda alone in the silence of her room. 

The crisp air brushed against your cheeks, its touch a gentle reminder of the outside world. After walking out of the neighborhood, the city streets unfolded before you as you ventured forth, enveloped in Wanda's jacket. It was warm, you thought, like her. Wanda was warm. You felt her warmth the night before as she held you delicately like she was afraid of breaking you. 

The weight of your actions pressed upon you, the guilt of infidelity intertwining with the intoxicating sensations that Wanda had awakened within you. Thoughts of your boyfriend, once a source of comfort and affection, mingled with memories of last night.

As you walked, the city whispered its secrets. The laughter of strangers, the busy morning road full of people heading into work in the early morning, the flickering lights of cafes and bars, and the intertwining streets became a chorus of reflections, mirroring the complexity of your emotions. 

You wondered what your boyfriend was up to now, probably sleeping, and if he even thought of the possibility of you cheating on him. Would he even care at this point? You had always been a loyal girlfriend before your relationship had started crumbling, always being there for him as much as you could, trying to make him happy, just as he did for you. But, now, everything seemed to be thrown away, and it was like you didn’t even know him anymore. 

Instead, you let your thoughts shift to Wanda—sweet and gentle Wanda. You couldn’t help but compare your boyfriend to her. In the course of a single night, Wanda had unraveled layers within you that had remained untouched for so long.

As you finally reached your apartment, you stood before the threshold, your heart heavy with the weight of your choices. With a deep breath, you stepped inside, the door closing behind you. The echoes of the city receded, leaving you alone with your thoughts and the echoes of conflicting emotions. You can’t help but think of the night before when Wanda showered you with that love and affection you’ve been craving. It was all you could think about. 

And in this moment, you felt that you missed Wanda more than you did your boyfriend. 

The entire month came around quickly, and the world around you sprang back to life, bustling with the rhythms of college life. The campus hummed with the energy of students making their way to their classes. As you made your way to the art building, you found yourself clutching a bouquet of vibrant flowers, another peace offering from your boyfriend, a gesture meant to make amends for doing something that hurt your feelings. Again. It was typical.

Yet, you didn’t feel anything as you looked at the flowers. The colors of the flowers seemed muted, the petals lacking the vibrancy that you craved. You couldn't help but feel a tinge of disappointment, a sense of disconnection that overshadowed any gratitude you should have felt. You couldn't shake the nagging sensation that something essential was missing.

And Wanda felt the same thing, if not, more. God, she missed you the moment you slipped out of her arms that morning. Just the thought of you in her bed, moaning her name just like you did that night sent her into orbit. She wanted you all over again. She needed you. And she just couldn’t help herself. Not when she got the taste of what it would be like to have you in that way. You were addicting. She wanted more. So much more. 

So, then, it happened again. And again. And again.

For the past month, you’ve betrayed your boyfriend, seeking solace and love in the arms of Wanda. Every stolen moment, every secret rendezvous, ignited a passionate flame within you that you had never experienced before. She made love to you every week that passed. You’ve been having frequent late nights in Wanda's room, hidden within the walls of the sorority house. She made love to you every week that passed, stole you away from your classes to make out with you in secret, wanting to have her hands all over you as much as she could. A lot of the time, it would happen on nights when your boyfriend would drag you to another party and he was too caught up to notice that you’d disappear, stolen away by Wanda so that she could keep you all to herself. 

On one hand, you felt guilty. But on the other hand, your heart yearned for Wanda and her touches, her gentle words, and the way she looked at you. With Wanda, you felt seen, heard, and cherished in a way you had never experienced before.

As your mind wandered through the labyrinth of your thoughts, everything around you seemed to fade into a blur of colors and shapes. But just as you were lost in the depths of your reverie, a soft but distinct knock echoed through your ears, jolting your senses.

“What are you painting?”

You snapped out of your trance and took in your surroundings. Unbeknownst to you, your art class, your final class of the day, had ended, and the studio was empty. Startled, your gaze shifted abruptly towards the door frame behind you, where a familiar figure stood, their presence bringing an instant surge of warmth to your heart. It was Wanda, the one who had occupied your thoughts so incessantly. She was leaning against the doorframe with her arms folded. 

“What are you doing here?” You stood quickly, eyes flickering with a sense of surprise and worry.

“I missed you.”

You rushed out of your seat, quickly making your way over to where she stood. Wanda shifted under your gaze the moment you reached behind her to close the studio door before grabbing her arm and pulling her further into the room in case anyone saw her. Caught off guard by the sudden pull, Wanda stumbled slightly, her attention instantly captured by the sight of you.

You stood before her, clad in an artist's apron, tiny smudges of paint adorning your cheeks and hands. Your shirt, with its sleeves carefully folded, revealed glimpses of the same colors that lived on your canvas. And Wanda couldn’t help but smile at you.

“What are you smiling about?” You rolled your eyes, shyly tucking your hair behind your ear as you turned around to avoid her stare.

Wanda shook her head but kept the smile on her face, following closely behind you as you sat back down on the stool in front of your easel, “Nothing.”

“Seriously,” you say, rolling your eyes before picking the paintbrush up from your table. “What are you doing here?”

“Um,” Wanda struggled to find an excuse, “I was walking by and thought I’d come see you… just to see what you were up to.”

It wasn’t a total lie. But she missed you so much that she practically ran across the whole campus just to get to this building. And to be honest, she couldn't stop missing you if she tried. A month has passed since you left her bedroom that night, and the following weeks spent sneaking around with you almost felt both unsettling and heavenly to her—she had you, but at the same time, she didn’t. And, she hated it. 

In truth, Wanda's last class was located on the other side of the campus, far from the art studio. But the distance mattered little to her. She had to see you, and now that she did, fighting the urge to touch you was practically unbearable.

“I’m working on my final piece,” you told her, staring down at the palette box on the wooden table, using a palette knife to mix your oils. “It’s just some finishing touches. It won’t dry soon enough if I do a thicker layer… even though I should, but it has to be done by next Wednesday…”

You went on rambling quietly about what else you needed to do as if you were not only talking to her but also reminding yourself, which was cute, Wanda thought. She listened intently, slowly making her way closer behind you, peeking over your shoulder with a curious smile as her hand slowly rested against your hip. 

“What’s on Wednesday?” She asked, her front now pressed against your back as you continued to paint. 

Your breath hitched at the contact, but you made no move to back away. She was warm—and you learned that you loved that about her. You could feel her face next to yours, closely observing each stroke of your brush, watching how your fingers danced over the canvas.

“Well, it’s due Wednesday and there’s, uh,” you cleared your throat, suddenly feeling nervous and fuzzy in your chest knowing she was so close to you. “An exhibit. It’s on Friday, actually, but they need to finish preparing for it by Thursday. The art professors are choosing some students to showcase their portfolios at the museum down the road. It’s funded by the university.”

Wanda’s eyebrows raised in surprise, “And you got chosen as one of the artists? Out the whole art department?”

You laughed and shook your head, “Don’t make it a big deal—“

“But it is a big deal!” Wanda turned her head to look at you, her eyes watching your features closely. “It’s amazing. Really.”

Your heart skipped a beat and your breath hitched in your throat as you turned to face Wanda, the tips of your noses brushing against each other, causing you to pull your head back slightly. Your eyes widened, taking in the breathtaking proximity of your faces, your breaths mingling in the shared space in between. And you began to notice things you’ve never really taken the time to admire.

Wanda's bright green eyes, like emerald gems, sparkled with a mixture of affection and curiosity. The strands of her tousled red hair tumbled slightly, probably from wind from outside, framing her features with an effortless charm. You drank in the sight of Wanda, committing every line and curve to your memory.

“I think you’re amazing,” Wanda whispered, her eyes darting from your eyes down to your lips.

You watched her eyes as she did so, your cheeks flushing slightly—usually because of the fact that she always wanted to kiss you. 

Your voice trembled with a mix of uncertainty and longing as she began, “Wanda, wait… I don’t think we should—“

But before you could complete your sentence, Wanda tilted her head and closed the gap, her lips meeting yours in a gentle, yet fervent, kiss. Your initial protest was lost in the softness of Wanda's lips against your own as your eyes fluttered closed. Wanda's lips, warm and tender, spoke volumes of the love and adoration she held for you, and you couldn’t help but kiss her back. 

The kiss deepened, Wanda running her tongue along your bottom lip, wrapping her arms, and running her hands around your waist from behind you as you welcomed her into your mouth with a soft moan. She had been wanting to kiss you again since the last time she saw you, and now that it was finally here, it felt like a dream come true. 

You made out with Wanda until you felt like you were about to faint. You pulled away to catch your breath, keeping Wanda still by holding her shoulders in place as she continued to chase for your lips.

“Wanda,” you breathed, your mind filling itself with conflicting thoughts. 

“No one’s going to see,” she tried to reassure you, her lips brushing against yours.

“T-That’s not what I’m worried about,” A sigh falls from your mouth, turning your head away from her before she could lean back in.

Wanda's eyes tried to search yours, filled with a mixture of determination and longing, wanting nothing more than to press her lips against your mouth over and over again. Her voice trembled with a blend of frustration and vulnerability as she asked, “Then, what are you worried about?”

“I-I’ve been wanting to talk to you. This whole month with you… It’s been amazing. You’ve been perfect. Truly. But, I… I don’t know if this is a good idea… anymore… and I’m still with Tyler,” you finally let out, struggling to find the right words to say.

She paused, suddenly feeling tense after listening to you. 

“Then, break up with him,” she said softly, eyes gazing into yours, concentrating on what you had to say. 

“Wanda…”

“You said it’s been amazing. I don’t…” She shook her head, furrowing her eyebrows for a split second. “I don’t understand why this isn’t a good idea anymore. I don’t understand why you won’t break up with him. Do you even still like him? Do you not like me?”

You stood from your seat and walked a couple of paces away from her. “Of course, I like you.”

Wanda clenched her jaw, watching you carefully as you ran your hand through your hair, “You know what I mean.”

And for a moment, you don’t answer. It wasn’t because you weren’t sure of what the answer was, it was because of how sure you were. Wanda had given you so much love in one month and within this hour than Tyler could’ve given you in the past year. You couldn’t love Wanda even if you were tired. 

You closed your eyes, and sighed, “I do, Wanda.”

“Then, why are you still with him?”

“I don’t—I don’t know…” You stammered, frustration washing over your entire face. “I-I’ve been with him for so long and I’ve seen all of the good and the bad and I just can’t stop thinking about things like… what if he changes? I want to believe that he can, and lying to him constantly is starting to take a toll on me.”

“How long are you going to hold on to that ‘what if’? Hm? It’s been a month and he still hasn’t done anything to make you happy! He’s not just going to change overnight and besides, you’ve been constantly trying to talk to him about what’s wrong or what’s bothering but he doesn’t even seem to care!” She yelled, shaking her head slightly, “And what if he never changes? What if he keeps treating you like this? What then?”

Your eyes glistened with unshed tears as you listened to Wanda’s voice, tinged with a mixture of heartbreak and determination. Love, fear, loyalty, and doubt waged a fierce internal war within you. You knew deep down that Wanda was right, that your relationship with him was eroding your own happiness.

“Well, what are you asking me to do?” Wanda asked, furrowing her eyebrows.

“I-I don’t know—“

“If you’re going to ask me to just be friends with you, I’m not doing it,” she said, shaking her head, the thought of it waking her heart. “I can’t… I can’t just be friends with you.”

Your eyes softened at her words, “Wanda…”

“And, I know it’s scary. I know… It’s not going to be easy. I know you really liked him at some point back then, and that it’s hurting you that he’s like this,” Wanda said with a heavy heart as she watched the first of your tears run down your face. It tore her apart to be the one to make you cry, but she knew that you needed to hear it. “But, I really like you, too. And, I want to do things right with you. I want to take you out on dates and share the things I have with you. I want to kiss you. So many times. I want to worship you. I want to give you all the things you deserve. But, I don’t want to do any of that while you’re suffocating yourself in this relationship... You’re not happy with him, (Y/n). Not like you are with me.”

Your gaze faltered, torn between the love you felt for Wanda and the lingering ties that bound you to a toxic relationship. Fear and uncertainty swirled within you, clouding your judgment and eclipsing the clarity of your own desires. 

Wanda furrowed her eyebrows again, her gaze landing on the flowers on the table, “Are these from him?”

The fact that you don’t say anything else answers Wanda’s question. She nodded, pain filling her chest as she stared at your back. Feeling like you ripped her heart right out of her, jealousy filled her veins and she grabbed her bag and made her way to the door. 

“He’s a dick, (Y/n),” she started, halting in her tracks before she could walk out. “Love isn’t about hiding behind a bouquet of flowers to avoid talking to you. It’s not about waiting to see if things get better when all he does is give you a five-dollar bouquet as his way to apologize. He should be on his knees begging for your forgiveness. Because, if I were him, I’d do everything and anything to make sure you’re happy. I hope you know that.”

Then, she left.

You don’t see her for the next several days, not after that argument. She doesn’t text or call you and she doesn’t visit the art building anymore. 

Days turned into nights, and you found yourself anxiously waiting for a message, a call, or any form of contact from Wanda. But the silence remained unbroken, leaving you to question the depth of the chasm that had grown between you. Your heart longed for Wanda's presence, for the sound of her voice, and the comfort of her embrace. 

You replayed the argument over and over in your mind, dissecting every word exchanged and every emotion unleashed. You understood Wanda's frustration, her desire to be together with you, free from the toxicity that clung to your current relationship. And yet, fear had clouded your judgment, chaining you to a life that no longer brought you happiness. 

The nights turned into weeks, and your heart grew heavier with each passing moment. You yearned for the sound of Wanda's laughter, the warmth of her smile, and the unwavering support she had always offered for you. The absence of her presence was a constant reminder of the choice you had made and the potential consequences of that choice. Two weeks had passed since the argument, and the silence that lingered between the two of you weighed heavily on your spirit.

And soon, Friday came: the night of the exhibit. A mixture of excitement and nervousness coursed through your veins. The gallery buzzed with activity, the air thick with the scent of anticipation. Your artwork adorned the walls along with several other students, each stroke of your brush conveying emotions you had kept hidden for so long.

As the guests began to trickle in, your eyes scanned the crowd, searching for a familiar face amidst the sea of strangers. Each passing moment filled you with a sense of anticipation. You wondered if Wanda would come, and if she remembered it. The murmurs and laughter of the attendees swirled around you, blending into an indistinct background noise.

As the minutes ticked away, each second seemed to stretch into eternity. Your heart raced, your palms clammy with nervous anticipation. And then, in the midst of your restless thoughts, about an hour into the exhibit, a figure appeared at the entrance of the gallery. Wanda's presence filled the room, her vibrant aura commanding attention.

You approached her, but you couldn't help but notice the subtle signs of conflict etched upon her face. Wanda's eyes, usually filled with a gentle glow, held a mixture of hope and trepidation. It was clear that she had taken a risk by attending the exhibit, despite the wounds of your recent disagreement.

The room seemed to quiet around the two of you as you inched your way closer, as if the universe recognized the significance of this moment. Your heart swelled with a mix of gratitude and remorse, realizing the depth of Wanda's love and her willingness to be there for you, even when it felt like she hadn’t spoken to you in ages. 

Wordlessly, you stood beside Wanda, your shoulders almost touching, as you both gazed at the art that surrounded them. As the colors of your artwork danced across the gallery walls, you allowed yourself to hope, to believe that perhaps forgiveness and second chances were possible. And standing beside her, Wanda silently promised to be there, ready to support and love you, no matter the outcome.

“You came,” you breathed out, once you were close enough for her to hear. “You… you didn’t have to.”

Wanda turned at the sound of your voice, taking a moment to admire the way you looked tonight. The sight of you only made her curse under her breath, questioning why you had to look so damn good all the time. 

