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[loverwrites]

Eyes for her

Pairing: Modern!Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Warnings: gaslighting, slight mentions of cheating, angst NOT EDITED

Summary: Natasha’s deepest fears get the best of her.

Main Masterlist

“I really don’t want to do this with you right now,” you sigh kicking off your wet boots and soaked coat. Shaking the rain droplets off your umbrella just outside your door before resting it on the floor.

“Why the hell not, huh? You don’t think we should talk about how fuckin messed up that was?” Natasha’s voice is urging you to fight back, begging for you to raise your voice the same level she raises hers.

“How was I supposed to control how she fuckin acts when she’s obviously drunk? In what world would I have control over her actions?”

You almost flinch at the sounds of her loud scoff. You watch as her arms raise and drop in disbelief. She rolls her eyes when you make no move to correct yourself.

Admit that you had let another woman rub herself against you and whisper drunken things in your ear with Natasha watching, even as a sick joke.

Admit that you laugh at her jokes and sometimes find yourself smiling whenever she was around.

Of course it had only been in a friendly way. You only and always have had eyes for Natalia Alianovna Romanova.

It’s quiet, for only a minute, it’s silent but the rain outside is loud. Sounds of heavy rain outside and careful cars driving through the wet streets.

Her hair is wet, straight hair has now turned into small, curly waves. Her nose is pink from the icy cold, you knew if you were to touch her hands her fingertips would feel like ice. She always ran cold, it’s what you love about her. Her coat is hanging off a dining chair. Her light grey turtleneck compliments her pale skin. She’s beautiful even when she’s angry.

“I can’t believe you.” She blinks away the tears before you had the chance to notice them. She’s letting her anger take over.

“What, Natalia? What can’t you believe?” You hiss, scolding her like a child that had left the gas on in the kitchen.

You don’t even notice the way you use her real name.

The girl in front of you does. She picks up on how mad you are, clueless, and blind.

“You literally can’t even see it!”

You scoff at her words, wishing she could just spit it out. “Just say it. I obviously don’t have a fuckin clue what we are talking about here!”

“She’s in love you with you!” She screams, there is a vein that appears on the side of her neck when she exclaims it. Once again her eyes are tearing up and she can barely see.

“Now you’re the one being unbelievable.”

“No I’m not.”

“Yes! You’re crazy for thinking that!”

“No I’m not! I’m not unbelievable and I’m not crazy,” she paused, she knew if she has another word without stopping her voice would crack. “You’re so fuckin blind, Y/N!”

Your stomach sinks when she uses your first name instead of baby. There’s no room for you to react that way. You had called her by her first name as well. Before you give it much thought you open your mouth to protest but Natasha is quick to speak again.

“Don’t come up with some bullshit saying she’s just your friend. You may be her friend and think of her as nothing but a friend, but remember. I was that friend.” Natasha points to herself, memories of the first few weeks the two of you had gotten to know each other came back to you.

“I was the friend that fell in love with you! I was the one that flirted with you and got drunk so you could take care of me. I did everything so I could have your attention. I was the friend in love with you!”

-

“Hey stranger, missed you last week.” Natasha’s face lit up when she saw you walk toward the small bar entrance. “What’s wrong?”

“Ahh I know. My girl had some thing with her parents.” You explain with a playful scared look while you slide into the booth she’s sitting at. Reaching over to give her a small hug, Natasha held on for a just a second too long but of course you brushed it off.

“Parents? You guys are that serious?” Her nerves get the best of her as Natasha bites the tip of her straw, drink half full.

Your eyes unlock with hers as you flag down a waitress. Without wasting any time you order yourself a vodka tonic.

“That bad?” Natasha jokes.

You laugh loudly at her joke before sighing deeply. “Um I- I don’t really know if it’s gonna work out between me and her.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.” Natasha is sincere with her apology, but there’s a small fraction of her that is hopeful.

“Are you?”

Natasha’s eyes widen in shock. Natasha stumbles to come up with words when you continue to look at her with raised eyebrows.

“Y-yes I’m sorry. She’s your girlfriend and if that’s not working out then I’m sorry. I want you happy because I’m your friend.”

Natasha hates every word that fell from her mouth. No she wasn’t entirely sorry to hear things were working out because she wanted you all for herself.

“It’s a bit funny cause she thinks you like me. Always going off about ‘Natasha likes you and fucking hates me cause I’m with you’.”

“I don’t hate her.” It’s true. Natasha doesn’t hate her, sure she’s jealous, but hate is such a strong word.

“But you like me?”

“Yes. Wait! No- I mean- fuck. I’m sorry.” Natasha shuts herself up by chugging the rest of her drink.

“But that’s not the problem... the problem is I like you back.”

-

“Remember?” Her voice cracks and it breaks your heart.

Your eyes meet hers and now is the time you take to look at your wife.

Anger has faded and merged into hurt. She took your silence as your confession, that you had fell out of love with her. That you were going to have the same conversation you had with your ex with her.

“Baby,” you call softly, reaching over to hug her, reaching to comfort her. Hold her in your arms and tell that you only love her and you’re sorry.

“No, don’t touch me.” She grits out with tears sliding down her cheek, flinching away from your touch as if you had burned her.

“Baby, let me explain.” You choke out, trying your best to ignore the pain in your heart when Natasha refused to let her guard down.

Poor choice of words.

“I’m leaving.”

“Don’t leave. It’s wet out. They said that the rain is coming back.” You beg softly. You don’t know why you’re not crying. You should be, but your eyes are dry.

“From the bottom of my heart, Y/N, fuck you.”

“Nat. Stop. Stop that. You don’t mean that. Just go to the room I’ll take the couch. Just don’t drive. It’s not safe.”

“No, seriously. I don’t know why I thought I was special. You’re never going to change. You will always go onto the next girl who falls for you. I am so stupid thinking you can truly love me, let alone one person.”

That’s not true, you love only one person. You only have eyes for your wife, Natalia Alianovna Romanova. Only problem is you don’t have a good way of proving it.

[loverwrites]

Eyes for her

Pairing: Modern!Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Warnings: gaslighting, slight mentions of cheating, angst NOT EDITED

Summary: Natasha’s deepest fears get the best of her.

Main Masterlist

“I really don’t want to do this with you right now,” you sigh kicking off your wet boots and soaked coat. Shaking the rain droplets off your umbrella just outside your door before resting it on the floor.

“Why the hell not, huh? You don’t think we should talk about how fuckin messed up that was?” Natasha’s voice is urging you to fight back, begging for you to raise your voice the same level she raises hers.

“How was I supposed to control how she fuckin acts when she’s obviously drunk? In what world would I have control over her actions?”

You almost flinch at the sounds of her loud scoff. You watch as her arms raise and drop in disbelief. She rolls her eyes when you make no move to correct yourself.

Admit that you had let another woman rub herself against you and whisper drunken things in your ear with Natasha watching, even as a sick joke.

Admit that you laugh at her jokes and sometimes find yourself smiling whenever she was around.

Of course it had only been in a friendly way. You only and always have had eyes for Natalia Alianovna Romanova.

It’s quiet, for only a minute, it’s silent but the rain outside is loud. Sounds of heavy rain outside and careful cars driving through the wet streets.

Her hair is wet, straight hair has now turned into small, curly waves. Her nose is pink from the icy cold, you knew if you were to touch her hands her fingertips would feel like ice. She always ran cold, it’s what you love about her. Her coat is hanging off a dining chair. Her light grey turtleneck compliments her pale skin. She’s beautiful even when she’s angry.

“I can’t believe you.” She blinks away the tears before you had the chance to notice them. She’s letting her anger take over.

“What, Natalia? What can’t you believe?” You hiss, scolding her like a child that had left the gas on in the kitchen.

You don’t even notice the way you use her real name.

The girl in front of you does. She picks up on how mad you are, clueless, and blind.

“You literally can’t even see it!”

You scoff at her words, wishing she could just spit it out. “Just say it. I obviously don’t have a fuckin clue what we are talking about here!”

“She’s in love you with you!” She screams, there is a vein that appears on the side of her neck when she exclaims it. Once again her eyes are tearing up and she can barely see.

“Now you’re the one being unbelievable.”

“No I’m not.”

“Yes! You’re crazy for thinking that!”

“No I’m not! I’m not unbelievable and I’m not crazy,” she paused, she knew if she has another word without stopping her voice would crack. “You’re so fuckin blind, Y/N!”

Your stomach sinks when she uses your first name instead of baby. There’s no room for you to react that way. You had called her by her first name as well. Before you give it much thought you open your mouth to protest but Natasha is quick to speak again.

“Don’t come up with some bullshit saying she’s just your friend. You may be her friend and think of her as nothing but a friend, but remember. I was that friend.” Natasha points to herself, memories of the first few weeks the two of you had gotten to know each other came back to you.

“I was the friend that fell in love with you! I was the one that flirted with you and got drunk so you could take care of me. I did everything so I could have your attention. I was the friend in love with you!”

-

“Hey stranger, missed you last week.” Natasha’s face lit up when she saw you walk toward the small bar entrance. “What’s wrong?”

“Ahh I know. My girl had some thing with her parents.” You explain with a playful scared look while you slide into the booth she’s sitting at. Reaching over to give her a small hug, Natasha held on for a just a second too long but of course you brushed it off.

“Parents? You guys are that serious?” Her nerves get the best of her as Natasha bites the tip of her straw, drink half full.

Your eyes unlock with hers as you flag down a waitress. Without wasting any time you order yourself a vodka tonic.

“That bad?” Natasha jokes.

You laugh loudly at her joke before sighing deeply. “Um I- I don’t really know if it’s gonna work out between me and her.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.” Natasha is sincere with her apology, but there’s a small fraction of her that is hopeful.

“Are you?”

Natasha’s eyes widen in shock. Natasha stumbles to come up with words when you continue to look at her with raised eyebrows.

“Y-yes I’m sorry. She’s your girlfriend and if that’s not working out then I’m sorry. I want you happy because I’m your friend.”

Natasha hates every word that fell from her mouth. No she wasn’t entirely sorry to hear things were working out because she wanted you all for herself.

“It’s a bit funny cause she thinks you like me. Always going off about ‘Natasha likes you and fucking hates me cause I’m with you’.”

“I don’t hate her.” It’s true. Natasha doesn’t hate her, sure she’s jealous, but hate is such a strong word.

“But you like me?”

“Yes. Wait! No- I mean- fuck. I’m sorry.” Natasha shuts herself up by chugging the rest of her drink.

“But that’s not the problem... the problem is I like you back.”

-

“Remember?” Her voice cracks and it breaks your heart.

Your eyes meet hers and now is the time you take to look at your wife.

Anger has faded and merged into hurt. She took your silence as your confession, that you had fell out of love with her. That you were going to have the same conversation you had with your ex with her.

“Baby,” you call softly, reaching over to hug her, reaching to comfort her. Hold her in your arms and tell that you only love her and you’re sorry.

“No, don’t touch me.” She grits out with tears sliding down her cheek, flinching away from your touch as if you had burned her.

“Baby, let me explain.” You choke out, trying your best to ignore the pain in your heart when Natasha refused to let her guard down.

Poor choice of words.

“I’m leaving.”

“Don’t leave. It’s wet out. They said that the rain is coming back.” You beg softly. You don’t know why you’re not crying. You should be, but your eyes are dry.

“From the bottom of my heart, Y/N, fuck you.”

“Nat. Stop. Stop that. You don’t mean that. Just go to the room I’ll take the couch. Just don’t drive. It’s not safe.”

“No, seriously. I don’t know why I thought I was special. You’re never going to change. You will always go onto the next girl who falls for you. I am so stupid thinking you can truly love me, let alone one person.”

That’s not true, you love only one person. You only have eyes for your wife, Natalia Alianovna Romanova. Only problem is you don’t have a good way of proving it.

[loverwrites]

Eyes for her

Pairing: Modern!Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Warnings: gaslighting, slight mentions of cheating, angst NOT EDITED

Summary: Natasha’s deepest fears get the best of her.

Main Masterlist

“I really don’t want to do this with you right now,” you sigh kicking off your wet boots and soaked coat. Shaking the rain droplets off your umbrella just outside your door before resting it on the floor.

“Why the hell not, huh? You don’t think we should talk about how fuckin messed up that was?” Natasha’s voice is urging you to fight back, begging for you to raise your voice the same level she raises hers.

“How was I supposed to control how she fuckin acts when she’s obviously drunk? In what world would I have control over her actions?”

You almost flinch at the sounds of her loud scoff. You watch as her arms raise and drop in disbelief. She rolls her eyes when you make no move to correct yourself.

Admit that you had let another woman rub herself against you and whisper drunken things in your ear with Natasha watching, even as a sick joke.

Admit that you laugh at her jokes and sometimes find yourself smiling whenever she was around.

Of course it had only been in a friendly way. You only and always have had eyes for Natalia Alianovna Romanova.

It’s quiet, for only a minute, it’s silent but the rain outside is loud. Sounds of heavy rain outside and careful cars driving through the wet streets.

Her hair is wet, straight hair has now turned into small, curly waves. Her nose is pink from the icy cold, you knew if you were to touch her hands her fingertips would feel like ice. She always ran cold, it’s what you love about her. Her coat is hanging off a dining chair. Her light grey turtleneck compliments her pale skin. She’s beautiful even when she’s angry.

“I can’t believe you.” She blinks away the tears before you had the chance to notice them. She’s letting her anger take over.

“What, Natalia? What can’t you believe?” You hiss, scolding her like a child that had left the gas on in the kitchen.

You don’t even notice the way you use her real name.

The girl in front of you does. She picks up on how mad you are, clueless, and blind.

“You literally can’t even see it!”

You scoff at her words, wishing she could just spit it out. “Just say it. I obviously don’t have a fuckin clue what we are talking about here!”

“She’s in love you with you!” She screams, there is a vein that appears on the side of her neck when she exclaims it. Once again her eyes are tearing up and she can barely see.

“Now you’re the one being unbelievable.”

“No I’m not.”

“Yes! You’re crazy for thinking that!”

“No I’m not! I’m not unbelievable and I’m not crazy,” she paused, she knew if she has another word without stopping her voice would crack. “You’re so fuckin blind, Y/N!”

Your stomach sinks when she uses your first name instead of baby. There’s no room for you to react that way. You had called her by her first name as well. Before you give it much thought you open your mouth to protest but Natasha is quick to speak again.

“Don’t come up with some bullshit saying she’s just your friend. You may be her friend and think of her as nothing but a friend, but remember. I was that friend.” Natasha points to herself, memories of the first few weeks the two of you had gotten to know each other came back to you.

“I was the friend that fell in love with you! I was the one that flirted with you and got drunk so you could take care of me. I did everything so I could have your attention. I was the friend in love with you!”

-

“Hey stranger, missed you last week.” Natasha’s face lit up when she saw you walk toward the small bar entrance. “What’s wrong?”

“Ahh I know. My girl had some thing with her parents.” You explain with a playful scared look while you slide into the booth she’s sitting at. Reaching over to give her a small hug, Natasha held on for a just a second too long but of course you brushed it off.

