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Writing blog for Marvel x reader. Not currently accepting requests and probably won't be. Sideblog for @xmycxx as I'd probably be writing on there soon enough.

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY @notmanagingmymischief

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Right, so, I think I’m officially done writing for this blog and maybe this fandom all in all. It’s something I’ve been procrastinating over for a while. I’ll probably start writing for different fandoms (my current obsession is The Last of Us, particularly abby anderson)

So you would see more of my writing eventually, just not on here, on @xmycxx which is actually my main blog which I use to like/comment on stuff. I’ll be writing on there eventually, gimme a message or a request on there and I’ll get to it

Love y’all and thank you for the love and support y’all have shown this blog for the last few years. I’ll keep this blog active so if you send me any dm’s I’ll respond to them but don’t hold out hope for asks. 

Thank y’all again, and I hope to see you again

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Heartbeat | Part 2

Part 1

Wanda Maximoff Masterlist

Requested by @xxxtwilightaxelxxx :

Summary: Her heart was yours, but you’d never held it in your hands before. You never wanted to, but you had to save her, no matter what.

Word count: 4.9k (long and heartbreakingly good)

A/N: Impulsive decision to break the giant second part into this and a prologue to heal the damage this will cause. I know the wait for this has been well over 2 years and I do sincerely hope it was worth the wait ;)

June 17, 2021

Thursday, 8:56

Every forever felt temporary whenever it started. Though, you didn’t know if you were starting a forever or an ending. It felt like you were losing again, but this time it felt slower, dragged out. There wasn’t any immediacy to this goodbye, every touch, caress, every word spoken felt like it could be the last.

Paranoid was what Natasha told you. Healing was what Steve said. You just thought you were seeing the truth. It didn’t make sense to you why Wanda would want to stay with you, let alone be in a relationship with you, after what had happened.

She still smiled at you like you were the sun. She never failed to look happy whenever you came to visit her in the med bay, ignoring the reason why she was there. Her obliviousness to the looks the doctors gave you astounded you. They knew the lengths you had gone to just to keep her alive, you understood why they kept their distance.

But you couldn’t understand why Wanda didn’t.

Keep reading

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Heartbeat | Part 2

Part 1

Wanda Maximoff Masterlist

Requested by @xxxtwilightaxelxxx :

Summary: Her heart was yours, but you’d never held it in your hands before. You never wanted to, but you had to save her, no matter what.

Word count: 4.9k (long and heartbreakingly good)

A/N: Impulsive decision to break the giant second part into this and a prologue to heal the damage this will cause. I know the wait for this has been well over 2 years and I do sincerely hope it was worth the wait ;)

June 17, 2021

Thursday, 8:56

Every forever felt temporary whenever it started. Though, you didn’t know if you were starting a forever or an ending. It felt like you were losing again, but this time it felt slower, dragged out. There wasn’t any immediacy to this goodbye, every touch, caress, every word spoken felt like it could be the last.

Paranoid was what Natasha told you. Healing was what Steve said. You just thought you were seeing the truth. It didn’t make sense to you why Wanda would want to stay with you, let alone be in a relationship with you, after what had happened.

She still smiled at you like you were the sun. She never failed to look happy whenever you came to visit her in the med bay, ignoring the reason why she was there. Her obliviousness to the looks the doctors gave you astounded you. They knew the lengths you had gone to just to keep her alive, you understood why they kept their distance.

But you couldn’t understand why Wanda didn’t.

Keep reading

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Heartbeat | Part 2

Part 1

Wanda Maximoff Masterlist

Requested by @xxxtwilightaxelxxx :

Summary: Her heart was yours, but you’d never held it in your hands before. You never wanted to, but you had to save her, no matter what.

Word count: 4.9k (long and heartbreakingly good)

A/N: Impulsive decision to break the giant second part into this and a prologue to heal the damage this will cause. I know the wait for this has been well over 2 years and I do sincerely hope it was worth the wait ;)

June 17, 2021

Thursday, 8:56

Every forever felt temporary whenever it started. Though, you didn’t know if you were starting a forever or an ending. It felt like you were losing again, but this time it felt slower, dragged out. There wasn’t any immediacy to this goodbye, every touch, caress, every word spoken felt like it could be the last.

Paranoid was what Natasha told you. Healing was what Steve said. You just thought you were seeing the truth. It didn’t make sense to you why Wanda would want to stay with you, let alone be in a relationship with you, after what had happened.

She still smiled at you like you were the sun. She never failed to look happy whenever you came to visit her in the med bay, ignoring the reason why she was there. Her obliviousness to the looks the doctors gave you astounded you. They knew the lengths you had gone to just to keep her alive, you understood why they kept their distance.

But you couldn’t understand why Wanda didn’t.

You weren’t complaining about it. You’d convinced yourself that her affections were fleeting; here now, but gone in a few months. You thought she was slipping through your fingers like sand, so you clenched your fist, holding on as tight as you could, just until everything was gone.

What you had now, it almost felt like normal. You brought her breakfast almost every day, eating it with her in the hospital room. She’d persuaded you to bring yourself something to eat as well, or at least eat with her. You were finally able to swallow the food which tasted like sandpaper to you.

If you could, you’d spend the entire day with her, even if you weren’t doing anything. The visiting hours allowed you to stay for the better part of the day, but you still had to go back to your shared room and stare at the memories adorning the walls. The smiles were long faded, a faint memoir of a past you thought destroyed.

Wanda’s smile didn’t fade in your presence, never once did she falter in her facade to hide her worry. She would never tell you how much pain she saw every time she looked at you. She couldn’t tell you that she felt your nightmares night after night, that she could see your pain despite all your attempts to hide it from her.

She pried every time you were around, trying to get an answer from you. But you deflected her questions every time with a smile that looked more and more like a grimace. You never attempted to answer her questions, distracting her with the first thing you could find.

Her gaze followed you balancing a tray of croissants in one hand and a glass of water in the other. You gave her a dazzling smile as you placed them down on the table. Your hand reached to pull the covers up on her lap, doing every small thing to make her more comfortable.

“Need anything?” You asked, your smile settling into an eerie type of comfort. She tensed even further under it, shrugging and patting the space next to her. Her eyes held a fake joy, the corners of her lips going through the motions.

“Nope, can we.” Wanda began, clearing her throat as you sat down next to her. Your gaze was fixed on the pastries you’d brought in, waiting for her to decide which one she wanted before you began. She sighed and move the tray to the bedside table, turning your attention towards her.

“Can we talk for a bit?”

Your eyes widened, and you shifted in your seat, licking your lip as nightmares ran through your head. Words, insults, and taunts rampaged through all sense you had. Her eyes were all but burning in your very soul, you swallowed drily, trying in vain to paint a smile for her.

“Sure.” you smiled, the false happiness reaching just short of your eyes. Apologies were just short of flowing from your lips. You played with your fingers, scratching the edges of your fingernails, ripping the skin there. Her hand placed itself on yours, your heart skipping a beat.

“Are you,“ Wanda hesitated, her hand drawing away from yours. ”-is everything okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You answered, your smile never faltered, your response just a little too quick. Her lips pursed tightly in a smile, the look on her face telling you she didn’t believe you. You licked your lips, looking for something to take her attention anywhere else but you.