“Of course, I came,” she said, subtle eyes skimming over the dress that wrapped around your curves. “I wouldn’t miss it. But, I am a little bit late… I didn’t know when it was starting.”

Your eyebrows twitched upwards as you listened to her words, pursing your lips as a way to hide the pain you were feeling in your chest, “No, it’s okay. I–I’m glad you’re here. I’m really happy you’re here.”

You hadn't expected Wanda to come, not after the fight and the painful silence that had ensued for the past two weeks. But she came anyway, to one of the most important nights you had been preparing for throughout the year and you were beyond grateful. You could kiss her right now. 

But the pain you felt in your chest mostly stemmed from the fact that seeing Wanda here tonight made you recall what had happened between you two in the art studio. For the whole week, you thought you wouldn’t see her again, and it hurt to think that when that was all you wanted. 

And not only that, but you were also disappointed in the fact that you couldn’t see Tyler anywhere. You wondered if he was going to come tonight, or if he even remembered. But, that doesn’t even matter to you anymore. It hurt, of course, but it was a typical feeling you grew tired of. She was right. And deep down, even though you chose to do the opposite of what she said, you knew she was, too. You felt guilty for hurting Wanda, and for trying to believe in your boyfriend when she had been telling you from the start that he wasn’t going to change. 

“Um,” you started, trying to find the words to say. “How do you like it so far? The exhibit? Did you get to walk around a bit?”

Wanda smiled lightly, noticing that this was your way to have a conversation with her, “Yeah, yeah, I did. It’s amazing. Everyone did a great job. You’re all really talented.”

“Thank you,” you cleared your throat, turning away to hide the blush on your cheeks. 

“Your paintings are breathtaking, (Y/n),” she said, her eyes tracing the strokes of your artwork with admiration. “Almost just as stunning as their maker.”

“Shut up,” you rolled your eyes playfully, nudging her shoulder a bit. You knew it was a way for her to lighten up the mood on a night that was so important to you. 

“I’m serious,” Wanda smiled gently. “You look beautiful. Really. That dress… You’re stunning.”

A blush tinted your cheeks as she glanced down at your attire, a mixture of gratitude and unease evident in your expression. "Thank you, Wanda."

You were grateful. You really were. Tears of appreciation welled up in your eyes, reflecting the flickering lights of the gallery, as you thought about Wanda. You felt as if you didn't deserve Wanda's unwavering support, but you also couldn't deny the overwhelming gratitude you felt.

While your eyes occasionally darted to your phone, a sense of resignation had settled within you. You had sent countless messages to your boyfriend, seeking his whereabouts and wondering about his presence, but with each unanswered text, the realization began to crystallize in your heart. He would never change for you. He would never prioritize your happiness or love you the way you deserved.

As your eyes swept over the crowd, you struggled to find your boyfriend anywhere. His absence spoke volumes, a stark reminder of the shortcomings of your relationship and the love that had dwindled over time. But, Wanda's presence radiated with unwavering support and affection, reminding you of the love she had found in the midst of chaos. 

“(Y/n)!” Another student called out for you. “Professor is looking for you. Some other teachers are asking about one of your paintings.”

“Oh, right. Yeah, I’ll be there in a sec,” you told her, biting your lip as you turned back around to face Wanda. “I… I have to go. But, if it’s okay, do you think you could… I’m allowed to leave in about thirty minutes—The students just need to be here for the opening since that’s when all of the critics and important art people and professors come in… And the gallery stays open for the rest of the night anyway, but after that, I’m free to go… So I was wondering if you could… I mean, if you even want to—”

“Yeah, I-I’ll wait for you,” she said with a smile, nodding her head eagerly without a second thought, interrupting your adorable ramble before you could even ask your question. 

You had to fight a smile that was slowly making its way onto your face, “Okay, I-I’ll find you.”

Reluctantly, you stepped away to find your professor, who gestured toward a group of important art figures gathered nearby. You made your way towards them, your mind divided between the conversation that awaited you and Wanda. With each stolen glance, you couldn't help but notice the softness in Wanda's features, the way her eyes shimmered with a mix of emotions that mirrored her own.

Engaging in polite conversation with the art professionals, your attention wavered, your thoughts constantly drifting back to Wanda. You wanted to go back to her. As you listened intently to the conversation before you, your eyes would inevitably wander back to Wanda, who moved quietly, her every gesture captivating and graceful as she looked around

Yet, you knew that this conversation with your professor held importance for your artistic future. So, you remained present, exchanging pleasantries and discussing your work, all the while feeling the pull of your emotions toward Wanda, who appeared lost in your own thoughts as she explored the gallery.

When the conversation drew to a close, your professor commended you on your talent and potential, expressing a desire to further support your artistic journey. Grateful for the recognition, you excused yourself, your steps immediately directing themselves toward Wanda, who stood near a captivating sculpture. Your heart quickened as you made your way through the bustling gallery, your mind consumed with conflicting emotions. 

But before you could reach her, your eyes caught the sight of a familiar man standing passed the glass doors of the gallery. He stood out by the entrance, a bouquet in his palm as he was about to step into the building. 

Without wasting another second, you rushed over to where he stood, to try and keep him out because you felt that he didn’t belong here anymore. 

“What are you doing here?” you said quietly, your voice tinged with a mix of exhaustion and frustration.

“(Y/n)! I’m so sorry for being late. I-I got caught up with work. You know how it is, and—and I couldn’t find the building and there was so much traffic when I was driving here,” Tyler said, muttering excuses after excuses. He held out the bouquet, his expression filled with contrived sincerity, “These are for you. I know how much you like them—”

“Tyler, I don’t want the flowers,” You shook your head, not even batting an eyelash at the way his arms dropped to the side after you said that sentence, gripping the plastic of the bouquet tightly in his hand. “I don’t want you here. I want you to leave.”

Confusion flickered across Tyler's face, quickly replaced by defensiveness. “What? I just fucking got here. I-I came to support you—”

“I am not going to do this with you again,” You rolled your eyes and glanced to the side, too furious to even look at him.

"Do what?"

“This, Tyler. I’m done. I’m done embarrassing myself. I’m tired you of treating me like shit. I can’t believe I spent so long trying to believe you’d change for me, but I’m not going to do that anymore. I’m done,” you said, swallowing the lump in your throat as tears welled up in your eyes.

Anger flashed across his face, his frustration bubbling to the surface. "What the fuck are you talking about? We've been together for years. We can work through this. It’s just a rough patch."

“No, Tyler. It isn’t. I’ve already tried talking to you about this! So many times! But you just ignore me, you don’t talk to me, you don’t pay any attention to me, you flirt with everyone else and all you do for me is buy me so many goddamn flowers like they mean something for you!”

“You’re fucking unbelievable,” he muttered under his breath, rolling his eyes as he turned to look away.

“I’m unbelievable? Are you kidding me?”

“Yes, you are! You’re always so fucking boring! Always sitting alone at parties, always wanting to leave early, and you never want to go out—“

“How is this my fault?” You cried out in frustration. “You… You don’t even love me anymore.”

“What, and you do?”

The argument spilled onto the streets, voices raised and emotions running high. Your heart ached as the realization hit you with crushing force—this was the end. The end of a relationship that had long been tainted by neglect, disrespect, and a lack of true connection.

“I’m not doing this again, Tyler. We’re done. You can go find some other girl to give those stupid flowers to. Because, it’s not going to be me.”

Without saying more, you stepped back into the gallery and rushed through the gallery, heading straight into the office room where you kept your things. You closed the door behind you, tears streaming down your face. You leaned against the table, your body trembling with both relief and sadness. The echoes of the breakup reverberated in your mind, reminding you of the pain you had endured and the weight that had been lifted from your shoulders.

As you allowed yourself to surrender to your emotions, you were unaware that Wanda had been watching when you ran into the room, seeing the tears that threatened to roll down your cheeks as you walked. But she waited. Wanda understood the need for you to process your feelings in private, respecting your space while patiently waiting for you. 

Minutes passed and you wiped away your tears, taking deep breaths to steady your trembling form. You decided that you felt like the building was suffocating you and that you needed to leave, but you remembered Wanda. With each passing moment, your heart began to steady and you slowly grabbed your things before heading out again. You knew that your decision to break away from Tyler was the right one, even if it meant venturing into unknown territory with Wanda. 

As you finally gathered the strength to leave the room, you slowly opened the door, your eyes adjusting to the dim lighting of the gallery once again. And there, standing just a few steps away, was Wanda. She gave you a small smile as you slowly made your way towards her. 

“Hey, is everything okay?” Wanda watched as you tried to avoid her eyes as a way to hide the fact that you were crying. But she saw right through you.

You finally spoke, your voice trembled slightly, "I, um, think I need to get out of here, away from all this... everything. I know I asked you to wait—."

“No, it’s okay,” Wanda nodded immediately, her expression filled with empathy. "I’ll drive you home."

And normally, you’d protest and say you can go alone instead, but Wanda made no room for you to argue when she already started making her way towards the doors. Your eyes flickered with gratitude as you leaned into Wanda's presence, following closely behind her. 

You stepped outside, the cool night air embracing the both of you as Wanda led you to her car. She opened the door for you, gesturing for you to slide into the passenger seat. You settled into the seat, glancing at Wanda as she made her way into her own, your eyes shimmering with vulnerability. Starting the engine, Wanda guided the car onto the open road of the city, leaving the gallery and its lingering shadows in the rearview mirror. The world outside the windows slowly became a blur of city lights and passing landscapes as time passed. 

The drive was quiet. The soft hum of the car engine filled the air as she drove you home in a comforting silence. You sat quietly in the passenger seat, your gaze fixed on the passing streetlights, getting lost in your own thoughts. But Wanda stole glances at you whenever she could, her eyes tracing the delicate curve of your profile, sitting so pretty in the passenger seat of her car. You wore a jacket over that gorgeous dress you wore, and every fiber of Wanda's being yearned to reach out, to hold your hand, or put hers over your thigh. 

But she restrained herself. 

The car eventually glided to a stop in front of your apartment, the engine purring into silence. Wanda turned off the ignition and her gaze lingered on you for a moment longer before she spoke softly. 

“We’re here,” she said, rubbing her hands against her jeans nervously. 

You pulled yourself out of your trance the moment her words reached your ears, glancing out the window for a moment before looking back at her. She was waiting. You met Wanda's gaze, a flicker of a smile gracing your lips. She was waiting. You nodded once again, but you didn’t move to get out or anything. 

Instead, you asked, “Do you want to come in?”

Wanda's eyes widened, eyebrows twitching in surprise, her initial shock giving way to a glimmer of hope that danced in the depths of her gaze. A gentle smile curved Wanda's lips, the subtlest of nods conveying her agreement, even fighting the urge to say ‘please.’

“Yeah.”

It was quiet when she entered your apartment, following behind in soft footsteps as you led her through your front door. She’s never really been inside before—all the secret nights you spent with her were in the comfort of her own room in the sorority house. She liked having you in her bed. Then again, she would love to be in yours, if you’d let her. 

The air felt heavy with unspoken words, tension lingering from the events that had unfolded at the gallery. She followed closely behind you, her footsteps light and cautious as you led her down the hall to your kitchen. The atmosphere in the apartment seemed hushed, almost as if it was holding its breath, mirroring the uncertainty that lingered in Wanda's mind. Her mind raced with thoughts of what she could say, how she could comfort you, or how to even begin talking to you. 

Leaning against the kitchen table, Wanda's gaze fixed upon your back, watching your every move as you prepared tea for her. Nervous anticipation coursed through her veins, a gentle thrum of excitement filling her chest as she stared at you. She found herself entranced by the sight of you before her. The dress hugged you in all of the right spots, every line and curve fitting you perfectly. And Wanda couldn't help but marvel at how effortlessly the fabric draped over your frame, molding itself to you, as if it had been designed with you in mind. Wanda didn’t know how long she was staring. Her eyes traced the gentle sway of your hips as you reached for a teacup, and she wanted nothing more than to pull you close to her.

“I broke up with him,” you blurted out suddenly. 

Lost in her admiration, Wanda's breath hitched ever so slightly at the sound of your voice, pulling her out of her trance. 

“I-I feel more relieved than sad actually… It’s like… I don’t know,” you sighed. “Should I be feeling guilty for being happy that we broke up? I feel like should be crying right now, but I feel… thankful.”

Wanda watched as you continued to make two cups of tea, your back turned to her, listening to your words carefully. 

“I just don’t know if it’s okay for me to…”

You sighed again, and even if you didn’t finish your sentence, Wanda had a feeling she knew what you were going to say. She could sense the guilt and uncertainty that weighed heavily on your mind, knowing all too well the thoughts that plagued her.

Just as you were about to voice out the rest of your thoughts, you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist, holding you softly as her front pressed against your back, “Is this okay?”

For a moment, you don’t say anything, and Wanda wonders if she should pull away and keep her distance until you decide what you feel is right or wrong. But her thoughts dissipated when she felt you nod. She sighed in relief, letting her eyes flutter closed as she brought her head down to your shoulder, kissing your skin there. 

“I heard,” she started, mumbling into your shoulder so quietly that you almost didn’t hear. “When Tyler came. I just… I wanted to make sure he wouldn’t do anything.”

You stayed quiet as she spoke, slowly stirring the tea in the mug in front of you. Gently, she slipped her hand into yours, intertwining her fingers softly with yours before bringing it up to her face to kiss the back of your hand.

“I’m proud of you. Really. I am,” she said, rubbing the pad of her thumb along your skin.

“You were right,” You sighed and smiled gently, using your hands to run them over hers, the ones that rested against your stomach, holding you close against her, “I knew you were right. But, I should’ve listened to you sooner… I’m sorry.”

“No, no, you don’t have to apologize,” she said, shaking her head against your back. “I knew you were nervous about it. And that you were scared… I knew. But I pressured you about it anyway, even though I knew you weren’t ready yet.”

You turned around to look at her, your hands landing on her shoulders, “Wanda—“

“I would have waited either way. I already have been. I would still wait for you if you need me too,” she said, more sincerely than you’d ever heard anyone say anything before. “I would do anything.”

You stood there, your heart momentarily caught off guard by the surge of emotions that flooded your being. Wanda's words lingered in your mind, filled with a depth of sincerity that you had never experienced before. The toxic grip that your ex-boyfriend had held on your heart suddenly seemed insignificant, overshadowed by the overwhelming love you felt from just looking into Wanda’s eyes alone. You smiled sadly, slightly mad at yourself for not dropping everything to be with her sooner. 

Bringing your hand up to her face, you smoothed your thumb over her cheek as a way to calm her down, “You don’t have to wait anymore, Wanda.”

Wanda's breath caught in her throat, her eyes widening in surprise and hope. She searched your gaze, her heart pounding with anticipation, trying to find any signs of regret or disapproval. 

“Please tell me you’re saying what I think you’re saying,” she breathed, waiting for the response that would shape the path ahead. But as she looked into your eyes, she saw something that sparked joy within her.

You brought a second hand up to cup her face and leaned in to press your lips against her cheek. She closed her eyes at the contact, the soft kiss did well to erupt butterflies in her stomach. Wanda sighed and dropped her head to hide her face against your neck after you kissed her, her breath tickling your skin slightly as her grip around your waist grew tighter. The corners of her own lips curved up into a smile that she 

couldn’t fight, a soft chuckle bubbling in her throat as she breathed you in.

“Do you really want this with me?”

“I love you,” you said, more certain than ever, watching as Wanda’s breath hitched at the sounds of your words. You smiled needily, entirely in love and filled with so many emotions you couldn’t contain them all at once. “I want everything with you.”

It was finally here—the moment when she could finally call you hers. Heart pounding, she reached her arms around you again keeping herself in your embrace and wanting to be as close as possible to you.

