Fruity

Elizabeth Olsen Characters:

Leigh Shaw (Sorry For Your Loss)

Fictional Love

Ceilings

Sink

Suffocate

Shirley Carter Original Character (70s-80s Southern Housewife - Elizabeth Olsen)

Original Series:

More Than A Woman

MTAW Part 2 - You Slipped Me A Potion

MTAW Part 3 - Finger Licking Good

MTAW Part 4 - Take a Chance On Me

MTAW Part 5 - Lay All Your Love On Me

MTAW Part 6 - I'm Hooked on You

Wanda Maximoff (MCU)

Under Your Skin

She’s Mine

Enchanted

Forever And For Always

Jane Banner (Wind River)

As The World Caves In

Finding You

Thérèse Raquin (In Secret)

Often -In Secret

Sarah (Silent House)

Nightmares

Marth (Martha Marcy May Marlene)

Are You With Me

Out Of The Woods

Zibby (Liberal Arts)

Say Anything

Say Anything Part 2 - Virginity is a Social Construct

Victoria Pedretti Characters:

Nell Crain (The Haunting Of Hill House)

Hold Onto Me

Evelyn Porter (Amazing Stories The Cellar)

After You've Gone

Florence Pugh Characters:

Charlie Ross (Little Drummer Girl)

I'm On Fire

CLEXA

Take My Breath Away

DAMIE

Rainy Day - World to Ourselves

I knew going into this film that I would hate the choice if she chose either man. However, I didn't think they would have her first pick kind of 'herself' more so her best friend, just to then make her chose one of the men and THEN have her say she picked the wrong man! Are you fucking kidding me!

I'm irrationally pissed off. Why couldn't she have chosen herself? She chose 'herself' and then was influenced by a man! She doesn't ever get to say what she really wants for herself like even choosing 'herself' was more what her friend wanted not what she wanted! She never gets to be an individual person. I hate the ending so much. Like the poor woman is just put through hell the entire film. The two men are both selfish men who don't actually ever ask what she wants!

I don't want to even get into the version of the afterlife they created for this. Like truly the best choice is the void because I'd go insane being stuck in one of the eternities for eternity! I left this damn film like

On a positive note Lizzie was absolutely incredible which is why I even bothered with this plot. It drives me nuts that she doesn't have more series roles because she kills at everything! Give me a 20 hour long 90s serious of episodes fully rounded out character and fun plot that allows her to explore all of her acting talents like please! These weird ass movies are driving me nuts!

Word Count: 6,659

Imagine This:

The music is not your favorite, but to be fair, the bar is the last place you want to be. However, you also can’t really go home yet, and this shithole is the only place open at this hour. 

Of course, this means that the people here are a little sketchy. Well, most of them. There is a red head sitting by herself at the bar, and it feels like you know why she's here. It seems she too has nowhere else to go. She has been sipping a drink and just like you has been keeping her head down. She's not here to try and find a hookup or to drink her problems away like every other lowlife in this dump. No, she's here for another reason, and you can't help but be curious what that reason could be. 

Even from the distance, sitting in the lounge area across the room, you note that she's beautiful. Of course, you are not the only one to notice her. You watch as a broody, tall ass dude approaches her. He looks like trouble, and it makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up. He isn't alone, and that is when you know she's in danger. They both approach her right side, effectively blocking the path to the exit. 

You get up without even thinking about it and rush excitedly to her side. 

“Hey girl, so sorry I’m late. Got caught up at the office, you know how it is.” 

She looked at you puzzled until you glanced quickly at the two dudes on the other side of her. “Shall we find a table to talk?”

She gave you a smile and nodded, effectively dismissing herself from the two beefy idiots beside her. “Yes, let's.” 

You walked toward the tables in the back, the farthest away from the bar. “Thank you for rescuing me, I owe you.”

“Nonsense. It’s girl code. I’m y/n by the way.”

She smiled. “Nice to meet you, y/n. I’m Waverly.” She sounded a bit unsure, and something told you that wasn’t her name. It only piqued your interest more. 

You nodded, “Nice to meet you too, Waverly.” 

