Wanda knows it the second she steps through the door -- knows it in the way the air sits wrong, thick and unmoving, like even the dust is waiting for something to break.
She hears the soft slam of a cabinet in the kitchen.
Your cabinet slam. Small, sharp, frustrated.
Her heart drops. She caused that. She caused all of this.
“Y/n?” Her voice is cautious. Too cautious, even to her own ears.
She finds you standing at the counter, hands braced on either side of the sink, shoulders tense. You don’t turn when she walks in. You don’t even pretend.
Wanda swallows hard. She deserves that.
“You left,” she says quietly. “Before we finished talking.”
You let out a breath that sounds like you’re trying not to cry or yell or both. “Yeah. Because you weren’t listening.”
Wanda closes her eyes. That’s fair. That’s painfully fair.
She takes a slow step forward. “I was listening, dorogaya. I just--”
“--don’t trust yourself.” You cut her off with a tired laugh, shaking your head. “I know, Wanda. I know. It’s always the same thing. You’re scared you’ll hurt me. Or touch me wrong. Or lose control. Or--”
“Stop,” she whispers, the word cracking. “Please.”
You finally look at her.
And that alone almost brings her to her knees.
Because you’re not angry. You’re hurt.
Quietly, deeply, devastatingly hurt. And Wanda would rather be shot than be the reason for that expression on your face.
She takes another step toward you. You don’t back away, but you don’t soften, either.
“I laid rules down because I love you,” she says, voice low, steady only because she wills it to be. “Because I’ve lived my entire life being told my power destroys everything it touches. That I destroy everything I touch.”
Your jaw tightens. “Wanda, you don’t destroy me.”
She lets out a breath that sounds like surrender. “I’m terrified I will.”
Silence. Not angry -- just heavy.
You push your fingers through your hair, pacing once before facing her again.
“I don’t need you to be perfect,” you say quietly. “I don’t need you to be safe. I just need you to stop assuming the worst version of yourself is the only one I get to love.”
Wanda’s throat goes tight. Painfully tight.
Because she hears the truth in your voice -- the exhaustion from fighting to be close to someone who keeps putting distance where you’re trying to build a home.
She steps closer. Close enough that you can feel the heat radiating off her, the little static flickers of power under her skin.
She has spent years repressing that warmth around others--but around you, she wants to offer it.
“You shouldn’t have walked out,” she murmurs. “You shouldn’t leave in the middle of a fight. Not with me.”
You raise an eyebrow. “I wasn’t going to scream at you in your own house, Wanda.”
“I didn’t want a fight.” Her voice lowers. “I wanted you to stay. With me. Even if we were angry. Even if it was messy. I don’t… I don’t want distance with you.”
Your heartbeat stutters. Her eyes follow the movement in your chest like it matters more than anything else.
She exhales shakily. “I’ve never wanted someone the way I want you. And that should make me happy, but it terrifies me because wanting you means I have something to lose.”
You soften. Just barely.
“Wanda--”
“No,” she says quickly, stepping even closer until your bodies almost touch. “You need to hear this.”
Her hand lifts -- slowly -- and hovers near your cheek but doesn’t touch.
Not until you lean in the tiniest bit.
She cups your jaw with trembling fingers.
“I lay rules down because I am selfish,” she confesses. “Because if I ever hurt you, I wouldn’t survive it. I would rather chain my own powers, silence myself, cage every part of me that scares me—than risk losing you.”
Your lips part, breath catching.
Her thumb brushes your cheek in a feather-light stroke, and your eyes sting because god, she’s trying. She’s really trying.
“I love you,” she whispers, like she’s bleeding it out. “I love you so much it feels dangerous. And I don’t know how to do this without being afraid.”
You step forward until your forehead meets hers.
“Wanda,” you say softly, “loving someone doesn’t mean controlling all the ways they could get hurt. It means letting them stay anyway.”
She closes her eyes.
Her breathing steadies against your skin.
“I don’t want to lose you,” she murmurs, voice small in a way she never lets anyone hear.
“You’re not going to.”
She finally opens her eyes--bright, emotional, glassy but not broken.
“You left earlier,” she reminds you, voice cracking again.
You shake your head gently. “I walked out, Wanda. I didn’t leave you.”
Her lips part like she’s tasting that difference for the first time.
Then she whispers, “Come here,” and pulls you into her chest, arms wrapping around you with a desperate tenderness that isn’t rough or magical or frantic.