She hid her face again by tucking it into the side of your neck, nuzzling as close as she could, “I can’t stop smiling.”

Gently scratching the nape of Wanda’s neck to grab her attention, you urged her to bring her head back up. But the moment she did, you felt her lips press against yours. Her patience had worn thin, wanting to taste you after what felt like forever of not being close to you, not being able to touch you, hold you, or kiss you. Wanda sighed into the kiss, her hands sliding to the small of your back to pull you impossibly close to her while you let yours run through her hair. She moaned into your mouth when you tugged on it slightly.

Wanda smiled against your lips, thinking about all the ways she would love you, treasure you, unlike him. Her mind wandered in between the time she kissed you, the addicting taste of you on her tongue was making her feel weak in her knees. She found her hands slowly traveling down to your hips, then lower and lower, up until they rested on the lowest part of your back, her fingers bunching up the fabric of your dress. 

“What are you doing?” You pulled back with a giggle, looking at her, acting innocently curious.

“Kissing you,” she said, dragging her lips along the skin under your jaw, kissing you softly there as you tilted your head to the side to give her more space. “Can I help you out of this dress? Please?”

You shuddered at the sound of her low voice, your hands gripping her shoulders like your life depended on it. You nodded, about to say yes, but Wanda was quick to put her mouth on yours the second you opened it, slipping her tongue past your lips. 

The entire night she had to see your figure so beautifully displayed in this little black dress and ignore it. But it was damn near impossible now with you so close and moaning into her mouth. Wanda was at a loss for words. She just didn’t know how to say it. Everything was perfect now. You were perfect. The way the straps of your dress fell off your shoulders was perfect. The way you smelled and tasted. The way that Wanda could call you hers now, keep you all to herself.

And finally, her chest heaved only for a moment before she chose what to do and you closed your eyes and welcomed something you had long dreamed of. 

It was all a misunderstanding from the start. You and Wanda were supposed to go to dinner with just the two of you to celebrate your one year anniversary, but you ran into Tony and Pepper at the same restaurant, and they joined in on your dinner. It was supposed to be a romantic evening for you and Wanda, and you were going to propose to her.

It might seem a little early to others, but the love you felt for Wanda was something you couldn’t describe; there were no words in the English language that could describe the love you felt for her.

The dinner started terrific; you and Wanda discussed your plans for the next few days and what you two wanted to do together. You shared laughs about the past year and how far you two had grown together. But your happy evening was ruined when a drunken Tony stumbled over to your table.

“How’s my favorite girl doing this evening?” Tony slurred as he climbed into the booth you were sitting in and slung his arm around your shoulders.

You immediately tensed up and gave Wanda an apologetic look. She knew you and Tony weren’t on the best terms because he brought up your past fling with Natasha whenever you were around the redhead. Your fling with Natasha was short and amazing, but you ultimately decided to call things off after you had met Wanda, and she agreed. The former assassin understood your reasoning for it, and she respected your decision. The only person who didn’t seem to understand it was Tony.

He had made several remarks throughout the day about you and Natasha, asking how you could let a woman like that go, but you just shrugged it off. You knew there was no arguing with you, but when he said it around Wanda this morning, it immediately put you in the dog house with the witch.

You two had not talked the rest of the day until it was time to leave for the restaurant. It was an awkward and tense drive, as neither of you said anything to the other. When you tried to talk to your girlfriend about it, she shrugged you off and said it wasn’t that big of a deal, but it was.

Dinner was even more awkward as several kids approached you and asked for an autograph and if you were dating the Black Widow. You politely told them you were not, and they seemed disappointed but respected your answer. They then turned their attention to Wanda and asked for her autograph, and she accepted, but not before she frowned at the picture.

It was a picture of you, Wanda, and Natasha at a local bar, and she couldn’t help the jealousy that spread throughout her. She knew it was petty to be still upset over you and Natasha, but she couldn’t help it. So, she held her tongue and signed the picture, and glared at you once the kids had left.

“Wanda, I’m so sorry-” was all you said before Tony came over.

“Me and Wanda are fine, Tony. I would ask that you leave us to our meal, please,” you said politely, even though you were annoyed by the drunken man. You could smell the liquor on his breath and wondered where Pepper was now.

“Come on, now, Y/N. We’re buddies! You don’t want me to leave!” Tony exclaimed as he playfully hit your chest.

“Tony now is not the moment. Please leave us,” Wanda coldly stated as her eyes flashed a hint of red. You had a love-hate relationship when Wanda got mad. You loved the way her eyes turned red and how she became possessive, but you also hated the fact that she was upset with you.

Tony pushed himself off you and leaned his elbows on the table while staring at Wanda. “Come on, Wanda. You have to loosen up! We’re here for a good time, not a long time!” Tony exclaimed while reaching across the table to grab Wanda’s hand, but ended up knocking her drink into her lap.

You pushed Tony out of the booth and walked around to Wanda’s side and tried to help her clean it up, but she just shoved you off of her and stated, “I’m fine.”

When she had shoved you, you stumbled backward and came crashing into the waiter who was bringing you and Wanda two glasses of champagne, one with a ring in it.

You fell to the ground with the waiter as the glasses and bottle crashed loudly. You pulled yourself off the waiter and frantically tried to find the ring, but the only thing you came up with was your hands with tiny shards of glass stuck in them.

“I am so sorry, Y/N,” Wanda apologized and gently placed a hand on your shoulder, but you shrugged it off as you continued your search for the ring. When your hands began to ache too much from the glass, you finally stood up and noticed that every eye in the restaurant was on you. You apologized to the waiter before going back to your booth. To your demise, Tony was still there.

You sat down and wrapped your blooded hands in the cloth napkins and said nothing as you listened to Tony’s drunken slander. “I cannot believe that just happened! I mean, my god, I didn’t know you were one to cause a scene, Y/N, but from what I remember with you and Romanoff, you two were quite a team!” The man said with a slap on your back. You tensed up when you felt the sharp sting shoot throughout your back, but you said nothing as you saw a glow of red appear in Wanda’s hands.

“Tony, knock it off,” you warned through a clenched jaw.

“Come on, Y/N; we’re just shooting the shit! It’s all fun and games, just like your fling with Romanoff,” Tony laughed, clearly not reading the tension-filled room, “Say, how come you two broke up? You two were certainly the hottest couple on the team!”

“Tony, I think it’s best if you leave. Now,” Wanda said, and when you looked at her eyes, you could see the specks of red within them, along with anger. “Alright, alright! I’ll leave! No need to get upset with me,” Tony replied as she slid out of the booth, “But seriously, Y/N, Natasha is the peak female specimen.”

When Tony left, you could taste the tension in the air, and Wanda only looked at you angrily. Unable to handle it, you asked the waiter for the check and gave him a decent tip before leaving. When you got to your car, you fumbled with the keys to unlock the vehicle when you felt a small hand take them away. “I’ll drive home,” Wanda stated angrily, but you yanked the keys away from her and finally unlocked the car, “I’m fine, Wanda, just get in.”

Not wanting to fight with you, Wanda sighed before walking to the passenger side. Once she got in, you started the car and began the tense car ride home. Neither of you talked; you didn’t know what to say to the other. This was supposed to be the most romantic night of your lives, and it all had been ruined. You couldn’t tell what you were more pissed about, Tony ruining the night; you losing the expensive engagement ring, or Wanda being upset with you.

When you got home, you both went your separate ways. You went into your shared bedroom to change into different clothes while Wanda sat at the dinner table, waiting for the uncomfortable conversation she needed to have with you.

“Wanda, I do not want to talk right now,” you said as you entered the kitchen. “Okay, but I think we need to talk about what just happened,” your girlfriend replied.

You grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge before walking toward the dinner table. You sat the bottle on the table and the back of the chair across from Wanda. “Why do we need to talk?” You asked with an annoyed tone that Wanda scoffed at. “Because Y/N, we just got back from a dinner that Tony ruined, and he had been mentioning your relationship with Natasha all day!” Wanda exclaimed as she raised her voice.

“Why does it bother you so much what Tony says? You know how he is,” you defended while raising your voice to match Wanda. “Because I think you're with her again!” The Sokovian admitted with tears in her eyes.

A few beats of silence passed as you stared at your girlfriend. You couldn’t wrap your head around the accusation she just threw at you. “You seriously think I’m cheating on you?” You asked with a dry laugh while pointing at yourself.

“I don’t know what I think, Y/N. I know you got extremely uncomfortable when Tony mentioned Natasha at dinner tonight. He has been talking about you two nonstop lightly,” Wanda admitted with a sigh as she refused to meet your gaze. You scoffed at your girlfriend’s words and walked off toward your room. “Y/N, do not walk away from me!” Wanda shouted as she followed you.

She watched you grab your keys and pack a small bag with a change of clothes. “What are you doing?” Wanda questioned softer, afraid that she had pushed you too far. “I’m leaving,” you stated as you threw your bag over your shoulder and tried to leave the room, but Wanda stopped you.

“Let me through, Wanda,” you said as you tried to push past the woman, but she stopped you. “No, not until you talk to me!” She replied, and you could see the tears in her eyes, but you didn’t care. Not right now, not after she accused you of cheating on her based on a drunken man’s words.

You scoffed and threw down your bag, and sat on the edge of the bed while staring up at Wanda. “There’s nothing for me to say,” you mumbled. It killed you to hear the love of your life through outlandish accusations at you, and you needed your space from her. Not that you were angry with her; you were just upset with how she acted like she had personally seen you with Natasha.

“I love you more than anything, Wanda. I truly do, and this is not how I expected tonight to end. But I cannot sit around here and listen to you question my devotion to you. I worship the ground you walk on, and I would never cheat on you, but the way you talk about me makes it seem like you wish I would,” you admitted as you stood up from the bed and walked to the doorway, “will you please let me leave now?”

The redhead spent the next few moments thinking before finally speaking up, “You seriously think I want you to cheat on me?”

You let out a dry laugh as you picked up your bag again and pushed past Wanda, “Yes, Wanda. I think that because you finally need an excuse to get rid of me!” You yelled with tears in your eyes as you pointed at her, “I love you so much that it hurts, but I don’t even get an ounce of respect from you!”

Wanda said nothing as she watched you storm out of the door. She felt her heart rip apart as she watched you leave the driveway in your car, and when she could no longer see your car, she broke down and cried.

The Sokovian was never great with expressing her love for you, but she never thought it would be the driving factor in tearing you two apart. She sometimes wanted to tell you how much she loved you; she knew you needed to hear the words, but she could only express her love through actions.

She knew you needed space, so she waited around the house for you to return.

When the clock struck midnight, however, she began to get nervous, afraid that you had finally snapped and left her. She frantically tried calling you, but the phone automatically went to voicemail.

She needed you more than anything, and she had lost you. Wanda had lost her home and her brother, and she had survived. But losing you would kill her. So, she swallowed all the pride she had and went out on a mission to find you.

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Finding you was a much more complex challenge than Wanda initially anticipated. You had turned your phone on airplane mode, so any calls or texts Wanda tried were automatically declined. And she couldn’t even track you on Life360, which pissed her off more than it should have. She then called everyone on the team, even Natasha and Tony, but they hadn’t seen you.

“I’ll keep an eye out for her, Wanda. Don’t worry,” Natasha said into the phone. The Russian worried about you, for Wanda’s sake, even though she knew from experience you could be a pain in the ass.

“Thank you, Natasha, I appreciate it,” Wanda responded.

“No problem; let me know when you find her so I murder her for you.”

Wanda laughed at the other woman’s joke. Natasha always knew how to cheer people up, no matter the circumstances. “Trust me, I will,” a few seconds passed before Wanda asked, “Would you happen to have Maria’s number? She and Y/N are really good friends, so she might be with her.”

Hushed whispers could be heard on the other end of the phone, and it sounded like Natasha was arguing with someone. When Wanda was getting ready to ask what was happening, a different voice said. “Um, actually, Wanda, Y/N isn’t with me because I’m with Natasha right now,” Maria spoke into the phone, and Wanda could hear the embarrassment in the raven-haired woman’s voice.

“Oh, oh. I am sorry, you two; I didn’t mean to interrupt. I didn’t know you two were a thing,” Wanda apologized when she finally realized what was happening between Natasha and Maria.

“It’s okay,” Natasha laughed into the phone once she stole it back from her girlfriend, “We’ll keep an eye out for Y/N and give you a call if we find her. Okay?”

“Okay, thank you, Natasha. I owe you one.”

“It’s not a problem. Stay safe, Wans; I love you,” Natasha said before hanging up the phone. Natasha cared for Wanda like a sister, and she hated knowing that the other woman was hurting.

With nothing left to do and no other options, Wanda began driving around the city, trying to find you, wherever that was.

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Wanda wasn’t even ten minutes into her hunt for you when she received a call from Natasha. When she answered the phone, she could hear the faint crying of someone, followed by slurred words.

“Shut the fuck up!” Natasha screamed at the crying person before turning her attention to the phone, “I’m sorry about that,” Natasha apologized in a much softer tone, “but I found Y/N.”

At the mention of your name, Wanda sprung up from the couch and grabbed her keys. “Oh my god, thank you so much, Natasha,” Wanda said as she flew out to her car.

Natasha scoffed at the other end of the line, “Don’t thank me yet; I’m seriously considering killing her if you don’t get here soon.”

“Why? What’s she doing?” Wanda asked once she got her phone hooked up to the Bluetooth system in her car and began driving toward Natasha’s apartment.

“Well, she’s currently talking about your relationship problems and is asking me how she can fix things between the two of you,” Natasha said before yelling in Russian at someone, presumably you.

Wanda quietly chuckled at Natasha’s words, “I’m on my way; just don’t kill her before I get there.”

“No promises,” Natasha replied with a slight huff and hung up the phone, praying that Wanda got there soon or else she would not be held responsible for your murder.

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As she approached the door to Natasha’s apartment, Wanda could hear the sounds of faint arguing followed by violent sobs.

“Stop being a baby!” The Sokovian heard Natasha yell on the other side of the door and then she listened to the crying continue. “I’m going to stab you in the neck with a knife if you don’t stop!” Wanda had to bite back a laugh at the Russian’s threat while she knocked.

She heard a quiet ‘thank god’ before the door was flung open. Natasha wore an annoyed expression while her eyes looked like they had seen Hell itself. She ushered the witch into the room, and Wanda sighed with relief.

You were sitting on the floor with your legs outstretched in front of you with a bottle of Seagrams in a bandaged hand, and Wanda could smell the alcohol on you as soon as she stepped into the room. Your eyes instantly shot up to Wanda as she walked toward you, but you made no effort to stand up; you were afraid she was here to break things off with you.

“Hi,” you said with bloodshot eyes and a sloppy smile as you tried your best to act somewhat sober. “Hi,” Wanda replied as she crouched before you, “are you ready to go?”

With a nod of your nod, your girlfriend helped you stand up, and you finished off the alcohol. “Here you go,” you slurred with a smile on your face as you handed the bottle to Maria, who gave you a quirt nod as she watched you leave with Wanda.

Wanda let you out to the car and opened the door for you, and helped buckle you once she saw you struggle with the seat belt. She gently kissed your forehead, closed the door, and entered the driver’s seat.

A quiet sniffling pulled the witch’s attention away from the road, and her heart broke when she saw that you were crying. Wanda reached over to you and gently grabbed your hand, and gave it a comforting squeeze before turning her eyes back to the road.

The rest of the drive home was silent, except for your occasional hiccup or sniffle. Wanda helped you stumbled into the house and quietly laughed when she saw you fall onto your shared bed.

You were left alone for a few minutes when Wanda left to get you a bottle of water and some pepto bismol that you will need in the morning.

When Wanda returned, you graciously accepted the water and chugged all of it within fifteen seconds before setting the empty bottle on your nightstand.

