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[vidalswife]

"She is my scar."

I fear this was the gayest line in cinematic history.

[deedzreads]

me if only reading x readers was illegal

[sweetlikelace]

i’ve fallen off the face of the earth due to mental health but i’m still here lurking 👀👀

🧘🏼‍♀️💗🧚‍♀️ missed u guys

[sweetlikelace]

600 of you !! wow !! happy new year to me !!

(i promise i’ll be posting so soon <333)

[sweetlikelace]

IF WE MAKE IT THROUGH DECEMBER

Sum. when you move into a quiet suburban neighborhood, the last thing you expect is for your new next-door neighbors to invite you to spend a cold, winter evening with them

Warnings. mention of financial struggles, dom/sub relationships, nudity, intoxication, a lil bit of cnc,

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It was christmas time when you decided to move, an odd choice, but something about starting over during the quiet lull of winter felt right. the world was softer in december, like it knew everyone was tired and in need of something gentle.

the tires of your old car crunched over the fresh layer of snow as you pulled up to the house. the roof was blanketed in white, icicles hanging from the porch like glass ornaments. your breath fogged up the windshield as you stared for a moment, letting the engine hum while your eyes took in the sight.

it was simple, a little worn around the edges, but it was yours. drawing a few glances from behind sheer curtains and half-closed blinds, the house at the end of the cul-de-sac had been empty for nearly a year, until today. but this new home wasn't just a house, it was a everything. you had bought it with what was left of your father's life. he wasn't a wealthy man by any means, but he worked hard, the kind of hard that wears people down more than it lifts them up. 

you didn't have many boxes, not enough for a moving truck that is. you spent every last penny of your inheritance on this colonial revival homestead, leaving you with just enough for dinner. the furniture from your small, studio apartment was no where near enough to furnish the entire house. it was a dumb decision, really. investing in a home you couldn't afford, in a town filled with strangers, but you had your eye on this house since you were a child. it wasn't even the most impressive house on the block, but the location of all your childhood fantasies. 

you stepped out of the driver's side, stretching your back. a new start. a new place. no baggage, at least none that wasn't packed neatly into cardboard boxes. the house wasn't large, but it had charm. brick and stone, ivy creeping along one side, and a porch that looked like it had stories to tell.

next door, through their window, two women stood just inside their gate. they were quiet, subtly watching and observing. 

"who's that?" natasha asked, arms crossed, sunglasses perched on her head.

wanda nodded slowly, tucking a strand of auburn hair behind her ear. "new girl. she just moved in."

the other neighbours couldn't quite figure out how someone so presumably young could afford a house like this, tucked away in a quiet, almost forgotten corner of the world. it was clear you were alone. no boyfriend, husband, significant other in the picture. what was your purpose? rumors swirled quietly: maybe a lucky break with the house, or maybe priorities were just different. whatever the truth, the house was yours now, standing solid, ready for you to make it a home.

as for natasha and wanda, they were shocked when the for sale sign was taken down a few days prior. the house had been empty since they moved in, this neighborhood had been too quiet for too long, and the house next door always seemed a little too still. now, there was movement. a new energy. wanda felt it in her chest like a faint thrum, new but not unwelcome.

back in the driveway, you were balancing a box awkwardly on your hip, trying to unlock the front door at the same time. the key stuck, twisted halfway. you muttered something under your breath that probably wasn't polite.

wanda tilted her head. "poor girl, she's going to drop that."

"I give her ten seconds," natasha replied.

the box slipped with a dull thud, books tumbling out and scattering across the icy porch. you groaned and crouched to gather them, your gloves making it harder to grip onto anything.

"should we go over?" wanda asked.

natasha smirked. "you just want an excuse to introduce yourself."

wanda didn't deny it.

by the time you straightened up, brushing your hands on your jeans, the gate creaked open and two women were crossing your lawn with practiced ease. one was tall, with dark red hair pulled into a low braid, she looked cold. The other's eyes were striking, and she smiled like she already knew something you didn't. Neither of them wore jackets, just their arms wrapped around themselves like they didn't plan to be outside long.

"hey there, I'm wanda." the woman said softly, her voice steady and warm, as if she understood the exhaustion weighing on your shoulders. you offered a small, tentative smile in return, still flushing with a mix of embarrassment and relief. "natasha, go grab those other boxes," wanda spoke gently. the second woman bent down without hesitation and started lifting one of the heavier boxes. 