Just human.
Her face buries into your shoulder as she exhales a shaky breath against your neck. One of her hands slides into your hair; the other presses flat against your back like she’s trying to memorize the exact shape of you.
You melt. You forgive. You breathe again.
“You always think you’re too much,” you whisper into her hair. “But you’re not. You’re just scared. And that’s okay. But don’t shut me out when I’m the one person you’re safe with.”
She swallows hard, pulling back just enough to kiss your forehead with a slow, reverent heat that promises more but doesn’t rush.
“Don’t walk away from me again,” she whispers.
You smile, small and tired and full.
“Then fight with me,” you answer, “not against me.”
Wanda lets out a tiny laugh -- pained, relieved, unbelievably soft -- and kisses you again, this time on the corner of your mouth.
“You’re stubborn,” she murmurs.
“So are you.”
Her lips ghost over yours, barely there, asking for permission without words.
You give her a quiet nod.
And when Wanda finally kisses you -- carefully, hungrily, terrified and hopeful all at once -- everything in the room exhales with you.
It’s not fixed. It’s not perfect.
But it’s real. And it’s the kind of love she never thought she’d have.
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I can’t fucking wait until all the Wanda maximoff starts writing summer themes again. I’ve been cleaning pool’s lately and I just keep thinking about MILF!Wanda hiring a lesbian to clean her pool🫠🫠🫠 (which obviously leads to smut)
Natasha woke up in the middle of the night disoriented and thirsty. Like she needed cold, refreshing water or she'd die type of thirst.
So, as Natasha rose and stumbled around in the dark with only the moonlight as her guide toward her mini fridge, she realized a few things.
One. She was still naked.
Two. Wanda was gone, along with her dirty clothes and towel.
Three. Freezing cold water had never tasted so good. But it still came in second to what Natasha had earlier. (Wanda)
Natasha took a deep breath after chugging her water and walked back to her bed. Collapsing onto it as her body was exhausted from the previous day's events. Yet, Natasha still reached over and grabbed her phone.
1:13 am.
She squinted as her phone's brightness blinded her before her eyes adjusted and turned it down. Natasha went to an app on her phone and turned on her smart bulb so she didn't have to get up.
While Natasha's body was tired, her mind was now alive, and she knew she wouldn't be getting sleep soon. So she decided to check what notifications she had missed.
Several were from Wanda.
Wanda😊
im texting you as you're passed out next to me in bed and omg Natasha you look so cute.
im ngl i took so many pictures of you
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i would set an alarm for you for later but idk your password.
omg if you read this later just so you know I'm not asking for it i was just saying.
Promise!!! 🫶
okay i was kinda hoping you'd wake up by now but you seemed exhausted so im just going to let you sleep.
i have to get going dinner is soon and knowing my mother she'll want to do a whole thing because mr. quicksilver being back.
so if you're not awake when i come back to grab your laundry i just want you to know that these last couple of hours we spent together were fucking enchanting Natasha... i love how you made me feel... we can talk more later 😘
that was me kissing your forehead in case that wasn't clear
Pietro asked me where I went I said with you to the creek! just so you know
Natasha stared at the words on her screen and read them again and again. It wasn't a dream. She and Wanda had spent the later afternoon tangled in one another.
Natasha covered her mouth and shifted in her bed with a giddy smile. She hadn't felt this way in so long... but as her mind replayed Wanda's touches, hips, thighs, and whispered sighs. She came back to her PTSD attack, and her smile slowly disappeared.
It had been four months since Natasha's last one, which forced her to let out a tired sigh. She opened her notes app and went to a specific tab. Natasha wrote yesterday's date in between the lined rows.
The above dates traced back to five years ago.
Natasha exited the app, and before she could doom scroll anymore or get trapped inside her mind, her phone started to buzz.
It was Clint Barton calling her.
Natasha answered the phone at a rapid pace. It had been weeks since she last spoke to him. Days since she last tried contacting him. She missed her friend. "Clint!" She exclaimed as the call finally connected.
"Natasha?" He answered, sounding confused in turn, making Natasha confused. "Clint?" She said as her eyebrows furrowed. "Natasha!" Clint responded.
To the outside world, this must've been the dumbest way to start a conversation.
But this was just Natasha and Clint.