“Parents? You guys are that serious?” Her nerves get the best of her as Natasha bites the tip of her straw, drink half full.

Your eyes unlock with hers as you flag down a waitress. Without wasting any time you order yourself a vodka tonic.

“That bad?” Natasha jokes.

You laugh loudly at her joke before sighing deeply. “Um I- I don’t really know if it’s gonna work out between me and her.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.” Natasha is sincere with her apology, but there’s a small fraction of her that is hopeful.

“Are you?”

Natasha’s eyes widen in shock. Natasha stumbles to come up with words when you continue to look at her with raised eyebrows.

“Y-yes I’m sorry. She’s your girlfriend and if that’s not working out then I’m sorry. I want you happy because I’m your friend.”

Natasha hates every word that fell from her mouth. No she wasn’t entirely sorry to hear things were working out because she wanted you all for herself.

“It’s a bit funny cause she thinks you like me. Always going off about ‘Natasha likes you and fucking hates me cause I’m with you’.”

“I don’t hate her.” It’s true. Natasha doesn’t hate her, sure she’s jealous, but hate is such a strong word.

“But you like me?”

“Yes. Wait! No- I mean- fuck. I’m sorry.” Natasha shuts herself up by chugging the rest of her drink.

“But that’s not the problem... the problem is I like you back.”

-

“Remember?” Her voice cracks and it breaks your heart.

Your eyes meet hers and now is the time you take to look at your wife.

Anger has faded and merged into hurt. She took your silence as your confession, that you had fell out of love with her. That you were going to have the same conversation you had with your ex with her.

“Baby,” you call softly, reaching over to hug her, reaching to comfort her. Hold her in your arms and tell that you only love her and you’re sorry.

“No, don’t touch me.” She grits out with tears sliding down her cheek, flinching away from your touch as if you had burned her.

“Baby, let me explain.” You choke out, trying your best to ignore the pain in your heart when Natasha refused to let her guard down.

Poor choice of words.

“I’m leaving.”

“Don’t leave. It’s wet out. They said that the rain is coming back.” You beg softly. You don’t know why you’re not crying. You should be, but your eyes are dry.

“From the bottom of my heart, Y/N, fuck you.”

“Nat. Stop. Stop that. You don’t mean that. Just go to the room I’ll take the couch. Just don’t drive. It’s not safe.”

“No, seriously. I don’t know why I thought I was special. You’re never going to change. You will always go onto the next girl who falls for you. I am so stupid thinking you can truly love me, let alone one person.”

That’s not true, you love only one person. You only have eyes for your wife, Natalia Alianovna Romanova. Only problem is you don’t have a good way of proving it.

[loverwrites]

Eyes for her

Pairing: Modern!Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Warnings: gaslighting, slight mentions of cheating, angst NOT EDITED

Summary: Natasha’s deepest fears get the best of her.

Main Masterlist

“I really don’t want to do this with you right now,” you sigh kicking off your wet boots and soaked coat. Shaking the rain droplets off your umbrella just outside your door before resting it on the floor.

“Why the hell not, huh? You don’t think we should talk about how fuckin messed up that was?” Natasha’s voice is urging you to fight back, begging for you to raise your voice the same level she raises hers.

“How was I supposed to control how she fuckin acts when she’s obviously drunk? In what world would I have control over her actions?”

You almost flinch at the sounds of her loud scoff. You watch as her arms raise and drop in disbelief. She rolls her eyes when you make no move to correct yourself.

Admit that you had let another woman rub herself against you and whisper drunken things in your ear with Natasha watching, even as a sick joke.

Admit that you laugh at her jokes and sometimes find yourself smiling whenever she was around.

Of course it had only been in a friendly way. You only and always have had eyes for Natalia Alianovna Romanova.

It’s quiet, for only a minute, it’s silent but the rain outside is loud. Sounds of heavy rain outside and careful cars driving through the wet streets.

Her hair is wet, straight hair has now turned into small, curly waves. Her nose is pink from the icy cold, you knew if you were to touch her hands her fingertips would feel like ice. She always ran cold, it’s what you love about her. Her coat is hanging off a dining chair. Her light grey turtleneck compliments her pale skin. She’s beautiful even when she’s angry.

“I can’t believe you.” She blinks away the tears before you had the chance to notice them. She’s letting her anger take over.

“What, Natalia? What can’t you believe?” You hiss, scolding her like a child that had left the gas on in the kitchen.

You don’t even notice the way you use her real name.

The girl in front of you does. She picks up on how mad you are, clueless, and blind.

“You literally can’t even see it!”

You scoff at her words, wishing she could just spit it out. “Just say it. I obviously don’t have a fuckin clue what we are talking about here!”

“She’s in love you with you!” She screams, there is a vein that appears on the side of her neck when she exclaims it. Once again her eyes are tearing up and she can barely see.

“Now you’re the one being unbelievable.”

“No I’m not.”

“Yes! You’re crazy for thinking that!”

“No I’m not! I’m not unbelievable and I’m not crazy,” she paused, she knew if she has another word without stopping her voice would crack. “You’re so fuckin blind, Y/N!”

Your stomach sinks when she uses your first name instead of baby. There’s no room for you to react that way. You had called her by her first name as well. Before you give it much thought you open your mouth to protest but Natasha is quick to speak again.

“Don’t come up with some bullshit saying she’s just your friend. You may be her friend and think of her as nothing but a friend, but remember. I was that friend.” Natasha points to herself, memories of the first few weeks the two of you had gotten to know each other came back to you.

“I was the friend that fell in love with you! I was the one that flirted with you and got drunk so you could take care of me. I did everything so I could have your attention. I was the friend in love with you!”

-

“Hey stranger, missed you last week.” Natasha’s face lit up when she saw you walk toward the small bar entrance. “What’s wrong?”

“Ahh I know. My girl had some thing with her parents.” You explain with a playful scared look while you slide into the booth she’s sitting at. Reaching over to give her a small hug, Natasha held on for a just a second too long but of course you brushed it off.

“Parents? You guys are that serious?” Her nerves get the best of her as Natasha bites the tip of her straw, drink half full.

Your eyes unlock with hers as you flag down a waitress. Without wasting any time you order yourself a vodka tonic.

“That bad?” Natasha jokes.

You laugh loudly at her joke before sighing deeply. “Um I- I don’t really know if it’s gonna work out between me and her.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.” Natasha is sincere with her apology, but there’s a small fraction of her that is hopeful.

“Are you?”

Natasha’s eyes widen in shock. Natasha stumbles to come up with words when you continue to look at her with raised eyebrows.

“Y-yes I’m sorry. She’s your girlfriend and if that’s not working out then I’m sorry. I want you happy because I’m your friend.”

Natasha hates every word that fell from her mouth. No she wasn’t entirely sorry to hear things were working out because she wanted you all for herself.

“It’s a bit funny cause she thinks you like me. Always going off about ‘Natasha likes you and fucking hates me cause I’m with you’.”

“I don’t hate her.” It’s true. Natasha doesn’t hate her, sure she’s jealous, but hate is such a strong word.

“But you like me?”

“Yes. Wait! No- I mean- fuck. I’m sorry.” Natasha shuts herself up by chugging the rest of her drink.

“But that’s not the problem... the problem is I like you back.”

-

“Remember?” Her voice cracks and it breaks your heart.

Your eyes meet hers and now is the time you take to look at your wife.

Anger has faded and merged into hurt. She took your silence as your confession, that you had fell out of love with her. That you were going to have the same conversation you had with your ex with her.

“Baby,” you call softly, reaching over to hug her, reaching to comfort her. Hold her in your arms and tell that you only love her and you’re sorry.

“No, don’t touch me.” She grits out with tears sliding down her cheek, flinching away from your touch as if you had burned her.

“Baby, let me explain.” You choke out, trying your best to ignore the pain in your heart when Natasha refused to let her guard down.

Poor choice of words.

“I’m leaving.”

“Don’t leave. It’s wet out. They said that the rain is coming back.” You beg softly. You don’t know why you’re not crying. You should be, but your eyes are dry.

“From the bottom of my heart, Y/N, fuck you.”

“Nat. Stop. Stop that. You don’t mean that. Just go to the room I’ll take the couch. Just don’t drive. It’s not safe.”

“No, seriously. I don’t know why I thought I was special. You’re never going to change. You will always go onto the next girl who falls for you. I am so stupid thinking you can truly love me, let alone one person.”

That’s not true, you love only one person. You only have eyes for your wife, Natalia Alianovna Romanova. Only problem is you don’t have a good way of proving it.

[loverwrites]

Eyes for her

Pairing: Modern!Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Warnings: gaslighting, slight mentions of cheating, angst NOT EDITED

Summary: Natasha’s deepest fears get the best of her.

Main Masterlist

“I really don’t want to do this with you right now,” you sigh kicking off your wet boots and soaked coat. Shaking the rain droplets off your umbrella just outside your door before resting it on the floor.

“Why the hell not, huh? You don’t think we should talk about how fuckin messed up that was?” Natasha’s voice is urging you to fight back, begging for you to raise your voice the same level she raises hers.

“How was I supposed to control how she fuckin acts when she’s obviously drunk? In what world would I have control over her actions?”

You almost flinch at the sounds of her loud scoff. You watch as her arms raise and drop in disbelief. She rolls her eyes when you make no move to correct yourself.

Admit that you had let another woman rub herself against you and whisper drunken things in your ear with Natasha watching, even as a sick joke.

Admit that you laugh at her jokes and sometimes find yourself smiling whenever she was around.

Of course it had only been in a friendly way. You only and always have had eyes for Natalia Alianovna Romanova.

It’s quiet, for only a minute, it’s silent but the rain outside is loud. Sounds of heavy rain outside and careful cars driving through the wet streets.

Her hair is wet, straight hair has now turned into small, curly waves. Her nose is pink from the icy cold, you knew if you were to touch her hands her fingertips would feel like ice. She always ran cold, it’s what you love about her. Her coat is hanging off a dining chair. Her light grey turtleneck compliments her pale skin. She’s beautiful even when she’s angry.

“I can’t believe you.” She blinks away the tears before you had the chance to notice them. She’s letting her anger take over.

“What, Natalia? What can’t you believe?” You hiss, scolding her like a child that had left the gas on in the kitchen.

You don’t even notice the way you use her real name.

The girl in front of you does. She picks up on how mad you are, clueless, and blind.

“You literally can’t even see it!”

You scoff at her words, wishing she could just spit it out. “Just say it. I obviously don’t have a fuckin clue what we are talking about here!”

“She’s in love you with you!” She screams, there is a vein that appears on the side of her neck when she exclaims it. Once again her eyes are tearing up and she can barely see.

“Now you’re the one being unbelievable.”

“No I’m not.”

“Yes! You’re crazy for thinking that!”

“No I’m not! I’m not unbelievable and I’m not crazy,” she paused, she knew if she has another word without stopping her voice would crack. “You’re so fuckin blind, Y/N!”

Your stomach sinks when she uses your first name instead of baby. There’s no room for you to react that way. You had called her by her first name as well. Before you give it much thought you open your mouth to protest but Natasha is quick to speak again.

“Don’t come up with some bullshit saying she’s just your friend. You may be her friend and think of her as nothing but a friend, but remember. I was that friend.” Natasha points to herself, memories of the first few weeks the two of you had gotten to know each other came back to you.

“I was the friend that fell in love with you! I was the one that flirted with you and got drunk so you could take care of me. I did everything so I could have your attention. I was the friend in love with you!”

-

“Hey stranger, missed you last week.” Natasha’s face lit up when she saw you walk toward the small bar entrance. “What’s wrong?”

“Ahh I know. My girl had some thing with her parents.” You explain with a playful scared look while you slide into the booth she’s sitting at. Reaching over to give her a small hug, Natasha held on for a just a second too long but of course you brushed it off.

“Parents? You guys are that serious?” Her nerves get the best of her as Natasha bites the tip of her straw, drink half full.

Your eyes unlock with hers as you flag down a waitress. Without wasting any time you order yourself a vodka tonic.

“That bad?” Natasha jokes.

You laugh loudly at her joke before sighing deeply. “Um I- I don’t really know if it’s gonna work out between me and her.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.” Natasha is sincere with her apology, but there’s a small fraction of her that is hopeful.

“Are you?”

Natasha’s eyes widen in shock. Natasha stumbles to come up with words when you continue to look at her with raised eyebrows.

“Y-yes I’m sorry. She’s your girlfriend and if that’s not working out then I’m sorry. I want you happy because I’m your friend.”

Natasha hates every word that fell from her mouth. No she wasn’t entirely sorry to hear things were working out because she wanted you all for herself.

“It’s a bit funny cause she thinks you like me. Always going off about ‘Natasha likes you and fucking hates me cause I’m with you’.”

“I don’t hate her.” It’s true. Natasha doesn’t hate her, sure she’s jealous, but hate is such a strong word.

“But you like me?”

“Yes. Wait! No- I mean- fuck. I’m sorry.” Natasha shuts herself up by chugging the rest of her drink.

“But that’s not the problem... the problem is I like you back.”

-

“Remember?” Her voice cracks and it breaks your heart.

Your eyes meet hers and now is the time you take to look at your wife.

Anger has faded and merged into hurt. She took your silence as your confession, that you had fell out of love with her. That you were going to have the same conversation you had with your ex with her.

“Baby,” you call softly, reaching over to hug her, reaching to comfort her. Hold her in your arms and tell that you only love her and you’re sorry.

“No, don’t touch me.” She grits out with tears sliding down her cheek, flinching away from your touch as if you had burned her.

“Baby, let me explain.” You choke out, trying your best to ignore the pain in your heart when Natasha refused to let her guard down.

Poor choice of words.

“I’m leaving.”

“Don’t leave. It’s wet out. They said that the rain is coming back.” You beg softly. You don’t know why you’re not crying. You should be, but your eyes are dry.

“From the bottom of my heart, Y/N, fuck you.”

“Nat. Stop. Stop that. You don’t mean that. Just go to the room I’ll take the couch. Just don’t drive. It’s not safe.”

“No, seriously. I don’t know why I thought I was special. You’re never going to change. You will always go onto the next girl who falls for you. I am so stupid thinking you can truly love me, let alone one person.”

That’s not true, you love only one person. You only have eyes for your wife, Natalia Alianovna Romanova. Only problem is you don’t have a good way of proving it.

[loverwrites]

Eyes for her

Pairing: Modern!Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Warnings: gaslighting, slight mentions of cheating, angst NOT EDITED

Summary: Natasha’s deepest fears get the best of her.

Main Masterlist

“I really don’t want to do this with you right now,” you sigh kicking off your wet boots and soaked coat. Shaking the rain droplets off your umbrella just outside your door before resting it on the floor.

“Why the hell not, huh? You don’t think we should talk about how fuckin messed up that was?” Natasha’s voice is urging you to fight back, begging for you to raise your voice the same level she raises hers.

“How was I supposed to control how she fuckin acts when she’s obviously drunk? In what world would I have control over her actions?”

You almost flinch at the sounds of her loud scoff. You watch as her arms raise and drop in disbelief. She rolls her eyes when you make no move to correct yourself.

