Pairing: Wanda/Reader
Summary: Your relationship with Wanda is progressing and she wants you to meet her kids
Warnings: None
Word Count: 662
A/N: This is a request from @xxxtwilightaxelxxx I did just realize that I didn’t actually use the dialog prompt the request came with but the concept is there so I hope you enjoy it anyway!!
You always told yourself that dating someone with kids was off the table. You weren’t someone who particularly liked kids, and you definitely wouldn’t say you were good with kids but when you met Wanda you immediately knew she’d be the exception. You fell head over heels for her almost instantly when you met her.
You were so much in love with her that you were standing in the toy aisles of Target trying to decide what would be something that would get two boys to not hate you immediately. You know how much her kids meant to Wanda and if they told her you had to go, you would be gone before you had time to blink.
You had found two small lego sets, remembering Wanda saying they had recently been really getting into them. While you had considered getting them one of the giant sets, you didn’t want to make it look like you were trying too hard, so instead you picked two different small Star Wars ship sets figuring those would go over well while not being too over the top.
You were sitting in your car trying to talk yourself up to going to the front door. You knew it was a little ridiculous to be this nervous about meeting someone’s kids but you just really wanted this night to go over well. You felt like you were a teenager again having to meet someone's mom and the panic that came along with that. You finally decided you had to go in when you noticed one of the boys peeking at you through the blinds.
Before you could even knock, he was ripping open the door. “Do you always sit in your car for 10 minutes before coming into someone’s house?” He asked you with a laugh.
“Sometimes, I tend to drive too fast and am always too early” You chuckle awkwardly, looking past him to see if you could spot Wanda.
“Dear, it’s not nice to tease our guest” Wanda scolded her son, turning to you she smiled. “I think it’s cute that you do that.”
“Thanks,”
“This is Billy,” Wanda gestured to the boy who had just been making fun of you. “Tommy!”
Suddenly the other twin appeared beside her, sliding on the hardwood floor in his socks.
“It’s nice to meet you both,” You smiled at them both.
“What’s in the Target bag?” Tommy asked
“Oh! Well I was doing a little shopping for myself and I saw these two lego sets and I thought you two might like them, so I picked them up!” You quickly started to pull them out of the bag to show them what you had picked out. The boys both cheered immediately in excitement, each rushing to grab one out of your hands. You were relieved that they didn’t immediately start fighting over who got which ones.
“You really didn’t have to get them anything,” Wanda said softly, a loving look in her eyes and her gaze shifted from you to the boys.
“Now boys, what do you say?”
“Thank you!” They both chimed in unison. You chucked at that.
“You’re very welcome.” You smiled, “Oh and don’t think I didn’t get anything for you,” You turned to Wanda and pulled out a bottle of wine.
“Oh wow, you know how to be a good house guest don’t you.” She smiled, taking the bottle from you and leading you to the kitchen.
“Well I want to make sure you keep me around.” You joked.
“Oh I have a feeling we won’t be getting rid of you any time soon,” Wanda smiled before pouring you both a glass of wine. You headed back into the living room to help the boys with their new lego sets that they were both already working on getting put together.
Your night was full of laughter, and while kids were always your thing, you could absolutely see this family growing on you very quickly.
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You feel someone shake your leg and look up to see your girlfriend nodding towards the substitute teacher.
“Nice of you to join us, y/n. I see you’re off in your own world today,” the sub says and you wince.
“I apologize ma’am. It won’t happen again,” you say quietly and the teacher turns back to the board. You force yourself to pay attention, taking Wanda’s hand from your leg and absentmindedly playing with her fingers. You tap rhythms out in her hand as the teacher drones on about World War One. You weren’t even supposed to be learning about that, which doesn’t make focusing easier.
“You don’t need to be holding your friends hand to get through class, do you?” The teacher calls you out again and you frown, pulling your hand away from Wanda’s and staying silent for the rest of the period.
“What the hell was that?” Wanda growls as the two of you walk into the hall, “don't the teachers know about your ADHD?”