You both sat at the booth in the corner facing each other. “May I ask what brings you to this dump at this hour? You don’t look like you belong in this shithole.”

“One could say the same about you. I am here on business and this was just close to the hotel.”

“I’m here because I have nowhere else to go at this hour.”

She tilted her head and looked you over. Her eyebrows crinkled, and her eyes met yours. You felt all the air leave your lungs. You have never seen someone look at you with such softness and curiosity. It was like she was reading you. And the green fuck! You have never seen eyes that green before in person. Now that you are close, you can see darker brown hair frames her face and the rest is red. It makes her fair skin and light eyes really pop, and you wonder what her natural hair color is. 

“What do you mean? You can’t go home?”

You looked down at your watch, “No, I can't go home yet. I usually just stay at the office, but they were spraying for bugs or something tonight. My home isn’t really a home. But no need to dump any of that on you.” 

“I won’t pry if you don’t want to talk about it, but I wouldn’t have asked if I genuinely didn’t care. So I am here if you do want to talk about it.”

“Long story short, my ex-girlfriend won’t move out, and I also can’t afford to leave. I am on the lease and pay rent, but she has squatters rights from living there for so long. I need to just break my lease and leave, but it’s easier said than done. Anyway, she makes it miserable to be there, constantly bringing random people there and just taking over the majority of the space. It is not worth being there if I can help it. Sorry, that wasn’t exactly short.”

“No," I asked. Seems like a tough situation. I can only imagine dealing with all that. So you just sleep in your office usually?”

“Yeah, I have a futon in my office.”

“How long has it been since you slept in a bed?”

“I honestly can’t remember.”

“Oh, that is awful.” 

“I manage, but I definitely need to make a change.” 

The conversation felt natural, like you could talk about anything, and you did. You talked about work, hobbies, and favorite everything's. You quickly discovered old sitcoms were a shared comfort to watch. You learned that you both loved alternative music and had both been to a music festival at the same time in the past. The longer you both talked, the more it felt like a date and not just a date, but a date that was better than any date you had ever been on before. 

Time ticked past you and when the last call echoed through the bar at 2 am, something in the air changed. There was a charge in the air. Neither of you wanted the night to end. You offered to walk her to her hotel and when you arrived at the front doors she grabbed your hand and squeezed it. You squeezed hers back. 

“I really enjoyed talking to you tonight. Thanks again for saving me.”

“Thank you for one of the best nights I have had in a while.” You looked at the ground, “I should let you go. I don’t want to, but I should. Can I get your number?”

“I won’t be in town long, but I would definitely like to get to know you more, so sure. 555-830-8646. Text me real quick just to make sure.”

You typed out what you were too nervous to say. 

Y/N: Your eyes in this light are something else. 

Waverly: You are really making me want to ask you up to my room. 

You looked up with a shy smile, and she bit her bottom lip. “Good night, y/n. Just goodnight for now. Text me tomorrow if you are free.” 

You licked your lips and sighed, “I will! Goodnight, Waverly.”

It took all your effort to turn and walk away. You don’t know why, but you felt like your entire body fought you each step away from her. 

>>>>

The feeling only subsided once you had turned the corner out of her sights. Unfortunately, a new sensation took over your body as you walked past an alley. A sinking feeling of unease made you pick up your pace. You glanced behind you to see a hooded figure lurking in the shadows. You began to run as it moved toward you. Your heart raced, something inside you knew this was bad. You have been in sketchy situations, but none that made you feel like this. You glanced around for any people or open shops to no avail. There was not a soul in sight, nor anywhere to go. You glanced back at the mysterious figure and felt your heart pound as you tried to push yourself faster. Suddenly, you are knocked off your feet and the world is spinning like you just got flipped upside down. Your vision blurs as pain shoots through your ribs and back. You wheeze and gasp for air, but it’s no use. You feel lightheaded and there are spots in your vision as you pass out. 

The first thing you noticed when you came to was the rough restraints digging into your skin. Your wrists and ankles were tightly bound, and something was tightly wrapped around your thighs and midsection. Some kind of mesh bag was over your head and only tiny flecks of light came through. You wanted to panic, but could barely even muster a groan as you moved against your restraints. Whatever drug they used to knock you out was still coursing through your system, making you feel heavy and confused.