"oh, you really don't have to—" you began, voice trailing off, the weight of pride and fatigue catching in your throat. your breath visible in the night. 

wanda's gaze didn't waver. "nonsense, sweetheart," she said gently, using a word that felt like a soft thread of familiarity woven between strangers. "we're happy to help."

with the help of the two women, the few boxes you'd brought were now neatly stacked at the foot of the staircase, ready to be unpacked. the house came with a bookshelf and just enough to furnish the living room; it had been included when you signed the papers. white sheets covered the sofa and armchairs, giving the room a quiet, almost abandoned look. the fabric was thin and a little yellowed with age, like a gentle reminder that this place had a history before you. it was all outdated, heavy wooden bookshelves with scratched surfaces, floral patterns faded by years of sunlight, and a lamp that looked like it belonged in another era. but despite the worn edges and tired upholstery, you felt a flicker of gratitude. it wasn't much, but it was something.

natasha caught her breath and wanda stood with her hands on her hips, taking in each corner of your new home. "well isn't this sweet." the redhead spoke with such admiration. "you didn't tell us your name yet, sweetheart." 

heat crept into your cheeks, suddenly aware of the oversight. "right, I'm sorry..." you apologize, introducing yourself. 

wanda just flicked her wrist. "no worries, sweet girl. you must be exhausted. was it a far drive?" 

you shake your head. "just a few hours..."

wanda tilted her head, studying you. her eyes soft, but curious. there was an unspoken patience in the way she looked at you. wanda leaned in toward natasha, her voice dropping to a soft whisper you could barely catch. the words were gentle, laced with a hint of a smile you couldn't see fully from where you stood.

natasha's eyes flicked toward you, then back to wanda, a quiet understanding passing between them. after a moment, natasha stepped away, disappearing down the hall.

you watched as wanda settled back, her calm presence filling the room like a warm quiet. a few minutes later, natasha returned carrying a bottle of unopened wine and two glasses, its label worn but intact. she held it out with a small, inviting smile. "a little housewarming." 

"is it just you here, sugarplum?" wanda asks, opening the bottle of screw top wine and pouring you a full glass.

truthfully, there had been someone else. someone you had once imagined buying this house with. you'd traced out dreams together in quiet coffee shops, circled listings in late-night conversations, whispered about paint colours and where the bookshelf would go.

for a long time, it had felt certain; like they'd be here with you, right now, stepping out into the snow, laughing as they helped carry boxes, their breath misting in the cold beside yours.

but like all things, it came to an end. not dramatic, just the quiet kind of unraveling. words left unsaid. distance that kept growing even when you were standing right next to each other. Love that slowly turned into something unrecognizable.

now, it was just you.

"just me." you flash a tightlipped smile and take a sip from the glass. 

natasha and wanda take turns sipping from the same glass, their lipstick staining in the same spot over and over. you 

natasha and wanda sat near the front window, a half-empty glass of wine between them, the soft clink a subtle reminder you weren't alone. they didn't hover, didn't try to take over or fill the space with noise. they simply kept you company, talking quietly between themselves, glancing your way now and then with a kind of gentle attentiveness you weren't used to.

why they were here, you didn't quite understand.

surely they had better things to do, like last-minute shopping, family dinners, wrapping gifts under the tree. but here they were, two women you'd only just met, offering their presence without conditions or expectations.

and maybe it was the wine or the stillness or the way wanda had smiled at you earlier like she saw through the weight you carried—but you found yourself grateful. deeply, quietly grateful. Because this year, kindness had felt scarce.

you hadn't told them about your father. you hadn't said how strange it was to be alive in a world where he no longer existed, how raw the holidays had felt without his voice on the phone or his crooked attempts at gift-wrapping. you hadn't shared how the house, lovely as it was, echoed a little too loudly with the absence of all the people you'd once imagined filling it. 

you felt heavy, which is why when wanda's lips touched yours you instantly pulled back, startled. confusion flooded your head, was this happening or was it just the wine? natasha watched her wife with a tilted head. "self control, darling. you don't want to scare our new friend." she gently rubbed wanda's arm. 

you swallowed, fingers finding the spot on your lips she had kissed. you had no words. "I'm sorry, detka." wanda apologized. "sometimes I get ahead of myself."

you nod, shrugging it off. "it's okay... it was nice..." your words trail off.

wanda and natasha share a look before natasha stands up and moves to the other side of the sofa, so you were sandwiched between them. natasha brushes a stand of hair out of your face. "it must be lonely, just you in this big house." you nod, feeling the effects of the wine. you were beginning to feel very comfortable in the presence of the two older women. your eyes trailed back to wanda's mouth as she spoke. not listening to a word, just focusing on how her lips moved. it didn't go unnoticed by her. she gently ran a tongue over her bottom lip. 

