mommy!wanda who desperately tried to keep you under the mind control in the westview despite having deep unsolved issues with you pre and post blip. little more magic and nightmares to make you fear leaving her again wouldnt hurt, right?
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the issue with someone seeing the tags in the fics i read is i will read ANYTHING if it’s my favourite characters like it can have so many kinks that im not into but if it’s wanda maximoff etc im going to read it and Love it.
As get-togethers often go, they’re followed up at the end of the night with the traditional, “It was so nice to see you, let’s do this again soon.”
What was nice about it was that this time it was actually followed through. That’s why you’re here at Hayley’s, a dive bar not too far from the center of the city. The multicolored lights and worn-out furniture make you feel more at home than you maybe should.
You nurse a seltzer, head resting against the wall behind you as you watch the basketball playing on one of the televisions against the wall. Your girlfriend didn’t come this time, a time reserved for just your group of friends.
Part of you was relieved she wasn’t here, but another part of you wished you weren’t alone and tipsy.
The camaraderie is easy-going, something you’re happy to finally have back after busy months. You joke with your friends, share shots, and play card games in the back booth of the dive.
You’re mid-story when, out of the corner of your eye, a glass is placed to your right. With a smirk on her face, she plants herself right next to you. No words are said right away, just Wanda silently inserting herself into your conversation.
After a beat of silence, “What, she let you out for once?”
She raises her drink to take a sip, eyeing you over the rim of her glass. fighting an eyeroll, you sit back and watch as a drop falls down her chin. Of course, she sees your eyes follow the drop, and of course, you watch as her thumb wipes it off.
“I’m not on a leash, you know,” the response comes out nicer than you expected it to. voice too light for someone talking to their ex of two years, too familiar.
“She texts you enough for someone who doesn’t own you.”
Her voice is light as she says it, and if you didn’t know her, you’d brush it off. But you do know Wanda, too well, and the way her eyes don’t leave your face tells you she means it.
The two of you stay quiet for a while, her knee touching your own in its familiar way. Neither of you pays too much mind to the contact, too engrossed in the group conversation that you even realize your bodies have gravitated towards each other.
Her gaze drifts lazily over the friends around you two before eventually landing on your wrist. her eyes fixate for long enough for you to know what she’s looking at.
“Does she know that’s my bracelet you’re wearing?” she nods to your wrist, a ghost of a smirk on her lips. She knows the answer already, only wants to know how you’ll respond, “What, you told her it’s your mom’s birthstone?”
You bite your tongue, trying your best to ignore the smug way she said it. Instead, you force a smile, “Does your girlfriend know you’re questioning other girls about their jewelry?”
“And does yours know you still wear expensive jewelry gifted to you by your ex-girlfriend?”
Again, you’re at a loss for words, and Wanda knows it, “you gave it to me.”
It’s the best you can come up with. Inwardly, you berate yourself for saying something too much. They came out easier than you expected, too honest and quick.
“Three birthdays ago.”
Wanda knows she has a point, and she especially knows you’re not going to make a move to stop her accusations. Her grin widens immediately when you don’t answer immediately. There it is, the hesitation she was looking for.
“Don’t mean anything by it,” you know she does, “just thought she would’ve replaced it by now.”
You turn your body toward her, shoulder against hers, “thought what’s her face would’ve shown you by now that not everything needs to be replaced.”
Wanda’s grin twitches for just a fraction of a second. You got her with that; even she knows it. She drops the banter for a second and stays quiet, only allowing herself to enjoy your presence for a few moments longer.
Still, something warm flickers behind Wanda’s eyes as she memorizes the way the charm rests easily on your skin. satisfaction, not that you’d kept the gift, but because she caught you.
The few minutes of quiet you spent doing the same. Her presence brought a bittersweet sense of familiarity, one you shouldn’t have the privilege of feeling at the moment. Her cedar perfume only transports you back in time to the years you spent with her.
“Does she know you don’t even like sports?” Wanda asks suddenly, turning to you. Her lips curve as you scoff, acting offended, “Don’t even lie. You used to say it was unnecessary. You’re just making yourself look busy.”
Ignoring her is the only thing that you can think of doing. You try your best to avoid her, but the fact that you can feel her eyes watching you every few minutes has a heat rising in your chest that should not be welcomed.
You two pay attention to the card game that is going on at the table. For once, neither of you has a remark to make about the other. Instead, the noise of the bar fills the space between you two. Her shoulder remains against your own, but you refuse to create space.
Wanda excuses herself from the table with a muttered excuse of needing a new drink. You try to ignore the way you’d gotten used to her presence by your side after so long of not having it. You even think you slightly miss the way she casually brushes your thigh when she reaches for her phone.
“Be right back,” you say quietly to your friends, who really aren’t paying attention to you two. As if time and a girlfriend couldn’t stop you, you find your way following the taller woman to the end of the bar.
As if she knew you’d follow her, Wanda saved a space right next to her for you to fit perfectly into. She watches how you search your brain for an excuse as to why you trailed after her like a dog to a bone.
“It’s cute that you still follow me around, you know?” The smugness in her voice makes you want to hit her arm, but you refuse to do anything you used to while you were in a relationship.
“You’re not special.” Your voice doesn’t sound secure enough when you say it, maybe because it’s a lie, and you’re jealous.
She smiles at that, almost like she thinks it's a joke. It could be a joke, or it could be a way for you to pry at her thoughts. A brown drink is placed in front of her, and you can’t help but watch her hands as she reaches for it.
“Probably.”
You can practically feel the way your heart stuttered hearing the word, a heat rushing to your cheeks as you slowly pull toward her a bit more. The corner of your mouth twitches slightly before you can even notice it.
“Aw,” she coos mockingly, “you like that I could be jealous, don’t you?”
Wanda watches you from over the rim of her glass, index finger tapping against the cup. She leans against the bar, a few inches from being able to touch you, and you can’t help but watch the way her throat moves as she takes a sip of her drink.
It's pathetic, and you know it, to be with her like this when you know you both have someone else.
She’s the first to break the tension. She clears her throat and cuts eye contact, taking a small step back from you.
“For what it’s worth,” she takes in a deep breath, “I want it to be her.”
Your face mirrors that of quiet confusion, egging her to go on, “I want you to be happy with her, for this to be it, so you don’t ensure pain anymore. think that if you really love her, maybe I’ll stop…”
Her voice trails off toward the end, you almost reach out for her and beg her to finish her sentence. Instead, you settle for two words.
“Stop what?” Your voice sounds like it’s on the verge of begging, and it very well may be.
“Looking for you first,” Wanda’s eyes meet yours, a sad smile that slowly breaks your heart all over again. The breakup was never messy, and neither of you was completely at fault, so maybe that’s why it makes this even harder.
“When something good happens, when I want to tell you news, even when I have a bad day,” her smile is small, and her eyes are sad around the edges, “I hope you figure it out though.”
The sincerity in her voice brings in waves of anger, as if she’d decided once and for all that you two were not to be in each other's lives. It only angered you enough to voice it.
“You and your blonde don’t exactly scream soulmates.” You don’t know why you said it, you just know that it was on the tip of your tongue.
Wanda barks out a surprised laugh, eyes squinting and nose scrunching in the way you can’t stop loving, “There she is. Are you jealous?”
You scoff and roll your eyes. Once again, ignoring her is the only way you can preserve some sort of dignity. Wanda doesn’t need a response; she knows all of you.
“For the record, you don’t look so in love either.”