“She’s awake!” A scratchy voice echoed.

“What powers do you possess, Witch? Who are you? What are you and Maximoff’s plans here?”

Suddenly, the bag was ripped off your head, scratching your face. A bright light was shoved in your face. You flinched, closing your eyes and tried to take a deep breath but failing due to how tight the constraints were. You could already feel the bruises forming, maybe even cuts from the harsh texture of the ropes. The foreboding tall figure in front of you was hard to see even as you strained your eyes against the light.

“I don’t know what the hell you are talking about. Powers? Witch? Maximoff? I’m nobody, you have the wrong person.”

“Don’t fuck with me, bitch!” 

You blinked, struggling to clear your vision as the man came closer, finally blocking the harsh light. Dread washed over you as recognition set in. This man was from the bar. 

“What the hell? The creeps from the bar?” 

“Who you're calling creeps, you fucking freak!” The thinner dude with the scratchy voice stepped closer as he spat out his words.

“You guys were creeping on that girl at the bar, Waverly.”

Suddenly, you felt your restraints tighten as you were lifted off the ground. The ropes burned your skin, and you fought back tears. 

 “Waverly? Do you think we are stupid, freak?” 

“Enough, Tex.” The big dude commanded. 

The skinny dude, Tex, moved back and bowed his head as he dropped the rope, and you returned to the ground. The big dude turned back to you, furrowing his eyebrows.

“Tell us this girl at the bar you call Waverly, you say you don’t know her? But you talked for hours, you must have hit it off.” 

Something in the insinuation in his voice made you shutter. “What the fuck is this?”

“Do you watch the news?”

“No, who the fuck watches the news anymore? The world is shit. What else is there to know?”

“Damn, we caught ourselves a real clueless damsel. She doesn’t even know she was chatting it up with the Wanda Maximoff.” 

“I am really too tired to deal with this shit, are you going to kill me or what?”

“Girly, have you got no self-preservation at all?” 

“Not a lot to live for.”

Tex stepped closer to the bigger guy. “That’s just depressing. Boss, she’s making me depressed.” Tex wined 

The boss dude grabbed Tex’s shoulders and shook him. “Tex, get a grip man!.” 

“As entertaining as this whole thing is, I’d really like you two love birds to get to the point. Why am I here and what are you going to do?”

“Love birds!” Tex shrieked.

“Tex, go in the other room for fuck’s sake!” 

“But Boss.” He wined for a second before turning and following orders. 

“Now girly, did you get Waverly’s phone number?” 

You didn’t answer, but it didn’t matter, he had your phone and was already fucking with it. He took several pictures of you and showed you that he sent them to her. 

“Now you meet the monster that is Wanda Maximoff.”

“If she is such a monster, why would you want to take your chances fucking with her?”

“You have a smart mouth, don’t make me shut it.” 

Unfortunately, you can’t help but roll your eyes at him, and it sends him off. He grabs your hair and yanks you forward by it, causing the tears to fall. “You may not have self-preservation, but I can hurt you until it would be mercy to kill you. Don’t fucking test me!” 

The whimper that leaves your lips is involuntary as he grips your throat in his free hand. He squeezed, and you could see the enjoyment in his eyes as you began to choke, helpless to his attack. The world around you blurred, tears freely falling and vision darkening at the lack of oxygen. A blurry flash of red fills your vision, and suddenly you can breathe again. It takes effort, your throat hurts, and you can’t stop the coughs that rattle out of you. 

Loud crashes and more red. So much red. Everything remains hazy as you strain to take in the surrounding chaos. There are so many men shouting, no, screaming. Guns are going off. Your brain can’t make sense of the bloody body at your feet in pieces. The chaos doesn’t seem to go on that long, but time is also escaping you in a whirlwind. 

Soft hands brush your cheek. Beautiful waves of red hair and fair skin come into your view. Your brain is struggling to focus. The light touch to your cheek feels so good. 

“Y/N can you hear me? Fuck! You are trembling.” 

