OLD HABITS | Wanda Maximoff
Request: Do you think maybe I could get like a hecking gay Wanda maximoff x reader where the reader like highkey hates themselves. Maybe an eating disorder if it’s not triggering?
Warnings: Triggers, eating disorders, mentions of malnutrition
Growing up in a house full of people that didn’t want you had never been easy. And when that wasn’t bad enough it would be the words at school.
It wouldn’t be uncommon to hear a disgusting slang come out of someone’s mouth and aimed at you. Or a degrading word.
You had been convinced by so many people that no one wanted you around. You were hated for who you were.
But the more you listened to them, the more you believed them to be true.
Even after years of that tormented period in your life, it was still affecting you. It wasn’t just something you could get over in a night.
Wanda Maximoff. That incredibly sweet Sokovian with a heart of gold.
You appreciated her so much, and honestly didn’t know what you had done to deserve such a woman.
She grounded you. She helped you when you couldn’t help yourself.
Wanda had always done this. For as long as you had known her, she always made sure you were okay. Which most of the time, you weren’t.
This was one of those times.
You had gone to the convenience store just next door to grab some milk and the rude lady behind the counter had insulted you. It brought everything rushing back.
Suddenly you were that kid again, you were curling in on yourself, trying to be invisible.
Wanda could always notice, for when you felt this way you always went to sleep without dinner and wouldn’t eat for days at a time. That’s what you had been used to for so long, not eating because you family refused to serve you and attend to your needs.
You knew they couldn’t affect you anymore- you knew.
But you couldn’t help but feel like you no longer deserved that privilege that only certain family members of yours would have. Eating.
Wanda would never say anything about it. She understands some things couldn’t be fixed by words, only actions.
For encouragement can be meaningless, whereas an active assistance is always there.
So it would be these times, she would start humming away to some tune over the radio while pulling ingredients out of their hiding places.
You would always stand at a window, looking out at the world that could be oh so cruel. It was like a constant reminder of every time you were bullied. For your hair, your clothes, your face, the way you smelled and your name. There was always something different.
And as that despair set in even deeper, you would look at your reflection in the glass and wonder if they were right.
But then Wanda would call you out of your thoughts, wrap you in the fluffiest of blankets and bring you to the table so you could try a Sokovian dish. She would gush about the times with her brother, all the lovely ones- that she liked to remember.
She would talk about friends and maybe getting pets in the future.
Then she would talk about how excited she was as if her whole life was a complete adventure- she told it as if it was some sort of fairy tale made only for the two of you. Every sentence was filled with how much she loved her situation. And every single sentence had your name in it.
it’s also at these moments that you realize, they were wrong. You would be loved, and Wanda would be the one to give you that.
Wowie I got another request I’m really happy oof. I’ve even been in quite a marvel mood recently as well, so getting marvel requests is just a bonus.
Also. I’m really sorry if this wasn’t exactly what you were going for but you said ‘gay Wanda’ and I thought “okay so female reader” but the request referred to the reader using no gender defining terms so I was a bit confused. Gay can also mean happy, so that’s another thing.
But I just tried to fit it for both without specifying a gender, I try to stay as gender neutral as possible unless directly told otherwise. Even then, I might make one version for the specified gender and a variation where it’s non specified if that’s something I feel I should do.
I don’t want anyone to feel left out because of gender, because that’s in no ways how I want someone to think.
These writing experiences are really interesting and I really appreciate having the opportunity for that so please by all means, keep the requests coming.
I hope I met some bars, and I hope you enjoyed 💕