You felt the bed dip in, and you turned to see your beautiful girlfriend scoot toward you. You happily extended your arms, and she graciously accepted your embrace.

“I love you so much, Wans,” you muttered against Wanda’s chest as she placed a soft kiss on your head. “I love you too, Y/N,” she replied.

“You have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love you,” you slurred, and Wanda almost laughed at the cheesy quote, “I never wish to be parted from you from this day on.”

“Calm down, Darcy, I’m not going anywhere,” Wanda said with a small laugh as sleep slowly consumed the both of you.

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The early morning soon peeked through your curtains and instantly made your head pound. You let out a small groan and your stomach turned as you ran into the bathroom. You threw up your entire stomach in the toilet and flushed it down when you heard a dry chuckle come from behind you. With a turn of your head, you saw your alluring girlfriend leaning on the doorframe with a sly smirk on her lips.

“Feeling any better this morning?” Wanda asked as she pushed off the doorframe and approached you. You smiled when you felt a small hand fall onto your back and made back-and-forth motions. “Not at all,” you replied as you stood up and faced Wanda.

You moved to kiss her, but she placed her pointer finger on your lips and slightly pushed you backward. “Nuh uh, you just threw up and you have morning breath. Brush your teeth first,” the woman stated.

With a scoff, you began brushing your teeth while glaring at Wanda for denying your morning kisses. The witch watched as you brushed your teeth and climbed back into bed after tightly shutting the curtains.

Once you had finished brushing your teeth, you crawled into bed and cuddled up next to Wanda, who wrapped her arms around you tightly.

A few moments of silence passed before you broke it in a hushed whisper, “I’m sorry for the way I treated you last night.”

“It’s okay, Y/N, it wasn’t your fault, it was mine. I blew up on you when I shouldn’t have,” Wanda said as she felt her shirt become wet. She pulled your head off of her chest and instantly frowned when she saw that you had been crying, “What’s wrong?”

You sighed deeply as you looked into Wanda’s loving eyes, “It’s just… That’s not how I expected last night to go at all. I had this romantic dinner planned and I had everything set up.”

To say that Wanda was beyond confused would be an understatement. She could guess what you were talking about, but she didn’t want to get her hopes up if you weren’t actually planning on proposing to her. “What do you mean?” She asked with a weak tone.

“I was going to propose to you last night, Wanda. But when you pushed me off, I fell into the waiter and lost the ring that was in the champagne,” you admitted with a weak smile, and Wanda felt her heart drop at your words.

Last night was supposed to be the happiest night of your lives, and she ruined it by letting her stupid, petty jealousy get in the way. “Y/N, I’m so sorry I ruined it. I let my petty jealousy ruin our night, and I am so sorry about that. I promise I will do everything I can to make it up to you,” Wanda apologized.

“It’s alright Wanda; as long as I have you, I’m happy. I’m just a little bummed the ring was lost,” you admitted with a quiet laugh, “I guess you could say it was a champagne problem?” You finished with a raised eyebrow and a playful smirk.

Wanda chuckled at your shitty joke as she playfully slapped your arm, “I have an idea on how I can make it up to you; if you’ll let me.”

“Anything, my love.”

“Let me propose to you in an apple orchard somewhere, to make it up to you.”

Sinister Pumpkin Season Masterlist

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Oneshots:

Fifth Anniversary (AG)

She Loves Me Not, She Loves Me (FL , RQ)

The Tricky Treat Next Door (AU, FL, RQ)

Silver Warning (AU, FL, RQ)

It Has Always Been You (AG, RQ)

Secrets (FL, RQ)

Grief (AG)

Oblivious (FL, RQ)

Too Blind To See (FL, RQ, AU)

The Best Christmas (FL, RQ, AU)

A Christmas Start Over (AG, RQ, CF)

Trust (FL, RQ)

The Enemy (FL, RQ, AU)

Villain (AG)

I Love You Too Much (DK)

Endless Nothingness (AG)

Trick Questions Or Treat (FL, RQ, AU, HL)

Faux Doppelganger (FL, RQ, HL)

I Just Feel You (RQ, CF)

We Don't Talk Anymore (AG)

Night Time Shenanigans (FL)

Series / Multi Chapters

Choices (AG, AU)

Spiraling Thoughts (CF, RQ, AU)

The Thirst Pt. 1 (SM, RQ)

The Thirst Pt. 2 (SM, RQ) -> Completed

The Little Matchmaker Pt. 1 (FL, RQ, AU)

The Little Matchmaker Pt. 2 (FL, RQ, AU)

Play It My Way Pt. 1 (RQ, AU, AG, FL SM)

Play It My Way Pt. 2 (RQ, AU, AG, FL, SM)

Ten Days (AU, FL, AG)

Lessons Learned (AU, FL, AG, RQ)

Elizabeth Olsen x Reader

Oneshots:

Double Surprises (FL, RQ)

My Daffodil (FL, RQ)

Flirt (FL, RQ)

You Are My Comfort (FL, RQ)

Not Good Enough (AG, RQ, CF)

Love "ON AIR" (FL, RQ)

Cupcakes For My Cupcake (FL, RQ)

Vision (FL, RQ, HL)

Stars (FL)

Biggest Fans (FL)

Series / Multi Chapters:

Lost in Assistance (FL, SM, AG) -> On Going

Half Love (FL, SM, AG with happy ending) -> On Going

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Oneshots:

Come, Pick Up Your Wife (AG, FL)

The Joker To My Harley (FL, RQ, HL, AU)

Series:

This One Is Mine (DK, AU, SM)

The Monsters Within (DK, AU, RQ, HL)

The Balcony (FL, AG, CF)

Scarlett Johansson x Reader

Oneshots:

Dandelions (AG)

Series:

WandaNat x Reader

Oneshots:

Too Late (AG, RQ)

Working at a coffee shop in a small town is not that hard. Even though it’s in a small town it  doesn’t mean it’s always slow, in certain hours the shop can get busy and packed. You love your job and the busy hour rush.The smell of the coffee and the baked pastries at work are bonuses. Just like an old saying says “Choose the job you love and you will never have to work a day in your life”, hence two years of working feels like nothing for you. You are comfortable with where you live, your job and your life.

The low number of the town’s population makes it easier for everybody to know each other. It’s easy for you to remember your regular customers. Most of your customers are nice and sweet even though some of them are cranky before they get their daily dose of caffeine. You remember who likes what. Then one day, a new face came in. She looks familiar but she is not. A familiar stranger, that’s what came to mind when you saw her. A stunning redhead with piercing jade eyes and the way her lips curve into a smile is something else. You guessed that she is new in town, otherwise you would remember who she is or at least her order. Wanda, she told you her name for her tea order. Her voice and broad accent she has makes her name sounds even prettier.

As a social butterfly you are, you made small talk with her. She responds to you very sweetly yet a little timid at the beginning. First impression, you don’t know why but you found that her eyes are so hypnotizing.

Since then, the charming older woman always comes at the same time. Everytime she comes in, you feel something draws your attention to her. You always turn your head to her direction no matter how busy you are or what you are doing. Sometimes, when it’s almost her usual time to come, you subconsciously wait for her to walk in. Both of you don’t talk that much but when you do, you love it. Somehow, you feel like you are in trance when she is around. Her words wrapped in her voice and accent when she talks sounds like a spell whispered to your ears and really has an effect on you.

Wanda always orders the same thing and even sits at the same table that’s right across where you make all your orders. At first, you didn’t notice but your co-worker, Kate, pointed out that the gorgeous Sokovian watches you from where she sits. Since then, you sometimes take notice that you are being watched or even eye contacts are caught between the two of you every now and then. You could've sworn that sometimes you think that her eyes look like they glow in crimson color. Surprisingly, you don't really make a big deal about it. You always think that she is sweet and harmless even though she seems mysterious. Weirdly, you shrug it off and always think that she is your favorite customer and how lovely she is. That’s how you met the lovely Wanda.

After that, It all started on a day when it wasn’t really your day. You are present at work physically but not your mind. Your eyes feel dry, probably look swollen or even red from crying all night. You had a huge fight with your boyfriend, Chad. You spent the whole night crying back at Kate’s apartment after you moved out from his place. She is your best friend, she agrees for you to stay with her until you sort things out. You thought you would feel better today, but you were wrong, it seems like you feel worse. You can’t focus and keep making mistakes. Sometimes you would zone out and your coworker has to keep bringing you back every time you are lost in your own little mind.

This time, it wasn’t your coworker who interrupted your little trip of thought and brought you back to reality. It was Wanda’s enchanting voice. She calls your name as she waves in front of your face to see if you are okay. “Y/n? Are you okay?” She asks softly almost on a comforting level.

“Oh h-hi Wanda. Y-yeah I’m okay. Sorry. Uh you want your usual?” You ask awkwardly wishing she won’t notice your swollen eyes.

“Yes please.” Wanda looks at you in concern but you are too busy to take your focus back to work and you didn’t notice it. She takes a seat at her usual table after that. Her eyes won’t leave you, she watches your every single move. You bring her order to her table like usual. “Are you sure you are okay, y/n?” This time her voice sounds a little stern. “Yes, Wanda. I’m sure. Thank you for asking.” You gave her an awkward smile and try not to look her in the eyes right before you turn around and walk away. Wanda gets a little unamused by it, she notices you are not okay. She tilts her head as she watches you walk away.

As you continue working, you feel weird in your head. You feel like something is wrong in your mind, as if it’s not just you in it. You feel like there is someone else, you quickly turn your head to her but you find her drinking her tea and reading her book. You shake your head softly and try to gain your mind back. You feel out of it. Little did you know, Wanda really did invade your mind secretly, to find out what is happening with you.

Then magically, your manager sends you home. He told you that you can take the rest of the day off because he notices that you are really out of it and not in the right mind to work today. You tried to convince him that you can still work but he insisted. Her glowing red eyes slowly fade after she is done with what she needs to do so you can leave work. Wanda smirks after she sees it. You get ready to leave. As you walk past Wanda’s table, her question falters your steps. “Broke up with the boyfriend?”

You turn your head quickly with furrowed eyebrows. “H-how did you know? I never really tell you about my boyfriend.” You ask in such surprise.

Wanda got caught off guard, her mind quickly searches for excuses before you suspect something. “Uh well, I remember one time, I saw him visit you here while you were on your break. Seeing how handsy he was, I assume he is your boyfriend and seeing how red and swollen your eyes are right now, I’m sure it was because of a break up.” Wanda answers calmly to convince you.

Her answer rings a bell of memory in you. The day that she mentioned when Chad came to visit you at work, you remember that day you noticed Wanda left in a rush, looking upset. Two days after that, she didn’t come like usual, then she explained that she had an emergency when she finally came back.

“Oh. Uh I-I’m so sorry Wanda. I didn’t mean to accuse you or anything.” You apologize instantly. “It’s okay, y/n. I’m sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable.” Her green eyes look softer now as they look at you.

“No, you didn’t.” You let out a genuine smile to her. “Well, in that case, come sit with me. Let’s talk.” She smiles as she taps gently the chair next to her. “We don’t have to talk about what happened.” The witch vaguely insists. You hesitate but once again, her voice gives comfort to you and just like that you oblige. You thought a thirty minutes conversation won’t hurt but it is always nice talking with her. You open up to her slowly, telling her about what happened and how Chad has treated you lately. How mean he was to you, taking you for granted. Wanda looks upset when you tell her about him. You didn’t notice how she clenched her fist.

“I could be a better boyfriend than him, detka.” Wanda’s joke and pet name that she sometimes  calls you with made you blush and smile timidly. “There it is, the pretty smile that I always look forward to everyday when I come here.” She leans closer to you as she wipes the tears on your cheeks with her thumb and smiles gently to you. Her warm smile and voice, not to mention her touch comforted you and led to more conversations.

Both of you had a great time and thirty minutes passed easily. Two of you decided to take a stroll at the park and spend more time. Before you know it, three hours have passed. You are now comfortable enough to give her your number when she asks you.

The simple conversation and little stroll at the park turn to daily texting. Texting turns into casual hangouts together and you get to know more about her. Then you both had your first date and both of you got closer with each other.

Wanda is always there for you. Whenever you feel down, she will suddenly show up, either "accidentally" or you both make plans to meet up. She always gives you the right gifts, exactly the one you want. She always says sweet things as if she knows what you want to hear from her. She makes everything all about you. You love spending time with her even just to go grocery shopping with her.

One day both of you just got back from the grocery shopping, you accidentally dropped a bottle of red wine on her white carpet but the bottle stayed floating right before it touched the ground. Your eyes rounded in such a surprise when you saw the floating bottle is wrapped with red wisps coming from her hand. That was how you found out that Wanda has power.

You were shocked and Wanda was secretly panicked. Your eyes rounded and you were speechless at first. She finally told you who she was, an Avenger. She confessed that she can move things with her power. Wanda told you that she was so scared that you wouldn’t want to see her anymore because of her power. Fortunately, it didn’t scare you at all. You think it makes Wanda really cool. 

"It's okay, Wanda. I think it's cool. You are an Avenger, a superhero. Do you have any other power or this is your only power?" You tried to give her the assurance you knew she needed as you hugged her. "No." She lied.

You pulled yourself away from the hug slowly. "So, no more surprises?" You cupped both of her cheeks as you smiled at her. "No, y/n. No more surprises." Wanda lied again, she didn't want you to know that she can read and manipulate mind. She knows you would freak out if you find out how she manipulated your manager's mind that day to send you home so she could talk with you or how many times she uses her power to read your mind.

She has no plan to stop invading your mind. In her defense, she wants to know what's on your mind so she’ll know what makes you happy, so she can be the best for you. She wants you to fall for her and you can be hers.

The date turns to another date. Wanda helps you forget about the break up with Chad, you slowly start to have feelings with her. She treats you so well, you both get closer and closer. You slowly fall for her. Wanda puts a smile on your face. You said yes when Wanda finally asked you to be her girlfriend. You are really happy dating Wanda. Everything seems perfect, you think that she is a dream girlfriend and you are so lucky to have her. 

Both of you are happy, Wanda is perfect. She seems to know everything about you, what you want and what you like. Sometimes you wonder how could she know? But then you think that it was probably because she pays attention to details. First few months, your relationship seems magical. Everything is so good, too good to be true. Until slowly you notice how much Wanda loves you, or perhaps you can say you notice that she loves you too much.

Wanda starts to show some jealousy or being possessive of you. At first you found it cute but as time went by, you didn’t find it cute at all. She starts to keep asking wherever you want to go. She always asks who you go somewhere with. Wanda gets so clingy and starts to complain if you don’t reply to her text or if you don’t update her where you are at.

She even starts to show her dislike to Kate, saying that your best friend takes your time away from her. You started to get irritated by all of those acts. You addressed your feelings about it and she loosened up a little bit, just for a little bit. Things went back to where it was, Wanda got jealous again and this time she got a little controlling of you. You started to feel that all of her acts suffocated you. One argument after another and another until you can no longer tolerate it.

You have reached your last straw and you told Wanda that you want to break up with her. From how she acts lately, you are a little scared of how she would react to it. You are worried that she would go berserk after but to your surprise, she didn't argue at all. All she did was just look at you as she tilted her head with no words. It would be a lie if you say that when she does that it doesn't give you chills to your spine. Behind her calm quiet expression, her mind is thinking about a few things, one question and ways to win you back or plan to make you leave your scumbag boyfriend.

“Wanda, please say something.” You look very uneasy as you ask. “Is there someone else?” Wanda asks with a tone that you can’t explain. Her accent sounds crystal clear. Both haunt your soul. “What? No, Wanda! I would never do that to you! I already told you my reason. I hope we can still be good friends.” You tackle the accusation in her question right away and you try to make sure that both of you are not having a messy break up and everything remains civil.