“See, you say that,” She said, a timid smile crawling onto her face, her hand sliding on your leg “, but you don’t act like it.”

“For a mind reader, I think you might be a lil off.” You replied, a sarcastic smile twisting the corner of your lips. Hoping you gained her amusement, you turned your attention back to the pastries. They jostled slightly in the tray, your fingers running over the edges of the pastries.

You were rummaging through your mind to try to remember which one of them Wanda liked best so you could eat the other ones. In retrospect, you didn’t have to bring this many, you just couldn’t remember what she liked, too far gone in your head.

Wanda frowned, her eyebrow raising as you took your attention away from her again. A smile ghosted her face when she saw your indecision about the pastries. You always let her pick first, even if she chose the last chocolate cookie, you’d settle with a plain shortbread just to see her smile.

“You need to talk about it.”

You pursed your lips, putting the tray aside to turn to her. Wanda looked up at you through her eyelashes, the blazing greens glaring into you. Clenching your jaw, you looked aside, simply shrugging and turning your attention away from her again, deciding your restless hands were more interesting.

“I don’t want to.” You shrugged, shifting your attention away from her again. Slipping your phone out of your pocket, you quickly checked the time, putting it away just as quickly. You knew just as well as Wanda that you didn’t even read the time.

“Why not?” Wanda pressed, her voice raising to bring your attention back to her. Your gaze snapped up to her, your eyebrow raised a little, your jaw clenched tightly, your eyes pleading with her not to press. Your fears smoothed away just as quickly, a false smile taking over your features once again, a frown falling on hers.

Your eyes kept flitting to the scar on her chest. The hospital gown did nothing to cover it up, the v-line cut of the neck exposing the agitated skin. You gulped, immediately looking away from it and back to her face. Putting on another fake smile, you shrugged.

“I don’t wanna talk about it is all,” You said, licking your lips again, reaching towards the tray of pastries and taking your favorite one. Smiling at her, you hoped you didn’t pick the one she had wanted before offering the tray to her and rambling about something you’d found interesting a few days ago.

Her eyes traced your form as you continued talking, the corners of your lips twisting into fake amusement, your eyes looking everywhere but her. Your fingers traced the edges of the pastry in your hand, never bringing it close to your mouth. Using it as a prop, you smiled and tried to distract her, putting on the brightest smile you could muster, clenching your jaw all the while.

“Don’t do that,” Wanda broke off your ramble, placing her hand over yours, you raised an eyebrow at her interruption. “just, talk to me.”

She gave you a timid smile, hoping your facade would melt. Your jaw clenched tighter, and you set down the prop in your hands, refusing to glance her way. Your silence was itching at her, her fingers scratched through her scalp, a tired sigh leaving her lips as she started to fill the silence.

“I know, I know you’re scared that you didn’t do enough, but you did…” She continued rambling, her hands repeatedly running through her hair, breaking through any knots along the way. Her voice started to raise, her eyes darting around the room and looking at you almost desperately. Your silence was corrosive to her.

You bit the inside of your cheek, never jumping in when she expected a response from you, avoiding her gaze. Wanda’s hand met the side of your cheek, bringing you back to look at her. You slid away from her touch, almost flinching at it.

“Don’t you think you’ve done enough?” Wanda asked you, her voice soft and pleading. Her hand traced over the back of yours, fingers gingerly dancing over the back of your knuckles before encompassing your hand in hers. Her nails scraped against your skin as you took in a sharp breath.

You saw her wince at the action, biting the inside of your cheek instead. Your focus shifted to her eyes, to how intently she was observing you, you bit down harder. Blood began to fill your mouth, your head tilted to the side, and the bones in your neck cracked sharply. She winced at the sound, noticing your other hand clutch the side of the bed with a death grip. Your knuckles turning white.

“Y/n, please,” She begged, tilting her head to catch your gaze while your eyes locked onto the scar across her chest, her fingers on your hand grounding you to her voice. “talk to me.”

“Let me in.”

Your eyes snapped up to hers, your emotions exploding at your throat, close to clawing their way out in the form of words, shouts, and screams. You clenched your jaw tightly, copper taste flooding your mouth, your eyes locked onto hers. You wanted to see distrust, anger, anything but the way she was looking at you now.

You took in a deep breath, leaning your head back, and relaxing your neck before looking back at her. Eyebrow raised, you looked to her for an explanation. Her fingers enclosed into a soft fist before relaxing again, small red wisps floating at the tips of her fingers.

Oh.

She wants to be in your head.

Your jaw clenched, muscles tensing, your breathing becoming labored and shallow. You almost shot up from your seat, her hand held loosely in your grip, fingers running gently over your knuckles. Looping, tracing, circling patterns over your skin, grounding you to her. 

“What if,” you cleared your throat, “you don’t like what you see?”

“It doesn’t matter,” She smiled, fingers tapping your knuckles. “I want to see you.”

 A nervous smile lined her lips, a faint grimace on yours, your shoulders tensed up further, a dull ache at the base of your neck as your head hunched forwards uncomfortably. Your bottom lip caught between your teeth, your eyes looking everywhere but her. Her fingers tap a constant rhythm on your knuckles.

One

Two

Three

One, two, three, four.

Your head fell against her shoulder, your surrender is heavy on her. Her surprise fades, her hands coming up to the edges of your shoulders, fingers tracing along your spine. A gentle smile on her face as your weight rested against her. Her hand slid up to your head, your smile never faltering as magic entered your thoughts.

Wanda felt your grief twisting in her gut, weighing down her heart, fogging her mind. Her head swayed as she tried to ground herself, eyes focusing on the view just outside the window. The metal floor was cold under her feet, the air smelt clear and pristine.

The quinjet.

The clock in the corner read the day and time clear as day, but she didn’t need to know.

June 8, 2021

Tuesday, 1:07

She gulped, knowing what was to happen all too well. It wasn’t just the sight you’d shared with her, it was your thoughts, your feelings, your entire being. Wanda could feel everything you were and hear all that you were thinking.

Maybe she’d finally understand your guilt.

“Wanda needs immediate medical attention,” Steve stated, his voice gritty over the comms.

Pants sounded over the speakers, heavy breathing mixing with the calls for medical attention. They all began blending into one again. Your hand gripped the back of the chair, fingers tightening around the metal. Your eyes widened as you tried to understand what they were saying so you knew what to do.

Scenarios and thoughts rampaged through your mind at the lack of a clear answer. As the chatter continued, your posture tensed, the muscles in your back hardening further until you snatched the device from the agent.

“What’s going on?” You demanded, gripping the device tightly. You needed a clear answer. It wasn’t just so you could calm down, it was so you could prepare and help Wanda. Your job, not your love.

“She’s shot.”

It repeated itself in your mind. She’s shot. A bullet is in her. A bullet that could kill her. Your job was to save her, no matter what. Letting her die wasn’t a mistake you could make. Neither for your job nor for yourself. Living with that mistake couldn’t be a possibility.

No matter what.

“Get her into the jet, now.” You ordered, letting the device clatter onto the ground. Releasing the chair from your knuckle-white grip, you stalked over to the equipment.