Admit that you had let another woman rub herself against you and whisper drunken things in your ear with Natasha watching, even as a sick joke.

Admit that you laugh at her jokes and sometimes find yourself smiling whenever she was around.

Of course it had only been in a friendly way. You only and always have had eyes for Natalia Alianovna Romanova.

It’s quiet, for only a minute, it’s silent but the rain outside is loud. Sounds of heavy rain outside and careful cars driving through the wet streets.

Her hair is wet, straight hair has now turned into small, curly waves. Her nose is pink from the icy cold, you knew if you were to touch her hands her fingertips would feel like ice. She always ran cold, it’s what you love about her. Her coat is hanging off a dining chair. Her light grey turtleneck compliments her pale skin. She’s beautiful even when she’s angry.

“I can’t believe you.” She blinks away the tears before you had the chance to notice them. She’s letting her anger take over.

“What, Natalia? What can’t you believe?” You hiss, scolding her like a child that had left the gas on in the kitchen.

You don’t even notice the way you use her real name.

The girl in front of you does. She picks up on how mad you are, clueless, and blind.

“You literally can’t even see it!”

You scoff at her words, wishing she could just spit it out. “Just say it. I obviously don’t have a fuckin clue what we are talking about here!”

“She’s in love you with you!” She screams, there is a vein that appears on the side of her neck when she exclaims it. Once again her eyes are tearing up and she can barely see.

“Now you’re the one being unbelievable.”

“No I’m not.”

“Yes! You’re crazy for thinking that!”

“No I’m not! I’m not unbelievable and I’m not crazy,” she paused, she knew if she has another word without stopping her voice would crack. “You’re so fuckin blind, Y/N!”

Your stomach sinks when she uses your first name instead of baby. There’s no room for you to react that way. You had called her by her first name as well. Before you give it much thought you open your mouth to protest but Natasha is quick to speak again.

“Don’t come up with some bullshit saying she’s just your friend. You may be her friend and think of her as nothing but a friend, but remember. I was that friend.” Natasha points to herself, memories of the first few weeks the two of you had gotten to know each other came back to you.

“I was the friend that fell in love with you! I was the one that flirted with you and got drunk so you could take care of me. I did everything so I could have your attention. I was the friend in love with you!”

-

“Hey stranger, missed you last week.” Natasha’s face lit up when she saw you walk toward the small bar entrance. “What’s wrong?”

“Ahh I know. My girl had some thing with her parents.” You explain with a playful scared look while you slide into the booth she’s sitting at. Reaching over to give her a small hug, Natasha held on for a just a second too long but of course you brushed it off.

“Parents? You guys are that serious?” Her nerves get the best of her as Natasha bites the tip of her straw, drink half full.

Your eyes unlock with hers as you flag down a waitress. Without wasting any time you order yourself a vodka tonic.

“That bad?” Natasha jokes.

You laugh loudly at her joke before sighing deeply. “Um I- I don’t really know if it’s gonna work out between me and her.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.” Natasha is sincere with her apology, but there’s a small fraction of her that is hopeful.

“Are you?”

Natasha’s eyes widen in shock. Natasha stumbles to come up with words when you continue to look at her with raised eyebrows.

“Y-yes I’m sorry. She’s your girlfriend and if that’s not working out then I’m sorry. I want you happy because I’m your friend.”

Natasha hates every word that fell from her mouth. No she wasn’t entirely sorry to hear things were working out because she wanted you all for herself.

“It’s a bit funny cause she thinks you like me. Always going off about ‘Natasha likes you and fucking hates me cause I’m with you’.”

“I don’t hate her.” It’s true. Natasha doesn’t hate her, sure she’s jealous, but hate is such a strong word.

“But you like me?”

“Yes. Wait! No- I mean- fuck. I’m sorry.” Natasha shuts herself up by chugging the rest of her drink.

“But that’s not the problem... the problem is I like you back.”

-

“Remember?” Her voice cracks and it breaks your heart.

Your eyes meet hers and now is the time you take to look at your wife.

Anger has faded and merged into hurt. She took your silence as your confession, that you had fell out of love with her. That you were going to have the same conversation you had with your ex with her.

“Baby,” you call softly, reaching over to hug her, reaching to comfort her. Hold her in your arms and tell that you only love her and you’re sorry.

“No, don’t touch me.” She grits out with tears sliding down her cheek, flinching away from your touch as if you had burned her.

“Baby, let me explain.” You choke out, trying your best to ignore the pain in your heart when Natasha refused to let her guard down.

Poor choice of words.

“I’m leaving.”

“Don’t leave. It’s wet out. They said that the rain is coming back.” You beg softly. You don’t know why you’re not crying. You should be, but your eyes are dry.

“From the bottom of my heart, Y/N, fuck you.”

“Nat. Stop. Stop that. You don’t mean that. Just go to the room I’ll take the couch. Just don’t drive. It’s not safe.”

“No, seriously. I don’t know why I thought I was special. You’re never going to change. You will always go onto the next girl who falls for you. I am so stupid thinking you can truly love me, let alone one person.”

That’s not true, you love only one person. You only have eyes for your wife, Natalia Alianovna Romanova. Only problem is you don’t have a good way of proving it.

[loverwrites]

Eyes for her

Pairing: Modern!Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Warnings: gaslighting, slight mentions of cheating, angst NOT EDITED

Summary: Natasha’s deepest fears get the best of her.

Main Masterlist

“I really don’t want to do this with you right now,” you sigh kicking off your wet boots and soaked coat. Shaking the rain droplets off your umbrella just outside your door before resting it on the floor.

“Why the hell not, huh? You don’t think we should talk about how fuckin messed up that was?” Natasha’s voice is urging you to fight back, begging for you to raise your voice the same level she raises hers.

“How was I supposed to control how she fuckin acts when she’s obviously drunk? In what world would I have control over her actions?”

You almost flinch at the sounds of her loud scoff. You watch as her arms raise and drop in disbelief. She rolls her eyes when you make no move to correct yourself.

Admit that you had let another woman rub herself against you and whisper drunken things in your ear with Natasha watching, even as a sick joke.

Admit that you laugh at her jokes and sometimes find yourself smiling whenever she was around.

Of course it had only been in a friendly way. You only and always have had eyes for Natalia Alianovna Romanova.

It’s quiet, for only a minute, it’s silent but the rain outside is loud. Sounds of heavy rain outside and careful cars driving through the wet streets.

Her hair is wet, straight hair has now turned into small, curly waves. Her nose is pink from the icy cold, you knew if you were to touch her hands her fingertips would feel like ice. She always ran cold, it’s what you love about her. Her coat is hanging off a dining chair. Her light grey turtleneck compliments her pale skin. She’s beautiful even when she’s angry.

“I can’t believe you.” She blinks away the tears before you had the chance to notice them. She’s letting her anger take over.

“What, Natalia? What can’t you believe?” You hiss, scolding her like a child that had left the gas on in the kitchen.

You don’t even notice the way you use her real name.

The girl in front of you does. She picks up on how mad you are, clueless, and blind.

“You literally can’t even see it!”

You scoff at her words, wishing she could just spit it out. “Just say it. I obviously don’t have a fuckin clue what we are talking about here!”

“She’s in love you with you!” She screams, there is a vein that appears on the side of her neck when she exclaims it. Once again her eyes are tearing up and she can barely see.

“Now you’re the one being unbelievable.”

“No I’m not.”

“Yes! You’re crazy for thinking that!”

“No I’m not! I’m not unbelievable and I’m not crazy,” she paused, she knew if she has another word without stopping her voice would crack. “You’re so fuckin blind, Y/N!”

Your stomach sinks when she uses your first name instead of baby. There’s no room for you to react that way. You had called her by her first name as well. Before you give it much thought you open your mouth to protest but Natasha is quick to speak again.

“Don’t come up with some bullshit saying she’s just your friend. You may be her friend and think of her as nothing but a friend, but remember. I was that friend.” Natasha points to herself, memories of the first few weeks the two of you had gotten to know each other came back to you.

“I was the friend that fell in love with you! I was the one that flirted with you and got drunk so you could take care of me. I did everything so I could have your attention. I was the friend in love with you!”

-

“Hey stranger, missed you last week.” Natasha’s face lit up when she saw you walk toward the small bar entrance. “What’s wrong?”

“Ahh I know. My girl had some thing with her parents.” You explain with a playful scared look while you slide into the booth she’s sitting at. Reaching over to give her a small hug, Natasha held on for a just a second too long but of course you brushed it off.

“Parents? You guys are that serious?” Her nerves get the best of her as Natasha bites the tip of her straw, drink half full.

Your eyes unlock with hers as you flag down a waitress. Without wasting any time you order yourself a vodka tonic.

“That bad?” Natasha jokes.

You laugh loudly at her joke before sighing deeply. “Um I- I don’t really know if it’s gonna work out between me and her.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.” Natasha is sincere with her apology, but there’s a small fraction of her that is hopeful.

“Are you?”

Natasha’s eyes widen in shock. Natasha stumbles to come up with words when you continue to look at her with raised eyebrows.

“Y-yes I’m sorry. She’s your girlfriend and if that’s not working out then I’m sorry. I want you happy because I’m your friend.”

Natasha hates every word that fell from her mouth. No she wasn’t entirely sorry to hear things were working out because she wanted you all for herself.

“It’s a bit funny cause she thinks you like me. Always going off about ‘Natasha likes you and fucking hates me cause I’m with you’.”

“I don’t hate her.” It’s true. Natasha doesn’t hate her, sure she’s jealous, but hate is such a strong word.

“But you like me?”

“Yes. Wait! No- I mean- fuck. I’m sorry.” Natasha shuts herself up by chugging the rest of her drink.

“But that’s not the problem... the problem is I like you back.”

-

“Remember?” Her voice cracks and it breaks your heart.

Your eyes meet hers and now is the time you take to look at your wife.

Anger has faded and merged into hurt. She took your silence as your confession, that you had fell out of love with her. That you were going to have the same conversation you had with your ex with her.

“Baby,” you call softly, reaching over to hug her, reaching to comfort her. Hold her in your arms and tell that you only love her and you’re sorry.

“No, don’t touch me.” She grits out with tears sliding down her cheek, flinching away from your touch as if you had burned her.

“Baby, let me explain.” You choke out, trying your best to ignore the pain in your heart when Natasha refused to let her guard down.

Poor choice of words.

“I’m leaving.”

“Don’t leave. It’s wet out. They said that the rain is coming back.” You beg softly. You don’t know why you’re not crying. You should be, but your eyes are dry.

“From the bottom of my heart, Y/N, fuck you.”

“Nat. Stop. Stop that. You don’t mean that. Just go to the room I’ll take the couch. Just don’t drive. It’s not safe.”

“No, seriously. I don’t know why I thought I was special. You’re never going to change. You will always go onto the next girl who falls for you. I am so stupid thinking you can truly love me, let alone one person.”

That’s not true, you love only one person. You only have eyes for your wife, Natalia Alianovna Romanova. Only problem is you don’t have a good way of proving it.

[frenchrebelfries]

Fury’s Daughter

AN: Idk wth I just wrote… I just got this idea so yeah… Happy Reading!

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[maximov-widow]

hi! i love your work and was wondering if you’d write a one shot where reader is thor’s younger sister and it’s her first time visiting earth. she’s clueless and doesn’t know how anything works 😩 wanda and nat get super smitten and eventually fall for the reader 😳 can we also get some protective big sister hela ♥️♥️♥️

Goodbye forever..

Pairing: Natasha x Wanda x Reader

Warning: Language, fluff, little bit of angst :3

Summary: First time visiting a place and being left by your brother, Thor for safety, falling into hands of Natasha and Wanda, will they help you adapt?

Word count: 4.1k

My requests are always open so feel more than welcome to pop in a suggestion for the next story :3

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"Asgard is in danger at the moment so I had to bring her down here Stark" Thor explained as you stood not far from him as you looked around.

"That's not what I'm saying, she doesn't know anything here and I can't babysit her, I am a busy man if you haven't noticed" Tony raised his concerns.

"I'm not asking you to babysit her, all I need is for to stay here until Asgard is clear from whatever is putting it in danger" Thor had that charm at convincing people to what he wants, which was working on Tony.

"What if she leaves or something? Or accidently hurts someone with her powers, she's still young and doesn't know her full strength" Tony was sitting down as he slowly started to crack, but there were doubts.

Thor looked back at you as you stared at the one of the tools that were laying around "She is young but she has been trained by me and Loki but if you're still worried, Wanda knows how to control her powers so she can train her and just keep an eye out. She is the strongest so she can easily over power her"

There was a moment of silence as Tony thought "Okay, I will brief Wanda about this"

Thor smiled widely as he was quick to give the rather smaller man a hug "I will be back as soon as possible"

Tony nodded with a small smile himself as he asked for Wanda, Thor turned towards you and took couple steps towards you which caught your attention "Y/n"

You looked at him with a smile "Brother"

"You'll be staying here for now until I came back from Asgard" He place his hand on your shoulder.

"I could help you fight in Asgard, you don't need to leave me here" Convincing Thor was a lot more harder than anyone really thought.

"We already spoke about this Y/n and you know my answer to that, I will try to visit but until then I'm ordering you to stay here and you can't leave" Thor stood straight as he slightly tensed when this was mentioned again.

You nodded, it's not like you had a choice and he nodded back "Good" Just in time Wanda walked in as she saw Thor since he was blocking you from her view, he turned with a smile at her sight, to which Tony walked out.

He hugged you "They will take care of you don't worry"

You nodded once again as you let a tear slide down your cheek, this was a big change, you didn't know anyone here and you was slightly afraid but only slightly.

He moved to the side to which now Wanda had a full view on you "Wanda, that's Y/n, you'll be training her. They will brief you now I have to go" Tony explained as he walked out.

Wanda raised her eyebrows at Tony but her gaze shifted to you and Thor to which she took couple steps, Thor rolled his eyes at Tony "Well anyways, this is Y/n as Tony said, she will be staying here for some time before I came back so I just need you to keep an eye out and keep her out of trouble so Tony doesn't try to kill me"

Wanda nodded as she smiled at you "Okay, that's not a problem, If I understood from what Tony said I will be training her?"

He nodded "Yes, she has powers even though she has them under control but just in case, just give her some tips or something"

Wanda wanted to know why you were here but she didn't want to cross any lines, she will find out if you tell her and that's what she will stick to.

"Well I have to go.." He stated as he awkwardly waited for Wanda to stop staring at you.

"Okay, I will show her around then" Wanda looked at Thor with a smile as he nodded, he gave you the last hug and walked off.

You followed Wanda around as she showed you everything, your room, meeting room, party room, training room, anything that she knew of, the last was the living room where most of the team was.

No one knew you were Thor's sister and you didn't know they didn't know so you just went along with it, as soon as you walked into the living room, the TV caught your attention.

Wanda stood near the kitchen as she faced you "Well this is the living room where the team usually relaxes after missions"

"And there is the kitchen to make food, usually I cook since they can barely make toast without burning it" She pointed towards the door that led to the kitchen.