“Sometimes subs don’t read the papers about it,” you say with a shrug, leaning into her as she puts her arm around you. “It’s not that big of a deal. I just have to try harder.”
Wanda grits her teeth but stays silent, letting you have some space to process what happened.
xxxxx
“Babe?” Wanda’s calm voice pulls your attention away from the agents training on the lawn and your gaze moves from the window to her face.
“Yeah?” You ask and she smiles.
“We’re supposed to be doing our history worksheet,” she reminds you and you nod.
“Sorry,” you mumble, eyes locking on your textbook to avoid hers. Wanda isn’t having that and gently grasps your chin, pulling your face to her.
“You don’t have to be sorry. I know it’s boring. Just 10 more minutes and then we can take a break, okay?” You nod again and begin searching the book for the answers. You’re tapping your pen and you catch Wanda glancing at it. You quickly stop and she speaks up before you can apologize, “it’s alright. I was just trying to figure out what the noise was, it doesn’t bother me.”
You smile at her understanding and the two of you continue your homework in near silence, your quiet fidgeting the only noise in the room.
xxxxx
“Y/n, what are you doing?” Wanda asks and you look up from where you’re pulling books off of Tony’s bookshelf.
“Hey babe! I’m finding a book for the English report,” you tell her and her brow furrows for a moment as she tries to recall what you’re talking about.
“The final book report? Love, that isn’t due until May, it’s only October. It’s the final exam, we don’t have to worry about that yet,” she says and you shrug.
“I thought of it now and I figured I’d start working on it early,” she laughs fondly at your explanation as she sits next to you on the floor.
“You were supposed to be working on your college applications. How did you even get here?” your girlfriend's inquiry holds no malice, and you let yourself laugh a bit at your own distraction.
“Well I was working on the application and it mentioned that I needed to write an essay for part of it. That made me think about the history essay I wrote last year about those vineyards. The ones in France, remember? That made me want grapes so I wandered into the kitchen to see if we had any, we didn’t by the way. Steve and Bucky we’re talking about some baseball game they went to forever ago and I thought about playing catch. That made me think of catcher in the rye and I thought it’d be a good book for the report so I came to see if Tony had a copy,” you explain and Wanda shakes her head, pressing a kiss to your hair before standing. She reaches a hand down to help you up before talking.
“That’s a pretty interesting train of thought, and I agree that it’ll be a good book for the report. For now let’s focus on the application though, okay?” She suggests and you nod.
“I’m sorry,” you say and she sighs.
“My love, I’m not upset. I know that you have a harder time focusing. I don’t have ADHD but I’m sure it’s a hassle. I’m not judging you and I’m so proud of how hard you work to keep up. You’re doing so well, and you don’t need to apologize for how you work. Just go at your own pace and everything will be okay. And I promise I’ll always be here to help you stay on track.” You wrap your arms around her waist and bury your face in her shoulder. She holds you close as you take in her words, letting the gratitude flood through you.
“Thank you,” you whisper, and you know what her next words will be before she can speak them. You don’t have to thank me. But you do nonetheless. You know your attention span can be annoying at times and she’s never been anything but supportive, and for that you’ll be forever grateful.
Day 18 of @thefanficfaerie’s Season of Love Challenge
Prompt: Kiss
Word Count: 107
The question wasn’t why you did it.
Her head leaned onto your shoulder, staring at the menu options on your phone screen. Her scent, something floral, sweet, filled your senses. Your mouth watered and your palms began to sweat.
She hummed, reaching over, to scroll through the options.
The question wasn’t even how it happened.
Her mouth opened under yours, a staggered sigh escaped that set your blood to boil.
Fingers dragged along the skin of your neck, pulling you in, dragging you deeper.
Both of you panting, feverish messes on the couch.
The question was why it took you so damn long to finally kiss her.
Request: Do you think maybe I could get like a hecking gay Wanda maximoff x reader where the reader like highkey hates themselves. Maybe an eating disorder if it’s not triggering?