“Oh okay, and of course, dear. We’ll always be around each other, forever.” She answers with a smile. A smile that has a lot of meanings behind it. You think that the last word she just said sounds a little over the top but right now all you want is everything ends nicely. "Thank you, Wanda." You care about her, hell you fell for her. You hate that it has to end and despite the calm reaction she gave you, you know that it hurts her as much as it does to you. Too bad that it's the best for both of you, well at least that's what you thought. She even kissed you gently and told you that she loves you before she left the restaurant.

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It has been three weeks since you broke up with Wanda, she hasn't come to the shop at all. You started to get worried about her. You texted her but silence is what you got from her. You called her, you were relieved that she finally answered you. She told you she was okay and got called in for a mission. You believe her as long as she is okay.

Once again, Wanda lied to you. She has been busy with the Dark Hold. Looking for ways to make everything work out with you but she can’t find any. 

You thought you knew who she was. All you know is that she is the lovely Wanda Maximoff, one of the Avengers but you are wrong. She is the furious, jealous and possessive Scarlet Witch. Who loves you a little too much.

A week later, Chad came back to you. He apologized and begged you to get back with him again. He promised you to change for the better. As someone who believes in a second chance, you take him back and date him again.

The next day, Chad promised to come to see you for a lunch date on your break but he ghosted you like usual. He hasn’t changed at all. First day after you got back with him, he already disappointed you. Wanda comes to see you after she watches Chad. She knows what is happening, how Chad takes you for granted once again. She saw everything. It pisses her off even more now and there is only one way she can do it, a plan that she has been thinking about since the day you broke up with her. The only way to make you hers again, ONLY HERS.

As you walked towards the front door of the shop, a familiar voice made its way to be heard. “You gave him a second chance? Really, y/n? You think that he deserves it?” She asks in a stern tone, giving you that same look as she tilts her head again. You are stunned with her standing in front of you, showing up out of the blue. “Wanda, Hi. Y-yes.” You awkwardly greet her, your brain can’t find words to give her more answers. Your heartbeat slowly speeding up. You just don’t know why you feel scared and you swallow hard. You think this is weird, Wanda never makes you feel scared of her.

Ignoring your greeting, she questions you again with her eyes slowly glistening with tears and clenching her jaw. “ He is not good for you, y/n. He doesn’t love you. I do. He is just going to hurt you all over again. I will make you happy.”

“He said he will change, Wanda. I know you will make me happy, I love you but things just didn’t work out.” You answer. What you just said makes the witch clench her fist, meanwhile without you knowing, somewhere it affects Chad. All of a sudden, he chokes on nothing. Falls on his knees, coughing and fighting for his life, gasping for air. He is slowly turning purple. “I love you too but you don’t think I deserve a second chance?” Another question slips out of her mouth.

“Of course you do, Wanda. Everyone deserves a second chance if they are willing to change for the better.” You answer and she unclenches her fist. The red wisps around Chad’s throat finally gone as if his life depends on your answer to her question. He inhales as much air as he can right away, wondering what just happened.

“Well, I’ll see you soon then, darling.” The redhead in front of you smirks, turning her back around and walks away. You call her name and ask her where she is going but she keeps walking away. You want to chase her to make sure if she is okay but you have to get back to work.

The rest of the day at work, you feel weird. You can't really focus. You keep hearing soft whispering voices, Wanda's. Your mind keeps thinking about your Sokovian ex-girlfriend every now and then. You keep thinking that you should’ve given her a second chance instead of Chad. Your mind feels fuzzy and cloudy. Something tells you that you need to go home and you did. You told your manager that you are not feeling well. You feel even weirder, Wanda’s whispering voice still vaguely came into your mind. You are in front of Chad’s apartment’s door and as you hold its handle to open it, your vision gets blurry then everything goes dark. Wanda’s magic takes your consciousness.

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You felt something in your mind woke you up, you tried to move and it was limited. Your heart jumps up to your throat when you find you are at Chad’s apartment with your wrists and ankles tied to the chair not with ropes nor duct tape but a red magic wisps. You are panicking and your mind instantly thinks of Wanda. You want to scream but you can’t. The same crimson wisp floats around you and your mouth prevents you from screaming.

The air in the room feels so different, it feels dark even though there are lights in the room, eerie and soulless. The temperature is so cold that it gives you goosebumps.

“Hi, malyshka.” The same voice you used to adore calling you with the pet name which is only used by Wanda and now makes your blood run cold. She walks up to you. You look at her deep dark red crown and her outfit, from head to toe, confused because that’s not how she usually looks as an Avengers. Your heart rate is tripling in speed, you breathe faster in such fear and shock. You try to ask her what she is doing and ask her to let you go but it was all in vain. Mumbled words are the only thing that comes out from you.

“I will let you talk if you promise me that you won’t scream, y/n.” Wanda compromised. You nod your head eagerly, with that your mouth is free from her red tendril. “Wanda, why–what are you doing here? Please let me go.” You try to break free but you are no win against her power.

“What am I doing here? I’m here to win you back sweetheart and give this low life a lesson for hurting you.” She answers you with an eerie calm tone as she lets out her magic to bring Chad into the room. Just like you are now, he is all tied up by her magic. His hands are tied up behind his back. Wanda slams Chad on the floor, making him kneel in front of you. He mumbled a scream that could be heard clearly.

You gasp. “C-Chad? Oh my God!! Wa- wanda? Wanda?! What-what did you do to his mouth??!” You asked.

"What mouth?" She asks in complete sarcasm with a cold expression.

"His fucking mouth, Wanda! Where is his mouth?!" You are in terror, you raise your voice as you ask her panickedly because you never see anything like it. Chad is grunting and screaming in fear, knowing why he can't scream or talk. His throat is burning from trying to scream. She walks closer to you, looking down at you adoring you.

Her right hand cups your left cheek and her thumb strokes it so gently as she says "Sssh..ssh. Calm down, y/n. I asked you not to scream. Do NOT raise your voice to me, love. This is all for you, I’m doing this for you. Everything is under control." Wanda responds softly in a creepy way. She tries to comfort you with her words, she knows that you are scared.

"I-i'm so sorry, Wanda. Please don't do this to him." You plead. She walks back to your boyfriend.

Wanda ignores your pleas for Chad as she yanks his head back by his hair. "So, you were asking where is his mouth? You meant the mouth that keeps talking shit to you? The mouth that kept flirting with other girls while he was dating you? I bet his mouth can't make you feel good the way I could."

“Wanda, please let him go.” You plead once more as you do another useless effort of getting away from her power that ties you up.

“No, my love. I won’t, until he learns his lesson. He hurt you, so many times. Nobody hurt my y/n. Not on my watch.” Wanda looks at him in disgust as she answers in gritted teeth.

Chad keeps trying to talk even though he can barely say anything. Wanda rolls her eyes. Her black fingertips hold Chad’s jaw so tight, it hurts as she leans to him and warns him. “Don’t scream, or you’ll regret it.” wIth the move of her fingers, his mouth magically reappeared and he slowly floated. 

“What do you want from me? I’ll give you what you want! Just please let me go, please.” Chad begs for his life. Wanda lets out a sinister chuckle. “What happened? Are you scared?” Wanda mocks him. Sweats started to form on his forehead.

“Wanda, please.” You ask in a begging tone. All of a sudden Wanda’s red magic wraps his throat. The choke slowly gets tighter and tighter. His fast breathing sounds so loud from being so scared as he is slowly running out of air. You can hear his strangling noise. “Look at him, darling. Ungrateful pathetic loser. Took you for granted. I should be the one who got the second chance, not him.”

“He has nothing to do with us and our break up, Wanda!” you reminded her with an alarmed tone and louder voice. Your mouth feels dry. Your body feels so weak from enduring such fear, you feel helpless but you are trying not to show that to Wanda. Your gaze flicks from the enraged Scarlet Witch and Chad that’s gradually suffocated almost to death.

“I know but he got in between us when I’m trying to win your heart back but what did he do the next day after you forgave him? Stood you up, spending time with another girl. That pisses me off to see you get hurt. Like I said before, I could be a better boyfriend than him. I could do the shit that he never did.” The witch whispers closely to Chad’s face, making sure that he listens to the hurtful thing he did to you then she looks at you at the last two sentences she said.

Your heart wrenched from what Wanda just said, wishing that it wasn’t true. “W-what? You have been watching me? What do you want from me??” Chad reacted faster than you did even though he is struggling to talk as oxygen is running thin in his lungs. He is alarmed that he is caught red-handed. You have been suspecting that he cheated on you but you tried to trick your own mind that he will never do that. Sadly, his reaction says it all, disappointment sagged through you.

Wanda notices that tears start to pool in your eyes. You are frightened, shocked but mostly you are hurt. You regret taking him back. She is very concerned and she feels you. She gets closer to you. Dejections burden you and your sadness crushes her. "Oh sweetheart, he doesn’t even deserve your tears. Be with me, I love you. I will always make you happy in every single way that exists. Together, we’ll be inseparable.” The red haired witch tries to convince you lovingly, both of her hands cup your cheeks to bring your face up so you can look at her. You look at her green eyes, you feel her softness right now. You feel comfort just like how you used to feel when you were with Wanda. You close your eyes in distress yet mixed with comfort and in one blink your tears escape your eyes. She kisses your forehead tenderly. Your body is shaking from distress and crying. You feel helpless, it has been only a month since you broke up with her, there is still some love in you for her. You know Chad is wrong but Wanda is wrong too for doing all this. There is something in your mind that keeps telling you to take her back no matter how hard you try to resist or think rationally.

Heart pounding through your chest. "Wanda, please let him go. What you are doing is not right." You hang your head low and you beg in whispers. You don't feel like yourself and feel empty inside, numbness infused your body.

Wanda let go of the magic around his throat. Chad drew in a harsh inhale as soon as his windpipe was free.

“Stop resisting me, beautiful. I know you still love me. I can read your mind.” Her breath softly touches your ear as she whispers to you. Her voice is as irresistible as her green eyes. Then it hits you. “You can read minds?! You told me you don't have any other power! You lied to me, Wanda!"

"It's for the greater good, y/n. I know you would freak out if you know that I can read minds and manipulate them." Wanda explains as Chad asks for mercy, floating behind her.

"You have been invading my mind?!" You ask in exasperation. "I'm the Scarlet Witch. How do you think I know what you want and what you like, y/n? Be the perfect girlfriend for you. How do you think I know that this liar cheated on you?" You can see as she speaks her face expression turns cold and mean like she was earlier as if the sweet Wanda has gone all of a sudden. Her eyes are glowing red furiously and she quickly turns her head to Chad.

Wanda floats your terrified boyfriend closer to her face as she whispers in gritted teeth but loud enough for you to hear. "Your disgusting thoughts are very loud." Angry tone floats around her words.

"W-what? I didn't say anything bad! All I said was asking you for your mercy! Please, please let us go." His voice starts to break vaguely. "LIAR! Tell her what was on your mind! You have exhausted my patience!" Her pulse slammed her neck. She yells at him as she clenches her fist and just like that Chad screams in such pain instantly. Her magic starts to crush his body slowly like a python slowly but deadly wrap around its prey. Rage swept over her.

"Wanda! Stop! Stop doing this! What is wrong with you! This is not you!" You scream hoping that people will hear but you notice all the walls are covered with red magic of hers so nobody will hear any of this.

"Okay! Okay! If you want her, you can have her! I can find a new girl like her anywhere. Just let me go!" He tells you what was on his mind. He screams more agony as he feels excruciating pain. Parts of his bones slowly crack, painful but not deathly just yet.

The sounds of his scream and the cracking of his bones is loud and clear for you, you wish you were deaf at this point. His words felt like thousands of knives stab your heart. “And you dare to ask for mercy? This is mercy from me! I could've just killed you the very first time I saw you!” Wanda focuses on Chad, ignoring you as if she enjoys punishing him for hurting you. “Did it hurt? Have you ever thought about how much pain you caused in Y/n’s life? It’s worse than this.” Chad screams in torment. Blood starts to come out a bit by a bit from his nose and ears from such bone cracking pressure.

“Wanda! Please! Please! I will listen to what you want. We’ll get back together and I’ll be with you. Just put him down, please!” You beg. Nasty fright twisted your gut from everything you see and hear. You are hopeless, thinking that your plea won’t stop her but it did. Wanda turns her head to you, loosen up the magic that is torturing the dying and injured floating man. She did what you ask but in her way. She raises him high up to the ceiling and slams him hard to the ground. Chad still screams and grunting in pain, lays down as if he is spineless on the floor with his hand tied up behind his back, too much pain to move.

“I knew it, baby. I know you still love me and I can win you back.” Wanda starts giving you small kisses on your face. You want to move away from her but you don’t want to trigger her anger anymore. Your body shakes in grimace, you turn your head a bit away from her.

With her power, Wanda makes the weak Chad kneel in front of you again. “Please! Leave me alone! You heard her, she will take you back. What else do you want from me?” Again, his head was pulled back, exposing his throat. Blood and sweat run down over his veins that show up on his skin.

“Your life.” Short and cold was her answer. You raise your head so quickly like a deer in the headlight after you hear it. Before you know it, a sharp kitchen knife flies so fast towards Chad’s throat. Both of your scream and his screams overlap as the tip of the knife reaches so close but it stops right on time.

He swallows hard as his breathing accelerates so quickly. He closes his eyes for a few seconds, he can feel the sharpness pressing slowly to his throat. He opens his eyes and his eyes look down trying to look at the knife, his jaws clenched. He wrings his hands behind his back in agitation. Wanda chuckles so darkly. You are petrified with what just happened. It chilled your soul and paralyzed you. You can’t take your gaze away from the floating knife.

Shock of fear zipping through your heart. “Wanda! What the fuck! What are you doing? I already agree to get back with you. Don’t do this. Please don’t kill him. Please, I beg you.” You start to cry again, tears come out in the corner of your eyes. She takes the knife with her hand. She looks at you. She tilts her head as she licks the other side of the knife slowly. Your eyes look up and follow where the knife is at then you lock your gaze with hers.

Her left hand cups your cheek. She leans lower to whisper to you “Oh, I have to do this, sweetheart. Do you want to know why? Because you ask me not to be jealous anymore. It’s so hard for me to do, detka. I tried. It drives me crazy. So I thought, why not just get rid of ANYTHING or even ANYONE that makes me jealous, right? That way, we won’t have problems anymore and can live happily together. Just.. YOU..and..I..” Your torso is rigid with fear. Vivid image of what might happen to Chad parading in your mind. Wanda smirks after she reads your mind. “Oh? You are thinking what I’m thinking?”

“What? No. No. I don’t want it to happen. I don’t want you to kill him. Wanda, please.” Your lips quivered. The red glow in your eyes faded after she read your mind. Her green eyes adoring you, every inch of your face figure. “God, I love you so much. You are so perfect. You are mine, only mine. Imagine how happy we could be after this. Living our dream life together” she says as she slowly and gently runs the sharp tip of the knife from your forehead, to your temple keep moving down to your jawline then she presses a little harder as soon as it reaches the side of your neck to the front of your throat and ends on your collar bones, as some a little blood flows. Your temple pounding with each beat of your heart. She then licks that little blood off your neck. You wince in pain but it’s still bearable for you. You don’t even know how to react anymore. You feel like slowly losing yourself. The feelings want to submit and give in to her, slowly show up out of nowhere. You try to fight it. Is that really what you want? Or is this her playing with your mind? You don't even know anymore but you still try to fight it.

“Wanda, this is not how it works! If you kill him, I won’t be with you. I’ll do what you want and you’ll do what I want as well. That’s how relationships work, take and give. Be reasonable, Wanda!” You tried to put your foot down this time, told her in a stern tone but you bargained with the wrong witch.