Forcing your thoughts to quiet, you prepared the equipment. Your hands going through the motions they had gone through before, but trembling slightly. You looked through every piece of equipment, putting on gloves and ordering the others to get her to you.

While getting the gurney ready, one of them knocked over the notebook you’d set down near the benches. You’d forgotten you’d let go of it, watching it hit the ground, but not finding it in yourself to care enough to pick it back up. The ground was where it remained as others trampled over it.

Instead, you began to order the rest of your team to get everything prepared. Your voice rang throughout the room as orders were obeyed. Everything was prepared in a matter of minutes. All of them glanced towards you in fear, scared of what you might do if they disobeyed. The anger in your eyes underlined with desperation they hadn’t seen before.

The orders ceased as the gurney was rolled into the jet, and set into place for you to operate. But you were frozen as you stared at her, at the blood. So much blood. It ran in small streams above her suit, dripping down onto the floor, staining every surface.

“Go grab the first aid kit,“ You demanded, moving forward to try to stop the bleeding. “and be quick!”

Your hands covered the wound on her chest, collected into a fist as you attempted to stop the bleeding. Streams of it trickled down the sides of your hands and onto the floor, dripping onto your shoes. Blood was just red, nothing more, nothing less.

“Can I have one last kiss?” Wanda croaked, distracting you from the red covering your hands. You wanted to scold her, tell her to be serious. But when you turned to face her, you didn’t see the humor. you saw fear. Fear etched across her features as she looked at you.

She was terrified.

Scared she was going to leave when she wasn’t near ready, not near done with this life. You would do everything to get her to stay, but fear seeps in any way, despite everything we do. Fear like this, sinking into your very soul, can’t be stopped.

You tried to stop it anyway, ignoring her fears and your own. Your hands pushed harder onto the wound, trying to stop the blood, the red from flowing everywhere. You knew there were about 5 pints of blood in everyone’s bodies. Seeing it like that brought to light just how much red it was.

“I don’t think she has much longer,” Someone whispered to you, watching you turn to face them. “you should say your goodbyes while she’s still with us.”

Goodbyes.

She wasn’t leaving you, why would you be saying goodbye?

You wouldn’t let her go like this, not now, not ever. you stared at him, incredulous. Your hands were clenching tighter on her wound, your eyes narrowing at him. How dare he suggest that? Even bring up the mere possibility of it?

Before you could react, Wanda shakily rested her hand on top of yours, bringing your gaze to her. Her fingers were cold, stained with red as they were placed on top of yours. Your eyes were fixed on her left hand, where her engagement ring should be.

You couldn’t bring yourself to look at her face, to meet her eyes. Her fear wasn’t why you couldn’t look at her, but rather her despondence. Rather the possibility a part of her might have given up before you did. She still asked you to, her finger tapping the back of your hand.

“Please look at me, we still can fix it!” Wanda spoke, smiling for you. Her smile put on a mask, a see-through mask for what she was hiding. She could hide her fear from everyone, everyone but you, who saw through her mask as if it was glass.

You could only give her a weak node in response, trying to put on a mask for her. All you could offer was a weak grimace. Licking your lips, you pushed harder on the wound, wincing when she groaned in pain. You ordered someone else to keep the pressure on the wound, watching as they pushed even harder, convincing yourself it had to be done when she jerked in the pain they caused her.

It was harder to convince yourself that this was your job when she looked at you again when her hand reached out for yours as you moved away. The look in her eyes was one sure to haunt you, for you were too used to seeing her emerald eyes in the bright light of happiness than the grey air of fear.

Wanda still tried to hide everything from you, even though she knew it wasn’t working. Your thoughts were so loud, she could almost feel how scared you were. There was nothing she could do to stop you from feeling scared. She wanted to hold you, tell you everything would be alright.

But she was terrified.

"I’m scared of leaving,” Wanda whispered, letting the words fall off of her lips. Your attention turned from the equipment to her. Your jaw clenched tightly, your hand clasping hers tightly. The glove you wore kept her skin from touching yours.

“I won’t let you leave then.” You promised, squeezing her hand tightly. She could feel it when your fingers stroked her knuckles, providing the most comfort you could. A weak smile covered her face at your words. you’d always known just what to say.

But nothing you could do could keep her eyes from closing.

“You can’t leave me.” You pleaded, ready to beg, to do anything to keep her with you. None of it would help as her eyes began to close shut, despite her vain attempts to keep them open, to stay with you. She hadn’t promised you forever yet, you might be too late to ask her.

You wanted to save her, to keep her with you, but there wasn’t anything you could do. The equipment was being prepared, and the doctors rushed to get everything ready. So much happening around you, but you stood there, frozen.

“If I never see you again,“ Wanda whispered, licking her lips dryly. Her eyes fluttered shut, green orbs hidden behind shrouds of darkness. You looked back at her, unable to pay attention to anything except her words.

Never?

Why would she say that?

She was going to see you again. You would have your date on the roof and then go to bed together. You would kiss her forehead just before she went to sleep because it made her feel safe. Everything was going to be alright. It had to be.

"just know that I love you so, so much…” Her words faded into silence as her eyes began to slip shut. It was taking too much out of her to keep them open, even to see you just before she left. Maybe she was going to leave, but she needed you to know how much you meant to her.

She’s told you thousands of times, one more time wouldn’t hurt.

Breaking out of your trance, you snapped away from your spot, trying to shake her awake. It wasn’t working. Her heart rate was dropping. More blood was coming out of her wound. The color drained from her face. She already looked dead.

“Wake up, wake up!“ You shouted, hands slapping against her face. "No no no, don’t do this to me!”

No response.

The gloves left red marks on her cheeks, trailing down her neck to under her shirt. Her hair was beaded with red droplets, sticking to the sheen of sweat on her face. The heart monitor pinged dully, barely signaling she was still alive. She was still with you, you needed her that way.

"What now?”

How you wished you knew. All you had to fall back on were procedures drilled into you. None of them had a chance of working though. They seemed to notice that when you didn’t respond. They watched you stand frozen, any semblance of hope dying with her.

Hope was all you’d always had. Now more than ever, you’d been hoping she’d make it through. Hoping you could save her. But hope wasn’t enough for her, or you. She was dying.

One gave up hope, detaching the equipment you had put in. Sliding the IV and the heart monitor out of her skin before you’d given him permission to. Your eyes snapped to him, widening when you saw his actions.

“What are you doing to her?! Stop! Stop!!“ You shouted frantically, snatching the equipment from him to put it back in. The doctor jumped back in surprise, confusion clouding his features. He didn’t understand why you would try to save her even though he’d already given up.

"What the fuck were you-” You snapped, breaking mid-sentence.

The alarms blared at you. The lights turned red. The heart monitor beat irregularly. She’s seizing. Blood dripping on the floor. It was the last step before she left you. And all you could do was stand there, helpless. Helpless as they began to do their job, your job.

“She’s seizing!“

Helpless as her body jerked off the table, watching as the heart monitor began crashing. Helplessly froze as her blood dripped onto the ground. You wanted to help, but what could you do? Everything you knew, everything you’d dedicated your life to studying was in the back of your mind, useless.

Almost useless, there was something you hadn’t tried.