"poor thing. you must be so tired after today." she coos and looks over to natasha who was taking the wine glass out of your hand and placing it on the floor beside you. "we can help you relax, sweet girl." wanda whispers. "would you like that?" it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what they were implying, and you knew that. a couple hours ago you would've shut the door in their faces, but in this moment, all you felt was curiosity. 

wanda kissed you again, soft and gentle while natasha stroked your arm with the backside of her hand. "she's delicious, nat. come try." wanda adjusted herself to make room for her wife. natasha's lips felt different. they were a bit chapped, but she kissed with more force. you didn't know who to focus on. wanda ran fingers through your hair as natasha began running hers beneath your knit sweater. her fingertips danced along the line of your stomach, causing goosebumps. 

once they had you in just your underwear, you watched as they kissed each other. more rough than they were with you. natasha took control, and wanda bathed in it. 

"it looks like someone's feeling left out." natasha feigns sympathy. but wanda softened and immediately returned to you. she traced your jaw line. "we're going to take good care of you." she pecked your forehead and disappeared behind you. natasha pressed her thumb against your lips. "open." she demanded and you obeyed within seconds. 

you almost didn't notice wanda unbuckling your bra behind you. you suck on natasha's thumb, the cold air causing your nipples to peak and it didn't go unnoticed by wanda. she ran her middle finger over the pink buds. "so cute." 

natasha pulled her thumb away, leaving a string of saliva you quickly wiped off with your hand. natasha looked down, examining your chest with a proud smirk. you were so easy. wanda stood in front of you and took your hands in hers. "don't I pick the best gifts." she looked to natasha and back to you. "the moment you climbed out of that car I knew nat would just adore you. even I could just eat you up." 

natasha chuckles a bit and places a hand on her wife's shoulder. "patience, malyshka. we have all night."

tags: @ciaoooooo111 @htinha157 @milflovers4 @artemisarroxvolkov @ssasa-romanoff @angelicbrats @vyvvycg @filmedbyharkness @maleficentdaydreamer @deathbylesbianwitches @r0se16 @angelxblink @pagesofsara @mustangmopar @alterowho

[sweetlikelace]

hi, how y’all doing? 🫣🫣 i forgot about this app for a good month missed u guys

[sweetlikelace]

I’m the anon that asked for I’ll blow out the candles. I absolutely loved it thank you so much 😭😭

I really want to know how you got the exact feeling I had when I realized no one was going to acknowledge birthday. It’s like you were in my head. I’ve never had anyone understand me that way and I’m 26. It’s honestly such a good feeling. (Also is it slightly parasocial that I cried more that you understood than the fact no one remembered?)

As always your writing is impeccable and I am so thankful you wrote it. It truly made me feel just a little bit better. Thank you so much. 🖤

i’m so so glad you liked it !! tbh i felt the same way, like my friends and family remembered but i feel like each year it’s less and less and i’m still learning to accept that it’s not always a bad thing!

i’m happy i was able to help you feel just a little bit better !!

thank YOU🫵🏻💌

[sweetlikelace]

I’LL BLOW OUT THE CANDLES

Sum. your birthday arrives quietly, and you tell yourself it’s fine when the day passes without a single acknowledgement. you remind yourself not to make a fuss, but wanda notices the subtle change in your smile. she remind you that you matter and throws you a little celebration of her own

Warnings. sadness, a bit of neglect, fluff and comfort, wanda being a cute girlfriend, nostalgia, etc

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the morning of your birthday arrived with an unusual stillness, the kind that seemed almost intentional, as though the world had chosen to move more slowly, to give you space you're not entirely sure you want. you wake up later than usual, having allowed yourself the indulgence of sleeping in. one that was well deserved. 

when you're a child, birthdays hold a kind of ceremonial importance, where your existence is briefly celebrated with an almost theatrical enthusiasm. at school, your name is written on the chalkboard, or announced aloud to the class. friends offer eager congratulations, and even the shyest classmates manage a cheerful smile. for that brief moment, you are unmistakably acknowledged. you matter.