You looked and smiled "Thank you, I think I understand everything now"

She nodded "Well if you have any questions, you can ask me"

This pulled the teams attention toward Wanda, their eyes landed on you and they quickly gathered around the two of you "Who is this?" Steve asked as he crossed his arms.

"This is Y/n, Thor brought her here from Asgard for the time being, so she will be staying with us" Wanda simply explained.

They all nodded and Wanda asked again "So Y/n do you have any questions?"

You nodded with a small smile "Yes, why are there people stuck in a box?"

Natasha frowned in confusion "People stuck in a box?"

You nodded as you pointed towards the TV "There, they seem to be frozen"

Natasha along with everyone looked over to see what you were talking about, Natasha tried her best to keep her chuckle in as she looked back at you "It's a TV, this is already recorded so we are just watching back"

Your lips turned into a perfect O shape as you nodded "Oh that's definitely new"

Sam held his face as he stared at you "You don't have TV's in Asgard?!"

You shook your head "That is not a thing, no. We have advanced technology there"

"Well, besides that I'm Steve" He reached his hand out for you, you looked at Wanda a little clueless to which she giggled slightly and showed you what to do.

You smiled widely at the hand shake, and then moved to Sam and Bucky and Bruce, they all shook your hand but when it came to Natasha, you leaned down and kiss her hand as she introduced herself.

They all stared at you with shock, Natasha didn't pull away which was more of a shock for the team, you turned back as you looked at the team "Is this not normal for people to do?"

They shook their head with awkward smiles "Not really, unless you're are rich and you're looking for a business deal"

You nodded slowly and looked over at Wanda "Don't worry I will teach you everything"

You gave a quick nod as you excused yourself to go back to your room, to which the team went back to watching the movie but Natasha lingered near Wanda.

"What is it Natasha?" Wanda asked as she knew it was her.

"Do you mind me tagging along?" The redhead didn't waste any time.

Wanda looked at her with her brows raised "Really? But why?"

She shrugged "I have nothing else to do"

Wanda tilted her head "Didn't you just tell the team you were overloaded with mission reports?"

"Well they aren't interesting unlike our new female recruitment" Natasha leaned on a door frame as a small smirk made it's way to her lips.

"Yeah okay, it will be easier with another person around" Wanda nodded to agree and started to prepare things to cook.

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For few weeks, Natasha and Wanda trained and taught you how to be more human, which you really appreciated. It wasn't as bad as you thought this stay would be, you grew fond of the two women quite quickly.

The witch and the former assassin felt the same, well they were more aware of what those feelings were but for you it was a lot more harder to understand why you wanted to spend more time with them than the rest of the group.

The two women started to fall in love with you and each time it was harder to hide. The team had their suspicions to which they were confirmed each time.

There was this one time...

"Okay, we need to somehow get some clothes for Y/n" Tony stated as he tried to think of a loophole.

You was standing in front of him, being quiet and just waiting for them to come up with a solution, your attention shifted to Steve "We can always just go shopping with Y/n"

Bucky raised his brows at Steve "As if you know anything about women's fashion"

Steve frowned "I rather think of myself as an expert"

Sam laughed "Yeah an expert in messing up, she would look like fashion show gone wrong"

Tony even manged to crack a smile at the comment "Sorry Steve but no"

Steve dramatically huffed "You guys are so mean, you need to give me a chance"

A voice spoke up from behind them "Give you a chance for what Steve?"

You turned around at the familiar voice, as you saw Wanda and Natasha walk in, a smile spread across your lips at the sight of them and you waved at them and quickly going back to your serious face after they wave back.

"It seems like Steve wants to buy me clothes" You spoke up for the first time since you was called in her.

"That's a terrible idea" Natasha spoke up this time as she walked past Steve with Wanda and stood next to you.

"Thanks for the support Romanoff" Steve sounded offended at the comment, earning a laugh from Wanda.

"You know what, just leave it up to us Tony, we will take care of this little issue" Wanda proposed the idea to which Tony quickly agreed and went on with his little project.

And so Wanda and Natasha snuck you out and went on a shopping spree to find you better clothes. You looked like you were from the medieval rather than from this century so a new wardrobe was in desperate need.

You ended up buying a lot of clothes and decided to explore a bit before coming back, you had like 10 bags in one hand and it was still light to you, it was pretty impressive and definitely Natasha with Wanda admired the way your muscles would flex.

The amount of dirty jokes Natasha had to swallow down, Wanda didn't even need to look into her mind, she was thinking the same thing.

You stopped abruptly as you looked at the creature before you "Stay behind I will protect both of you"

Natasha nearly bumped into you to which she peeked to see what you were talking about "Protect from what Y/n?"

"That creature" You narrowed at the dog that was walking lazily with it tongue out.

Wanda looked at Natasha with a smile at how cute you were with your knowledge "It's a dog, not a creature Y/n/n"

You looked over at Wanda "A dog? It wont try to attack us?"

She shook her head with a smile, she pulled the woman's attention who was walking the dog "Sorry, do you think my friend can pet your cute dog?"

The woman was quick to agree with a big smile across her lips, Natasha kneeled down and you followed her lead, she placed her hand over yours, you felt goose bumps at the contact and she placed your hand on the dogs head.

"See, it just loves pets" Natasha spoke softly to you as she watched your reaction.

You were sceptic at first but gently petted the little dog, a smile slowly appeared across your lips as you looked over to Natasha, inches away from her face, if heart eyes were real Natasha would definitely have them in that moment.

"It's harmless.." You stated out practically with disbelief.

Wanda smiled as she placed her hand on your shoulder, she felt her heart melt at the scene in front of her "Okay, let's go and grab something to eat"

You looked at the woman in front of you and thanked her politely "She really trained that creature very well"

"Why do you call it a creature?" Wanda asked curiously as she linked her arm with yours and so did Natasha.

"Well in Asgard we have Fenris Wolf, they are a lot bigger but very violent and it did look like Fenris so I was worried it would try to hurt you both"

They were melting, the way you felt like you had to protect them from a Fenris Wolf and put yourself in danger first, it was adorable and there was slight worry in your tone.

"Well" Wanda spoke with a huge smile "Thank you for worrying"

You smiled back and looked between the two women who were on either of your side "You shouldn't thank me, ladies should be treated like treasure"

An innocently precious look settled across the two women's faces at your words, their eyes filled with adoration and love, you were perfect and that's what they loved about you.

Or this time...

You had woke up pretty early, having your mind set to preparing breakfast for the two redheads, you wanted to do something nice for how they both took care of you and always made sure that you felt a little bit less loner here.

You knew how to cook but it was a little difficult to make anything here with earth ingredients, that didn't mean you would give up, you make sure Natasha and Wanda taught you how to use something called internet, you managed to search up videos and taught yourself how to make food.

With a smile at your success, you delivered your food to their beds, Natasha and Wanda shared a room together which made it a lot easier to give them your hard worked breakfast.

You memorized the way they did their coffee and quietly walked inside their bedroom, with food and coffee in hand. You placed it down as you slowly started to wake the women in bed.

Wanda was quicker to wake up, she sat up as she stared at you "What is wrong Y/n/n?"

Natasha slowly stirred as she opened one eye and looked at you and half awake Wanda, she never was a morning person so she groaned at being woken up.

"I have made food for my two favourite ladies" You stated simple with a innocent smile.

Wanda rubbed her eyes and finally was able to take in the smell and the sight of the food, it was waffles with blueberries and whipped cream, it was both of their favourite.

She looked at you again "Thank you Y/n/n"

She looked over at Natasha who had a smile but her eyes were shut "Yeah thank you Y/n I really appreciate food in bed"

"You welcome Lady Natasha"

Wanda giggled at how you called her "You didn't have to do this"

You stood up as you walked over to the food and give Wanda her plate and Natasha as well "Nonsense, I will be forever grateful how yous have treated me, with most care and respect so I shall give back something as well"

Natasha smirked "You should definitely feed me if you want to give back something"

Wanda raised her brows at Natasha's comment to which you proceed at her command "Anything you wish for Lady Natasha"

Natasha chuckled as she waved her hand to dismiss you "I was joking Y/n but I appreciate your dedication"

"You are most certainly welcome" You bowed down in front of them, earning nods and slight giggles.

This was just a pure moment between the three of you, something that the redheads treasured and adored, it was those moments that made them realise how important you had become to their simple lives, you bright them up and surprise them each time which was new compared to the boring days on earth.

If we were to go through all of the times, we would be here for days, but the point has been made to why the team had their suspicions.

Weeks turned into months and you definitely was better and had a better grasp on your powers, you learnt their language properly and slang which made expressing a lot more easier.

The only thing you struggled was your feelings, asking was a lot more complicated since you didn't quite understand what you should even ask, you wanted to just be with them and when you learnt about something called kissing, it never left your mind.

To understand it better you searched everything they had on kissing on the internet, realising it's something you wanted to do, something you wanted to experience with Wanda and Natasha.

So now that you understood that, you were determent to ask about it to Wanda and Natasha, making your way towards the meeting room where they were.

You opened the door and almost immediately they looked up at you "Y/n/n what brings you here"

You felt hot just at them looking at you "Lady Natasha, Lady Wanda" You bowed as you always did.

Natasha noticed your nervous to which she stood up and Wanda followed, she walked over to you with a soft smile "Why are you nervous Y/n?"

You smiled nervously at her "I wanted to talk"

Wanda followed right after with a soft smile just like Natasha's "What do you want to talk about Darling" They slightly trapped you in between them which you didn't mind at all.

You took a deep breath and just as words were about to leave your mouth, a familiar voice to you spoke up but to the redheads it was unknown "There you are Y/n"

You turned to face the voice as Natasha took a step in front of you along with Wanda, her hands ready to fire away with red mist, what took them off guard was your question "Sister Hela?"

They looked back at you with shocked faces, the tall woman stood in the same place but just opened her arms for you, to which you gladly took, you hugged her.

Living on earth for long and having company made you forget that Asgard even existed in the first place "What are you doing here?"

"I will get to that in a second, right now I want to know why these two trapped you?" The protective sister was activated as she death stared the two women in front of her.

You pulled away from Hela as you looked in the direction of the two redheads "They didn't trap me, they are cool don't worry"

"Cool?" Hela questioned as she raised her brows at you "Is this the language they teach on earth?"

She shook her head "I knew your brother did a mistake taking you here"

Natasha crossed her arms "I'm sorry but who are you?"

She looked with no emotions at Natasha "Hela Goddess of death?"

"Doesn't ring a bell" Natasha spat out with a cold glare.

"Thor's sister?" She answered but more in a question tone.

Wanda looked from you to Hela as realisation hit her "If you are Thor's sister... And Y/n is your younger sister.. That means Thor is Y/n's brother"

You nodded simply "Yes, I thought everyone knew"

Wanda facepalmed herself "Of course! That's why you were so clueless of everything on earth and your powers! You are a goddess"

Wanda looked up at you with the most huge smile anyone had witnesses, she was impressed and surprised at her discovery, Natasha spoke up with a smile "Damn she's more badass than we thought"

"Well, this interaction seems nice but I'm here because it's safe to come back to Asgard, Thor sent me to fetch you" Hela cut in before this can go any further.

You looked at Hela "Asgard is safe?"

She nodded with a smile "Yes, you can come back home"

Those smiles that were on the redheads lips, fell almost instantly at Hela's words. They didn't want to lose you, there was an obvious pain in their hearts at this news but they decided to stay strong.

You nodded at her "Is brother Thor here?"

"Yes, I believe he is talking with some people inside, so now let's go so you can say your goodbyes with everyone" She spoke up as she placed her hand on your shoulder.

"Okay sister" You agreed as you looked over at Natasha and Wanda.

"We are right behind you Y/n/n" Wanda spoke up through the pain in her throat, she was going to break and she didn't want you to see.

You nodded and your sister led you towards the rest of the people, you hugged Thor as you commented "Nice haircut, I really like it"

He laughed "Thank you Y/n, the long hair was really hard to fight with"

You nodded and pulled away, so you started off by saying goodbye to everyone, they had grown pretty attached to you and your weird outbursts, they grown to love you as you and your food.

The last two people that were left were Natasha and Wanda, you walked over to them. You wished you had realised what you felt towards them and acted on it before you had to come back.

They both hugged you, each face on your shoulders as you whispered "I wish I could stay more but it isn't my choice"

Natasha had a sad smile as she whispered back "Everyone has a choice детка (baby)"

You pulled away and looked at Wanda who let tears finally slide down her face, you wiped it with your thumb as you looked into her eyes "I will miss yous"

Wanda nodded as she chocked out "We will miss you too, make sure to visit more often"

You nodded and finally returned next to your brother and sister, you couldn't stop your heart practically breaking at the sight of Wanda's eyes looking like a waterfall, whilst Natasha tried to act strong.

It felt like everything was muted until Thor spoke up "Have you gathered everything important Y/n?"

You looked up at him, in this moment you knew what to do "No"

He tilted his head "Well then go bring that important thing to take with us"

"It's impossible" You stated.

"How so?"

You looked over at Hela who had a proud smile across her lips "Are you sure Y/n?"

You nodded as you wiped a tear from your cheek "Okay, what's happening that I don't know off"

"Forgive me brother but I will not go to Asgard because I'm not leaving what's important to me" You spoke up with more confidence.

There was a gasp from practically everyone in the room but you only heard Wanda's "I am staying here because this has became my home when you left"

You looked back at the two redheads "I don't want to leave them because they are important to me and I think I might have feelings for them"

Thor had a smile across his face so when you finally looked back at him, he spoke "Okay Y/n, I'm glad you are able to decide for yourself and what you need"

His gaze shifted to the Russian and the Sokovian "I'm glad you found a home in these two"

You looked back with a smile as you made your way towards them and finally blurred out "I want to kiss yous"

Wanda giggled whole heartedly as your outburst as Natasha giggled with her brows raised perfectly "Are you sure?"

"You said everyone has a choice, so I chose to want to kiss the both of you" You said in one sentence so nervously to which Natasha proudly smiled and pulled you into her face, kissing you and you kissed her back gently, just like you were.

You pulled away and instantly Wanda collided her lips with yours, guiding you and preventing herself from deepening the kiss in front of everyone, she pulls away, leaving you wanting more, just like whenever you would spend your time with them.

"Okay okay, enough" Hela spoke up with slight disgust in her voice, causing the three of you to look over and turn the whole room into giggles.

"But I swear if my little sister ends up heartbroken, I will haunt you two redheads to the rest of your life" There was seriousness in Hela's tone and they both respectfully nodded, acknowledging Hela's words.

This time you were saying goodbye, not to the people you met here but to your previous life and welcoming the new beginning with open arms....

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horny milf thot : you’re billy and tommy’s babysitter and you’re at the museum with them and wanda. she sends them to look at the dinosaur fossils while she murders your pussy in the bathroom

warnings (18+ only): smut, unspecified but legal age gap, semi-public sex, praise kink, strap-on use, mommy kink, hints at a secret relationship

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“shit.” you hissed as hot coffee spilled all over your shirt. wanda had bought some for the both of you after her sons begged her to buy them some hot chocolate. the brunette happened to trip over nothing, spilling the remainder of her coffee on you.