"Get her heartbeat stable and use morphine near the wound.” You ordered, moving towards the back of the jet to find the equipment. They stood in confusion for a little while, moving into action soon after. Nervous glances followed you as you began gathering your things.

Listing off all of the equipment in your head, you set off a small pile on the counter. You ignored the way your hands trembled as you placed each of them down. One of them ignored your orders, instead choosing to ask you about your intentions.

“What are you planning?” He asked, watching you gather everything. Your eyes flitted from him to the heart monitor. Her heartbeat was stable again, but the blood was still dripping. The sound echoed in your ears, mixing with the pinging of the heart monitor, drowning out his voice.

You ignored his questions, instead choosing to stare at the doctors injecting the morphine. They glanced at you nervously while doing so, sighing in relief when you didn’t snap at them. You turned back to the equipment, waving him off.

“Apply pressure,“ You ordered, gathering the tools. "I’ll be back in a minute.”

He didn’t let up, looking over your shoulder at the tools you’d laid out. He tried to guess what you had in mind, hoping it wasn’t what he thought it was. The procedure was too experimental for even you to perform. Rarely were there unsuccessful cases. The warnings about the procedure blared in your mind, warning you not to do something you might regret.

Doing nothing would be your greatest regret. So you ignored his questions, continuing to do your job. Just as you were about to leave to begin the surgery, he grabbed your arm to stop you. The glare you sent his way was enough to wither away his doubts. He looked away nervously, gulping before speaking.

“You’re in no state to do this.” He tried reasoning with you, his hand reaching toward the equipment you held. You’d almost let him take it from you, almost let him do your job for you. You were ready to give up, to turn back time to a place where you were happy, where this had never happened.

But time always cursed you with the cruelest of fates.

So you did it anyway.

You did the surgery. You held her heart in your hands. Your hands are forever stained with her blood. Her pulse dully beeped through the room, resounding as it sped up. Alive, but just barely. Enough for her to live, enough for you to crumble too far.

Wanda watched as you collapsed onto the floor, doctors helping you to the side of the room to finish your job. She saw your hands shivering and shaking as you couldn’t stop staring at them. She heard everyone whispering about what you’d just done.

More than that, she heard you. Your screams, fears, doubts, and everything in between. Her hands clapped over her ears, needing to shut it out. Her knees collapsed under her weight, a scream escaping her lips. Fears blared at her as loud as her heartbeat in your head, one resounding more than the rest.

June 17, 2021

Thursday, 9:13

“You don’t think I would love you anymore.”

The words hung in the room, Wanda’s mouth dry at having said them. Her eyes were wide in shock, an astonished gasp leaving her. You cowered in fear of her reaction, hands retreating from her. She was quick to grasp them, bringing them up to her chest, watching you try to pull away.

“Can’t you tell how much I love you?“ She asked, clutching your hands to her heart. "Can you not tell by the sound of my voice? Can you not tell by the words that I speak to you?”

Her pleading struck a chord, and you swallowed the lump in your throat. Silence clouded the air, enough to suffocate you. Wanda’s breathing was loud and ragged as she struggled to come to terms with this realization. How could you even think she didn’t love you?

“Y/n, love,” She licked her lips, slowly turning you to face her. “look at me.”

“Darling, you saved my life,” Wanda said, a smile etching onto her face, her thumbs stroking your cheeks. Her eyes looked into your tear-filled ones. Your jaw clenched, relaxing quickly under her touch, the tight knot in your chest finally coming undone.

“I loved you before and I love you now.” She whispered, watching as your head fell onto her shoulder. She looked at you sympathetically as tears began to soak her shirt. You trembled as weeks of weight were finally taken off your shoulders, her hands coming up to soothe the pain.

“Nothing will ever change that,” Wanda murmured, lips meeting your hairline “I promise you.”

The promise murmured against your skin meant more than anything your mind could conjure up against it. Your body slumped against Wanda in exhaustion. She hoped you would say something, but you stayed there, needing this time with her.

She stayed with you, rubbing your back, murmuring sweet words in your ears, and occasionally kissing your hairline. Your breathing evened out, your muscles were relaxed, and your mind finally cleared. With a glance at the clock, she saw that visiting hours were almost over. The official word for her discharge wasn’t for another week or so, till then, you still had to sleep.

“Let’s get some sleep, yeah?” Wanda whispered against your hair, nodding to the nurse who came to inform you that you had to leave. She felt you move to look at the clock, sighing before nodding against her, moving to get up. She pecked your forehead one last time before letting you go.

“Yeah.” You agreed, blinking the bleariness out of your eyes. She placed her hand on your forearm, fingertips sending tingles up your arm. She rubbed it gently before letting you go, gazing at you with a fond smile.

“Oh, and Wands?” You turned around, smirking slightly. Her eyebrows furrowed, looking at you as she waited for you to continue. You placed your hand on her leg, patting it slightly, and your smile broadens.

“I love you too.”

“I know data.” Wanda smiled, wider than she could remember. A chuckle left her lips as color crawled up her cheeks, and she looked away from you bashfully. You smiled in turn, hoping, no, knowing that it all had to be okay now. You had her love, what else could you possibly need? 

A/N: Goddamn i really hope this was worth the wait, lemme know what you think. 

ps: There will be a prologue whenever I’m done with finals :))

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@marvels-writings do my eyes deceive me!!!! I’m about to go to bed but hopefully tomorrow or Thursday on my day off I shall be reading this but….OH MY GODDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!! I CANT WAIT!!!!! omg I’m speechless!!! 2 years!!!! I’m utterly shocked. Dude I would have waited double that, triple!! My god thank you so much, I can’t wait to read this later

EVERYONE PLEASE READ P1 THEN THIS!!

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thank you bestieeeeeee

and yes it is out!!

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Heartbeat | Part 1

Wanda Maximoff Masterlist

Part 2

Requested by @xxxtwilightaxelxxx :

Summary: Her heart was yours, but you’d never held it in your hands before. You never wanted to, but you had to save her, no matter what.

Word Count: 7.8k (worth your time)

A/N: It’s gonna be a tradition to release a masterpiece every year around this time. Last year it was crown, this year it’s Heartbeat, both are my best works. This one, please pay attention to the time stamps, enjoy!

June 8, 2021

Tuesday, 1:07

Grey light filtered through the jet windows, landing on the grim interior of the jet. The faint smell of disinfectant and cleaning supplies filled the air, mixing with the sounds from the comms near the front of the jet. The metal of it was cold against your back as you leaned against it, the pen scribbling in your notebook being the only sound in the room.

Your eyes were glued to the page, hardly paying attention to anything around you. The scribbling stopped for a few moments; you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, thinking. The side of your pen impatiently tapped the side of your notebook as you thought of the words to finish your poem.

It was not exactly poetry, per se; it was more of a small paragraph or two on something you were thinking of. There were many such rants, the notebook in your hands full of them. This one, in particular, you kept getting stuck on, finding it harder than anything to write about something so real and tangible rather than your dreams.

It happened every time you tried to write about Wanda instead of one of your dreams. Whenever you’d tried before, you got stuck on the words. Never had you dared to show her the poems you’d written about your relationship.

This one, you hoped, would be the exception.

“Dr. Y/l/n?”