You can’t tell who is talking to you. Nothing makes any sense. The last thing you see is brilliant green, and you think of Waverly. Your body gives into the trauma, and you feel your eyes roll back. 

>>>>

The sting of sterile air and the burning soreness in your throat are the first things you notice. Your body feels heavy and sore all over, but you register that you are in a bed. The harsh light makes you groan when you try to open your eyes. 

“Y/N?”

You feel a light squeeze on your hand, and it takes a lot of effort to squeeze back.  

“I’m so sorry, Y/N”

“Bright” You manage to grumble through a horse voice that causes you to cough. 

“Oh, sorry! Jarvis dim the lights.” 

A robotic voice surrounded you, “lights dimmed 60 percent.”

“Is that better?” 

You blinked a few times, adjusting. “Better, thanks.”

“Do you remember what happened?”

“Not entirely. Last thing I remember, I was being chocked. I don’t remember much else, it’s all hazy.”

“Y/N I am so sorry. You were drugged and held hostage because of me. You had a seizure due to the drugs and lack of oxygen. I thought. Well, I am just so sorry. You have been throwing up a lot, the drug is something we haven’t been able to identify yet. We will figure it out, but we have to keep you here and keep you hydrated.”

Her head was down and she looked so hurt. You could see the guilt and self-hate so clearly. It was honestly more painful than your physical pain. “Waverly, stop apologizing. I approached you at that bar.”

You glanced around when she didn’t respond. “Where exactly is here?” 

“About that. My name is actually Wanda, I was undercover when we met. This is one of The Avengers' safehouses. You are in good hands and safe here, but I am afraid you can’t go back to your regular life. I know this is a lot to take in and you still look hazy. Just know you are safe, I won’t let anything else happen to you. I just need you to rest and let us help you.” 

“Wanda, hmm, suits you, and it’s almost as pretty as you are.” 

Finally, a smile took over the worried features of her face. You didn’t really care where you were or what was happening to you. Your life hadn’t been worthwhile in so long that it almost felt like a relief to be in this situation. Your body felt heavy, but you used all your effort to reach out your hand to lay over hers on the edge of the bed. She took your hand and lightly squeezed it. 

“I trust you, Wanda. I can feel how much you care in the way you look at me.” 

“I just feel so guilty. I shouldn’t have let you walk alone. You don’t deserve any of this, you were just being kind to a stranger. And you were so nice to me. I wish I had asked you to come up to my room or something to prevent this from happening.”

“Hey,” you squeezed her hand as best as you could to get her out of her unraveling mind, “I approached you. I offered to walk you and I said goodnight even though I desperately wanted to kiss you. This is not all on you. I walked alone and ignored the feeling of unease when I turned the corner. Maybe I should have run, but then I wouldn’t be here with you.”

She trapped her bottom lip between her teeth, trying to contain her smile. “You are such a flirt.”

“Well, almost dying, being drugged, and laying here in front of a pretty girl I met and liked makes one lack a filter. Can’t blame me for wanting to kiss you.” 

You could see the blood rush to her face, even though she tried to hide it. It was a beautiful site to behold. The dusting of freckles on her delicate face had you itching to map them with your fingers and lips. It almost hurt to look at her. Your mind felt foggy, desire mixing with whatever concoction was running through your veins. 

Your mind spins with thoughts of how soft her skin looks under the dimmed light. You don't realize you are crying until her fingertips brush your cheeks.

“Hey, why are you crying? What's wrong? Are you in pain.”

“I just, you are so beautiful.”

“Oh hon. You need more rest.” 

“I'm sorry.”

“Don't apologize, just close your eyes for me and try to rest, okay?”

You nodded, following her request. 