“i’m so sorry, honey. how about i help you get cleaned up?” wanda asked worriedly, rubbing over the stain with a napkin.

“it’s fine, ms. maximoff, i can handle this on my own. someone has to stay behind with the boys to make sure they’re alright.” you explained.

she wrapped her hand around your wrist, preventing you from going off towards the restroom on your own. “i’m sure you’re a big girl, hon, but i insist.”

a smile appeared on wanda’s face when she caught sight of one of tommy’s close friends and his mother. she told you to wait where you were before leading her children to the familiar woman who accepted to monitor them while she ran to the bathroom.

“she said she’ll take care of them while we’re gone. they’re heading to the dinosaur exhibit, so we can catch up with them once we’re done.” wanda said, placing her hand on the small of your back. “this shouldn’t take too long, sweetheart.”

“you didn’t have to spill hot coffee on me to get me alone, wanda.” you huffed, rolling your eyes as she pushed you into a stall.

“that’s mommy to you, sweetheart.” wanda corrected, turning you to face away from her. she pushed your front up against the door and pulled your shorts down your legs.

“mommy, please.” you pleaded, sticking your ass out towards the older woman. wanda chuckled, lightly smacking you before working the zipper on her jeans.

“do you want my cock, honey?” wanda mocked, pulling the strap-on out of her pants. “should i fuck that pretty pussy of yours?”

“just fuck me already, we have to hurry up!” you exclaimed, not caring if anyone around you could possibly hear the both of you.

“you’re that needy today, baby?” wanda questioned, aligning the toy with your entrance. “i guess i’ll give you what you want, but you better ask nicely next time.”

wanda slammed the dildo into your cunt, setting off at a fast pace. she was determined to have you falling over the edge quickly so you could make it to the next exhibit in time.

“such a needy little cockslut, always hungry for mommy’s cock, huh?” wanda purred, leaning forward. she caught your skin between her teeth, gently biting down on your neck.

you rolled your hips back towards wanda, grinding down on the cock while the brunette fucked you. wanda’s hands enveloped your hips, squeezing tightly.

“play with your clit, princess. it’s okay.” wanda sighed as you dropped one of your hands between your thighs. your fingers easily found the sensitive bundle of nerves, rubbing tight circles around it. your cunt clenched as your arousal soaked wanda’s strap. “there you go.” wanda smiled, pulling away from you. “now, fix yourself up so we can get back to the kids.”

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Passenger Side (Backseat Rider Part Two)

Summary: You're in love with Wanda, but she's with someone else. How long can you hold your heart together?

Pairing: Wanda x female reader

Genre: Angst

Words: 5.8k

Warnings: Apparently I forgot to include heartbreak last time, so prepare yourself for that. Also, count this as your tissue warning.

A/N: Ace: I want a part two, but I want it to hurt. Me: *cracks knuckles* say no more.

Part One

You spend the next day moping around your house.

Your mother comments on your mood and you make up an excuse about being exhausted from your trip. She doesn’t press you for more information after that and you know it’s because she doesn’t want to hear you talk about your father and the new life he was building without her.

Wanda texts you, asking if you’d like to join her and Rebecca at the movies that afternoon and catch up. You lie and tell her that your mother wants you to stay home for the day after not seeing you for so long. She accepts your answer easily and you let out a sigh of relief. You weren’t prepared to see them together again just yet.

You knew you wouldn’t be able to avoid it forever, but just for today, you were allowing yourself to wallow. You don’t leave your bed for most of the day, watching movies on your laptop to try and distract yourself from the heartbreak. Your mother calls you down for dinner and you wander down the stairs dejectedly, not really in the mood to make small talk with her. You push the food around your plate, catching your mothers concerned glance out of the corner of your eye. To appease her you eat most of it, and she kisses your forehead as she stands to clear the dishes.

You make your way back upstairs, deciding to unpack your bag just for something to do. You start sorting through your clothes, throwing the dirty ones into the hamper to take to the laundry later. Your heart drops as you pull out a familiar shirt from the bottom of your bag. It was Wanda’s shirt, her favourite one, and you had stolen it from her right before your trip. You had joked that it was to prevent you from forgetting her while you were away, and she just rolled her eyes at you and warned you not to ruin it or she would have to hurt you.

You had worn it to bed every night, taking comfort in her scent that lingered on it for the first few days. Once it had started to wear off you still continued to wear it, feeling like you had a piece of her with you. Now though, it taunted you, just another reminder of what could have been.

You throw the shirt onto the laundry pile, the tears building behind your eyes. You finish emptying your bag, taking the hamper downstairs and putting your clothes in the washing machine, turning the device on and trying to stamp down the rising sadness. Making you way quickly back to your room, you fling yourself onto your bed, lying down face first on your pillow as the tears begin to fall.

You let the silent sobs wrack your body as you process the whole situation. The loss you felt was overwhelming. You had seen the way Wanda had looked at Rebecca, and you’re heart ached with longing for Wanda to look at you the same way. You knew you were being irrational. You had never once indicated to Wanda that you liked her, she had no idea that you were an option. But you couldn’t help but feel the splinters in your heart growing.

You’re not sure how long you lay there crying, but eventually, your body stopped shaking with sobs, the tears drying on your cheeks. You turned your head to stare numbly at the wall, trying to reign in your feelings. You knew you couldn’t break down like this every time you thought about Wanda and Rebecca. So with that in mind, you decided to carefully build some walls around your heart, pushing your emotions aside in order to keep Wanda in your life.

With your resolve set, you allowed yourself to drift into a restless sleep.

//

You woke the next morning to your phone buzzing on your nightstand. Your head is pounding and your mouth feels dry from your breakdown the night before. It takes you a moment to register what woke you, and by the time you pick your phone up, it has already gone to voicemail.

You glance down at the screen and see that it was Wanda who called and you scrub your hand down your face as you debate whether or not to call her back. She makes the decision for you though, the phone ringing again in your hand. With a resigned sigh, you answer.

“You know, some people like to sleep in,” you grumble into the phone, your voice thick with sleep.

Wanda’s laugh answers you, the sound still causing butterflies to erupt in your stomach. “Well too bad,” she informs you, “I haven’t seen you in weeks and I miss you. So get your butt out of bed, I’m picking you up in twenty minutes.”

She hangs up before you can answer her, and you know that if you don’t listen to her and try and go back to sleep she’ll just come to drag you out of bed anyway. You sit up, wincing at the pounding of your head, and pad into your bathroom.

You shower quickly, the water helping to wake you up, before getting dressed for the day. You swipe your bottle of water off your desk, eagerly downing its contents and hoping it will help with your headache. You hear voices downstairs and you assume Wanda has arrived. She hadn’t bothered to knock before entering your house in years, and you know that it won’t be long before you hear her heading up the stairs to your room.

You’re just finishing up your hair as she waltzes into your room, her smile bright. She throws herself dramatically onto your bed, looking over at where you sit in front of the mirror. “You take too long,” she complains, a pout on her face.

You laugh at her, the sadness that had been a constant fixture in your life since the airport melting away in her presence. “I was asleep until you called,” you point out to her, finishing with your hair and turning to face her, “so I think I’ve done okay to be ready in twenty minutes.”

Wanda looks down at her watch before smirking at you, “twenty-three actually,” she says, before poking her tongue out at you.

You roll your eyes at her, walking over and flopping onto the bed beside her. The familiarity of the scene warms your heart, and you remember how easy it is to be around Wanda. She knows you better than you know yourself, and you can’t help but feel content with her around.

“So, what’s on the agenda for today?” you ask, turning your head to look at Wanda.

“A hike and then a picnic at the park,” she tells you, sitting up and looking down at you. “I’ve got the food already packed.”

“Sounds good,” you reply, sitting up as well, “let me just grab my shoes and I’ll meet your downstairs?”

She nods and you both get off the bed. You walk over to your closet, pulling out your sneakers from one of the shelves and grabbing your backpack.

You walk downstairs to find Wanda in the living room chatting to your mother. You walk into the kitchen, filling your water bottle up before you place it into your bag, throwing in some snacks from the pantry. You grab an apple, biting into it before you walk back into the living room.

“Ready to go?” you ask Wanda, excited about the opportunity to spend the day with her and catch up on everything you had missed the past few weeks.

She stands up from the couch, walking over and stealing the apple from your hand, taking a bite herself. “Let’s rock and roll,” she says around the food, walking toward the door. “See you later, Y/M/N,” she calls out as she walks to the front door.

You shake your head at your best friend, too used to her stealing your food to really be surprised. “I’ll be back later mum,” you say as you follow Wanda to the door, grabbing another apple from the kitchen on your way out.

Wanda is already halfway to her car so you jog to catch up to her, nudging her with your shoulder as you fall into step beside her. “You can’t complain about me forgetting to eat breakfast when you steal my food you know,” you tell her, your tone light and teasing.

“Sure I can,” she replies, taking another bite of the stolen apple, “I was hungry.”

You laugh at her, opening the door to the passenger side while she walks around to open her door. You slip into the seat as she starts the car, both of you pulling your seatbelts on. You can’t help but think about how right this feels, sitting beside Wanda, the windows down and the summer sun heating your skin.

She pulls away from the kerb as you fiddle with the radio, finding a song that you know you both like. Wanda grins as you turn up the volume, singing along obnoxiously to the song and you join in. You’d missed this, acting like an idiot with your best friend.

The song comes to an end and you turn the volume down to a more respectable level, the two of you giggling at each other as she drives along. “I missed you Y/N/N,” Wanda sighs, looking over at you and smiling softly.

“Missed you more,” you reply truthfully.

“So, what was it like at your dads’?” she asks, turning her eyes back to the road. You make a face which she catches in her peripheral vision, causing her to chuckle a little. “That bad, huh?”

You fill her in on what you had been up to, Wanda listening intently as you complained about being carted around like a trophy daughter. She looked as annoyed as you felt, and you were glad you had her to vent to. You’re halfway through a story about one of the dinners you had attended with your dads’ work colleagues when you notice Wanda missing the turn off that would take you towards the hiking trail.

“Uhhh, Wanda?” you say hesitantly, “pretty sure you missed our turn back there.”

“Oh, um,” she replies nervously, turning down an unfamiliar street, “I’m actually picking up Bec first. Sorry I should have asked if it was okay if she tagged along.”

You feel disappointment settle into your stomach, your good mood suddenly falling. But you can’t let Wanda see your reaction, so you put a fake smile on your face and cheerily reply. “Oh totally fine,” you tell her, “it will give me a chance to get to know the person who’s stolen my best friends’ heart.”

“We’ve only been dating two weeks,” Wanda mutters under her breath, but you catch the smile on her face, the small action causing another splinter on your heart.

You pull up to a modest looking house, and Wanda puts the car into park. “I’ll be right back,” she tells you before she gets out, jogging up to the front door.

You sigh and undo your seatbelt, stepping out of the car before moving to the backseat. You glance out the window toward the house just in time to see Rebecca open the door, greeting Wanda with a sweet kiss. You turn away, unable to watch without feeling more cracks appear in your heart.

The two of them walk toward the car, hands intertwined and smiles on their faces. When they get closer, Wanda drops Rebecca’s hand, walking back around to the drivers’ side and hopping in the car. She shoots you a puzzled look when she realises you moved to the back as Rebecca hops into the passenger seat.

“You didn’t have to move you know,” Wanda tells you, her brows furrowed in confusion.

You just shrug as you respond, “I figured girlfriend trumps best friend.”

“Well, thanks,” Rebecca replies from her seat, turning around to smile at you, “Hi, Y/N. Nice to see you again, I’m looking forward to today.”

She’s so nice, you decide, realising that it was going to be very hard to hold onto your unjustified hatred for her. “Yeah me too,” you agree, returning her smile.

Wanda starts the car again and the three of you are soon back on the road. The drive to the trail isn’t long and before you know it you’re halfway through the hike.

You’re trailing behind the couple, watching as they help each other over rocks and logs, their hands almost always touching the other person in some way. It hurts you to see the casual way they interact, the way their hands intertwine on the flatter stretches of the track. They include you in the conversations, and you’re grateful that they’re not leaving you out completely, but it hurts all the same.

They’ve already developed their own inside jokes, each secret laugh driving the knife further into your heart. You stop for a rest, and Wanda takes some water out of her bag and passes it to Rebecca. She expresses her gratitude by pressing a soft kiss to Wanda’s cheek and you feel the knife twist at the serene expression on Wanda’s face.

Unable to take it anymore, you pull ahead when you begin moving again. At least with them behind you, you no longer have to watch them act like such a cute couple. You hate how bitter you feel. You want to be happy for Wanda, you really do, but you can’t help the way you feel about her.

The pace you set is quick, your frustration at yourself driving you forward. The conversation dies down slightly, the three of you focused on catching your breath as you climb to the summit. You’re grateful for the reprieve, not sure you could keep up the pretence of happy conversation much longer.

Before long, you make it to the top, admiring the view of your town as it stretches out before you. You smile at the sight, feeling a sense of calm at the serene sight. You hear Wanda and Rebecca come up behind you, still panting slightly from the walk.

“Wow,” you hear Rebecca breathe out as she takes in the view, “it’s beautiful up here.”

You turn to face her and see the astonished looked on her face. “Have you never been up here before?” you ask, surprised. Almost everyone in the town made the trip, it was one of the few things to do in the small town.

“No, I only moved here a few months ago when my dad got transferred,” she tells you, and it occurs to you that you never bothered to find out how she knew Wanda.

“Oh right,” you reply, unsure of what to say.

“Bec graduated from East High School,” Wanda tells you, mentioning the only other school in town. “She came in one day when I was working at the coffee shop, that’s how we met.”

You nod at the information, as the two girls smile at each other, probably remembering that first meeting. “Well that’s a cute story to tell your kids one day,” you try to joke, but your voice sounds flatter than you would have liked.

Wanda blushes at your words, turning to you with wide eyes, while Rebecca just laughs at you. “Woah, slow down there,” she says, chuckling at you, “we haven’t even met each other’s parents.” You nod, smiling to yourself. So maybe this wasn’t as serious as you thought. “Well, not yet anyway,” Rebecca adds, and as quickly as it came, your hope is squashed.

You turn back to the view, trying to capture the peaceful feeling you had a minute ago. You close your eyes and breathe in the fresh air, letting it fill your lungs and clear your head.

“Hey, do you mind taking a picture of us please?” Rebeccas’ voice interrupts your moment, and you open your eyes to see her holding out her phone toward you, a hopeful expression on her face.

“Uh, sure,” you respond, moving back a few feet and pointing the camera at them.

She wraps her arm around Wanda’s shoulder, Wanda’s looping around her waist. They look into each others’ eyes as you take the picture, and you have to admit that with the town as the backdrop, they look good together. They turn and face you again, matching smiles on their faces and you take another picture, trying to ignore the way it makes your chest ache.

You give the phone back to Rebecca as she thanks you, and the two of them look at the pictures, cooing over them.