as you grow older, however, the atmosphere shifts. the annual excitement fades, replaced by a quieter, more subdued recognition. the number of birthday wishes lessen and people become less excited to celebrate a day that repeats yearly. rationally, you understand that this is natural, that adulthood comes with distractions, obligations, and a general softening of rituals. and yet, the emotional response remains. it feels almost childish to care so deeply, but it is not the attention itself that you miss, it is the sense of being remembered without having to ask. 

the morning light slowly fills your room and the silence stretches, that faint hope begins to thin. part of you expected, even hoped to wake to an array of missed calls or text messages. some sign that people were thinking of you before you even opened your eyes. but when you finally wake and reach for your phone, the screen is blank. 

a strange lump of embarrassment accompanied the disappointment. it felt childish to care so much, to want something as simple and fragile as acknowledgment. but the feeling persisted all the same, tapping insistently at the edges of your composure. although you had slept in later than usual, it was still early. maybe too early to expect your family and friends to process the date. so you pull yourself out of bed and head to the kitchen to make a cup of coffee. wanda had replaced all your coffee pods with decaf after she noticed how jittery you were on your last date night. it was a thoughtful jester, but the taste was different and to be quite honest you were planning to buy the regular pods and hiding them when she'd come over next. 

wanda had to work today. you had discussed it all week, her plan to come over for dinner and cook your favourite pasta dish, and then curl up with some tacky christmas movie and candy canes the rest of the night. it was the only perk of having a november birthday. but wanda loved every moment of it. your relationship was still newer, so it made birthdays and holidays a lot more thrilling to explore. wanda loved experiencing those moments with you; the way her nose would scrunch in excitement when she saw you, or how she'd dance a little when making future plans. but even with the reassurance of wanda's later presence, a part of you hesitated, not sure how to spend the first part of your day. 

books were stacked neatly on shelves, dishes washed and put away, counters wiped down until they shined. it was mundane work, but it gave you a sense of order, a feeling that you were reclaiming some control over the day. 

as the day stretched on, you found yourself glancing at your phone again and again, almost without realizing it. it had become a habit, a quiet, nervous one. each time you unlocked the screen, your heart gave a small, anxious flutter, just in case a message or a call had come through, just in case wanda had found a spare moment to check in despite work. but each time, the screen remained stubbornly blank. the absence pressed on you more than you expected. it wasn't anger or disappointment this time, exactly, it was a quiet tension that hummed in your chest, a constant reminder of object permanence. 

by late afternoon, you realized that despite the anxious habit of checking your phone, you could still hold onto a sense of calm. you reminded yourself that wanda would come, eventually, and that was all that truly mattered. the rest of the day, the silence, the empty notifications, they were only temporary. you could let yourself breathe, let yourself linger in the quiet, holding onto the anticipation instead of the worry.

and then, just when the day began to stretch into that heavy kind of evening, the door clicked open. she stepped inside, carrying a grocery bag in one hand, a small, unmistakable gift bag in the other. two red balloons bobbed above her head, tethered to the gift. she smiled, that dazzling, impossible smile that made the corners of her heart ache with warmth.

"happy birthday, detka!" wanda's voice rang out, bright and full of joy, and it was contagious. you couldn't help but laugh as you grab the grocery bag from her hands and help her in. 

you felt wanda's lips brush against your cheek, warm and tender, a soft punctuation to the tension that had built over the day. wanda set the gift bag down carefully, her hands lingering for a moment on the counter before reaching for yours. wanda looks at you and lets out a gentle sigh, "well," she said, a teasing curve to her lips, "you look another year older, another year wiser." she let her eyes roam over you, "and a whole lot sexier." her expression softened, the playful teasing giving way to something tender, something intimate. she squeezed your hands lightly, leaning just a little closer. "happy birthday, my love."

you felt that familiar bubble in your ribs and your eyes glossed over. she was so genuine in her approach to make you feel special. wanda gave your hands another squeeze. "talk to me."

you hesitated, the words lodged somewhere behind your throat. but wanda had a way of looking at you that made silence feel okay, like the pause wasn't a gap to fill but a space to breathe. and eventually, the dam broke. you told her everything: the loneliness, the ache of being forgotten, the hollow feeling that seemed to settle in your chest every time you thought about the day. she stayed quiet, allowing you to ramble about your feelings. as the words and tears spilled, she made two cups of hot chocolate and placed them on the coffee table. she brings you over to the sofa and sits you down, pulling you into her embrace. 