“Oh honey, this is how it works. You are right though, take and give. I’ll give anything that makes you happy and you’ll DO what I WANT.” Just like that, her tone changes and the crimson color starts to show again in her eyes. The restraint on your wrists and ankles is finally gone, you are free but not really. Your body is now moving as if it has its own mind. You try to fight it but you can't win. Wanda’s magic makes you stand up and the knife floats to your hand, your hand now grip the handle so tight.

You are now standing in front of Chad and she is standing close behind you, his eyes rounded and horror is written all over his face. “No. No.” He tries to move his head but he can’t. His jaw is locking shut. His throat is freely exposed to you. “Wanda! What are you doing? Stop using your power on me!” You demand. “What’s wrong, y/n? I thought you like it when I use it on you?” Wanda whispered sarcastically.

You try to fight with every energy you have left. You grunt as you fight, trying to let go of the knife but you can’t. You feel like your body is frozen but still moving on its own. Wanda whispers again “I do hope you understand..that even now, what’s about to happen…this is me.being.reasonable.”

With that, your hand moves on its own so quickly, the sharp knife reaches his throat and quickly slices a deep cut on it. Just like that, Chad is gone. A loud thud appears to your hearing as you see his lifeless body fall onto the floor. For a few seconds, terrors took your voice. It bit back your scream. As the red tendrils no longer take control over your body, you drop the knife. You look at your shaky hands with Chad’s blood on it. Your instinct makes you quickly touch your face to wipe the splattered blood that lands on your face and all over you.

You scream your fear out on the top of your lungs. Your throat feels raw from screaming. You quickly move away from Wanda, the woman who you used to love. You run then tripped and you crawl backwards from her, trying to get away from her, for your life. “GET AWAY FROM ME! YOU MONSTER!” You try to throw everything you find to her. “Y/n! Stop! Y/N! STOP IT!” She yells at you as she walks towards you, following you.

“NO! NO! Please, don’t hurt me!” You cry. You are trapped now, your back touching the wall. “I won’t hurt you! I love you! I will never hurt you! I’m not a monster! I just love you too much, I don’t want to lose you, Y/N. Please...I can’t be without you.” Wanda falls on her knees in front of you, crying. She never wants to be a monster to you. All she wants is just to love you and make you happy.

“No, Wanda! You made me kill him! I don’t know you! I don't want you around me! Get out of my life!” You refuse frantically, you raise your arms, covering your face as your effort to protect yourself, that’s all you can think of in this traumatizing situation you are in.

“Then you leave me no choice, detka.” That’s all she can say after the painful view of you rejecting her, rejecting her wrong way of showing how much she loves you. Her eyes light up again and this time so are yours. This is her last resort to finally be with you, make you as hers and live the life she has been dreaming about.

You act differently in an instance. “Wanda? Wanda?” You turn your head to find her. “I’m right here, sweetheart.” She answers. You quickly go to her and hug her. She is no longer in her Scarlet Witch look. She look just like the usual Wanda, the woman that you love, your girlfriend. That’s what you have in your mind. She is your regular customer and she is your girlfriend.

“Are you okay? What happened? Where is Chad? He tried to kill you. We need to get the cops.” You ramble in panic and are so worried about her safety. “No need, y/n. He uh he’s gone. He couldn’t take the fact that we are back together again so he killed himself in front of us and you passed out. I took care of everything and already called the cops. We can go home later after they are done with everything, okay?” Wanda lays out the plot of another lie, the lies that you will never find out.

“Okay..okay..Oh my God! I’m just glad you are okay, Wanda. I love you!” You hug her tighter.

“I love you too, y/n. I love you too much.” She replies. Her eyes glowing as she reads deep in your mind to find names of people who are close with you, she can't let them close to you. The thought of it already made her jealous.

Because to her, you are hers only.

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“Are you happy?” Three little words of a question that are simple but complicated at the same time for Wanda. Nobody asked her that question but her, to herself. Everytime the question echoes in her mind and heart, it scares her. She doesn’t have the answer to it, or perhaps she does but she is trying hard to avoid the real answer.

With no doubt, she is grateful to have a beautiful family with Vision. Been with him for a little over a decade, got married for a few years and were blessed with two wonderful sons. It was a picture perfect life. Friends and family kept telling how lucky she is with her life now. Some even straight up told her that they were envious of her happy life and wished they had the life that Wanda has.

Everybody knows Wanda and Vision has a perfect family but nobody knows how she really feels. To Wanda, theoretically, she should be happy. The truth is, she is struggling.

Struggling internally alone for years wasn’t easy at all for her. Battling the depression she has and fighting all the intrusive thoughts is exhausting for her. Nobody knows how she has been feeling unheard and unappreciated by Vision. No one knows how hard headed he is. Wanda feels alone in this so-called happy marriage, so alone.

Wanda is in a deep secret hollow in need of happiness in her and she never tells a soul about it. Despite all of the problems she has with her depression and Vision, deep down, she also knows she is very attracted to women and she wants a happy life with the one she loves someday.

It’s unavoidable that sometimes Wanda hates herself for even wishing to leave everything to have the dream life. It all feels worse as a huge boulder of guilt puts extra weight in her heart. Wanda wants to give up. Sometimes she can no longer find her will to live.

Then, you came. It all started with a simple conversation starter in her inbox, being the friendly person she is, Wanda replied. You two instantly had a magical connection. Messages after messages, turned into more conversations. You and Wanda grew close together. Wanda was lost until she found her again in you.

Friendly words turn to personal. Love words and pet names were all over you and Wanda. Just like a strong magnetic pull, you two are attracted to each other. Strong feelings make both of you get to know each other closer and better. What she and you have was innocent but not for so long.

Before you two know it, it turned into an insatiable desire. A heated affair yet full of love and care starts to form. You and Wanda have been secretly together for almost a year and rent a place where you both always spend time together whenever there is a chance. It was beautiful. You make her smile. Wanda finally feels happy and she feels appreciated by you that she started to love herself again.

You are the perfect definition of who Wanda has been wanting and dreaming off all these years and you see such a soul in her. Wanda falls for you and so do you.

You are all she has been thinking about and you can't run away either from the fact that you want her all the time. You care about Wanda so deeply, all you want for her is for her to be happy. You know you can treat her better than he does and you do. You have been giving her what she deserved and Wanda wants to do the same thing to you. Her feelings for you get deeper and deeper.

Maybe she thinks she fell for you just a tiny bit but she knows that that tiny bit was strong enough to make her want to be with you.

The urge in her to have a life with you grows. You are not immune to it either by now. Both of you keep talking and imagining how lovely it would be to be able to have the dream life together. The dream was flawless and of course made you and Wanda smile endlessly.

It was pure heaven for you, until you started to want her just for yourself. You started to get jealous of Vision. Whenever you are not with Wanda, you wish you were him so you can be with her. You started to wish that you were not just someone in the dark. You started to want to be able to tell people that you are hers and she is yours. It started to bother you more and more but at the same time, you know all of this is not right. She’s a married woman, she has a family. It has been an issue in your subconscious but you tried to ignore it.

The more you spend time with her the stronger your feelings for her and the bigger the urge to call her yours. It has been the talk between you and her every here and there. Sometimes it leads to little arguments and the word “need some space” has been mentioned a few times. With no doubt, Wanda disagrees. She loves you, she doesn’t want to be away from you. Even the idea of it and not talking with you hurt her.

Until one day, you can’t take it anymore.

"You need to understand, Wanda. This is hard for me. My feelings for you get stronger. The stronger it gets, the more jealous I am of your husband. He gets to be you everyday, touches you or just simply being around you. What about me?" You explained frustratedly yet still in calm manners.

It wasn't the first time but it still hits her when she hears that you are jealous of him. She knows it hurts you. Wanda stuttered a little when she was about to answer you but the short silence was enough for you to jump into your own conclusion.

“I understand, y/n. This–"

"Do you, Wanda?" You cut her sentences.

"This is as hard for me as it is to you. I love you, I want you and I value you. You are so precious and special. I want to be with you as much as you want to be with me.” Wanda swallows the lump in the back of her throat after her ramble. She tries to hold back her tears.

“Then choose me, Wanda.” suddenly the thing you want to ask her the most slips out of your lips and just like that a bigger and more intense argument started. You and Wanda started to raise your voices at each other.

“You know I would choose you in a heartbeat, over and over again if Vision and I don’t have the boys. I would never leave my sons.” an explanation and argument flowed out at the same time in her response. Her two hands shoved her hair back away from her face frustratedly.

“I would never ask you to choose me over your kids.  I understand your position as a mom. You deserve better than him, Wanda. I would treat you the best. I will always make you and the boys happy. I care about you, I love you. Choose me over him.” you pour your emotions out. Your and Wanda’s heart start to beat faster as everything feels more emotional.

Wanda’s lips are slightly open. She is speechless. She knows she wants to leave Vision for you but she is worried if the divorce will take effect on Billy and Tommy. Her eyes slowly turn glossy. Her heart wrenches when she sees how sad you look right now. She never wants to be the reason for your sadness.

Your heart aches hearing her silence. “You have no idea, Wanda, I wish everyday that I was him so I can be with you all the fucking time. All of our conversations about our dreamy life together and what we imagine, it messes my mind because I know that I’m always yours but you are never mine.”  Your hand gestures show your frustration even though your voice starts to calm down and your tone is softer by now yet full of emotions. Your chest rises up and down after the long words you said. Your body feels leaden.

Wanda walks closer to you as her hands cup your cheeks, her green eyes look deep into yours. Tears start to fill her eyes. “Y/n, my sweet, I’m yours. You know, I’m all yours. You are all I think about everyday, detka.” Oh the feelings of her soft touches almost got you again but you try to fight it and her soft whispering voice is not making it easy. Then you remember what's bothering you the most.

You pull your face away from her hands as you walk a step back from her. “Yeah, but it’s not right. All of these are not right.” Her stomach churned and her hope disintegrated when she saw you move away from her touch, the touch that you always tell her that it’s your favorite thing in this world.

Wanda furrows her eyebrows in confusion. “Y/n, a few minutes ago you asked me to leave him and now you say everything we have is not right?! You are all over the place. I don’t understand.” Tensions start to grow back second by second.

“I know, Wanda! I know. It has been a battle in my mind lately. I want you for myself but I know I can’t but I’m jealous. I don’t fucking now. All I know, I can’t do this anymore, Wanda. I love you but I just can’t. I’m leaving.” You can’t believe what you just said.

A soft gasp escaped her lips. Her heart shattered. Oh if a broken heart has a sound, you would hear it. “Are you breaking up with me?” she asked and her voice sounds shaky. Her lower lips quivered. You know that she is going to cry and it hurts you. You were right, with one blink she did, her tears rolling on her cheeks.

You close your eyes for a little bit in trying to erase the image of her crying as you take a deep painful breath. "This is gonna be hard for both of us, Wanda, but it's for the best."

You grab your stuff and car key as Wanda watches you preparing to leave.

As you walk you steps out of the house, her soft hand grabs your wrists. "Y/n, please don't leave me. Please. I can’t imagine that we don’t talk or see and not be with each other." She begs with a cry.

As soon as you see her cry, your instinct is to calm her down. You pull her into a hug, for the last time. Wanda breaks a sobbing cry. “I’m sorry.” You crumbled inside.

“No, I’m sorry for putting you into this situation. I’m sorry I caused you pain when I should have brought you peace. Please detka, don’t leave me. We will be so happy together, I promise.” Wanda’s tears soak your shoulder. Her throat thickened with sobs.

“Maybe in another universe or life.” That's all you can say right now.

You leave a goodbye kiss on her forehead then leave right after you let go of your embrace. Everything feels like a knife in your heart. Sorrow shredded you inside. With a heavy heart, you drive away. You never want everything that you have with her to end up like this. Despite the fact that you broke up with her, you still love her. You even think that you would never be able to fully move on from her.

You don’t know how you will get through all this, all you know is it's for the best. You tried to stay as long as you could. You understand her position but you can’t bear the pain anymore and you are trying to save both of you from more of it. You know that it's not fair to you and her marriage with Vision.

Wanda watches you slowly disappear into distances. She could hardly move as tear drops kept falling. “I love you, my sweet. Always.” she whispers as if she wishes that your heart would hear it.

Since then, Wanda has been in a deep sad state. Her heart lives in constant pain, emotionally and even physically. Her heart broke into pieces yet they are all patched with a band of loneliness. Torment seems like it permanently claws her heart. Wanda feels so lost. She feels like she went back to square one after the break up, even worse. She misses you so much, your care, presence, sweet words and your corny jokes. Once again, she forgot how to smile. Every single breath she takes, it hurts. Wanda understands the reasoning behind your actions and she knows that the only thing she can do is to accept it even though she knows she wouldn’t be able to move on from you.

You are as struggling as Wanda does. You never thought it would be this hard but you are determined, at least you try to be.

You fully knew that there will be a lot of things that will remind you of her. You know her like the back of your hand. Things that she loves or hates. No matter what, you will always remember how easily she blushes from your words, those little giggles she does everytime you tease her neck with your kisses. The rushes of feelings you have whenever she lands her soft touches on you. You will never forget how her green eyes playfully give the puppy dog eyes whenever she tries to get what she wants from you and of course you could never say no to them.

Both of you are struggling to keep your heads up from drowning in the memories you had together.

A day feels like a year. Days turn to weeks and surely shift to months. A year does not come without any difficulties to the both of you.

_____

You answer your door and you feel like you have been struck by lightning. Your eyes rounded. Your heart skips a beat and you even stutter when you call her name. “W-Wanda? Uh–Wh-what are you doing here?” You and Wanda always know each other's address, even before the affair started but both of you agreed to scratch them out of the meeting spots list.

You never thought you would see her beautiful face again nor see her standing right in front of your door with a bouquet of the same exact flowers you two used to have at the rented house before. Her smile, it feels like a soothing touch to your crumpled heart.

Wanda was hesitant at first to visit you, knowing how determined you are, she thought you probably moved to a different place by now. As luck would have it, you still live there.

“Hello y/n. I'm sorry that I came here unannounced. I tried to call or text but you never answered me but I really need to tell you something.” She greets nervously, you can even see pride,fear, sadness and happiness all at once. She tries to swallow down her nervousness. Her eyes blink a few times. You still remember how she is whenever she is nervous.

“Hi Wanda. It's–it's okay. I uh- I.. Wait, what-what do you need to tell me?” you are struggling forming your words. Are you happy to see her? Of course! Deep down, you miss her but you have been trying hard to kick that thought out for the last whole year yet you don’t realize that your cheeks blush. Your stomach does somersaults, your legs feel weak.

Her eyes sparkling as she looked at you in awe. Wanda still looks at you with the eyes that want you. Awkward tension roaming freely between you two. Wanda wants to hug you so badly. She scans you quickly until she hears you clear your throat.

“Oh well, I.. I don’t know where to start but uh I’m here to let you be the first person to know. that I filed a divorce, so uh–well, so I can be with you. I’m sorry it took a little while but I’m back. I’m here for you, for us. I chose you over him.” The more words she said, the more nervous she got. An anxious smile shows up slowly. One of her hands squeezes the strap of her purse that's on her shoulder. Wanda is thinking what’s with the pause of your response and the silence.

“Say something, detka.” Wanda vaguely demands, her mind starts to worry instantly.

“I don’t–I don’t know what to say. It–”

Wanda quickly interrupts your words. Her anxiety gets the best of her.

“Isn’t it what you always wanted, y/n?” Her heartbeat doubled in speed by now, her voice is getting shaky. Her throat tightened.

As you are going to answer her, another interruption shows up.

“Babe, who is it? What took you so long?” A redhead shows up asking curiously as she opens the door wider. 

Just like that, Wanda feels the worst heartache in her life. It’s more painful than the one she felt last year when you broke up with her. It felt like a dagger stabs right through her chest and a barb wire wrap to her heart, clawing into it deep and was left bleeding to the last drop. It takes a split second for Wanda to find out the fact that you are with someone else.