"Yeah! Hey!" Natasha answered. "Where the hell are you!?" She could loudly hear a helicopter behind Clint as he did his best to move away from the noise. "Hey! Sorry, I didn't get back to you sooner!" Clint yelled back before he was far enough away. "Couldn't talk while en route to base. Plus, my phone got destroyed."
Natasha lightly laughed. "Of course." If memory serves her, this would be his sixth phone since she'd known him. Clint smiled on the other side of the call. He, too, missed Natasha's voice. In actuality, he missed having his best friend on base, but long-distance calls would have to do. "So, am I allowed to know where you're at?" Natasha asked.
"Afraid not. It's a hot zone. Shouldn't even be making calls, honestly." Clint looked around even though he wouldn't get into significant trouble.
Just a normal amount.
Natasha hummed. She had been in his shoes before. "Speaking of... what are you doing up Natasha?" Clint intrigued. "You called me!" Natasha answered as she raised a hand in a "is he joking" manner.
Clint laughed. "Natasha, I was calling to leave you a voicemail. To let you know I'm alive, but I also know you and your voice when you've just been woken up." Natasha rolled her eyes. "So what's up!?" Clint asked.
"Honestly..." Natasha shifted in her bed. "Before you called, I just woke up from a nap." The call went quiet. "A nap?" Clint questioned. "You, Natasha Romanoff, took a nap?" Natasha sighed loudly. "Yes! I took a nap!" Clint started laughing, hard. "I've really heard it all." He started chuckling again. "How in the world did you manage to be that relaxed? Or exhausted?"
"A mix of it all." She replied, and Clint could sense there was more to it. "Did something happen?" A sigh slipped through her lips before swallowing. "Earlier today, I had a PTSD attack."
"Did anyone get hurt?" Clint asked before letting an air of relief escape once Natasha said no. "Are you okay?" He then asked. Natasha nodded. "I'm okay."
Clint smiled slightly on the other end. "That's good. If you want to talk about it, we can."
Of course, Natasha knew this but didn't want to rehash anything right now. "Maybe some other time." Clint was sure that was going to be the response. He and Natasha were similar in that way. "Did you make a note of it?" Clint asked. Natasha lifted her eyes and found her military bag. Inside was a journal she used to write all her thoughts, experiences, and trauma in regard to her time in the military and post it—a method suggestion to her by Dr. Helen Cho.
Natasha sighed. She hadn't opened the journal in a long time. But Clint knew that. He just thought that bringing it up would be a friendly reminder for Natasha. "I didn't," Natasha said with her voice low. Clint hummed. "Give it a shot, Nat," Clint replied, making the redhead nod down the phone.
Clint cleared his throat. "Well, I guess I have to ask you about the rest of your life." He laughed. "What's been going on?"
Natasha bit her bottom lip and smiled. "Clint, a lot has happened since we last spoke."
_
"Wait, so let me get this straight you let your ass get kicked?" Natasha was done with this man. "No, I didn't. I let her win, and besides-"
"Natasha, I've seen you take down men twice your size."
"Barton!" Natasha wanted to move on to the vital part of this ongoing call! "I could've won, okay. Yes, I didn't! Can you please talk to me about anything else?"
Clint hummed before slowly nodding his head.
"Be honest with me, Nat." He said, treading slowly. Natasha nodded back into the phone. "Okay."
"You're head over heels for Wanda, aren't you." Natasha smiled, and Clint could hear it. "She's got you, Nat, doesn't she?"
Natasha laughed through her nose. "You have no idea. It's embarrassing, actually." Natasha, now dressed in an old shirt of Wanda's, said as she laid out on her bed gossiping. Clint laughed at that before clearing his throat. "I'm happy for you, Romanoff. You deserve it."
A watery smile grew on Natasha's bruised face. "Thanks, Clint."
"Hey, maybe you and she could visit Laura and the kids soon. She'll be needing help around the house." Natasha thought about it a little. It would be nice."I could talk to her about it sometime,"Natasha said vaguely, not to set a date into stone.
Clint understood. "Think about it. We're always here." Natasha rolled over on the bed before her phone vibrated in her hand, making her pull it away from her ear.
It was a text from Wanda: hey, your light is on. Are you okay??
"Natasha?" The redhead heard Clint's voice over the phone before she lifted it back to her ear."Yes! Sorry, Wanda texted me." She slapped her head. Natasha didn't need to overshare, but of course, she was doing it.