Warnings: Triggers, eating disorders, mentions of malnutrition
Word count: 592
Growing up in a house full of people that didn’t want you had never been easy. And when that wasn’t bad enough it would be the words at school.
It wouldn’t be uncommon to hear a disgusting slang come out of someone’s mouth and aimed at you. Or a degrading word.
You had been convinced by so many people that no one wanted you around. You were hated for who you were.
That was hardly fair.
But the more you listened to them, the more you believed them to be true.
Even after years of that tormented period in your life, it was still affecting you. It wasn’t just something you could get over in a night.
But now there was Wanda.
Wanda Maximoff. That incredibly sweet Sokovian with a heart of gold.
Your girlfriend.
You appreciated her so much, and honestly didn’t know what you had done to deserve such a woman.
She grounded you. She helped you when you couldn’t help yourself.
Wanda had always done this. For as long as you had known her, she always made sure you were okay. Which most of the time, you weren’t.
This was one of those times.
You had gone to the convenience store just next door to grab some milk and the rude lady behind the counter had insulted you. It brought everything rushing back.
Suddenly you were that kid again, you were curling in on yourself, trying to be invisible.
Wanda could always notice, for when you felt this way you always went to sleep without dinner and wouldn’t eat for days at a time. That’s what you had been used to for so long, not eating because you family refused to serve you and attend to your needs.
You knew they couldn’t affect you anymore- you knew.
But you couldn’t help but feel like you no longer deserved that privilege that only certain family members of yours would have. Eating.
Wanda would never say anything about it. She understands some things couldn’t be fixed by words, only actions.
For encouragement can be meaningless, whereas an active assistance is always there.
So it would be these times, she would start humming away to some tune over the radio while pulling ingredients out of their hiding places.
You would always stand at a window, looking out at the world that could be oh so cruel. It was like a constant reminder of every time you were bullied. For your hair, your clothes, your face, the way you smelled and your name. There was always something different.
And as that despair set in even deeper, you would look at your reflection in the glass and wonder if they were right.
But then Wanda would call you out of your thoughts, wrap you in the fluffiest of blankets and bring you to the table so you could try a Sokovian dish. She would gush about the times with her brother, all the lovely ones- that she liked to remember.
She would talk about friends and maybe getting pets in the future.
Then she would talk about how excited she was as if her whole life was a complete adventure- she told it as if it was some sort of fairy tale made only for the two of you. Every sentence was filled with how much she loved her situation. And every single sentence had your name in it.
it’s also at these moments that you realize, they were wrong. You would be loved, and Wanda would be the one to give you that.
Wowie I got another request I’m really happy oof. I’ve even been in quite a marvel mood recently as well, so getting marvel requests is just a bonus.
Also. I’m really sorry if this wasn’t exactly what you were going for but you said ‘gay Wanda’ and I thought “okay so female reader” but the request referred to the reader using no gender defining terms so I was a bit confused. Gay can also mean happy, so that’s another thing.
But I just tried to fit it for both without specifying a gender, I try to stay as gender neutral as possible unless directly told otherwise. Even then, I might make one version for the specified gender and a variation where it’s non specified if that’s something I feel I should do.
I don’t want anyone to feel left out because of gender, because that’s in no ways how I want someone to think.
These writing experiences are really interesting and I really appreciate having the opportunity for that so please by all means, keep the requests coming.
Natasha Romanoff x Daughter!Reader / Wanda Maximoff x Reader
Word Count: 1063
Requested by: Multiple anons
A few weeks of recovery and one very awkward conversation with Wanda later you’re back on your feet. You never did go down to talk to the man who drugged you. Your mom raised you to be strong, but that was not something that you needed to do. He was formally arressted and charged with attempted murder, you’d leave it at that. You had moved on as best you could, you don’t have much to worry about with how overprotective your family is being now. Nothing is getting close enough to touch you with a ten foot pole.
“How are you feeling today, kiddo?” Steve asks as you walk into the kitchen for breakfast.