Snapping out of your stupor, you looked up at the agent addressing you. He beckoned you over to the front of the jet, near the comms. They wore the same face you’d wear when you were about to deliver bad news. Almost as if he was about to tell you that your phone was lost in a fire; or something as trivial as you were hoping it would be.

Clinging onto the hope it would only be a mild inconvenience, you followed him, clutching your notebook tightly. All of the voices were mingling into one, each sounding the same distress you began to feel the longer you listened. None of the words could be made out, no matter how hard you tried. The agent changed some of the settings so you could make out their words.

“Wanda needs immediate medical attention,” Steve stated, his voice gritty over the comms.

Pants sounded over the speakers, heavy breathing mixing with the calls for medical attention. They all began blending into one again. Your hand gripped the back of the chair, fingers tightening around the metal. Your eyes widened as you tried to understand what they were saying so you knew what to do.

Scenarios and thoughts rampaged through your mind at the lack of a clear answer. As the chatter continued, your posture tensed, the muscles in your back hardening further until you snatched the comms from the agent.

“What’s going on?” You demanded, gripping the device tightly. You needed a clear answer. It wasn’t just so you could calm down, it was so you could prepare and help Wanda. Your job, not your love.

“She’s shot.”

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y’all part two is finally out!

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Ik it’s been a day since I posted the second part of heartbeat but easily my fav thing is seeing people mark the fic as “to read later” bc it’s so cute it’s like when you’re listening to your fav song and need to rewind it like “fuck this is good i dont have the time to pay attention to this tho”

idk i just find it cute and great, what do y’all think of the second part tho?

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Heartbeat | Part 2

Part 1

Wanda Maximoff Masterlist

Requested by @xxxtwilightaxelxxx :

Summary: Her heart was yours, but you’d never held it in your hands before. You never wanted to, but you had to save her, no matter what.

Word count: 4.9k (long and heartbreakingly good)

A/N: Impulsive decision to break the giant second part into this and a prologue to heal the damage this will cause. I know the wait for this has been well over 2 years and I do sincerely hope it was worth the wait ;)

June 17, 2021

Thursday, 8:56

Every forever felt temporary whenever it started. Though, you didn’t know if you were starting a forever or an ending. It felt like you were losing again, but this time it felt slower, dragged out. There wasn’t any immediacy to this goodbye, every touch, caress, every word spoken felt like it could be the last.

Paranoid was what Natasha told you. Healing was what Steve said. You just thought you were seeing the truth. It didn’t make sense to you why Wanda would want to stay with you, let alone be in a relationship with you, after what had happened.

She still smiled at you like you were the sun. She never failed to look happy whenever you came to visit her in the med bay, ignoring the reason why she was there. Her obliviousness to the looks the doctors gave you astounded you. They knew the lengths you had gone to just to keep her alive, you understood why they kept their distance.

But you couldn’t understand why Wanda didn’t.

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Heartbeat | Part 2

Part 1

Wanda Maximoff Masterlist

Requested by @xxxtwilightaxelxxx :

Summary: Her heart was yours, but you'd never held it in your hands before. You never wanted to, but you had to save her, no matter what.

Word count: 4.9k (long and heartbreakingly good)

A/N: Impulsive decision to break the giant second part into this and a prologue to heal the damage this will cause. I know the wait for this has been well over 2 years and I do sincerely hope it was worth the wait ;)

June 17, 2021

Thursday, 8:56

Every forever felt temporary whenever it started. Though, you didn't know if you were starting a forever or an ending. It felt like you were losing again, but this time it felt slower, dragged out. There wasn't any immediacy to this goodbye, every touch, caress, every word spoken felt like it could be the last.

Paranoid was what Natasha told you. Healing was what Steve said. You just thought you were seeing the truth. It didn't make sense to you why Wanda would want to stay with you, let alone be in a relationship with you, after what had happened.

She still smiled at you like you were the sun. She never failed to look happy whenever you came to visit her in the med bay, ignoring the reason why she was there. Her obliviousness to the looks the doctors gave you astounded you. They knew the lengths you had gone to just to keep her alive, you understood why they kept their distance.

But you couldn't understand why Wanda didn't.

You weren't complaining about it. You'd convinced yourself that her affections were fleeting; here now, but gone in a few months. You thought she was slipping through your fingers like sand, so you clenched your fist, holding on as tight as you could, just until everything was gone.

What you had now, it almost felt like normal. You brought her breakfast almost every day, eating it with her in the hospital room. She'd persuaded you to bring yourself something to eat as well, or at least eat with her. You were finally able to swallow the food which tasted like sandpaper to you.

If you could, you'd spend the entire day with her, even if you weren't doing anything. The visiting hours allowed you to stay for the better part of the day, but you still had to go back to your shared room and stare at the memories adorning the walls. The smiles were long faded, a faint memoir of a past you thought destroyed.

Wanda's smile didn't fade in your presence, never once did she falter in her facade to hide her worry. She would never tell you how much pain she saw every time she looked at you. She couldn't tell you that she felt your nightmares night after night, that she could see your pain despite all your attempts to hide it from her.

She pried every time you were around, trying to get an answer from you. But you deflected her questions every time with a smile that looked more and more like a grimace. You never attempted to answer her questions, distracting her with the first thing you could find.

Her gaze followed you balancing a tray of croissants in one hand and a glass of water in the other. You gave her a dazzling smile as you placed them down on the table. Your hand reached to pull the covers up on her lap, doing every small thing to make her more comfortable.

"Need anything?" You asked, your smile settling into an eerie type of comfort. She tensed even further under it, shrugging and patting the space next to her. Her eyes held a fake joy, the corners of her lips going through the motions.

"Nope, can we." Wanda began, clearing her throat as you sat down next to her. Your gaze was fixed on the pastries you'd brought in, waiting for her to decide which one she wanted before you began. She sighed and move the tray to the bedside table, turning your attention towards her.

"Can we talk for a bit?"

Your eyes widened, and you shifted in your seat, licking your lip as nightmares ran through your head. Words, insults, and taunts rampaged through all sense you had. Her eyes were all but burning in your very soul, you swallowed drily, trying in vain to paint a smile for her.

"Sure." you smiled, the false happiness reaching just short of your eyes. Apologies were just short of flowing from your lips. You played with your fingers, scratching the edges of your fingernails, ripping the skin there. Her hand placed itself on yours, your heart skipping a beat.

“Are you," Wanda hesitated, her hand drawing away from yours. "-is everything okay?”

"Yeah, I'm fine." You answered, your smile never faltered, your response just a little too quick. Her lips pursed tightly in a smile, the look on her face telling you she didn't believe you. You licked your lips, looking for something to take her attention anywhere else but you.

"See, you say that," She said, a timid smile crawling onto her face, her hand sliding on your leg ", but you don't act like it."

"For a mind reader, I think you might be a lil off." You replied, a sarcastic smile twisting the corner of your lips. Hoping you gained her amusement, you turned your attention back to the pastries. They jostled slightly in the tray, your fingers running over the edges of the pastries.

You were rummaging through your mind to try to remember which one of them Wanda liked best so you could eat the other ones. In retrospect, you didn't have to bring this many, you just couldn't remember what she liked, too far gone in your head.