You just swallow down the lump in your throat, wishing for the day to be over already.

You all stay at the summit for a while before turning to make your way back to the car. By the time you get there an hour later, you’re exhausted. You collapse into the back seat, your legs aching from all the walking.

Wanda drives the three of you to the local park, and you all climb out of the car. Wanda retrieves the cooler bag from the trunk of her car, linking her hand with Rebecca and walking towards the shade of a tree. You walk behind them, staring at their joined hands swinging between them.

Rebecca spreads the picnic rug out and the three of you sit down as Wanda begins to unpack the food. Your stomach rumbles loudly causing Wanda to laugh at you, and you just poke your tongue out at her in return.

You all begin to pick at the assortment of sandwiches and fruit Wanda had prepared, watching the other people at the park and chatting amongst yourselves. After the food is finished you lean back on your hands, watching a family of ducks waddling toward the pond nearby. You look over to point them out to Wanda, but your heart lurches when you see that she has moved to lie down, her head resting in Rebeccas lap. She strokes Wanda’s hair gently, a content smile on Wanda’s face as she lies there with her eyes closed. You turn away, feeling as though you were intruding on a private moment.

“I’m going to go look at the ducks,” you mumble, standing up to try and give them some space. You walk away quickly, not bothering to wait for a reply and make your way towards the edge of the pond. You feel the tears prick at your eyes, but you blink them back, pushing down the fact that your heart was shattering.

You sit on the bench, eyeing the family of ducks from before as they reach the edge of the water. The mother duck dives in, her ducklings quickly following her. You watch them splash about in the water for a while, before reluctantly standing and walking back over toward the other girls.

Thankfully, by the time you return they have already packed up the rug and food. You all walk back to the car and Wanda begins the drive back to your house. You eye the way Rebecca’s hand rests on her thigh the entire drive, envying the comfortable ease they had with each other.

Wanda pulls up to your house and you say your goodbyes to the couple, slinging your bag over your shoulder as you head toward your front door. You walk inside your house, passing your mum who was in the kitchen preparing dinner.

“How was your day sweetie?” she asks, not looking up from the chopping board.

“Fine,” you reply, “I’m pretty tired though so I’m just going to have a nap.” You can feel the tears building again and you don’t want to worry your mother.

“Okay, I’ll wake you up when dinner’s ready,” she tells you and you quickly make your way up the stairs.

You walk into your room, eyeing the neatly folded clothes that had been placed on your bed. Your mother must have moved them to the dryer for you while you were out. Wanting something to do to distract yourself, you begin putting them away. You pause when you come across Wanda’s shirt again, the fabric hanging limply in your hands. You bring the fabric to your nose, knowing that her scent will be long gone, but finding comfort in the familiar action.

This time you can’t push the tears back, and they start to fall from your eyes. You drop the shirt to the floor, crawling under the covers of your bed as you cry. Your mind replays over your day and your chest aches as you remember all the soft touches and shy kisses shared between Wanda and Rebecca.

You hoped that it would get easier soon because if this was how you reacted every time you saw them together, it was going to be a long summer vacation before you went off to college.

//

The rest of your week plays out the same way. Wanda waking you each morning with a promise of plans and a time for you to be ready by. She arrives at your house each day, and your heart always skips a beat when you see her. You live for the fifteen minute drive to Rebecca’s house every morning, the time spent alone with Wanda the highlight of your day. Sitting in the passenger seat with your best friend behind the wheel makes you feel whole.

You always move to the backseat when Rebecca gets in the car, and she thanks you each morning. You want so badly to hate her, but the more you get to know her the more you realise why Wanda likes her.

She’s as kind as she is beautiful, and she’s whip smart as well. She has a similar sense of humour to you and you find yourself laughing along with most of her jokes. Wanda seems thrilled that you’re getting along so well with her girlfriend, smiling brightly any time the two of you laugh together.

The day after your hike, you returned Wanda’s shirt to her while the three of you sit in the shade of a tree at the pools, and she made a big deal about checking it for any damage while you laughed at her dramatics. You shove her shoulder lightly and she responds by trying to tickle you. You notice Rebecca frown at the action before she tries to laugh it off, but her smile doesn’t quite reach her eyes.

After that day you notice Wanda isn’t as open with her affection for you, and you wonder if Rebecca had said anything to her about it. Wanda had never crossed a line, your touches were always friendly and respectful, even from before she started dating Rebecca. But Wanda was an affectionate person, and would often link arms with you, or hug you for no reason, or lean against you when you were sitting next to each other. You didn’t realise how much you enjoyed the physical contact until it stopped.

Before you know it, the Fourth of July had arrived and the town’s celebrations were in full swing. You watch the parade with your mother in the morning, a tradition you’ve had since you were younger, back when your father would come along as well.

The Maximoffs host their annual barbeque in the afternoon, inviting you and your mother over like they normally did, as well as some other families from the neighbourhood. Rebecca wasn’t there, Wanda claiming she wasn’t quite ready to introduce her to her parents just yet. You were thankful for the decision, as much as you liked Rebecca, it was nice to spend time with Wanda without her around.

You noticed that her touches had returned without the watchful eyes of her girlfriend, and you treasured every hand pressed to your arm, or bump of your shoulder. Pietro stuck with the two of you most of the night, and you enjoyed the chance to catch up with your second favourite Maximoff. He spent most of the time teasing Wanda about her girlfriend, taking delight in her furious expression.

After the sun sets, the three of you farewell your parents before hopping into Wanda’s car. You’re planning on heading over to the centre of town, where the fireworks display will be later that night. You close your eyes as Wanda drives, letting the warm night air whip through the open window and over your face. Pietro is singing along loudly to the radio in the backseat and Wanda is scolding him for singing the wrong lyrics on purpose. This is what your summer was meant to feel like, and you bask in the happiness.

It’s short lived though, you soon arrive at Rebecca’s house and you make the familiar move to the back seat. You shove Pietro aside as he tries to throw his legs over your lap, but you’re thankful for the company. The backseat was starting to get lonely.

You watch as Rebecca walks towards the car, and your heart breaks a little when you see that she’s wearing Wanda’s shirt. The one you gave back to her the week before. The one that you knew was her favourite. You rub at your chest, trying to soothe the ache that settles there, but it’s no use. Rebecca reaches the car and hops in quickly, greeting you and Pietro happily before leaning over and pressing her lips quickly to Wanda’s. Wanda moves the car away from the kerb and Rebecca once again rests her hand on her thigh. The ache in your chest grows stronger.

In no time at all you arrive at the celebrations, half the town appears to be walking around under the lights. The four of you exit the vehicle and make your way into the festival. There’s food trucks lining the street, carnival games and rides set up, picnic benches dotted around and fairy lights strung up to give it that summer feeling.

Wanda grabs your arm excitedly, pulling you towards the cotton candy stand. It was another tradition for the day, you and Wanda would share a stick of cotton candy every year as you walked around the town.

You quickly purchase a stick of the sugary goodness, Wanda’s eyes lighting up as the attendant hands it to her. You laugh at her eagerness, watching as she ripped off a piece of the treat and popped it into her mouth, moaning at the taste. She offers some to you and you tear a large piece off, trying to shove it all into your mouth at once causing Wanda to laugh loudly.

You hear a cough nearby, and you look over to see Pietro and Rebecca watching you. The former has an awkward look on his face as he rubs the back of his neck and you assume he must have been the one to break you out of your little Wanda bubble. You cast your eyes to Rebecca and you see that frown on her face again as she looks at where Wanda’s hand rests against your arm.

Wanda must notice as well because she removes her hand, smiling sheepishly at her girlfriend. You can feel the tension in the air as Wanda hands you the stick of cotton candy.

“Actually, I think I’ll buy one to have all to myself this year,” she says brightly turning back to the stand, but you know her well enough to tell that she’s faking her cheery tone, “I’m sick of you hogging it all.”

The way she quickly dumps your tradition stings a little, but you push the feeling down. You quickly mask the hurt, scoffing playfully at her. “Me hog it all?” you say in mock offence, “I barely get any once you’ve devoured most of it.” You walk over to where Pietro stands, linking your arm with his as you continue to play along. “I’ll just have to share with the less selfish twin.”

Everyone laughs at you, the tension easing slightly. You all walk around together, playing some of the carnival games and enjoying some of the rides. You share your cotton candy with Pietro, the sweet treat not delighting you the way it usually did. He keeps his arm linked with yours as you walk around, and you notice on more than one occasion Wanda eyeing the tangled limbs with a frown.

“Let’s go on the Ferris wheel babe,” you hear Rebecca say as she drags Wanda over to buy tickets. Pietro raises his eyebrow at you in a silent question, and you shrug in response before he drags you over to buy your own tickets.

You wait in line for the ride, listening to Wanda and Pietro bicker about where the best place would be to watch the fireworks later. You tune them out, knowing better than to get involved in their squabbles. Soon you reach the front of the line and the attendant asks Rebecca how many people were in her group.

“Two please,” she replies sweetly, and he ushers her and Wanda onto the empty carriage. Wanda catches your eye and offers an apologetic smile as the attendant closes the door and the wheel starts to turn again.

“How many?” the gruff voice asks you and you hold up two fingers in response. You follow as he leads you to the next carriage, climbing in and sitting on the bench as Pietro takes a seat across from you.

The wheel starts again and you begin to climb into the air. You take in the view of the town, the lights twinkling, casting a magical glow over the streets. You look back at Pietro and see him studying you intently.

“Do I have something on my face?” you ask him, rubbing at your cheek and checking your hand, frowning when you see nothing there.

“How are you?” he asks, his tone serious and the way he looks at you makes you feel like he’s looking into your soul.

“I’m fine,” you lied, avoiding his gaze. Besides Wanda, Pietro was the only person who could really tell then you were lying.

“Yeah, because if I had to watch the girl I was in love with ignore me around her new girlfriend, I’d be fine too,” he scoffs, rolling his eyes at you.

You cross your arms over your chest, glaring at him. “Wanda’s not ignoring me,” you try to reason, “she’s just-”

“Don’t defend her,” he cuts you off, “she’s acting like a dick lately and she’s hurting you. I don’t know how she hasn’t noticed yet.”

“Leave her alone,” you hiss at him, “it’s not like either of us have really had a girlfriend before. Of course she can’t do all the stuff we normally do. She doesn’t want to hurt Rebecca’s feelings.” You don’t like the direction this conversation is taking. It’s much harder to ignore the ache in your chest when the cause of it is the topic of your conversation.

“But what about your feelings?” he shoots back, raising his eyebrow challengingly at you.

“I’m fine,” you say again, “as long as Wanda’s happy, then I’m happy.” Your eyes plead with him to drop the subject, you can feel the traitorous tears welling in them.

“I don’t believe you,” he says, his tone softer than before, “but I trust that you know what you’re doing. But for the record, I think my sister is an idiot.”

Your laugh is watery, coming out like more of a choked sob than anything and you’re once again thankful for Pietro. “Thanks for having my back, P,” you say quietly.

“Anytime,” he replies, sliding over to sit next to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and pulling you into his side.

The two of you sit in comfortable silence for the rest of the ride, taking in the views as the wheel spins around. Once it stops you depart, walking over to where Wanda and Rebecca were waiting for you. Your heart twists painfully as you see Rebecca standing there with her arms wrapped around Wanda from behind, and you feel Pietro squeeze your shoulder comfortingly.

“Let’s go get a good spot for the fireworks,” Wanda says as you approach, and the four of you make your way over to the field where they were due to be set off. You find a space to stand, and make small talk as you wait for the countdown to begin.

About a minute before the fireworks are due to go off you suddenly realise something. This was meant to be when you’d confess your feelings for Wanda, it was the moment you had dreamed of getting your first kiss from the girl you loved. You can feel the tears welling up again, and you look over at the happy smile on Wanda’s face as she leans into Rebecca’s side.

You suddenly feel very cold, your legs feel weak and your breathing is speeding up. You need to get away, to be anywhere but here.

“I’ll be back,” you blurt out quickly before you stumble off in search of somewhere to sit down. Your hands are trembling, and your chest feels tight with the effort of holding in your tears.

“Hey, Y/N, wait up!” You hear Pietro’s voice, but it sounds distant, almost as if he’s underwater.

You stop near a tree, resting against it as you try and calm your breathing, but you can tell it’s not working. Pietro catches up to you then, ducking his face down until he’s in your line of sight.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, cupping your face in his hands, wiping at the tears that are streaming down your cheeks. You shake your head as you let out a sob, knowing that you wouldn’t be able to articulate your words with the ache in your chest.

“I-, I-, I can’t-” you try to say before another round of sobs wracks your body. Pietro looks lost, unsure of what to do to help calm you down. He settles for making gentle shushing sounds, his thumbs stroking your cheeks as you cry.

A loud bang draws your attention, and you look up to see the fireworks have started. A fresh wave of sadness washes over you as you think about what could have been, about how you should be in Wanda’s arms right now, kissing her with the fireworks in the background.

Your legs give out and you sink to the ground, Pietro catching you as he drops with you. He wraps his arms around you, rubbing your back soothingly. Your chin is propped up on his shoulder, and as you blink away tears you see something that finally shatters your heart completely.

Wanda and Rebecca are wrapped in each others’ arms, their lips pressed together tightly as the fireworks explode behind them.

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Backseat Rider

Summary: You had been in love with Wanda Maximoff since the first day you met her, but would you ever get the courage to tell her?

Pairing: Wanda x female reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Words: 4.6k

Warnings: none I think. If I've missed any let me know.

A/N: So this one came to me in the car today while listening to 'Backseat Rider by Sara Kays'. And then it would not leave my brain until I wrote it down. Also, I have a few ideas floating around for a part two but I'm not sure if I want to leave this as a one shot or not. So let me know your thoughts on that.

You had been in love with Wanda Maximoff since the first day you met her when you were twelve years old.

It had been an unusually hot day for the middle of August and you had begged your parents to take you to the local pools one last time before the summer ended. They had agreed, but by the time you had changed and come back downstairs another fight had broken out. You felt the tears welling up in your eyes as you heard their yells echoing through the house, and you tried to stamp down your disappointment.

You heard the slam of the front door and the sound of your fathers’ car starting up. You looked out the window to see his car reversing out of the garage before he drove off down the street. With a resigned sigh, you went to check on your mother. You found her in the kitchen, a wine glass in her hand despite it only being ten o’clock in the morning.

She at least had the decency to look guilty as she saw your red-rimmed eyes and dried tear tracks on your cheek. She quickly opened her purse, pressing some money into your hand and telling you to have fun with your friends. You didn’t have the heart to tell her that you didn’t have any friends, that the kids at school thought you were weird. So you just nodded and grabbed your bag, heading out towards the bus stop.

The sun shone down brightly, the heat bouncing off the pavement causing a bead of sweat to drip down the back of your neck. You made the journey to the bus stop quickly, wanting to find relief from the heat in the shelter. You stopped short when you saw someone already sitting there, a girl about your age, with long brown hair that was pulled back into a loose ponytail.