“I’m doing good, how about you?” you ask with a smile, grabbing some food and sitting at the table across from him.
“Are you sure? Not feeling sick?” Tony asks and you sigh.
“Guys, it’s been weeks. I know the whole thing freaked you all out but I’m doing fine, I promise I’ll be careful tonight,” you say and your mom shakes her head.
“No way. You are not going to that gala,” she says firmly and your jaw drops.
“Wha- Mom! I’m fine!” You argue but she doesn’t budge.
“What’s going on?” Wanda asks as she wanders into the kitchen.
“Wanda, help me! Tell them I can go tonight,” you plead but she shakes her head as well.
“Y/n, maybe you should hang out here tonight, just to be safe,” she suggests tentatively as she sits next to you, “I could stay with you.”
“No way!” two voices call in unison and you look to the source of the outburst while discreetly taking Wanda’s hand under the table.
“Why not? You were all very adamant about me not going like thirty seconds ago,” you look between your mom and Tony.
“It’s an Avengers gala. She’s an Avenger, she has to be there,” Tony says and you roll your eyes.
“Y/n’s an Avenger too. She just doesn’t do public missions,” Wanda argues before you can. The world has known of you for most of your life and most people still think of you as a weak little kid. The team uses that to their advantage on missions, so they let the public think you’re just Nat’s daughter, nothing more.
“Yeah but our donors don’t know that so she doesn’t need to be there,” Tony says and you ignore the comment.
“Okay, whatever. Mom, why don’t you want Wanda to miss the gala?” you ask your mom, who stares at you silently for a second.
“Do you really need to ask why I don’t want you staying home alone with your girlfriend?” she asks with a raised eyebrow and you balk at her.
“How- who said- what?” you stutter out.
“How do I know she’s your girlfriend? I’m a spy, y/n. It’s my job to notice these things,” she says and you avoid eye contact.
“Plus you announced in front of the entire team that you had a crush on her,” Cint says and you glare, crossing your arms.
“Shut up. I literally died. Like three times! I was allowed to say stupid things,” you grumble and Wanda laughs, gently pulling apart your crossed arms and taking your hand back.
“It worked out pretty well for us though,” she tells you, pulling a smile from your face, before she turns to your mom. “I promise nothing is gonna happen, Nat. We’ll just watch movies and hang out, you can have Jarvis keep an eye on us if it makes you feel better.”
“Please mom? If you’re gonna make me stay home please don’t make me do it alone,” you beg and she sighs.
“Alright, but I’m trusting you two.”
xxxxx
“What do you wanna watch?” Wanda asks as she sits next to you.
“I don’t really care,” you say, scooting closer to Wanda and leaning into her side. “You can choose.”
“Alright,” she says with a laugh. She puts on a random movie and pulls you closer to her.
“How are you enjoying your gala skip day?” you ask Wanda as the first movie ends and she smiles down at you.
“I’d say it's one of the best nights I’ve ever had. I’m definitely having more fun here than I would’ve had at the gala,” she tells you and you grin back up at her. You lean up and tentatively press your lips to hers. You pull back after a second and look at Wanda, a bit nervous. She just smiles and gently pulls you back towards her. After a few minutes she nudges your shoulder gently. You take the hint and lay back, pulling her with you. The next thing you know, you hear someone clearing your throat and the two of you jump apart.
“Hi kids,” Tony says with a smirk and you wince at your mom’s unreadable expression.
“Am I in trouble?” you ask your mom.
“Take a guess,” she says with her hand on her hips.
“No?” you hear Steve trying to stifle a laugh as your mom raises an eyebrow.
“Guess again.”
“Mom, it’s not that big of a deal!” you argue.
“You were hooking up on the couch. Kind of seems like a big deal,” Clint says and you groan.
“I’m 17! What do you expect? And we were both fully clothed, that is not hooking up!” you glance over to Wanda for help but she looks terrified so you turn to Steve who sighs.