>>>>

Days passed and a lot of it was unclear in your mind. One thing was constant and clear. Wanda was taking amazing care of you. The care in her eyes made you cry a lot. You know you've been sick, chills vomiting, uncontrollable trembling. Your heart aches every time she looks at you with guilt in her eyes. Even though it clearly hurt her to look at you in pain and going through it, she never really left your side. You don't know if you are getting better, but you know you are falling in love with her. It terrifies you. You swore you were never going to love again after your ex. It was easy to remember when you used to live with her and be tortured by her constantly but now…

Gawd, Wanda wasn't like anyone you'd ever met before. She cared more deeply than you ever thought was possible. She is so kind that you genuinely don't know how she's real. It was making all the walls you'd built crumble. You were helplessly falling in love with her and didn't know what to do about it. She's so focused on healing you that every time you compliment her, she thinks it's just the drugs. But you are feeling better each day. You are pretty sure the shit is almost fully out of your system. However, Wanda doesn’t seem convinced. You don’t know how to tell her that you are serious and that every flirty comment has been the utter truth. 

You want to kiss her so badly, it is all you can think about. Not only that, but you daydream of how things could have gone so much different if you had kissed her that night after walking her to her hotel. You imagine in great detail the way you would glide your fingers into her hair and hold her close. It is consuming you just thinking about her. You don’t know what will happen if you ever actually get to kiss her. You fear you may just combust! 

The days seem to blur together. Each day is filled with tests until finally Wanda and the weird ass computer system finally announce the unknown substance is out of your system. They can’t tell if it will have any lasting effects so they think it is wise to keep running tests and monitoring you. Which is obviously not ideal, but at least you get to leave the medical room you’ve been cooped up in for weeks. It is so refreshing to be able to walk around and have a sense of freedom, even if it is limited to the building. The only problem is you miss having Wanda in your presence almost 24 hours a day. She watched you like a hawk while you were in the medical bay. Now she is obviously dealing with something and trying to give you space, and you don’t want to bother her so you just watch old movies and shows in the living space or read in the library. It is hard not to take her space personally. You think maybe you over did it with all the confessions of love, even though she believed it was the drugs talking, not you. You worry over whether you made her feel uncomfortable. 

>>>Wanda>>>

Little do you know, she is worrying about similar things. She had to distance herself. She didn’t trust herself anymore. It is so hard to be around you and not touch you. She craves to hold you and keep you safe. She feels utterly guilty that this all happened to you because of her. She can’t get the images out of her mind. You all tied up, being choked so close to death, watching you fade out and then the seizure. It was all horrific and traumatizing and burned into the back of her eyelids. She wasn’t sleeping well, and her powers were weak. She couldn’t clearly read your mind. It was all so jumbled. At first, she thought it was the drugs, but when you got better, it was like she just couldn’t concentrate. She was beyond exhausted, and now you wouldn’t even be in her sights when she inevitably woke from a nightmare, reliving it all. How was she going to make sure you were actually alright when you now had your own room. 

Tonight would be the first night. She is scared to go to sleep. She doesn’t want to see the horrors any longer. Her body and mind are exhausted from it all. She pushes her own feelings down enough to make dinner and make sure you eat, but dinner is awkward. It’s so quiet and Wanda can’t catch a single thought from you.

>>>You>>>

You try your hardest to be polite and normal, even though you want to compliment the food and thank her a million times for all she’s done. Avoiding eye contact is easy when she is looking down, but you have to fight not to stare because it makes you want to kiss her. You don’t want to make her any more uncomfortable than you already have. Most of the dinner is spent staring down at the food as you eat quietly. You manage to thank her and offer to help clean up, but of course she doesn’t allow you to help and sends you to go relax. You read within eyesight to see if she will come relax with you, but as soon as she is done cleaning up she disappears to her room. Soon you do the same. 

Your room feels way too big, and you don’t feel tired at all. You toss and turn and stare at the barely illuminated ceiling fan. The touch screen by the door reads Midnight the first time you look at it. The next time, it’s 2:00 am.

“No! Y/N?! NO! Let her go!” 

You sit up as you hear the desperate pleas from the next room. Wanda sounds panicked, and it hits you like a wave crashing over you. There is no thinking, only feeling as you rush out of your bed and out to her room. You are shocked by what you see when you open her door. The room is illuminated by red wisps, all coming from Wanda. She is thrashing in her sleep, struggling against the blankets and screaming, “LET HER GO!” 