Wanda frowned, her eyebrow raising as you took your attention away from her again. A smile ghosted her face when she saw your indecision about the pastries. You always let her pick first, even if she chose the last chocolate cookie, you'd settle with a plain shortbread just to see her smile.

"You need to talk about it."

You pursed your lips, putting the tray aside to turn to her. Wanda looked up at you through her eyelashes, the blazing greens glaring into you. Clenching your jaw, you looked aside, simply shrugging and turning your attention away from her again, deciding your restless hands were more interesting.

"I don't want to." You shrugged, shifting your attention away from her again. Slipping your phone out of your pocket, you quickly checked the time, putting it away just as quickly. You knew just as well as Wanda that you didn't even read the time.

"Why not?" Wanda pressed, her voice raising to bring your attention back to her. Your gaze snapped up to her, your eyebrow raised a little, your jaw clenched tightly, your eyes pleading with her not to press. Your fears smoothed away just as quickly, a false smile taking over your features once again, a frown falling on hers.

Your eyes kept flitting to the scar on her chest. The hospital gown did nothing to cover it up, the v-line cut of the neck exposing the agitated skin. You gulped, immediately looking away from it and back to her face. Putting on another fake smile, you shrugged.

"I don't wanna talk about it is all," You said, licking your lips again, reaching towards the tray of pastries and taking your favorite one. Smiling at her, you hoped you didn't pick the one she had wanted before offering the tray to her and rambling about something you'd found interesting a few days ago.

Her eyes traced your form as you continued talking, the corners of your lips twisting into fake amusement, your eyes looking everywhere but her. Your fingers traced the edges of the pastry in your hand, never bringing it close to your mouth. Using it as a prop, you smiled and tried to distract her, putting on the brightest smile you could muster, clenching your jaw all the while.

"Don't do that," Wanda broke off your ramble, placing her hand over yours, you raised an eyebrow at her interruption. "just, talk to me."

She gave you a timid smile, hoping your facade would melt. Your jaw clenched tighter, and you set down the prop in your hands, refusing to glance her way. Your silence was itching at her, her fingers scratched through her scalp, a tired sigh leaving her lips as she started to fill the silence.

"I know, I know you're scared that you didn't do enough, but you did..." She continued rambling, her hands repeatedly running through her hair, breaking through any knots along the way. Her voice started to raise, her eyes darting around the room and looking at you almost desperately. Your silence was corrosive to her.

You bit the inside of your cheek, never jumping in when she expected a response from you, avoiding her gaze. Wanda's hand met the side of your cheek, bringing you back to look at her. You slid away from her touch, almost flinching at it.

“Don’t you think you’ve done enough?” Wanda asked you, her voice soft and pleading. Her hand traced over the back of yours, fingers gingerly dancing over the back of your knuckles before encompassing your hand in hers. Her nails scraped against your skin as you took in a sharp breath.

You saw her wince at the action, biting the inside of your cheek instead. Your focus shifted to her eyes, to how intently she was observing you, you bit down harder. Blood began to fill your mouth, your head tilted to the side, and the bones in your neck cracked sharply. She winced at the sound, noticing your other hand clutch the side of the bed with a death grip. Your knuckles turning white.

"Y/n, please," She begged, tilting her head to catch your gaze while your eyes locked onto the scar across her chest, her fingers on your hand grounding you to her voice. "talk to me."

"Let me in."

Your eyes snapped up to hers, your emotions exploding at your throat, close to clawing their way out in the form of words, shouts, and screams. You clenched your jaw tightly, copper taste flooding your mouth, your eyes locked onto hers. You wanted to see distrust, anger, anything but the way she was looking at you now.

You took in a deep breath, leaning your head back, and relaxing your neck before looking back at her. Eyebrow raised, you looked to her for an explanation. Her fingers enclosed into a soft fist before relaxing again, small red wisps floating at the tips of her fingers.

Oh.

She wants to be in your head.

Your jaw clenched, muscles tensing, your breathing becoming labored and shallow. You almost shot up from your seat, her hand held loosely in your grip, fingers running gently over your knuckles. Looping, tracing, circling patterns over your skin, grounding you to her. 

"What if," you cleared your throat, "you don't like what you see?"

"It doesn't matter," She smiled, fingers tapping your knuckles. "I want to see you."

 A nervous smile lined her lips, a faint grimace on yours, your shoulders tensed up further, a dull ache at the base of your neck as your head hunched forwards uncomfortably. Your bottom lip caught between your teeth, your eyes looking everywhere but her. Her fingers tap a constant rhythm on your knuckles.

One

Two

Three

One, two, three, four.

Your head fell against her shoulder, your surrender is heavy on her. Her surprise fades, her hands coming up to the edges of your shoulders, fingers tracing along your spine. A gentle smile on her face as your weight rested against her. Her hand slid up to your head, your smile never faltering as magic entered your thoughts.

Wanda felt your grief twisting in her gut, weighing down her heart, fogging her mind. Her head swayed as she tried to ground herself, eyes focusing on the view just outside the window. The metal floor was cold under her feet, the air smelt clear and pristine.

The quinjet.

The clock in the corner read the day and time clear as day, but she didn't need to know.

June 8, 2021

Tuesday, 1:07

She gulped, knowing what was to happen all too well. It wasn't just the sight you'd shared with her, it was your thoughts, your feelings, your entire being. Wanda could feel everything you were and hear all that you were thinking.

Maybe she'd finally understand your guilt.

"Wanda needs immediate medical attention," Steve stated, his voice gritty over the comms.

Pants sounded over the speakers, heavy breathing mixing with the calls for medical attention. They all began blending into one again. Your hand gripped the back of the chair, fingers tightening around the metal. Your eyes widened as you tried to understand what they were saying so you knew what to do.

Scenarios and thoughts rampaged through your mind at the lack of a clear answer. As the chatter continued, your posture tensed, the muscles in your back hardening further until you snatched the device from the agent.

"What's going on?" You demanded, gripping the device tightly. You needed a clear answer. It wasn't just so you could calm down, it was so you could prepare and help Wanda. Your job, not your love.

"She's shot."

It repeated itself in your mind. She's shot. A bullet is in her. A bullet that could kill her. Your job was to save her, no matter what. Letting her die wasn't a mistake you could make. Neither for your job nor for yourself. Living with that mistake couldn't be a possibility.

No matter what.

"Get her into the jet, now." You ordered, letting the device clatter onto the ground. Releasing the chair from your knuckle-white grip, you stalked over to the equipment.

Forcing your thoughts to quiet, you prepared the equipment. Your hands going through the motions they had gone through before, but trembling slightly. You looked through every piece of equipment, putting on gloves and ordering the others to get her to you.

While getting the gurney ready, one of them knocked over the notebook you'd set down near the benches. You'd forgotten you'd let go of it, watching it hit the ground, but not finding it in yourself to care enough to pick it back up. The ground was where it remained as others trampled over it.

Instead, you began to order the rest of your team to get everything prepared. Your voice rang throughout the room as orders were obeyed. Everything was prepared in a matter of minutes. All of them glanced towards you in fear, scared of what you might do if they disobeyed. The anger in your eyes underlined with desperation they hadn't seen before.

The orders ceased as the gurney was rolled into the jet, and set into place for you to operate. But you were frozen as you stared at her, at the blood. So much blood. It ran in small streams above her suit, dripping down onto the floor, staining every surface.