"Oh, okay, well, then I'll let you go," Clint said with some humor, making Natasha groan."You know it's not like that."She said. "I know," Clint said back. "I should be going anyway. Call Laura and the kids. I'll talk to you soon, Nat."
"I will. Be safe, Clint." Natasha said as she smiled down the phone before it went quiet—the words from Wanda reappearing in front of her. Natasha decided to get up from her bed and look out her window.
She saw Wanda's light on, but no Wanda.
"Yeah, I woke up a little bit ago, and then Clint called me, so I was just talking to him." Natasha wrote to Wanda.
She looked back up towards the window and saw a figure walk past the lacy curtains. Natasha couldn't help but let a smile grow.
Her phone buzzed: "Clint??" Natasha laughed hard at that, realizing she had not spoken to Wanda about who Clint was.
"My best friend from the military. Nothing to stress about. He's married and has kids."
Natasha waited for Wanda to read her message as she stood by her window, looking at the shadow walking back and forth in her room.
"so I'm not your best friend?? 🥺"
Natasha shook her head with laughter at Wanda's words. "We do more than what friends do." Natasha typed back and saw the figure move her lacy curtains open with a smirk.
Wanda waved, and Natasha waved back.
They were cute and stunned at the beauty of the other person. Wanda blinked and looked down at her phone. Natasha waited.
"...truee so then what does that make us?"
Natasha looked back towards Wanda only to see the brunette missing. Natasha lightly cursed as she wasn't sure what to say. She was fairly certain she knew what she and Wanda wanted, but what if she was wrong?
Natasha didn't want to make the sole decision.
"What do you want it to be?" Natasha typed and waited for her message to change from delivered to read, but it didn't.
Instead, a knock came to her door, scaring the shit out of her.
She flung it open and was glad it was who she thought. "Wanda!" Natasha grabbed the girl's arm and pulled her inside. Leaving the night sky outside as the door closed.
"I want it to be what you want!" Wanda cut off whatever Natasha was going to say as she found herself rocking back and forth on her feet. Natasha looked towards Wanda and placed her hands on Wanda's covered hips. "And if I say I want us to take it slow?"
Wanda ripped her eyes from Natasha's lips to the greens off her eyes. "Then it'll be slow." Natasha kept her reaction to a minimum. "Exclusive but no labels yet...?" Natasha asked gently of Wanda.
Wanda nodded and spoke confidently. "I don't want you seeing anyone else." She laughed through her nose. Natasha smiled and couldn't help it when she pressed her body and lips against Wanda.
"Me too," Natasha said as she breathed. "Besides..." Wanda began to tease. "Kinda got to take me on a few dates before labels can be thrown around." Natasha raised an eyebrow. "Is that right?" She tilted her head and slowly backed Wanda to the bed as the younger woman smiled with glee and nodded.
"Let's do something Wednesday night? I'll plan it." Natasha declared to Wanda as she pushed her onto the bed.
Wanda loved it, but why did she have to wait days for the date?
"Why then?" She asked just as Natasha hovered over her body. Natasha smiled. She was smooth and knew it. "Because if I'm going to show you off, my face needs to be more healed than it is now, Detka." Wanda mulled at the pet name and lifted her head up to kiss Natasha deeply.
Natasha melted before Wanda pulled herself away. "It's a date."
"It's a date," Natasha repeated. Before she knew it, Wanda played coy and slid out from under her. "I'll see you in the morning, Natasha." Natasha didn't want her to go, but it's not like Wanda could stay without everyone knowing. But as she opened the door to leave, Wanda glanced towards the window facing her room.
"Keep the curtains open. I'll do the same."
Natasha looked from her window to Wanda and back. "Okay." She nodded along. Wanda grew warm in her cheeks. "Night, Natasha."
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"Delivery!" someone shouted at the door. You furrowed your eyebrows. Who ordered food?
"Babe!" you called out. "Did you order food?"
"No!" Wanda shouted back, still enjoying her shower.
"Who the hell is this?" you whispered to yourself. You opened the door and plastered a smile on your face. "Hello," you awkwardly said.
Receiving deliveries wasn't your thing. It was Wanda's. So you never knew what to say.
"Delivery from an anonymous person," the delivery man said. You furrowed your eyebrows more. "Anonymous?"
The man nodded. He gave the flowers to you and wrote something in his notes and left you with a typical ‘Have a nice day’.
"Who was it?" Wanda sneaks behind you. "Jeez!" you jumped. "Don't scare me like that!" you scowled.