You walk closer, mindful of the red wisps, unsure of what is happening. Her screams turned to sobs in an instant, and she cried, “Y/N! Please wake up. I can’t lose you, I just found you. Please wake up. I need you to wake up.” 

She sounds shattered, and it sends a tear streaming down your cheek before you can stop it. You cautiously sit on the edge of the bed and take her hand. “Wanda, I'm right here. I’m okay.” You squeeze her hand and brush wild red hairs away from her face. She startles awake sitting up and looking around and when she realizes where she is and that you are there. She grabs your cheeks and looks you over frantically, checking for injury.

“Hey I’m okay. You were having a bad dream, Wanda.” 

Her entire body shook in your arms. It broke your heart to see the tears stream down her face. You take both her hands off your cheeks and squeeze them. Before letting them go and pulling her tightly into your embrace. Her body slowly relaxes, and you take deep, intentional breaths to sooth her into doing the same. 

“Thank you.” Her voice is so small.

“Wanda. Please hear me when I say this. I would do anything for you. Beyond the fact that you have done so much for me that I can never repay you, I care about you, and it hurts me to see you hurt this is for me as much as it is for you.” 

She pulled back tears streaming down her face, “Y/N I don’t deserve you. I am the reason so many bad things happened to you. You can’t say all those things. I can’t put you in any more danger.”

You softly wiped her tears away.

“Wanda, I put myself in that situation. I would do it a million times over just to see your smile and hear your laugh. I was so miserable before you. The hopelessness mixed with the alcohol, which I usually try to stay away from, were a dangerous combo. If I had ignored the feeling that I needed to talk to you and instead gone back to my apartment, I am pretty sure I would have jumped off the roof. You reminded me that there is good in this life. If you don’t want me that is one thing, but if you think you don’t deserve me or that being with me puts me in some kind of danger, that is something else. I can be more careful. And if anyone doesn’t deserve someone, it is me. You are this badass, powerful being that saves people, and I am a nobody. So look me in the eye and tell me you don’t want me, and I will drop it.”

The second her gaze finally locked onto yours, you could see the truth. She felt the same, she was just terrified. She tried to speak, her lips trembled and nothing came out. There was no way she couldn’t lie to you. So you inched forward as you glanced at her lips and licked your own. Her gaze followed and she met you half way. The moment your lips meet, you know this is where you belong. You melt against her and feel her do the same. The soft curiosity quickly turns desperate. She leans into you more, every inch of your bodies pressed together. Your hands tangle into waves of red, and hers squeeze your hips. Her lips are so perfect, you have never really understood why people love kissing so much until this moment. You know you could do this forever. 

You break apart as she moves to lay you down. Her lips find yours in the dark like there is a magnetic pull between you. Her kisses steal the oxygen from your lungs in the best way. You gasp for air, and she moves her lips along your jaw and down your neck. 

“We don’t have to do anything more than this, but you are all I can think about, all I want to think about. I want everything with you. You think I saved you, but you saved me. I have been trapped in an endless cycle since I lost the people I cared about most. I did similar to you, buried myself in work. You pulled me out of that and made me genuinely laugh for the first time in years.”

She kissed your lips again, “I want you.” 

She kissed along your jaw, “I want you.”

Her lips ghosted against your ear, “I want you.”

Her breath is hot against your neck as she speaks, her voice deeper than it has been all night, “I want everything with you.”

You flipped her over and straddled her. 

“Fuck, Y/N!”

“I want everything with you, Wanda.” You found her lips in an instant and kissed her like you could die any moment. You ran your tongue over her top lip and lightly sucked in it. Cherished the way she bit your bottom lip. Lost your hands in her hair and melted against her body. You gasped as she squeezed your hips. Her tongue took advantage, slipping into your mouth ever so slightly. You were quick to suck it further into your mouth and continue to suck it softly. Her moan vibrated through you even as you released your hold on her tongue. Her eyes glow red as you sit up, and red wisps illuminate the room. 

“Whoa!” You are enchanted by her eyes. 

She sits up and runs her fingers over your thighs lightly, nervously, as your gaze forces hers to stay on you. “Lights up to 20%, Jarvis.”

“Illuminating to 20%, Y/N.”