"I didn't expect anyone," you confessed quietly, tracing your fingers along the rim of the chipped mug. "not really."

wanda hummed softly, shifting just enough to look up at you, her eyes warm and earnest. "well," she said, tilting her head, "I'm here, and I don't need a reason to celebrate you." 

her words made your chest tighten in the best way. she always had a way of turning the ordinary into something extraordinary, of making moments feel like little worlds that belonged only to the two of you.

then she nudged a small, wrapped box toward you with a conspiratorial grin. "open it."

you hesitated, a little shy, but the ribbon slipped easily between your fingers. inside was a gold locket, already opened to reveal the first photo you two had taken together. it was a bad angled selfie taken on what you deemed to be the coldest night of the year back in january. the two of you were wrapped in so many layers wanda struggled to even take the picture. it was a night you would always remember, and a small note underneath:

so I'll always be with you, even when I'm away - W

you held it to your chest, unable to get the words out. unable to express how thankful you were for her just being. sure, it was tacky, in a puppy love kind of way. but you found yourself wanting to embrace the sentiment with wanda. she reached over, brushing a strand of hair from your face, and smiled that gentle, unwavering smile that had always felt like home. "you don't need to thank me. I love being here with you." she whispered. 

the evening stretched on like that. you talked about nothing and everything: old memories, ridiculous "what ifs," quiet dreams. just allowing the warmth of her presence fill the spaces that had felt empty all day.

tags: @ciaoooooo111 @htinha157 @milflovers4 @artemisarroxvolkov @ssasa-romanoff @angelicbrats @vyvvycg @filmedbyharkness @maleficentdaydreamer @deathbylesbianwitches @r0se16 @angelxblink @pagesofsara @mustangmopar

[sweetlikelace]

Hey! 👋

I’ve never really asked anything before, but do you think maybe you could do a short drabble with Wanda where readers family forgets their birthday and reader tried to laugh it off but eventually can’t hold it in anymore. Then Wanda comforts them…this happened to me today and I just need comfort.

I really love your writings. Thank you so much for putting it out in the world. 🖤

first off happy belated birthday, you cutie!! a fellow november birthday baby !! 🎂🎈

i actually want to turn your idea into more than just a drabble so gimme a few days & i promise it’ll be up for you!

[sweetlikelace]

Also sad and lonely with a pinch of anxiety here ☝🏽

What are some things you do when you’re anxious ?

i’m sorry you’re feeling that way too :((

i’m a sucker for escapism so i usually throw on a comfort movie (either the first avengers or how to lose a guy in 10 days), and i’ll scroll through tiktok because that’s distracting

RARELY am i creative anymore but i used to do crafts

[sweetlikelace]

send me stuff in my inbox !! i’m sad n lonely n i need a distraction

[dearlizzies]

GIRLFRIEND! WANDA WHO…

𓍯𓂃 gf!wanda who would teleport behind you just to whisper “Boo” and then kiss your neck like it’s nothing.

𓍯𓂃gf!wanda who would randomly make objects float around the room but the moment you appear they all fall down.

𓍯𓂃gf!wanda who is sooo emotionally intuitive it’s scary. You don’t even have to say you’re upset, she’ll just crawl into bed with you, wrap you in a blanket, and whisper, “Talk to me.”

𓍯𓂃gf!wanda who makes you breakfast in bed with floating utensils and you appear with one of her big t-shirts, and her eyes light up like ur the best thing ever

𓍯𓂃gf!wanda who gets jealous often, thanks to telekinesis, she reads the mind of any person who’s too close to you. Then she would talk to them telepathically telling them to back off.

𓍯𓂃gf!wanda who writes her in her journal in Sokovian. You don’t understand the words, but you know it’s poetry because her handwriting is precious.

𓍯𓂃gf!wanda who likes to practice her witchcraft with you and you just do whatever the hell she wants. Braiding her hair while she’s reading an ancient spell book, or just being so rounded by candles while she’s mumbling spells.

[traveler-at-heart]

We’re all thinking about Sugar Mommy Wanda, right?

[aubvrns]

elizabeth olsen, the woman you are

[aubvrns]

DEADLY

[sweetlikelace]

Happy birthday beautiful ❤️

thank YOUU🤭🤭