“She’s got a point Nat. She’s not a little kid anymore,” Steve says and your mom’s glare turns to him. They lock into a staring match and the room falls silent.
“Fine,” your mom says before turning back to you and Wanda. “But if I walk in on your girlfriend on top of you again-”
“You won’t,” Wanda squeaks and you nod vigorously. Your mom's glare drops and she chuckles a bit.
“Good,” she says before walking out. All the boys immediately burst out laughing as soon as she leaves the room.
“Good going kids,” Tony says through his laughter, patting you on the shoulder as they walk out.
“That was terrifying,” Wanda mumbles and you nod.
“Note to self, only make out with your girlfriend behind closed doors,” you say, looking over to her. The two of you hold eye contact for a second before you both burst out laughing.
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Requested by anon: Love your writing! Going to the beach with Wanda and (either her or reader) getting sunburn (?)
“Babe, come on! I wanna go swim!” you beg as you look out towards the water, pulling on Wanda’s arm as she lays your towels out on the sand.
“Calm down, you’re like a five year old,” she teases lightly as she finishes setting everything down, “okay, I’m ready now.”
You grin at her and lead her towards the ocean, noticing that she can’t hide her smile, no matter how hard she tries. It’s the first time in weeks that your days off have lined up and you’re beyond excited to spend the day with your girlfriend. Being an Avenger doesn’t award her a lot of freetime, and you can understand that. She has a demanding job, and it makes you cherish your time together that much more. The second you reach the water you flinch at the temperature, but Wanda just keeps walking in.
“How are you not cold?” you call after her, wading in as slowly as possible.
“I’m from Sokovia. It’s in my blood,” she responds with a laugh, already waist deep in the water. She reaches her arms out towards you, beckoning for you to join her, “come on babe! It’s really not that bad.”
You grumble under your breath but walk out to her, ignoring the goosebumps rising on your legs and begging your body to get used to the cold. After a while you do get used to it and you lose track of how long the two of you spend splashing around in the water. It’s well past noon when the two of you finally get out to eat the lunch Wanda packed.
“Should we head out soon? You’re getting a little red,” Wanda asks but you shake your head.
“No way! I’m having way too much fun to leave now. I don’t burn that easily,” you promise her.
“If you’re sure…” She looks skeptical but you just send her a grin.
xxxxx
“What was that about not burning easily?” Wanda teases you and you groan.
“Wanda, it's not funny. This hurts,” you say with a pout. You're lying on your stomach in the middle of your bed. You’re still in your swimsuit top but you don’t have to worry about the chill of the air conditioning. The color of your back resembles that of a lobster and it’s hot to the touch.
“I tried to get you to put on sunscreen but you refused,” Wanda sounds smug as she walks around your room. You bury your head in the pillows to avoid looking at the smirk that’s surely settled across her face.
“I get it. You were right,” your voice is muffled but she hears you loud and clear.
“Yes I was.” you jump when you feel her squirt something on your back but quickly let out a sigh of relief as you feel the heat subside.
“I don’t know what that is but it feels amazing,” you mumble and she laughs behind you.
“It’s aloe vera gel. It should help with the pain, just lay still,” she tells you gently and you do as she says. “I’m sorry you’re hurting so much.”
“It’s my own fault. I should’ve taken the sunscreen when you offered,” you say with a shrug, turning your head to see the sad smile on her face.
“Still, it was such a good day,” she’s always been so empathetic and you sit up to cup her cheek gently, drawing her eyes to yours. All you want to do is bring a real smile back to her face.
“It’s still a good day. Sure it hurts a bit, but I’m still here with my favorite girl. I don’t care what’s happening. As long as I’m spending time with you, I’ll always be happy,” you tell her and she smiles at you, a real one this time. She leans her face into your hand as the two of you enjoy the moment.
“I’m always happy with you too. Now lay back down,” she pushes your shoulder, causing you both to laugh as you get situated again. She continues applying the gel on your back, slowly pushing you closer and closer to sleep. Your last thought before you drift off is that you’re the luckiest person in the world.
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