Wanda chuckled. "Sorry," she feigns.
Your scowl turned to a cheeky smile.
"What?" Wanda asked confused. "Why are you smiling like that?"
"Anonymous delivery?" you showed her the flower she ordered. "Thank you" you shyly said, swaying like a kid.
Wanda furrowed her eyebrows, "I did not order that" she deadpanned.
"Oh please," you rolled your eyes. "Cut the act." you examined the flower and noticed a small letter. "A letter too huh?" you smirked at Wanda. "Very romantic." you chuckled.
Wanda curiously looked at the letter, "That's not my handwriting," she coldly said.
A flower for the most beautiful girl in the world. Get ready tonight ;)
-S.T.
"S.T? Who's that? Super Tits?" you mocked looking at your girlfriend.
"I did not get that for you" she deadpanned.
You furrowed your eyebrows, "Then who gave this to me?"
"I don't know" she shrugged. "Maybe your mistress"
You whipped your head to the brunette, "My what now?"
"Guessing I'm always gone for missions you decided to do some extracurricular activities." she coldly gaze at you.
"You don't seriously think I have a mistress" you scoffed.
"THEN WHO'S THAT FROM?" she shouted.
"I DON'T KNOW!" you shouted back. "I thought it was from you. Why would I even say thank you to you if I know it's from someone else?"
"I don't know" she shrugged. "For a cover up"
"It's not from my mistress and I don't have one," you annoyingly said. "I can't believe you're blaming me for having one" you sighed.
"Tell that to the flower" she slammed the door on her way out.
"Wand-" you cut yourself off. "But I don't know who gave this to me" you exasperatedly sighed.
After a few minutes of pondering, someone knocked at your door again.
"I swear if this is another-"
"Did someone deliver a flower here?" Tony asked. You angrily gazed at Tony. "What? What did I do?"
"Is this yours?" you said holding the flower out.
"Yes." he snatched the flower from you. "It was supposed to be delivered at Pepper's office," he said while straightening the bouquet.
"We had a full-blown argument because of this" you panicked. "and you're telling me it's from you."
"Ugh why did they put S.T. instead of T.S." he grumbled.
"YOU!" you paused. "WILL HELP ME FIND WANDA"
You dragged confused Tony out of the compound.
---
You've been driving around the area. Even examined all the crevices of the compound but no Wanda was found.
You hated fighting and you hated when you can't find Wanda anywhere without even a text or a call back from her.
"Tony" you hiccuped. "What's the use of your advanced technology? You cant find Wanda" you sobbed.
You've been wailing and panicking in the back of the car for the past few hours because you cant find Wanda anywhere.
"I'm sorry, I'm trying. Wanda has powers you know." Tony tried to comfort you but it made you sob more.
"I want Wanda" you wailed. You lay down on the seats and rested in a fetal position.
Tony didn't know what to do and decided to spam Wanda with calls. And after the 15th try, she finally picked up.
"FINALLY!" He exclaimed. "Your wife has been ugly sobbing for the past hour. Where the fuck are you?" he grumbled.
"I'm just at the back of the compound." Wanda sighed. "Is she okay?"
"Yes, aside from the fact that she been ranting at me for making you mad about the flower which by the way was mine." Tony pointed out.
"It was yours?" now Wanda felt bad.
"Yes! Now drop your dramatic act and quit messing with my advanced technology." Tony rolled his eyes.
"Where's Y/n?" Wanda asked.
"At the back of the car and-" Tony looked at you finding you sleeping with worried eyebrows. "She's sleeping"
"Keep it that way" Wanda said.
"Sure as hell don't wanna hear her sob again" Tony deadpanned.
----
"Get in." Tony ushered Wanda.
Wanda hurriedly opened the back seat and found you sleeping with tear tracks on your cheeks, puffy eyes, and a small pout. She slowly lifted your head supporting your neck and shoulders and laid your head on her lap.
She ran her hand through your hair and smiled when you moved and curled up on her tummy.
"So now you're being sweet?" Tony rolled his eyes.
Wanda throw a gaze at the man and all Tony did was ignore it. "You have mind-reading powers and you didn't believe y/n when she said it's not from a 'mistress'."
---
Wanda felt bad for making you cry and worry. Accusing you of something that you didn't even do made her feel bad that she bought flowers and chocolates while you were sleeping.
"Baby," she whispered. "Wake up"
"Are you holding flowers and chocolates?" you questioned with eyes shut.