How could she do this? Is the only thought she had right now. Wanda doesn’t know that your relationship with Natasha is only two weeks old. She wouldn’t care about it, all she knows is that you found a new love. Wanda doesn’t know anymore which feeling is worse; Not seeing you at all or seeing you but not being with you.

The wounded heart that was numb can feel again, but it’s agony that’s all it can feel. You hear her take a quick shaky breath. Just from everything that happened and that you saw through Wanda’s eyes or face expression, you can feel the pain.

Her pain doubles what’s yours. A full year of trying hard to move on from her yet subconsciously waiting for her to tell you the exact news she told you just now but it never came until today when you are already with somebody else.

Watching her eyes slowly swim in tears and silently jump back and forth between you and the red haired woman feels like a sledgehammer hits your stomach over and over again.

“Oh, she is uh, she came here to–” you internally curse yourself right now. Why on earth you can’t form any full sentences. You never tell Natasha about Wanda, let alone about the relationship you two had. A few different kinds of emotions and feelings melt and smother your heart and mind. You feel terrible now. To who? Both of them but mostly to Wanda.

“To ask if any of you see my dog. He–he ran away to catch a squirrel and I saw he ran this way to your house.” Wanda came to the rescue with a heavy heart. It’s obvious and painful for you to see how hard she tries to keep herself together and not to cry.

“A dog? I don’t think we have seen any dogs around. Do you have pictures of him? Oh, I’m Natasha by the way and this is my girlfriend, y–” Natasha answers, looks confused but she suspects nothing.

“Y/n, she told me her name before and yes I have his picture. His name is Sparky. My sons love them so much. Someone close to me helped me name him.” Wanda continues and shows her dog’s picture on her phone. She steals glances at you when Natasha is focused on Wanda’s phone.

You remember the day you and Wanda adopted Sparky for the boys. Her laugh still sounds so clear in your memory when you pitch Sparky as the idea for the names because of his frizzy fur as if he just got a spark of electricity wave.

“Aww he is so cute. No wonder you look so sad.” Natasha doesn’t pay attention to anything else but the pictures.

“My sweet.” Wanda calls you with the pet names she used to call you very softly that Natasha can’t hear but loud enough for your brain and heart to dig some more memories of Wanda that live rent free in your mind.. You loved it every time she called you that. Surprisingly, it still does the same effect to you now as it did to you before. The way Wanda’s eyes adore you while she is in such pain is not helping at all.

Eye contacts were locked the whole time between you and Wanda. Natasha’s voice finally pulls back your attention and Wanda looks away as soon as you break it..

“Well, You can leave your number and we will let you know if we see Sparky.” your girlfriend suggests.

“Y/n has my number.” Wanda’s quick awkward glance visits your eyes one more time.

“Oh awesome! And what’s your name again?” Natasha asks with a smile.

“Sorry, where are my manners, I’m Wanda. Nice to meet you, I appreciate your help.” the Sokovian brunette replies and offers her hand to Natasha for a friendly handshake then to you.

Unexpectedly, you still feel the indescribable feelings you always get every time you feel her hand touch you. The softness of her touch is addictive for you. You always want more of it. You never get enough of her and everything else about her. “You two make a very cute couple.” Wanda shows a fake smile as she compliments you and Nat.

You know how hurtful it is for Wanda to say it because somehow it hurts you too when you hear it. Natasha thanked her but your lips refuse to do so.

You notice her fake smile slowly turns to sad frown as Wanda turns around. You watch her heavy steps she takes to walk away from you and it makes you realize how hard it must’ve been for Wanda to watch you leave a year ago.

Wanda feels like she’s walking on a broken glass path, it hurts her in every step she takes. Her heart feels empty and numb. She feels so lost. Her heart beats in agony. She feels every part of her is tightly wrapped in a painful blanket that she can’t take it off and it’s sucking the life out of her.

Wanda throws away the flower, she wishes it can be that easy to throw away all of her feelings and all the sweet memories with you but she knows she can’t. You are very special and meant a lot to her. No matter what, she loves you. You have been the reason for her to remember how to smile again, to be happy. She knows that her heart belongs to you even though it would be hard for her to move on. Wanda doesn’t know how but all she knows, she wished that she chose you sooner.

Her heart still hopes for miracle and waits for you in spite of the painful truth she just found out.

You watched Wanda drive away. Internally, you are worried about her driving in her current state of mind and heart.

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A few hours have passed, Wanda has occupied your mind the whole time. You can’t focus on watching the show with Natasha.

You are worried about Wanda. What happened today hit you hard and made you realize that deep down you still care about her. You still love her.

You wonder what's on Wanda's mind about you and Natasha but you haven’t realized that deep down you hope that Wanda doesn't misunderstand that you two live together.

Seeing her again a year after definitely tore down the wall around your heart so easily. You thought that you had moved on from her but you were served a plate of truth that the feelings for her are still there. No matter how hard you try, Wanda always has that huge special spot in your heart.

The moment Wanda told you that she chose you over Vision and left him for you was really a surprise for you, it’s not that you doubt how much Wanda loves you but it’s because you know how big of a step it is for her to do.

Your heart keeps commanding you to grab your phone but your brain fights it and barks orders to you to  put it down everytime you do so. Until this one last time, you unlock your phone and search for Wanda’s name in your contacts. You are staring at her name on your phone screen, having this huge urge to tap the message button but you don’t know what to do. Your heart begs you to do it because it knows who it wants you to choose.

“Hello you…” Wanda quickly wiped her tears, her heart racing from her emotions as soon as she read your text. She smiles in her cry. This time the tears that slowly fill her eyes are tears of happiness. She recognizes the greetings, the one that you always do everytime you see or talk to her. Your smile everytime you say it comes vividly in her mind. She still feels butterflies in her stomach as she quickly replies.

No matter what, the feelings are strong, both of you have been the main choice to each other this whole time.

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The day Wanda lost her love, Vision, felt like half of herself died. It was not easy for her, it has never been easy, even until now. Even though she has moved on and accepted what happened, she still has a breakdown about his death every now and then. When that comes, she always goes to the park to gather herself hoping it will make her feel better..

She notices you every time she is there or even when she just walks past the park. You are always with some other young kids your age painting or spray painting on canvas. From your look, she knows you are way younger than her. She notices how you are so into art

Meanwhile the amount of attention you have to her is the same. You notice that she always looks sad and alone but you always thought she might want to be alone.

One day, it was the hardest she had, she wanted to disappear or run away as far as she could from the sadness. She is exhausted from it. She decided to fly up to the rooftop of the highest skyscraper in the city. Higher than the Stark’s Industries. Wanda sunk into her own sadness. She wants to be free from it, she doesn’t know how to, all she knew she had moved on and accepted it yet she feels that she needs a little help to pull her out from all of this.

You happen to be there. Once you notice her, again with her sad look, you finally decide to talk to her but before you can let out any words, you see a red force comes out of her and you feel it push you and before you know it you slide until you feel your back touch the wall on the other side of the rooftop. “Fuck.” That’s the only word that came out from you.

She heard your swearing and your cough after that, she ran to check on you right away. You grunt and grunt, it hurts you but it was still bearable for you. “Oh my God, are you okay? I’m so sorry. What are you doing here?” She apologizes as she tries to help you to get up and she recognizes you.

“I’m okay. I was just... drawing.” You answer as you try to stand up and your head turns to the walls around you as if you are showing her the graffiti you did on the walls . “What are YOU doing here? Try to jump off and kill yourself? You added.

“Me? J--jump off? I wasn’t going--” She tries to deny what you said but you interrupt her. “It sure seemed like it. I know, because I almost did it before but I didn’t. I changed my mind.”

“Y-you almost jumped off this building? Why?” Wanda asks. “How did you get up here by the way? This building has a lot of securities and what the hell was that red thing that came out of you?” You ignored her question. You ask as you check on your wounded elbow and scratched lower arms.

“I-I flew up here? And the red thing is my power. How did you get up here?” She answers hesitantly followed by a question as well. “Flew up here? You have power?” Once again, you ignore her question then you squint your eyes as you look closer to her. “Oh yeah. You are Wanda Maximoff from the Avengers! I know you look familiar every time I see you at the park!” Excitement evident in your voice.

“Y--you notice me at the park? Every time I’m at the park?” She asks in disbelief. Warmth fills her chest to know someone notices her and pays attention to her.

“Yeah. You always sit alone and look sad. I always want to talk to you but I thought you probably want to be alone.” You explain straight to the point as you collect your spray paints while grunts in a little pain you have. “Why aren’t you painting with your friends at the park?” Wanda asks to show you that you are not the only one paying attention to the surroundings.

You look at her surprised. “Ah, you noticed me too. Do you like my paintings or my drawings too?” You ask her in a playful sarcasm. She chuckles timidly. “Yes, I do.” She then hears you grunt in pain again. “Let’s get something for your scratches. That’s the least I can do after I blasted you.” She offers.

“Yeah, we gotta sneak through the securities though. Come follow me.” You take a peak from the window on the rooftop door. “You sneaked up here? That’s trespassing.” The older red hair commented on your saying.

You chuckle in sarcasm. “Yeah right. But flying up here isn’t trespassing?”

Your answer is like a little slap on her face and made her realize. “Well, yeah but it’s a cooler way to trespass.” She answers with a little pride in it.

“Okay, you are right. I can’t beat that.” You answer in defeat. “Do you want to know how flying feels?” She asks. You smirk at her question. Her power wraps around your body as she holds your hand while both of you are flying down the building.

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“Wow! That was awesome! Thanks Wanda!” You tell her as you still try to find your balance on your stand. “You are welcomed. What’s your name? And how old are you?” She asks. ”I’m y/n and I’m 18 years old. Nice to finally talk with you.” You smile and offer a handshake. “Likewise, y/n.” She smiles as she shakes your hand. “Wow, you have a beautiful smile. I love it. I hope you feel better from whatever it is, so you can show more of that gorgeous smile.” You smile again, noticing blushes crept up on her cheek slowly.

Both of you walk together to get things for your scratches but that doesn’t end there. You and Wanda continue to walk back to the park and she tells you why she is always at the park and why she was at the rooftop then spends more time talking about her. Wanda really wants to know about you but she can sense that you are not ready to tell her more about yourself, so she decides to just wait until you are ready. Time flies by fast while both of you talk, you even made her smile a few times more.

And just like that, the short meeting on the rooftop and a walk in the park turns to another fun day to spend time together, and another one then another one and a lot more. A few months have passed, the regular walks at the parks turn into dates. Slowly Wanda’s sadness that she used to struggle with faded. She is no longer exhausted from it. She is.. Happy with you.

One night, after a date, all of a sudden you ask her to drive to the zoo. Of course this got Wanda all confused but her nurturing instinct makes her try to give what you want, she obliges. “Y/n, what are we doing here? The zoo just closed. If you wanted to come here, you could’ve told me earlier.” She asks in concern as she drives and parks her car.

“I actually waited until they closed. Wait here. I’ll be right back.” You answer then you quickly get out of the car.

She heard your muffled voice talking on the phone and then she saw you walk and talk to someone. Then you open her car door. “Come with me. Hurry.” You grab her hand and pull her to follow you. You lead her, through back doors of the zoo and back ways and aisle then secret “employee only” way. “Y/n, what are you doing? Are we trespassing in a zoo right now?” She asks in a whisper, worried is clearly heard in her tone. “Let’s just say, I know someone to help us get in.” You answer nonchalantly.

“What? Are you serious? No! I don’t want to get in trouble. This is what young kids do. I’m not doing this.” She pulls your hand and halts her steps. “Well, you are with me, a younger kid.” You reply as you roll your eyes followed by your finger doing an air quote. It bothers you every time Wanda mentions your age or something about your age difference. “Just follow me, will you, Wands? I have a surprise for you.” You demand her this time and she follows.

Then you take her to a big room that leads to a big zoo enclosure. There is a zoo employee that already stands there waiting for you and Wanda. “Hey, y/n! How are you? Good to see you again!” A taller bearded man that wears a ranger uniform greets you and gives you a hug. “Hey, Elliot! Thank you for helping me at the last minute. This is Wanda.” You thank him and you timidly introduce her to him.

“Anytime, y/n! You know that. So this is her?” He asks you with a knowing smile and a teasing wiggling eyebrow. “Hi. Nice to meet you.” Wanda smiled. “Yes, yes. That’s her.” You blush as you answer her. Elliot laughs as he pats your shoulder. “Okay, let’s bring them in.” He signals the other employees to open a little door, and some red pandas come out.

Wanda gasps. “Oh my God! Y/n! Those are---those are red pandas!” She tries hard to hold her squeal. She wants to jump in excitement. She looks at you smiling. “Yes they are, Wands. Your favorite animals. You always told me how cute they are and how you want to see them and pet them, not just looking at them through a glass. So here we are.” You explain.

“Oh my god! You remember? Y/n, thank you so much!” She thanks you as she hugs you in gratitude. “Okay, Do you want to pet it?” Elliot asks her as he picks one up and brings it closer to her. You and Wanda spend a little while there, playing with red pandas while Elliot explains facts about them and talks with you and Wanda.

After that both of you bid your farewell and thank Elliot then walk back to the car. As you walk to your car holding hands, Wanda looks at you. “Y/n, thank you so much. It was the best surprise I ever had.” She squeezes your hand gently to make sure you know how much she appreciates what you did. “You are welcomed, Wanda.” You smile, your heartbeat quickens. You start to get more nervous. Your other hand starts to fidget. Your mind is thinking rapidly trying to find words to say.

You finally gather yourself and your words. You stop your steps and her name on your lips make its way to be heard. “Wanda..”

“Yes y/n?” She answers you with a smile and soft calming tone as she turns to face you. “Uh--I like you so much. More than you like those red pandas.” You talk nervously and Wanda can’t help a laugh with your cute remark. “Wow, that’s a lot, y/n. I wonder how many red pandas represent how much you like me.” She replies with a joke to disguise her nervousness herself.

You roll your eyes playfully. “Uh, more than this zoo has I think but seriously, I’m trying to say something.” You tell her with puppy dog eyes. She tries to stop her laugh. “Okay okay, I’m sorry. Go ahead, dear.”

“I like you so much. I love you. Can I be your girlfriend?” You ask nervously, your gaze hardly looking at hers. “Yes, of course, Y/n! And I want to be your girlfriend too.” She gently pinches your chin and turns your head slowly to face her and she brushes her lips to yours gently then catches it in her lips. Her hands move to your hips and pull your body closer to her. You step closer and your arms over her shoulder. Your lips move, joining in her lips’ movement. The kiss is slow, intimate and romantic even though it was short.

“Wow.” That’s all you can say after that, your lips don’t want to cooperate with you talk. All it wants is just to form a smile. Wanda presses her forehead against you, both of you giggles. Then continue to walk back to the car holding hands.

“So, you don’t mind dating someone who is ten years younger than you?” You tease. “Well, as long as I don’t have to always babysit you, I’m okay.” She plays along with your tease. “Heeeyy, I’m not a baby.” You answer with a fake pout. “Aaaw, is my baby upset?” Wanda teases more with a mocking tone and pouty lips. “Please stop doing that.” You roll your eyes and she laughs at you. She drops you at your friend’s house before she drives home to the compound. You told her you live with your best friend. That’s where she always picks you up or drops you home.

“How was it?" Your best friend asks. "A success. We are dating now." You smile drunkenly in love. "You haven't told her who you really are?" Another question from your best friend. "No. I wasn't ready yet but I will." You answer as you can't stop thinking about the red hair witch.

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Two months since both of you officially dating. Wanda still hasn't let anybody know about you, not even to her twin brother or her best friend, Natasha. She doesn't know how Pietro, Natasha and the others will react if they know she is dating a younger kid that has a decade age difference. Pietro and Nat already suspect something since both of you start to see each other more often.