She was reading as she sat on the bench, her legs swinging above the ground as she smiled at the words on the page. You had never seen this girl before, which surprised you considering how small your town was. You took another step forward and the movement caught her attention. Her head flicked up from her book and her green eyes met yours, her smile never fading.

You awkwardly smiled back at her as she shifted over making room for you on the bench. You sat down gingerly, placing your bag on the ground in front of you and resting your hands on your knees.

“Uh, thanks,” you said quietly, looking at a spot just over the mystery girls shoulder.

“Not a problem,” she replied, and you were surprised to hear the thickly accented voice.

You sit in silence for a few minutes, the girl had gone back to reading her book. Now that you were sitting next to her you could see she was reading your favourite book and you smiled at the sight of it.

As if she could sense your eyes, the girl looked up and met your gaze. She raised an eyebrow at you, a puzzled expression on her face and you feel your cheeks heat in embarrassment at being caught.

“Sorry,” you blurt out quickly, “I wasn’t staring. I just noticed that you’re reading my favourite book.” You gesture to the book in her hand and shrug apologetically.

At your words, her face breaks out into a wide grin, and her eyes dance with excitement. She turns to face you, placing the book carefully on the bench beside her.

“It’s my favourite too!” she tells you, her accent more prominent in her enthusiasm. “I’ve read it so many times already, but I still love reading it even though I know how it ends.”

“Yeah me too,” you match her excitement, thrilled to have someone engage so willingly in conversation with you. It’s a welcome change to the whispers that follow you down the hallways at school. “My mum tells me to read something else, but I’m happy to just read it over and over again.”

The girl nods in agreement, her expression serious as if you had just told her the meaning of life. She thrusts her hand out toward you, “I’m Wanda,” she says.

You quickly place your hand in hers and give her your name, before pulling your hand back, already missing the warmth of hers. “Do you live around here?” you ask curiously. Maybe she was just visiting a relative on summer vacation.

“My family and I just moved here actually,” she tells you, pointing in the direction of your house, “we live about a block that way.”

“Oh, you must have moved into the Banners old house.” The Banners had moved at the start of the summer, their son was starting at Harvard soon and they moved to be closer to him. You had seen the moving truck about a week ago, but you hadn’t seen any kids that day. “That’s only three doors down from my house,” you tell her.

“Oh that’s so cool,” she replies quickly, “it’ll be nice to know someone close by. I don’t really know any kids here yet, well except my brother, Pietro. But he’s annoying.” She scrunches up her nose at the mention of her brother and you can’t help but laugh.

“It must be tough moving in the middle of summer, you don’t really have school to help you make friends.” She nods as you speak, tucking a loose piece of hair behind her ear. “Did you have many friends at your old house?”

“Not really,” she tells you with a shrug, “we didn’t live there very long. It was just a temporary thing while we got settled in the coutry after moving from Sokovia. That’s where I’m from originally.” She looks a little sad when she mentions her home country, a wistful look flashes across her face.

“Oh, that’s cool,” you offer. “Was it nice there? I’ve never really heard of it, sorry.”

She laughs lightly, “no don’t apologise. It’s a very small country in Europe. It’s nowhere special, but it’s kind of on the way to everywhere special.” She looks down at her hands in her lap, her fingers twisting together. “The country itself is beautiful, but there were lots of issues. It wasn’t very safe so we left.”

“Oh, Wanda, I’m sorry. That sounds awful,” you say quietly. You want to reach out and comfort her, but you hesitate, you had only just met her after all.

“It’s okay,” she says, looking back at you. You can see unshed tears swimming in her eyes and it makes your heart clench. “Our old apartment was bombed about a week after we left, we got out just in time.”

You watch as a tear breaks free and trails down her cheek, and this time you do reach out. You pull her into a tight hug. After a second, she returns the hug, wrapping her arms around you tightly. She pulls back after a few moments, wiping at her eyes.

“Sorry, that’s a lot to dump on someone I just met,” she smiles at you, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. “So where are you off to anyway?” she gestures to your bag on the ground.

“Oh, I was heading to the pool. What about you?” Judging by her clothes, you don’t think she’s headed to the same place as you.

“I was going to try and find the library,” she tells you, “mostly just to get out of the house. My brother is driving me crazy.”

“How old is he?” you ask, assuming that he must be younger than the two of you by the way she talks about him.

“He’s twelve,” she tells you, and then laughs at the confused look on your face, “we’re twins actually. Although he always likes to remind me that he’s twelve minutes older than me.” She rolls her eyes at this, but you can tell by the way she laughs that she doesn’t hate it as much as she lets on.

You laugh with her, feeling carefree. You had only met Wanda but you already felt happy to be around her.

“Do you even know how to get to the library?” you ask her, tilting your head.

She smiles sheepishly at you. “Not really,” she confesses. “I looked it up online, but hopefully it’s not too hard to find.”

You bite your lip nervously, “did you want me to take you there?” You wait with bated breath, sure that she’d turn down your offer.

“That would be lovely,” she begins, and you can almost feel the ‘but’ coming. But I don’t want to be seen out with you. But I would rather get lost than hang out with you. But I think you’re too weird. It was all stuff you’d heard before from the kids at school. “But I’d hate to mess up your plans. I’m sure your friends are waiting for you at the pool.”

You shrug, looking down at your shoes. “I don’t really have any friends,” you say quietly, not ready to admit how much of a loser you were to the girl in front of you. “I was just going to go by myself.”

“Well in that case,” Wanda says brightly, “I’d love for you to be my tour guide. Maybe we could grab some lunch after?”

“Um, yeah, that would be nice,” you say, thrilled by the invitation. Wanda beams at you, her kind eyes sparkling in the sun.

The bus arrives then, and the two of you board, buying your tickets from the surly bus driver. You walk down the aisle, taking a seat in the third row from the back, giggling together about the driver’s attitude.

You talk the whole trip to the library, the more you learnt about Wanda, the more you liked her. When you entered the library you watched her face light up at the rows and rows of books. She started excitedly pulling your arm, tugging you towards one of the shelves and asking you questions about your favourite stories. You both choose a book to read, flopping down on one of the beanbags in the corner and sitting in content silence.

Every now and then you would both look up and catch each others gaze, and Wanda would make a face causing you to laugh. After a few hours you put the books away and you show Wanda the local diner.

You order burgers and milkshakes, and you talk throughout lunch, laughing and joking with each other the whole time. You don’t remember the last time you felt this happy. After lunch, you both board the bus back to your house, and you’re sad that this perfect day has to end.

You stop on the sidewalk out the front of your house, pointing up the driveway to your front door. “So this is my house,” you tell Wanda, “thanks for hanging out with me today.”

She leans in and wraps you in a hug. The action takes you by surprise but you quickly hug her back, wrapping your arms around her and squeezing tight.

“That’s what friends are for,” she replies, and you feel your heart skip at the word. Friends. It seemed strange to you that this amazing girl wanted to be your friend, but you weren’t about to question it. Wanda let go of you and started walking off towards her house.

She made it a few steps before she turned back to look at you over her shoulder, “See you tomorrow!”

//

Since that day six years ago, you and Wanda had become inseparable.

You hung out every day for the rest of summer, more often than not you were joined by Pietro. You quickly grew to like the other Maximoff, he was fun to have around. And as much as Wanda complained about him, you could see that she did love her brother.

You were worried that once school started she would find new friends, kids who were more popular and cooler than you were. Being the new girl, Wanda was the centre of attention at school, her accent and kind personality making her the girl everyone wanted to talk to.

But Wanda never wavered. She ignored the pointed looks of your classmates when she would talk to you in the halls. Ignored their warnings to stay away from the ‘weird girl’. Ignored the whispers that would follow the two of you as you walked down the halls. She would stick up for you when someone said something bad about you behind your back. She didn’t care what anyone else thought.

Soon people got over how shiny and new Wanda was. She didn’t want to conform to their hierarchies, so she became a target herself. They picked on her for her accent, for always having her head buried in a book, for the friendship she had with you.

You were sure that she would leave you then, leave you behind and join ranks with the other kids. But still, she never wavered. She would just tell you it was the two of you against the world, with that soft smile that gave you butterflies.

You and Wanda were always there for each other over the years. You told each other everything, secrets often whispered in the dark as the two of you lay in her twin bed. She held you as you cried over your parents’ divorce, supported you as you watched your father move to another state. You would comfort her when she was homesick for Sokovia, listening to the stories of her childhood and wishing you could have known her back then.

One night, after another long summer day filled with movies and junk food and laughter, you confessed your biggest secret to her. The whispered “I think I like girls,” hung in the air between you for only a fraction of a second before she replied. “I think I do too.” That night you fell asleep with clasped hands, your heart content in the knowledge that she understood you completely.

You were there for her during her first heartbreak, a girl from the summer camp she went to before junior year. She cried into your shoulder, as you stroked her hair and promised her that one day she would find someone better, someone who would treat her the way she deserved.

You didn’t have the guts to tell her you wished it could be you.

You had worked out your feelings for Wanda a long time ago. The way your stomach did a flip every time she smiled at you, the way you would get lost in her eyes, the ache you felt when you weren’t around her. Yeah, you had it bad.

Wanda was the reason you had never tried to date anyone else. You couldn’t bring yourself to stop hoping that one day she would feel the same. You told her that you were just waiting until you got out of your town, not wanting to date any of the girls you grew up with. She seemed to believe you, even if her brother didn’t.

You loved Pietro, you really did. Over the years, you had grown close to him with all the time you would spend around Wanda. The twins had welcomed you into their family, and Pietro felt like an annoying brother. You didn’t have any siblings of your own so you were grateful for the bond you shared with him.

Most of the time.

Pietro had worked out your feelings for Wanda last summer when he caught you staring a little too long at his sister in her bikini. He had smirked at you knowingly, which had caused you to panic. You had begged him not to tell Wanda, and he agreed to keep your secret. It didn’t stop him from making jokes at your expense all the time though. You were just glad the meaning of them went right over Wanda’s head.

Life was good. You had your best friend and your pseudo brother. You were graduating high school and getting the hell out of your town. This summer was going to be the best yet.

//

You take a deep breath as the plane touches down on the runway. You’re eager to take your seatbelt off and rush off the aircraft. The quicker you make it home the better.

You’d spent the last four weeks with your father, visiting him and his new wife for the start of summer at their request. Your father claimed that he wanted to see you before you went off to college in a few months, he claimed he wanted the chance to spend time with you, something he never got to do anymore. Except you had spent the last month being carted around to various dinners and events while your father showed you off to his friends. He would talk about how he was so proud of you for earning a scholarship to college, making the impression that he had been around for the last five years.

Still, you smiled and played nice, not wanting to embarrass him in front of the people he was so desperate to please. You pretended to be the perfect daughter, and you counted down the days until you could go back home. Back to Wanda.

In your absence, you had realised how much you really cared for her. You physically ached to have her by your side, and you missed hearing her laugh or seeing her smile every day. The two of you had texted constantly while you were away, but the different time zones made it hard to call. Wanda was busy with her summer job, and by the time you got home each day from the various events, you were exhausted.

The few times you had managed to call Wanda on the phone, she had seemed distracted. She blamed it on being exhausted from work, but there was a feeling you couldn’t quite shake. However, when you spoke to her the day before your flight, she had seemed excited. She had ended the call by saying she had a surprise for you, and the conversation had been playing on your mind since.

You hoped it was a good surprise, secretly wishing that maybe she wanted to confess her feelings for you as well. You had tried to wrangle the information out of Pietro, but he only gave you half answers.

You didn’t let it bother you though. Your time away had made you realise that you couldn’t go off to college without telling Wanda how you felt. The two of you were going to different colleges, and while they were only an hours drive from each other, you felt like they were oceans away.

So you wanted to lay your heart on the line and tell Wanda you loved her. You decided that you were going to do it during the Fourth of July celebrations next week and confess during the fireworks display that the town always put on.

You had planned what you were going to say to her and imagined how it might feel to have her feel the same. You pictured finally getting to share your first kiss with Wanda, the sky a multicoloured backdrop behind you.

The plane had finally reached the gate and you stood quickly, grabbing your luggage from the overhead compartment. You followed the other passengers off the plane before collecting the rest of your luggage from the baggage claim.

You walked towards the arrivals gate, scanning the crowd for your mother who was meant to be picking you up. You stop dead in your tracks when you notice a familiar head of chestnut hair and a wide smile that made your heart stop.

Without thinking you dropped your bags and ran towards Wanda, launching yourself into her arms while she laughed at your greeting. She hugged you back tightly, and the two of you stood there for a minute, swaying slightly in each other’s embrace.

You pulled back, a wide smile on your face as you looked at Wanda. Her cheeks were flushed from laughing, her green eyes twinkling with delight and he smile was breathtaking. It just strengthened your resolve to confess your feelings for her. And the way she was looking at you made you think that maybe she felt the same.

“What are you doing here, is this the surprise you were talking about?” you asked her as you walked over to collect your luggage from where you had dropped it.

“Not quite,” she said as she grabbed one of your bags, slinging the strap over her shoulder. She linked arms with you as the two of you made your way to the exit. The touch making your heart pound in your chest.

“Is my mum waiting in the car?” you ask as you make it to the parking lot, looking around for the familiar car.

“Nope,” Wanda says, smiling over you and waiting for you to make the connection.

“Oh my god, Wanda, did you finally get your car?” you ask her excitedly.

She just nods and you turn and hug her again. You knew how hard she had been working to save for her car, and you were thrilled she had finally achieved her dream.

“So is that the surprise?” you ask again, as you pull back from the hug.

She shakes her head at you, “not quite.” She grabs your hand and pulls you along a row of cars. You hide your smile when you realise she is taking you toward the red car at the end of the row. She had always talked about wanting to own a red car. You had always joked that it was because they went faster, but she would just roll her eyes and say that it was because they were cute.

You can see a figure sitting in the passenger seat of the car, and you assume it must be Pietro. You’re getting ready to pull rank as best friend and kick him out of the front, but as you get closer to the car the door opens and they get out.

And it’s not Pietro.

It’s a girl about your age, with dark hair and blue eyes. She’s taller than you, and she has sharp cheekbones and a kind smile. She’s pretty, you think as you look at her and you can’t help the feeling of dread that settles in your stomach. You wonder who this new person is, and why Wanda brought her to the airport to pick you up.

Wanda drops your hand when you’re a few feet away, walking over to the stranger. You watch in horror as she rises on her toes to gently press her lips to the other girls, before standing next to her and wrapping an arm around her waist.

“I’d like you to meet my girlfriend, Rebecca,” Wanda says and you feel your stomach drop. “Bec this is my best friend that I’ve been telling you about.” Girlfriend. Wanda had a girlfriend.

“It’s so nice to finally meet you,” Rebecca says as she leans forward to shake your hand, a warm smile on her face. “Wanda here hasn’t shut up about you all summer,” she jokes, nudging Wanda with her hip, getting a soft smile from her. The smile she usually reserved for you.

You reach forward to shake her hand, hoping she doesn’t notice how bad yours is shaking. “Nice to meet you,” you say, glad that your voice doesn’t betray the barrage of emotions inside of you.