“Thank you.”

The room is dimly light, just enough to be warm. You take Wanda’s nervous hands and squeeze them. You guide her off your lap and stand up, pulling her along with you. “Show me your powers. Show me why you are scared of yourself.”

“No, I can’t.”

“I know you won’t hurt me. Show me so I can better understand. I want to know.”

She sighed, “they haven’t been as strong lately, I think because I’m so exhausted and sleep hasn’t been restful.” 

“Okay, so then tell me about them. I wish you had told me about the nightmares. I could have helped.” 

Her gaze fell from your face to your button-up PJ shirt. She took a step back, releasing your hand, and the red wisps illuminated at her fingertips. It was beautiful. Her fingers moved with a practiced skill that ignited a fire inside you. You watched in awe as the red illuminated and moved to the top button of your shirt. Before your eyes it was magically pulled through the other side of the shirt, and she had buttoned the top button of your sleep shirt. 

You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped you, “I can’t believe you chose to button the top button and not undo all these other ones instead!” 

She nudged your shoulder again with her powers and not her hand, “This is not a laughing matter. I could hurt you. I could alter this reality, and you wouldn’t know.” She demonstrated changing the chair in the corner to something completely different. 

“It doesn’t scare you? This should scare you, I could abuse this power and, and,” You interrupt her by quickly kissing her lips. 

“Wanda. I trust you.”

You kiss her lips again, and she kisses you back. Long fingers tangling in your hair. Your hands fall to her waist and pull her closer. The heat between you becomes too much and you both begin to shed your own clothing, breaking from the kiss in fits of laughter as you get stuck in your shirt and Wanda struggles with her pants.   

The excitement between you lightens the air, but the heat is still exhilarating. 

You manage to escape your clothes just in time to watch Wanda remove her panties. Your gaze soaks in every inch of skin on display for you. 

“Fuck. Wanda. You look…” Gawd, how is she even real? I can’t wait to taste her! 

“Patience, Y/N. I want to taste you too.”

“Woah, you can read my mind!?! That is awesome!”

“Not always you can focus and block me and I can also be too tired. I haven’t been able to read you clearly.”

“That is so badass!” You are so incredible Wanda, show me more.

A smirk forms on her lips as a red glow illuminates from her fingertips. She motions with her fingers to come closer, but before you can step forward, you feel lighter. Looking down, your feet are off the ground, and suddenly you are pulled towards her. The movement blows your hair back. You blink and you are in her arms. Her exposed skin brushing against yours. 

“Woah!”

“Was that too much?”

“Not at all! Wanda, you are incredible. You don’t have to worry about it, you are not going to scare me, like I said, I trust you completely.” 

She melted against you, and you wrapped your arms tightly around her. You squeezed tighter when you felt a warm tear hit your exposed chest. 

“Wanda?”

She sniffled then leaned back. Her eyes were darker, filled with pain and sadness, and gawd it broke your heart. You lightly wiped her tears away with thumbs. You held her face in your hands and waited. 

She took a shaky breath, “I have never felt like this. I can feel your trust. I have never met someone and not felt fear or challenge from them. It’s intoxicating to feel your trust. I want more of it, but there is a reason people are scared of me. I have been scared of myself. This power is intense.” 

“I have a bit of a secret as well. I have never cared for my life. I have often thought about death and dying. Nothing scares me, not even death.” 

Her eyebrows furrowed as a frown formed on her soft lips. “That is awful, y/n. I care about your life. I can’t explain it, but I just know, I knew when I looked into your eyes that you were going to change my life. That you are important.” 

I’m nobody 

“You are not, nobody, y/n. I need you to stop saying and thinking that!”

Before you could argue, her lips were pressing against yours. Her long fingers tangled into your hair and pulled at the back of your neck like she couldn’t get you close enough. You squeezed her hips and kissed her back, meeting her tongue as she licked at your lips. Moans escaped your lips in hot breaths as you both tried to get closer, deeper. You could feel yourself floating again, but you were still in her arms, so it didn’t matter. Then you could feel the soft mattress under you and her body on top of you pressed as close as possible. You deepened the kiss and slotted your legs. She followed your lead and when her legs slotted one between yours, one squeezing your outer thigh, you couldn’t stop yourself from pressing your thigh into her. This broke your kiss as she breathlessly moaned out just at the contact. 