“Go grab the first aid kit," You demanded, moving forward to try to stop the bleeding. "and be quick!”

Your hands covered the wound on her chest, collected into a fist as you attempted to stop the bleeding. Streams of it trickled down the sides of your hands and onto the floor, dripping onto your shoes. Blood was just red, nothing more, nothing less.

“Can I have one last kiss?” Wanda croaked, distracting you from the red covering your hands. You wanted to scold her, tell her to be serious. But when you turned to face her, you didn't see the humor. you saw fear. Fear etched across her features as she looked at you.

She was terrified.

Scared she was going to leave when she wasn't near ready, not near done with this life. You would do everything to get her to stay, but fear seeps in any way, despite everything we do. Fear like this, sinking into your very soul, can't be stopped.

You tried to stop it anyway, ignoring her fears and your own. Your hands pushed harder onto the wound, trying to stop the blood, the red from flowing everywhere. You knew there were about 5 pints of blood in everyone's bodies. Seeing it like that brought to light just how much red it was.

“I don’t think she has much longer," Someone whispered to you, watching you turn to face them. "you should say your goodbyes while she’s still with us.”

Goodbyes.

She wasn't leaving you, why would you be saying goodbye?

You wouldn't let her go like this, not now, not ever. you stared at him, incredulous. Your hands were clenching tighter on her wound, your eyes narrowing at him. How dare he suggest that? Even bring up the mere possibility of it?

Before you could react, Wanda shakily rested her hand on top of yours, bringing your gaze to her. Her fingers were cold, stained with red as they were placed on top of yours. Your eyes were fixed on her left hand, where her engagement ring should be.

You couldn't bring yourself to look at her face, to meet her eyes. Her fear wasn't why you couldn't look at her, but rather her despondence. Rather the possibility a part of her might have given up before you did. She still asked you to, her finger tapping the back of your hand.

“Please look at me, we still can fix it!” Wanda spoke, smiling for you. Her smile put on a mask, a see-through mask for what she was hiding. She could hide her fear from everyone, everyone but you, who saw through her mask as if it was glass.

You could only give her a weak node in response, trying to put on a mask for her. All you could offer was a weak grimace. Licking your lips, you pushed harder on the wound, wincing when she groaned in pain. You ordered someone else to keep the pressure on the wound, watching as they pushed even harder, convincing yourself it had to be done when she jerked in the pain they caused her.

It was harder to convince yourself that this was your job when she looked at you again when her hand reached out for yours as you moved away. The look in her eyes was one sure to haunt you, for you were too used to seeing her emerald eyes in the bright light of happiness than the grey air of fear.

Wanda still tried to hide everything from you, even though she knew it wasn't working. Your thoughts were so loud, she could almost feel how scared you were. There was nothing she could do to stop you from feeling scared. She wanted to hold you, tell you everything would be alright.

But she was terrified.

"I'm scared of leaving," Wanda whispered, letting the words fall off of her lips. Your attention turned from the equipment to her. Your jaw clenched tightly, your hand clasping hers tightly. The glove you wore kept her skin from touching yours.

"I won't let you leave then." You promised, squeezing her hand tightly. She could feel it when your fingers stroked her knuckles, providing the most comfort you could. A weak smile covered her face at your words. you'd always known just what to say.

But nothing you could do could keep her eyes from closing.

"You can't leave me." You pleaded, ready to beg, to do anything to keep her with you. None of it would help as her eyes began to close shut, despite her vain attempts to keep them open, to stay with you. She hadn't promised you forever yet, you might be too late to ask her.

You wanted to save her, to keep her with you, but there wasn't anything you could do. The equipment was being prepared, and the doctors rushed to get everything ready. So much happening around you, but you stood there, frozen.

“If I never see you again," Wanda whispered, licking her lips dryly. Her eyes fluttered shut, green orbs hidden behind shrouds of darkness. You looked back at her, unable to pay attention to anything except her words.

Never?

Why would she say that?

She was going to see you again. You would have your date on the roof and then go to bed together. You would kiss her forehead just before she went to sleep because it made her feel safe. Everything was going to be alright. It had to be.

"just know that I love you so, so much…" Her words faded into silence as her eyes began to slip shut. It was taking too much out of her to keep them open, even to see you just before she left. Maybe she was going to leave, but she needed you to know how much you meant to her.

She's told you thousands of times, one more time wouldn't hurt.

Breaking out of your trance, you snapped away from your spot, trying to shake her awake. It wasn't working. Her heart rate was dropping. More blood was coming out of her wound. The color drained from her face. She already looked dead.

“Wake up, wake up!" You shouted, hands slapping against her face. "No no no, don’t do this to me!”

No response.

The gloves left red marks on her cheeks, trailing down her neck to under her shirt. Her hair was beaded with red droplets, sticking to the sheen of sweat on her face. The heart monitor pinged dully, barely signaling she was still alive. She was still with you, you needed her that way.

"What now?"

How you wished you knew. All you had to fall back on were procedures drilled into you. None of them had a chance of working though. They seemed to notice that when you didn't respond. They watched you stand frozen, any semblance of hope dying with her.

Hope was all you'd always had. Now more than ever, you'd been hoping she'd make it through. Hoping you could save her. But hope wasn't enough for her, or you. She was dying.

One gave up hope, detaching the equipment you had put in. Sliding the IV and the heart monitor out of her skin before you'd given him permission to. Your eyes snapped to him, widening when you saw his actions.

“What are you doing to her?! Stop! Stop!!" You shouted frantically, snatching the equipment from him to put it back in. The doctor jumped back in surprise, confusion clouding his features. He didn't understand why you would try to save her even though he'd already given up.

"What the fuck were you-" You snapped, breaking mid-sentence.

The alarms blared at you. The lights turned red. The heart monitor beat irregularly. She's seizing. Blood dripping on the floor. It was the last step before she left you. And all you could do was stand there, helpless. Helpless as they began to do their job, your job.

“She’s seizing!"

Helpless as her body jerked off the table, watching as the heart monitor began crashing. Helplessly froze as her blood dripped onto the ground. You wanted to help, but what could you do? Everything you knew, everything you'd dedicated your life to studying was in the back of your mind, useless.

Almost useless, there was something you hadn't tried.

"Get her heartbeat stable and use morphine near the wound." You ordered, moving towards the back of the jet to find the equipment. They stood in confusion for a little while, moving into action soon after. Nervous glances followed you as you began gathering your things.

Listing off all of the equipment in your head, you set off a small pile on the counter. You ignored the way your hands trembled as you placed each of them down. One of them ignored your orders, instead choosing to ask you about your intentions.

"What are you planning?" He asked, watching you gather everything. Your eyes flitted from him to the heart monitor. Her heartbeat was stable again, but the blood was still dripping. The sound echoed in your ears, mixing with the pinging of the heart monitor, drowning out his voice.

You ignored his questions, instead choosing to stare at the doctors injecting the morphine. They glanced at you nervously while doing so, sighing in relief when you didn't snap at them. You turned back to the equipment, waving him off.

“Apply pressure," You ordered, gathering the tools. "I’ll be back in a minute."