Wanda is looking between the two of you with a wide smile on her face, and you realise how important this must be for her. She’s clearly hoping that the two of you will get along, so you shoot her a reassuring smile.

“Okay, let’s get going shall we,” Wanda says, letting go of Rebecca and moving around to open the trunk. “I don’t want to pay for parking if I can avoid it. I think I still have about five minutes of the free parking left.”

You nod, placing your bag in the car and watching as Wanda shuts the trunk. She smiles gratefully over at you, and you smile back, unable to deny her even though your heart was shattering.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner,” she said, “but I thought this was face to face news.”

“It’s okay,” you respond, trying to keep the hollowness out of your voice.

“I really like this girl,” she confesses, driving the knife into your heart more. “I hope you like her too. I don’t know what I’d do if my best friend didn’t approve of my girlfriend.”

You nod, a lump forming in your throat. Wanda squeezes your shoulder gently and then walks towards the drivers’ side.

You take a deep breath, trying to hold yourself together and not break down in front of her. It was only a forty-five minute trip home. Surely you could survive that.

You open the door to the back seat, sliding in behind Rebecca and buckling your seatbelt. Wanda starts the car and pulls out of the parking lot, merging onto the highway and starting the trip home.

Rebecca starts up a conversation, talking about some movie that she and Wanda had gone to see the previous week. You smile and nod but don’t contribute to the conversation. Honestly, you don’t trust yourself to speak without falling apart.

Your tongue feels like ash in your mouth, your hands are trembling in your lap and your chest feels tight like you can’t quite catch your breath. Your mind is spiralling, trying to make sense of the situation.

An hour ago you were ready to declare your love for Wanda, ready to put your heart on the line.

And now?

Well, now your heart was crushed. All you wanted to do was crawl into bed and cry for a week straight. You wanted to scream and yell and break things. You wanted to be the person in the passenger seat, sharing secret smiles with Wanda and holding her hand as she drove. You wanted to be the person she introduced as her girlfriend. Instead, you were just the backseat rider.

“You’re awfully quiet back there,” Wanda says, pulling you from your thoughts. She glances over her shoulder at you before returning her eyes to the road, but you catch the concern on her face.

“Just tired from my flight I guess,” you answer, trying not to worry her. Because you had a role to play now. You were her best friend, and despite what you felt, you wanted her to be happy. So you would support her no matter what, and push your feelings back down. Better to have Wanda in your life as a friend than not at all.

Wanda hums at your response, and you think you’ve done enough to convince her.

When you get home you would allow yourself one day to feel, one day to grieve what could have been before you would pull yourself together.

Before long you pull up outside your house and Wanda gets out of the car to help you with your bags. Rebecca stays in the car, fiddling with the radio and you mumble a quick goodbye to her as you get out.

“Sooooo,” Wanda begins, dragging the word out as you walk towards your front door, “what do you think of Bec?”

“She seems great,” you say because you know it’s what Wanda wants to hear. And because it’s the truth. She does seem great.

“You think so?” Wanda asks, and you see the hopeful look in her eyes.

You nod and Wanda’s face breaks out into a wide smile. You knew your opinion was important to Wanda, so no matter how much you wanted to be the one with her, you wouldn’t sabotage her relationship. Her happiness was too important to you.

“Thank you,” she replies, leaning in and kissing your cheek softly, something she does often.

Your skin burns where her lips touched and you resist the urge to place your hand against the spot. She pulls back quickly, smiling the soft smile she usually reserves for you. Only now, Rebecca gets those smiles too.

“Anytime,” you respond, your mouth dry, “that’s what friends are for.”

Wanda rolls her eyes at you before saying goodbye quickly, walking down the steps of your porch and back towards her car.

Towards Rebecca.

She stops when she’s halfway there, turning around to look at you over her shoulder. “See you tomorrow!”

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[blackkwidowed]

Imagine taking Nat over the counter during the trailer scene when she’s just in an oversized shirt 😩

18+. Nat with a daddy kink !! (big shock). MASSIVE praise kink.

•

Your hands on her hips are hot, almost too hot. The second she feels your touch, she's leaning further into it, pulling your body closer.

You press your lips to the back of her neck, arms sliding around her waist to keep her pressed tight to your body. She grins, a soft hum falling from her lips at your touch.

"You feeling okay, sweetheart?" You mutter quietly to her.

She nods, craning her neck so you can continue the kisses to warm, smooth skin. She sighs in content. "Yeah. I'm good."

After a rough few weeks, you finally believed her when she told you she was okay. That in itself was a milestone.

She breathes sharply when your teeth brush her pulse, just barely. She laces her fingers through yours and rests her head back against your shoulder.

You hold her there for a little while, listening to her breathing and keeping one another warm. Your fingers splay over her abdomen, lower than she maybe expected, and her breath hitches.

You chuckle softly, resting your lips on her jaw to whisper to her. To be fair, she'd been dropping hints all day to you, but you were holding out on her because Natasha is by far your favourite when she's needy. "You need something?"

Natasha pauses, you can practically hear her thinking out loud. She could beg, and have you take her right there against the counter, or she could play along and have you take her to the bedroom for something a little lengthier.

Or, there is always the possibility of both.

Her fingers squeeze around yours and she tugs your hand south. "Lower. I need you lower."

"Oh?" You smirk. "Drop your hands, baby. Just feel me okay? I'll do all the work."

She nods, a soft, quiet whimper escaping as she lets her arms rest by her side. "Mmkay."

"Good girl," you mumble, gentle and just about audible. It makes her buck her hips, hands grabbing onto the counter to keep herself upright.

Your hands move under her shirt, teasing at the waistline of her panties and moving to graze at the lining around the top of her thighs. She moans, a shove of her hips into your hand, and you grip her a little harder with the free hand on her waist.

"Please stop teasing me."

"Shh, pretty girl." You hush, fingers brushing over her panties. It gives you only a mere taste of how wet she is, and you can't wait any longer. "I'm gonna take care of it, princess. I'm gonna take care of you, I promise."

"Please."

"Gonna make it all better, kay?" You slip one hand into her panties and she shifts, spreading her legs a little wider and creating a gap for you to touch her more accurately. Your fingers brush her clit and she releases a filthy groan, accompanied with a whimper of your name.

You breathe deep, breath hitching when you feel how wet she is when you move your fingers lower.

"Daddy, please."

"Alright, sweetheart, I got you." You whisper, pressing your lips to the shell of her ear. "I've got you."

The moment your fingers slide home, her volume increases, just like it always does when you first slip inside her. She moans, and you revel in the feeling of the vibrations from her throat against your lips as you suck at her neck, marking her like you know she needs.

"Daddy's got you, baby. Moan for me."

Your fingers curl, thumb brushing her clit, and she does exactly as she's told. "Oh, fuck."

"That's it, my pretty girl. Just like that. Good girl."

"Please, daddy. Just-oh, God."

You chuckle. "What is it, baby? Is that good? You like that?"

"I need more, daddy. I need more of you."

You smirk, grabbing her hips and pressing against her so she can feel that you definitely came prepared.

"Mm, yeah that'll definitely do it." She grins through a broken gasp as your fingers circle her clit. "Please, fuck me."

"You got it, babygirl."

Your hand leaves her panties and she groans, whines even.

"Turn around, baby."

She does as she's told, facing you. Her face is flushed red, hair starting to cover her eyes. You smile at her, so softly it makes her heart melt.

Lifting your hand to her jaw, you run your thumb across her bottom lip before sliding wet fingers past her lips, hot mouth engulfing them perfectly.

"My good girl, you look so pretty with my fingers in your mouth."

She smirks and it makes you raise an eyebrow at her, because you know she's had a dirty thought that she can't possibly keep to herself. "I bet I'd look prettier with your cock inside me."

You laugh, shaking your head. Your fingers slip out of her mouth and around the back of her neck, into her hair. You grip hard, pulling her neck back to look up at you.

"Strip. Now."

[sugarybitterness]

let’s build some bears - natasha romanoff x wanda maximoff x reader [blurb]

a/n; a short blurb~ going to build a bear with wandanat<3!!! hope you enjoy my first wandanat post:]] requests are open annnd feedback is always appreciated ~

the minute the three of you stepped to into the mall, you dragged your two girlfriends to the one single destination in mind: build a bear.

ever since the three of you started dating you had amassed quite a soft toy collection, from carnival prizes to arcade claw machine wins or the random plushie one of you picked up while shopping. but one type of plushie was glaringly missing from the collection- a build a bear one. when you found out neither natasha nor wanda knew what build a bear was, you decided to it was time to change that.

when you finally found a day where all three of you were free, all you had to do was turn on the pout and puppy eyes for your two soft badass girlfriends to bring you to the mall. hands entwined with each of them on one side, you looked at the huge build a bear sign with an large smile on your face.

“so we get to pick what kind of soft toy we want?” natasha asked curiously as she looked at the various types of animals for display, all in different colours. you nodded in affirmation and your head turned when you felt wanda’s hand slip from yours. the sokovian was looking at the clothes, but more specifically the avengers one.

“we can make our bears look like us?” wanda asked as she picked up the scarlet witch outfit, complete with the little headband. you nodded again in affirmation, a soft smile dancing on your lips when you saw how wanda’s eyes lit up as she grabbed all three of your superhero outfits to put in a nearby basket.

the three of you decided to get a classic teddy bear each, in varying shades of brown. knowing that you could probably convince your girlfriends to come back to build a bear more often, heart melting at the soft smiles the two had on their faces, you got one outfit for each bear. after going through the heart process and stuffing the bears, you also added in a voice recording for the bears too. taking turns to record a soft “i love you” for your own bear, you knew that the you would definitely be listening to the recording whenever they were away. you were then directed to the birth certificate station and after some convincing, each bear was named after each of your nicknames- tasha, wan and y/n/n. dressing the teddy bears in the matching hero outfit, the bears were gently placed in the boxes and the three of you left shop with contented hearts.

the next time you had to go on a mission, carol sent you a photo of wanda and natasha snuggled on the couch with your bear counterpart in between the two of them, each of them holding a paw. you laughed softly at the picture and set it as your lockscreen before opening up the group chat the three of you shared.

y/n: so.. should i be jealous of y/n/n? do i need to fight a teddy bear for stealing my girls?

natasha: i am going to kill carol

wanda: faster come home so we can cuddle the real y/n

y/n: yes ma’am

y/n: *voice recording* i love you natty~ i love you wanssss~~

wanda: *voice recording* we love you too ~

[221bshrlocked]

Why do you reblog your own fics so much?

Because someone might as well!? And look at this. Look. At. This.

Does this look right to you??

These are just the last three fics I wrote. I appreciate the likes, believe me I do, but you have to understand. Likes do nothing for content creators. It’s the reblogs. Because that’s how you find shit on your dashboard. Through reblogs. Not likes. This isn’t twitter or tiktok or instagram. This is a website that’s run by the reblog system.

Reblogging helps content creators put their stuff out there. Why do you think so many people stopped writing fanfic and creating beautiful fanart and edits? It’s because they put in hours of work and don’t get nearly enough notes for their masterpieces. Yes we do this because we enjoy it but like...some validation won’t hurt. A boost of confidence here and there might be all someone needs to finish whatever thing they started and left.

Anyway, I’m still going to reblog my shit...

[raewritesfiction]

I think I’m gonna restart blogging my own shit.

[221bshrlocked]

WRITERS. ARTISTS. EDITORS.

REBLOG YOUR OWN WORK.

THERE IS NO SHAME IN IT.

[kinkybazsmolsnow]

And still there'd be people who'd not REBLOG this post

[derinthescarletpescatarian]

Still think this site would be better if it didn’t have a like button.

[monstersandmaw]

^^ Just some examples of my stories, pulled at random from my notes. Some of those stories are a couple of years old, and that’s not a lot of reblogs.

Likes don’t help get your favourite creators’ stuff seen. It doesn’t get artists commissioned for glorious artwork, and it doesn’t get writers new readers (or commissions if they’re open). If you didn’t enjoy it that much, then there’s obviously no pressure to reblog, but if you did enjoy it, then the least you can do is reblog.

The reason I’ve got my ‘old stories reblog’ tag is because new folks don’t necessarily know about my older stories, so I reblog an old one to bring it to light again. I feel no shame in doing this, and neither should you if you’re a content creator. Promote your work because not many people seem prepared to help out.

[all54321]

Reblogging this because it’s important

[isisafrofairy]

Likes feel like emphasis on this app, reblogs & comments what really let creators know you enjoy their content.

[masterofhounds]

Always reblog to remind and encourage olde creators and the newest to promote themselves. Reblog! 🥂

[wholesome-dragon-lady]

Reblogging because this is important!!

[nermalina-deactivated20220114]

stepmom!nat catching r sneak out to go see her s/o (that nat dislikes) and punishes her 😮‍💨 with forced lactation kink and praise afterwards pls 🤲🤲

warnings (18+ only): noncon, stepmom!nat, unspecified but legal age gap, dark themes, light bondage, pussy spanking, lactation kink, praise kink

marvel masterlist. | marvel headcanons. | nav post.

mommy issues 101 masterlist.

“after all i’ve done for you, you decide to go out with her.” natasha snarled in disgust, refusing to mention the name of the woman you went out with. "what were you thinking?”

“it was just one date!” you cried out as natasha tied your wrists to the bedposts. she had stripped you down the minute you walked through the door, ready to punish you.

on top of going on a date with the woman who moved in across the street, you had lied to her. you told her that you were going out for pizza with a few friends, but you were actually having dinner with your new neighbor in her house.

“what if she wanted to fuck you?” natasha questioned. “would you let her do that? weren’t you the one that started coming to mommy for that a few months ago?”

“i wouldn’t! only you can do that, mommy. i’m sorry, i shouldn’t have gone over to w-” you let out a pained whimper when her hand came into contact with your cunt.

“don’t say her name.” natasha growled, slightly digging her nails into your thigh. “i’m gonna spank this little pussy until i think you’ve had enough and you’re going to thank me when i’m done.”

you’d gone through this before with the older woman, but the only difference tonight was that she was ruthless. she didn’t care how hard she smacked your pussy, nor how quickly. her snacks were purposely irregular, so you couldn’t detect when exactly the next one was coming.

you were a whining mess, pushing back against her hand in hopes that she’d stop. nearing the twentieth smack, natasha finally let up. you mumbled out a quiet ‘thank you’ when she pressed a damp cloth to your cunt.

“i don’t like punishing you, sweetheart.” natasha sighed, untying your arms. she pulled you into her lap and caressed your cheek. “you just have to be good for me, that’s all i ask.”

the russian smiled as you leaned into her touch, basking in the affection she was giving you. “i’m sorry, mommy. it won’t happen again.”

“it’s okay,” natasha cooed, snapping her bra off. she guided your head towards one of her breasts. “come on, doll, you know what to do.”

you weakly curled your lips around one of her nipples, sucking it into your mouth. eventually, a warm substance escaped the hardened peak and filled your mouth. natasha rubbed soothing circles on your back as you drank her milk.

“that’s my good girl.” natasha purred, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.