“Fuck, y/n!” 

She held herself up with a red glow and grabbed both your hands in hers, pinning them above your head. She nipped at your bottom lip lightly, teasing, then suddenly you could feel her thigh between your legs. A simple press of a thigh, had never felt so intense. You rolled your hips into her and she did the same. 

“Gawd, Wanda, you're so wet!”

“Me? You are soaking my thigh, beautiful.”

“Fuck.” She’s so fuck I want. No, I need her dripping pussy against mine, in my mouth, around my fingers!

“FUCK Wanda, I need-” she interrupted, “I know I need all that too.”

She changed positions in a flash of red, and before you could miss the friction of her thigh it was replaced with the soaking wet slick heat of her pussy against yours. 

“Oh fuck!” 

“Mmm, y/n you feel so fucking good. So wet.” 

She rocked her hips, and you matched her instantly, both chasing the friction. The slick sound added to the pleasure. Her lips parted in soft moans, and you couldn’t help but moan with her as you tried to commit everything to memory. The way her soft hips rocked. Her long legs spread. Her breasts swayed in front of you as she moved, hard nipples on display just for you. The glowing swirls of red assisted her movements. You reached out and squeezed her tits in your hands, pinching her nipples.

“FUCK, Y/N!” She cried out, throwing her head back. 

Her gaze drank you in as you massaged her breasts lighter. “Mmm, softer.”

You obeyed and she smirked. “Good Girl.”

You couldn’t help but shiver, and her smirk grew. “Oh you like that don’t you?”

“Y-yes.”

“Tell me that you are my good girl then.”

Her words hit you like bolts of lightning, making your hips falter and spasm against her.

“I- Fuck, Wanda, I’m your good girl.” 

She closed her eyes and trembled at your words. “Fuck, y/n. I really like that.”

You both struggled to keep the rhythm, both too close to control your desperate movements. The room swirled with red. The sounds of your mixed pleasure echoed off the walls. The heat between you had built and built until it erupted in a flood.

The air was thick with moans and panting breaths. You both slowed your movements as you rode out the waves of pleasure washing over you. Wanda collapsed on top of you. Her skin is soft and warm against yours. It makes you melt into the bed. You have never felt so sated in your life. She smells like the earth after it rains or rains in the distance. You are not sure, but you can’t get enough of it. You bury your face in her neck and close your eyes, savoring it. The weight of her on top of you made you feel light and heavy all at once. Her strong and steady pulse beat against your lips as you kissed her neck and let your body go limp. You held her tighter to you, not wanting to ever let her go. 

Nothing has ever felt so right, gawd I think I love her. I’m never letting this go. I’m keeping you forever and for always. 

You don’t remember falling asleep. You vaguely recall a whispered ‘love you’, but you're scared you are just imagining that when you blink a few times and find an empty room. The bed is cold, the air silent. You sit up and look around, the clothes you scattered previously have all been picked up and yours are in a neat folded pile in a chair. Hers are gone. You stretch and realize your body doesn’t ache the way it usually does. A soft smile plays at your lips thinking about her letting you sleep in on the soft king-size bed. As you approach your clothes, you can see the note she left you. 

~

Good morning, Love! I am downstairs making breakfast. 

Kisses, Wanda

~

Your smile hurt your cheeks by the time you managed to get dressed. 

You wondered to your room first grabbing a hoodie then found your way downstairs. She was so pretty, glowing under the morning sun seeping through the windows. “Good morning, Love!”

Wanda didn’t startle, she probably heard your thoughts. She turned to you with a smile. “How’d you sleep, beautiful?”

You walked closer, wrapping your arms around her waist, “Better than ever. What about you?”

She turned in your arms and kissed your lips softly. “I don’t think I have ever slept so well before in my life. I desperately needed that.” 

“Good. We can continue to have the best nights ever and days! Forever.” 

“Forever?”

“Forever.” 

“And for Always”