He didn't let up, looking over your shoulder at the tools you'd laid out. He tried to guess what you had in mind, hoping it wasn't what he thought it was. The procedure was too experimental for even you to perform. Rarely were there unsuccessful cases. The warnings about the procedure blared in your mind, warning you not to do something you might regret.

Doing nothing would be your greatest regret. So you ignored his questions, continuing to do your job. Just as you were about to leave to begin the surgery, he grabbed your arm to stop you. The glare you sent his way was enough to wither away his doubts. He looked away nervously, gulping before speaking.

"You're in no state to do this." He tried reasoning with you, his hand reaching toward the equipment you held. You'd almost let him take it from you, almost let him do your job for you. You were ready to give up, to turn back time to a place where you were happy, where this had never happened.

But time always cursed you with the cruelest of fates.

So you did it anyway.

You did the surgery. You held her heart in your hands. Your hands are forever stained with her blood. Her pulse dully beeped through the room, resounding as it sped up. Alive, but just barely. Enough for her to live, enough for you to crumble too far.

Wanda watched as you collapsed onto the floor, doctors helping you to the side of the room to finish your job. She saw your hands shivering and shaking as you couldn't stop staring at them. She heard everyone whispering about what you'd just done.

More than that, she heard you. Your screams, fears, doubts, and everything in between. Her hands clapped over her ears, needing to shut it out. Her knees collapsed under her weight, a scream escaping her lips. Fears blared at her as loud as her heartbeat in your head, one resounding more than the rest.

June 17, 2021

Thursday, 9:13

"You don't think I would love you anymore."

The words hung in the room, Wanda's mouth dry at having said them. Her eyes were wide in shock, an astonished gasp leaving her. You cowered in fear of her reaction, hands retreating from her. She was quick to grasp them, bringing them up to her chest, watching you try to pull away.

“Can’t you tell how much I love you?" She asked, clutching your hands to her heart. "Can you not tell by the sound of my voice? Can you not tell by the words that I speak to you?"

Her pleading struck a chord, and you swallowed the lump in your throat. Silence clouded the air, enough to suffocate you. Wanda's breathing was loud and ragged as she struggled to come to terms with this realization. How could you even think she didn't love you?

"Y/n, love," She licked her lips, slowly turning you to face her. "look at me."

"Darling, you saved my life," Wanda said, a smile etching onto her face, her thumbs stroking your cheeks. Her eyes looked into your tear-filled ones. Your jaw clenched, relaxing quickly under her touch, the tight knot in your chest finally coming undone.

"I loved you before and I love you now." She whispered, watching as your head fell onto her shoulder. She looked at you sympathetically as tears began to soak her shirt. You trembled as weeks of weight were finally taken off your shoulders, her hands coming up to soothe the pain.

"Nothing will ever change that," Wanda murmured, lips meeting your hairline "I promise you."

The promise murmured against your skin meant more than anything your mind could conjure up against it. Your body slumped against Wanda in exhaustion. She hoped you would say something, but you stayed there, needing this time with her.

She stayed with you, rubbing your back, murmuring sweet words in your ears, and occasionally kissing your hairline. Your breathing evened out, your muscles were relaxed, and your mind finally cleared. With a glance at the clock, she saw that visiting hours were almost over. The official word for her discharge wasn't for another week or so, till then, you still had to sleep.

"Let's get some sleep, yeah?" Wanda whispered against your hair, nodding to the nurse who came to inform you that you had to leave. She felt you move to look at the clock, sighing before nodding against her, moving to get up. She pecked your forehead one last time before letting you go.

"Yeah." You agreed, blinking the bleariness out of your eyes. She placed her hand on your forearm, fingertips sending tingles up your arm. She rubbed it gently before letting you go, gazing at you with a fond smile.

"Oh, and Wands?" You turned around, smirking slightly. Her eyebrows furrowed, looking at you as she waited for you to continue. You placed your hand on her leg, patting it slightly, and your smile broadens.

"I love you too."

"I know data." Wanda smiled, wider than she could remember. A chuckle left her lips as color crawled up her cheeks, and she looked away from you bashfully. You smiled in turn, hoping, no, knowing that it all had to be okay now. You had her love, what else could you possibly need? 

A/N: Goddamn i really hope this was worth the wait, lemme know what you think. 

ps: There will be a prologue whenever I’m done with finals :))

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https://www.tumblr.com/marvels-writings/720010411542560768/what-is-happening?source=share

Hey nice to see you back!

First of all, nice to see another Indian writer here

Second of all, I think POC is for any nonwhite person and BIPOC is for Black and Indigenous colour people?( Indigenous meaning people who originated from a particular place, I think?)

Hey!!

dude it's so nice to see more indian writers on here

and yea i understand the terminology i just dont understand why there's so much hate around it atm? like i've seen loads of fanfic writers post stuff about them getting threats in their inbox and stuff regarding inclusivity but just like, why?

[marvels-writings]

What is happening

Hi, so ik I haven't written in ages because I have really important finals going on and this year has been really busy (and kinda shit at times) but I have been on tumblr pretty regularly because of the amazing writers and the even better fanfiction

So can someone pLease explain to me the discourse around POC writers and BIPOC writers. As a POC writer (I'm indian ✌🏽) reading some of the posts is honestly disgusting but I want to know how/where this all started and just information on what's going on bc I've been reading loads of threads and I'm still confused

I was always under the impression that Tumblr was a fairly open space for all writers and inclusivity was almost taken for granted, apart from a few writers accidentally writing something that was coded specificially to a certain type (white, small frame, thin hair) but I always assumed that was because the person was unaware, I did not know it was intentional.

Can someone please exPLAIN to me why people are so angry about writers being asked for more inclusivity in their writing????

anyone feel free to DM me or just add reblogs/comments to this post

[marvels-writings]

Note

based on the recent news about fanfic being fed to AI, this is my official disclaimer that i do NOT allow any of my works to be fed to AI to create new content.

There are plenty of reasons why I'm against that, but if you want a detailed explanation, go read Roald Dahl's The Great Automatic Grammatizator

If that doesn't persuade you not to feed fanfiction into AI such as ChatGPT, dm me and I'll be more than happy to explain it to you why.

Do not feed any of my work, please.

[marvels-writings]

AO3 posting

k so i am gonna start posting some fics on AO3, this is just a warning post incase y'all see it on there adn think it's someone reposting

to repeat: reposting of my works without my permission is not allowed

it's jsut me reposting on my account this time

I'm gonna go with chronological order (aka worst fics first) just so i dont confused myself and post the same thing multiple times. and i am NOT posting unfinished series on there (i dont wanna deal with commentors asking for an update on another medium)

my account: marvels_x_reader_writings

again: if you see ANYTHING that isn't frmo this account, let me know

love y'all xx

-MYC

[marvels-writings]

the sheer temptation to write a yelena fic based off of jade lemac's Aimed to Kill before i publish Heartbeat 2 is unrivaled

[marvels-writings]

@AARON-DESPAIR'S BIRTHDAY

[aaron-despair]

Omg you did not just- I'm scared now💀

...

Thank you🥺👉👈❤️❤️

[marvels-writings]

yes i had AND IM HERE AGAINNNNNNN

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @aaron-despair!!!!!!