"Eh no?" she murmured.
"I want cuddles not flowers" you urged. "And I want to sleep"
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Since you’re asking…Wandanat x reader where reader faints because she forgot to eat and Wanda and Natasha find her when they returne home from a mission and they get super worried and a lot of cuddles, love, overprotection.
Thank you so much <3
A/N: thanks for the request <3 I hope you like it!
Word count: 1177
Warnings: panic attack, gn reader, otherwise fluffy
You finally closed your laptop after hours of non stop working. You had started early in the moring and it was now lunch time. All you remebered was kissing your girlfriends goodbye and then letting your work consume you, in order to not spend every minute worrying about the two. It was only a small mission and they were bound to be back by the end of the night, however that did not stop your brain from going over every single way the mission could go sideways. So it was hyperfixate on work or worrying yourself sick with fear that Wanda or Nat might be hurt, at this very moment. Understandably you chose the former.
You took a quick trip to the bathroom, before collapsing on the bed again. Your head felt fussy and a headache was coming on. You thought you better get some water, but within mere seconds sleep took you.
When you woke up it was already 6pm, you had slept for a good six hours and yet when you opened your eyes you only felt drowsy and disoriented. You chalked it up to the off sleep schedule, but as you started to rise you only felt worse. Once on your feet the room spun and you had to sit back down. You weren’t unused to dizzy spells, but before you had the chance to realise this wasn’t normal, your eyes went dark and you fell to the floor.
“Dekta! Are you okay?” Natashas panicked voice was the first thing you heard, before opening your eyes. You looked around in confusion. The two girls watched over you with horriified expressions, but let out a sigh of relief as you regained consiousness. You groaned as you started to sit up
“Careful.” Wanda watched your every move, arms out around you.
“How long was I out?” Wanda held on to you as she helped you onto the bed.
“No clue sweetheart, we found you like this when we got home.” You looked over to the clock, now rembembering the moment you passed out. It must have been mere minutes, your girlfriends timing it just right. You looked down, feeling bad that they had to find you like that.
“Y/N, when was the last time you ate?” You contemplated. You hadn’t. It hadn’t been intentional, but not entirely unintenional either. Though skipping one meal was one thing, all though acidental, not eating or drinking water all day was no good. They knew you had a tendency to skip meals,sometimes on purpose and sometimes out of forgetfulness.
“I- umm..” You look away trying to avoid looking them in the eye. You were incapable to them. However telling the truth seemed harder, you didn’t want them to worry, nor were you particularly excited to see the disappointment on their faces. Natasha sighed, your silence confirmed their suspicion.
“You haven’t eaten at all, have you?” Wanda spoke, placing her hand on your knee, squeezing slightly.
“I’m sorry.” Tears started rolling down your cheeks. Why did you always do this kind of stuff. It seemed like they always had to babysit you, and the guilt was slowly creeping up on you. They deserve better. With that thought you let out a sob, as that familiar tightness made it’s way from your chest and wrapped around your throat.
“Hey, no. You don’t need to be sorry. It’s not your fault.” Wanda pulled you close to her squeezing you in a tight hug.
“These things happen dekta, but we’ll figure it out, okay.” You wanted to respond to Nat, but your voice was gone and you were struggling to breathe.
“Y/N, deep breaths baby. Slowly.” Natasha placed her hand on your chest helping you slow down.
“You’re okay. We’re here and we’re not going anywhere.” Wanda’s voice is calm and soothing, as she strokes you back.
“Dekta, you are not a burden to us. We are here because we want to be. We love you and we will help you figure out how to make sure these things don’t happen.” You nod, giving her a weak smile.
“Sometimes the whole mind reader girlfriend thing is really helpful.” You joke wanting to lighten the mood.
“Mmm a real pain in the ass when trying to plan a surprise though.” Natasha chuckles. Earning a slight shove from Wanda.
“Alright, it is not my fault Y/N’s thoughts are so loud, they really can’t keep a secret.” She looks over to you lovingly, giving you a wink.
“I get excited about suprises.” You say, smiling now as you wipe the tears off your face.
“That’s one of the many things I like about you.” Nat smiles, making your chest all warm.
“Are you feeling better now?” Wanda asks as she runs her hands through your hair and you nod snuggling up to her.
“Much better.”