You have been sneaking into the compound a few times when everybody is sleeping, you spend a few hours cuddling, watching some sitcom or just talking about everything then you usually go home around dawn before everybody wakes up.

One time there was a miscommunication between you and Wanda, she didn't know you were coming. You sneak in to the usual window, in the common room. Wanda is in her room, not waiting for you like usual. Everybody is sleeping, except Pietro and Nat.

They notice a noise when they are walking to the common room then see your figure open the window and climb into through the window. Pietro signals Nat that he will do something to you. He moved in his super speed, and hit you a few times in his invisible movement.

As you reflexes you try to fight whoever hit you. You grunt in pain from his hit and try to grab anything you can reach from the kitchen. You throw glasses, plates and pans make a lot of noise that others start to notice. Then Natasha starts to attack you. "Friday, alert everybody that there is an intruder." Nat commanded the A.I.

Others run to the common room including Wanda. All lights are on now. "Help, please I mean no harm." Your hands try to cover your face to protect you from more hit

"Y/n? What--what are you doing here?" Wanda asks nervously. “I come to see you. I thought you knew?” You answer as you are panting from all the commotions and fighting in panic.

“You know her, sestra?” Pietro asks in confusion. “What’s going on here? Where is the intruder?” Tony asks as his Iron Man mask slowly opens. Confusion roaming free and filling the room. “Y-yes I know her. She is my girlfriend.” Wanda admits and surprises everybody.

The surprise is broken by Tony’s remark. “Girlfriend? You are dating this kid? Y/n what are you doing here, sneaking into the compound?” Tony asks casually as he walks out of his whole iron suit. “Wait, Tony, you know y/n?” Your girlfriend is alarmed and asks the billionaire. Your stomach turns and knows you are screwed now.

“How come you didn’t tell me you are dating someone?” Pietro asks in disappointment to his twin. “Hold on, Pietro. Tony, how do you know y/n?” Once again, she asks him and ignores her twin.

“Of course, I know her. She is Y/N Y/L/N. Her parents are my friends and business partner. Her dad is the owner of Y/L/N Corp, he owns the tallest skyscrapers. I don’t like it because it’s taller than mine, but yeah. Her mom was a famous veterinarian and the owner of Lumiere Zoo of New York. She is a very sweet lady.” Tony explains.

“The tallest skyscrapers, that’s why you were there on the rooftop.” Wanda mumbled in realization. “That’s why you could take me to see the red pandas too.” She added.

“Wait, she took you to see red pandas?” Nat gets distracted. “Yes and they let me pet them.” She answers with an obvious instant excitement. “They let you pet them?! Oh my god! Can you take me to see Koala too?” Nat instantly forgets what’s the main problem and excitedly asks you. “Uh-I guess I can. Sure.” You answer as you smile awkwardly, scratching the back of your head.. “Romanoff, this is not the time for planning a VIP zoo visit right now. We have a teenager who broke into the compound here.”

“I’m 18, Tony, I’m an adult, okay?” You retort. “Well, you are still a kid to us.” Clint lets out a comment and Wanda gives her a glare instantly, and Nat hits the back of Clint’s head for his comment.

“Maximoff, Are you really dating this little kid? I bet there is a big age gap? Five? Eight? Oh wait, ten years. Please don’t tell me this was not the first time you sneak into this compound.” Tony sighs.

“So what, Tony? Leave them alone, she is with Wanda and you know her and her parents anyway. Just give her the code to the compound so she won’t have to sneak in anymore, problem solved.” Nat tries to back you up as she shrugs her shoulders. “Nat is right, Tony. Can we just go back to sleep please?” Bucky talks in his sleepy state.

“I don’t see her as a threat here, Tony. Don’t sneak in like that anymore, kid. You are lucky you are not injured.” The blonde super soldier adds. “And you better take me to the Koalas, kid.” Nat smiles trying to suppress her excitement.

“Seriously, Romanoff? Still talking about the damn Koalas?” Irritation evident in his tone knowing everybody is on your side now. “What? Koalas are cute, I always want to pet them.” Nat tackles Tony’s snarky comment.

“Sestra, you owe me an apology and a story tomorrow. Nice to meet you y/n.” Pietro talks to Wanda and then you as he pats your shoulder when she walks past you going back to his room. Everybody went back to their room and Tony was defeated with the majority of votes and he let you go this time and considered giving you the code to the compound or not.

You go to Wanda’s room with her. Wanda demands you to tell everything about you, no more lies or secrets and you follow what she says and tell her everything.

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A week has passed since your awkward “grand introduction” to the whole team mates. Despite knowing you and your parents, he still doesn’t trust you on giving you access code to the compound. Wanda and others are still trying to help you to talk with Tony but he sticks to his hard headed side.

It was a calm day in New York or the universe. No villain or alien attack. Wanda is just doing some reports after attending the boring usual meeting that Steve held. Until Wanda gets a phone call from the police station about you getting arrested for something you did. You didn’t want your parents to know, so you call Wanda.

She was worried at first but the worriedness quickly went away as soon as she got there and was informed what you did that got you arrested and of course it has something to do with Tony’s property.

After she makes a call with Pepper to ask for her help, you are finally released. “Seriously, y/n? Got arrested for vandalism? To Tony’s property? You know that me and other teammates have been trying to change Tony’s mind to give you the compound’s code so you can come anytime you want. We try to gain his trust, but you vandalize his property?!” Wanda rambles in anger. Anger swelled up in her.

“I’m sorry, Wands.” That’s all you can say before your older girlfriend continues lecturing you. “I thought we talked about this? For you to start to think about your future, either focus on your school to become a great vet like your mom or help your dad running the company. I meant, even though it’s not right but out of all property you can do your graffiti, you pick Tony’s?! And then, I have to come and help you get out of it? That was very childish, y/n.” Her every muscle tensed.

“I chose that spot so you can see it every time you drive by to the compound.” You argued with an attitude. “And why should I? Why do you want me to see it every time I drive by, y/n? To remind me how my girlfriend was acting like a rebellious kid? Very mature of you.”

“No. I made it for you, as my way to say that I love you! Just drive by there and see!” You replied by raising your tone and it caught her in silence and speechless.

She drives there and the whole ride she doesn’t say a word. Then as soon as she gets there, she parks to see what you had made. Both of you got out of the car. As soon as she sees it, she lets out a sigh, it melts her heart.

She sees a silhouette of the top of the building where you both met with a vague logo of the company and the silhouette is surrounded with a 3D effect of Wanda’s red magic wisp to represent how you both met and you add a decent size of red pandas paw print for the night you both officially dating. Her eyes are drinking the view in awe.

“Why did you have to make this?” Her tone is softer compared to how it was earlier. “Why? You don’t like it?” You ask anxiously. “I love it but it means I have to deal with Tony so he won’t take this down or get it cleaned. “Thank you y/n. It was really sweet of you. I love it. Sorry I was being too hard on you.” She pecks your lips and hugs you then smiles at you.

She takes a picture of it and both of you go back into the car. She texts the picture to all Avengers except Tony with a little message before she drives back to the compound. “Y/n drew this on one of the walls near the compound. I need your backup please so Tony won’t go crazy, get it cleaned or take it down?”

“Aaw that’s so sweet, a love declaration for you from her. She seriously has to bring me to the koalas to pet them for backing her up. I meant it.” Natasha replied.

And Wanda gets a lot of OK’s from the other teammates. Then both of you hang out in the common room with everybody else until Tony’s voice echoing to the common room as he walks in. “Maximooooff, you better have your teenage girlfriend here because I’m gonna make her scrub that graffiti off my wall!”

“Okay, here we go guys.” says Wanda to the others.

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Wanda Maximoff, yes, that’s her name. To you, it’s a powerful name for one hell of an amazing woman. That name sticks to your mind and of course your heart. With just a mention of it, your heart would skip a beat and your lung forgot how to breathe.

You would do anything for her, literally. Why? Because she has your heart in her grip. You think about her all the time. A smile automatically shows up on your face everytime you think about how her voice sounds when she tells you that she loves you, or the sounds of her laughs.

You love Wanda. Yes, actually you overdose with everything about her. Her silky brown hair, her smile, even her pouty face. Not to mention her touches and her scents. 

You fell for her hard and it was the best thing ever happened to you. Well, at least that was what you thought at that time before you both broke up and it's such a shame that it was a messy break up in the beginning but both of you decided to stay civil and keep the friendship.

Well, the break up was a little over a year ago. In the beginning of the first few months after that, you and Wanda tried to keep in touch. Unfortunately, the efforts from both ends didn’t last long. It slowly died. Two of you don’t talk anymore.

You keep telling yourself that it was just all a game for Wanda and you think it would help you to get her out of your mind. Do you ever wonder how she is doing? Yes, of course you do but you are not proud of it. Not at all, especially after you heard from Tony that Wanda has found someone else. You know that person, it’s Vision, Tony's assistant.

You wish you would’ve known that you weren’t the love Wanda was looking for. Even after all this time you still wonder why you can’t move on just the way she did easily. Your mind is all over the place right now as you sip the whiskey you have at Yelena and Kate's wedding party.

When you heard that Wanda is coming too, part of you regretted that you came here. Your brain reminds you that you don’t want to know what kind of dress she is wearing or how she does her hair tonight. You wish that you could just leave but it’s your best friend’s wedding so you know that you wouldn’t get away with this. It’s a big party anyway, so you have less chances to bump into each other.

Well, turns out you were wrong. Half an hour after you mingled and talked with Kate, Yelena and Melina, you caught Wanda in the corner of your eyes. Of course, she comes with her new lover.

You stole a glance at her, so did she at you. She is wearing the red dress you gave her on the first valentine's day together. You always know that red is her color. You loved how the dress shows her curves. You can still feel the ghost of her lips when she kisses you a thank you after you gave her the dress. Oh her flawless hair. You remember exactly the smell of her shampoo.

Her soft green eyes warm your heart yet could stab it the same way cupid’s arrow strikes it when you fell for her for the first time.all over again every time she looks at you 

All these thoughts stop abruptly when you see Vision’s hand run down from her back to the curves of her waist. No, no, no. You don’t want to know if he holds onto her so tight the way you did before.

Wanda’s stomach did somersault and her heart flinched when gazes were locked for a few seconds. Her mouth falls slowly open a little. It’s the first time you two see each other again after the break up.

She sees how you smile to everybody else but her and she can’t complain, it’s the same to her. No matter how much her heart smiles, her face refuses to show it. Just like you, as much as she wants to know how you have been, but she tries to keep herself in place.

How everyone laughs around you, it reminds her how goofy you were and you always made her laugh with your antics and jokes. All of that leads to more and more memories. How romantic you were, how you would do anything for her.

Every now and then, Wanda thought you might want her to show up at your door but she was too afraid that she was wrong.

Then Natasha comes into her sight. Seeing the red hair excitedly come to you and kiss you on the lips while your hand touches her hips, proves to her that she was wrong. You wouldn't want her to show up out of the blue. In her mind, you are over her and all the sweet things you two had.

Being ex-girlfriends to each other when being in the same circle of friends is not that easy. Everybody knows how messy the break up was and they are all aware that you two are not talking anymore but nobody wants to bring anything up about it. Wanda also has her own little bird that told her about you. She heard from Pietro that you and Natasha are seeing each other now.

Oh it wasn’t easy for the brunette to hear when Pietro told her about you and Natasha.

Wanda doesn't want to know if you look into Natasha's eyes or if she holds onto you so tight the way Wanda did before but she knows all she can do now is just hoping that Natasha knows how to love you like she does or kisses you the way you like it.

Just like you, she overdoses everything about you and now she can't get you out of her mind.

You thought that one stolen glance that got caught with hers was the only thing you have to handle tonight and you were proud to yourself that you are doing well fighting it subconsciously but boy oh boy, you were wrong again. So damn wrong.

Your eyes refuse to let go of Wanda from your sight. You are slowly sinking into a quicksand of memories and feelings. The more you fight, the more you lose. All the words around you from Yelena, Kate, Natasha and somebody else gradually turn into a muffled sound. Good thing nobody noticed that you are out of it now.

Your body tenses up to ward off shaking, your legs weaken. Questions and thoughts start to bounce around in your mind. Why did Wanda choose to wear that dress and do the hair the way you like it? Was it on purpose? She still looks beautiful as always, just like on that first Valentine’s day night.

Does she still have feelings for you? Fuck, no. no. no. You don’t want to know that. Wanda moved on and stopped talking to you so easily. She dates Vision a few months after the breakup. Even though there’s no rule for how long exactly after a breakup that you can date again, to you it was too early but who cares? Apparently Wanda didn’t, so why should you? And that's a good enough reason for you to move on too.

You are with Natasha now. You look at the red-haired girl next to you and smile.

Your heart wrenched when you take another quick look at Wanda only to find that she is looking at you with those warm loveable jade eyes. She is standing alone while Vision is busy talking with Tony and Steve. Embarrassment stirred in you because she caught you staring at her. Is it even staring when you only look at her for a few seconds?

Wanda is as conflicted as you are right now. She feels tightness in her chest. She mindlessly tightens her grips around her cocktail glass when she sees Natasha hold your hand and her other hand rubs your inner lower arm as if she is showing everybody that you are hers.

She sees you smile at Natasha again. Her mood plummeted.

Both of you let out a gaze that ping-pongs and avoids direct eye contact every now and then yet keep wanting to look at each other. It feels awkward but it still feels like a drop of rain on the desert.

Her fingers get colder, not from her cocktails but from all of the rush of feelings that she can’t even describe. Wanda knows she was at fault in the past that made the last piece of strings that kept your relationship all together for a while finally broken.

She tried to keep in touch with you but she thought that you didn’t want to and you were just doing it for your friendship with Pietro. Little did she know, you wanted her to stay in your life but you felt the same misunderstanding Wanda thought.

You swallow the lump of sadness and Wanda sees your jaw clenched. She knows that you do that whenever you are feeling upset or discomfort. You feel like time has stopped. Your heartbeat seems to slow down momentarily. Her thoughts spin. Your mind is focusing inward.

Wanda’s thought is a hundred miles an hour right now, dredging up everything that happened in the past. Her lungs constrict for a few seconds, making it hard for her to breathe.

She misses you. Do you? Without a doubt, you are in denial for that matter. Her feet mindlessly start walking towards you and to her surprise, she sees you take your steps to her. Her heartbeat tripled in speed, she could’ve sworn she could hear it.

You are a nervous wreck right now. You are going to be closer and closer to your ex-girlfriend in a few more steps after this long time. You don’t even know what you feel? Excited? Hurt? Angry? Are you going to be defeated by your own feelings? Do you really want to go to her? Should you ask if she is happy with Vision? No, definitely not that. Are you kidding? You are strong enough not to ask her that, you gotta be strong.

Words scatter around in her head. She is thinking what to say to you. Just a simple Hi? I miss you? I’m sorry?

Gosh, everything happens so fast yet feels like slow motions. The short distance between you and Wanda seems like hundreds of miles away.

This is it, she is a step away from you but you don’t cease your steps. You walk past her, continue your steps to the bar. Wanda didn't stop either. The fact that you keep walking, it felt like a knife to her heart and it plunged her to despair.

Both of you are internally broken and falling apart. A soft long shaky sigh comes out of your lips.

Disappointment sagged through both of you. Wanda’s and your feet feel heavy as you two walk. Pain claws onto your heart. Wanda puts a fake smile at the brides to cover how she really feels right now. At the same time, you are trying your best putting on a poker face and averting your eyes from her because you know how bad you are to hide your emotion.

Deep down, you and Wanda wish that you still talked but things happened and now you both regret that you stopped talking.

A/n: Welp, that's it for today! Let me know what you think. I'm gonna work on the requests i got now. Follow me for more!

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