“Okay why don’t you and Natasha get comfortble on the bed and I’ll go get us all some food.” Wanda smirked looking down at you, realising you weren’t really ready let her leave. You pouted as she got up, but before you could complain Natasha threw herself on you, pushing you down on the bed.
“Hey!” You faked offence, but started to giggle as she held you tight, peppering kisses all over your face.
“I’ve missed you, and I need my daily Y/N cuddles you know.” She gave you a smirk.
“Oh I’m sorry how rude of me.” You climbed up the bed getting comfortble as she settled in your arms. You laid there in silence for a bit just enjoying the warmth.
“Dekta.” Nat was the first to speak again. You just hummed in response keeping your eyes closed. “Please promise me to be more careful in the future, I can’t loose you and neither can Wanda.” You hear the hurt in her voice as she says those words, and it’s painful, but you understand why she says it.
You look up at her pushing back the tears before placing a hand on her cheek.
“I promise.” You say and she nods, kissing the palm of your hand.
“Alright, I have returned with food.” Wanda walked in with a smile on her face. She proceeds to spread out a variety of snacks as well as leftovers from last nights dinner, on the bed.
“Wow.” You smile at all the food, while making room for Wanda to settle next to you. She’s quick to hand you the bowl of leftovers and you dig in right away.
“Thank you baby.” You say through a mouthful, making Wanda laugh.
“What should we watch?”
“Oh can I pick, please?” Wanda pouts.
“Anything you want, my love.” Nat and you share a smile as you watch Wanda excitedly hurry off to get the dvd. She’s quick back to pop in the dvd and get back in bed.
“I finished my food.” You Smiled at Wanda as she cuddled into your side.
“Good job, dekta.” She kissed your cheek.
“I love you both.”
Natasha kisses your temple.“We love you too dekta.”
I ran the stairs down, and me being a clumsy one I fell down. I tried to walk properly, but to be honest it wasn’t easy. Wanda and Nat were already in the car waiting for me.
Wanda: OMG! Are you okay, what did you do?
Y/n: I’m good just fell down the stairs and hit my knee oops
15mins later:
Me, Nat and Wanda are sitting in a car, Nat on the driver seat, i’m next to her and Wanda sits behind my chair.
Suddenly Nat puts her hand on my thing and asks:
Natasha: Are you sure your knee is fine?
I blush hard. I’ve had the BIGGEST crush on the one and only Natasha Romanoff for sooooo long.
Y/n: I-, umh yeah, yeah it’s fine
I turned my face away cause i look like a tomato right now.
Wanda: Nat you know she has a crush on you?
Nat: huh? y/n? You have a crush on me, yeah?
Y/n: Wha- No, no I do not.
Wanda: Yes she does!!! She can’t even look at you because she’s blushing so hard!
Natasha stops the car and turns my face so she can see it.
Natasha: awwww! Why didn’t you tell me?!
Y/n: Because! There is nothing to tell!!
Wanda has had enough of my shyness and decides to help me with that.
I’m tied to the seat with the seat belt and suddenly I feel two hands on my sides.
Y/n: WANDA NO!
Wanda: Wanda YES!
Natasha: Wanda what?
Wanda: You know y/n here is the most ticklish person ever?
Natasha: Is that so?
Y/n: NO!
At the same time I try to protest both redheads start their attack.
Y/n: NOHOHOOOO HAHAHHAHHAHAA!!!!
Natasha: Still not ticklish?
Y/n: NOHOHOO IIHIHIIHMMHMHM NOHOOHOOTHTH!!
Natasha squeezing my thighs and Wanda squeezing my ribs.
Wanda: Y/n has anyone ever told you that lying is wrong and it has consequences?
I can’t form any words. Being tickled by my all time bestfriend who I looked up to (wanda) and my biggest crush ever (natasha) talking wasn’t really possible.
Natasha: This is the cutest ever omg! I’m just wondering if there is a place more ticklish in y/n?
Wanda smirks and locks my hands behind the headrest. My eyes widen when Natashas fingers dig in to my armpits. I try to squirm my way out, but having the seatbelt on and someoen holding my hands behind the headrest it’s not really easy so instead I start to giggle and blush hard.
Y/n: NOHOHOO YHHHOOHOOUHUHUU BIHIHITHHCHCHHH!!
Natasha: Oh you’re gonna pay for that
Wanda ties my hands with her magic and starts to tickle my armpits by herself, Natasha on the other hand squeezing my thighs which happens to be my worst spot
