Distraction II: Wanda x Reader
Request: Oh could you please do a Distraction part 2 it can't end like that
We took a little break from writing, so sorry this took forever to put up anon. I'm a big fan of these one-shots though, I like the Wanda x Reader relationship, so I hope you like them too.
WARNING: This 'mini-series' is kind of dark, and I hope that doesn't bother anyone. Again, like I said in the last post, we're not romanticizing abuse of any kind. This one-shot mentions physical abuse, so if that's a trigger to anyone please stop here. If you are dealing with physical abuse, please tell someone who can help and get you out of that situation. There are thousands of services that you can use, like this hotline, and as a last resort you could always talk to us.
Here's a link to the first part.....
And if you want another part to these one-shots, drop a request in our ask. Let me know if you want the plot to veer more towards a future relationship between the two or what. Thanks again.
You shot up out of bed, gasping and shaking yourself fully awake. Ever since Wanda brought back a few memories from your early childhood, you had recurring nightmares about your past that you thought you had locked up a long time ago. At first it was like dipping a toe into living hell, but as the days went on, floods of memories resurfaced and left you breathless each time you jolted awake. It had been two weeks of this nonsense, and sometimes when you woke up at three in the morning, you could hear the soft and gentle notes of a piano ringing through the tower.
Tonight was worse than the others though. A memory you had worked so hard to erase filled your thoughts and left you dripping with cold sweat and shivering in bed. You hastily ripped the damp covers off of your body and tripped to the bathroom, flicking on the light before hopping in the shower, but you realized that only made it worse.
The words they said to you rolled down your back with the water; pelting you with slurs and drowning you with tight grasp on your wrists. Before you were in the shower for a minute, you practically threw yourself out and landed on the floor with a heavy thud. Not caring if anyone heard, you reached up and pulled a towel off the rack and threw it over your body. You were lying in a fetal position, hugging the florescent colored towel close.
You heard someone approach the door, and you wearily pulled the towel tighter around you, not wanting to show anybody anything they didn’t need to see. Seeing that it was Wanda made you nervous, however, so before she could open the door you stood up and secured the towel under your arms.
“Are you okay in here?” Even though your lights were dim, you could easily see the dark circles around her eyes that seemed to never leave now a days. Her signature eye roll had been replaced with an eye rub and a yawn, and lately she hadn’t been blocking her thoughts to you.
“Chipper,” you managed to say before grasping onto the bathroom counter for support. You tried not to make it obvious, but Wanda’s eyes darted to your hand and back to your unnaturally pale face.
“It was nothing. I’m going to get dressed.” Wanda left you alone and you quickly dressed.
“I was going to sit on your bed, but I decided not to and threw your sheets in the washer instead,” Wanda commented before grabbing two of your pillows. “You can crash with me though, I haven’t used my actual bed in weeks.” You were too tired to decline, and dragged behind Wanda as she led you to her room.
When you entered, what Wanda said finally registered in your brain.
“Honestly, I’ve fallen asleep at the piano once or twice. I’m a big fan of that couch downstairs though.” You shrugged, not having the energy to pry her for more details. You carefully folded back the comforter and slid into the sheets, smiling at how cold they felt. “Well, goodnight again y/n.”
It wasn’t a good night though. About an hour later, you shot up, on the verge of tears and shaking like a leaf. It was the same dream, just much more vivid and realistic. You looked over to see Wanda eyeing you curiously from her desk, but not manipulating your sleep deprived mind to figure out what occurred in the dream. Well, not yet anyways.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
“Is there anything I can do to help?”
“Are you sure you don’t want to talk about it?”
“No,” you groaned, hating how weak you felt. You knew Wanda was going to put you under her spell any second to satisfy her curiosity, and even though you tried to block her connection, somehow she still slipped through.
This was the suburban house on the east coast you lived in for three years. You were eleven years old when you first moved there, and you remembered the exact layout like it was burned into your mind. The bathroom door was opened a crack, and from inside you could hear a struggle and splashing of water. Your mom was watching from the door, edging your father on as he went about his job.
He yanked you out from the water, letting your eleven year old body gasp for breath before shoving you back under again. Ancient symbols covered the bathroom walls and you remembered how long they took to paint over. Your father was saying something to you, but from underwater everything sounded like your own shrill screams.
“We must drown the demons out of your body!” He bellowed, his face turning red each time you managed to land a kick or push your head to the surface. You kneed him roughly in the stomach and you took advantage of his weakness to bob your face above the water, taking long, ragged breaths.
Suddenly, you were inhaling water, and you watched as your mother grabbed your shoulders and shoved you down to the bottom of the tub. Your vision started to go black, but you could still see their outlines, hovering overtop of the water like birds searching for prey.
“Stop resisting y/n, vacate my childs body you sinful creatures,” your mother said the next time you were lifted to the surface.
You gasped for air, clutching the sheets around you and staring at Wanda with wide eyes. She didn’t move though, she just stared back with an equally terrified expression. Her hands were shaking and you watched as she slowly approached you.
“I am so, so sorry y/n. I didn’t know-”
“Whatever,” you said without making eye contact. You got up and pushed past her, heading downstairs instead of back to your room.
Navigating in the dark, you found a lightly illuminated sitting room with the grand piano right in the middle. Wanda had used this one earlier, because her sheet music was still sitting on the stand. You nudged it aside and carefully placed your fingers on the keys, trying to remember the notes to your favorite classical piece.
Your hands glided beautifully over the keys, still remembering the concerto from years ago. Wanda approached from the opposite hallway, and when she entered the sitting room, you looked up from the piano, but continued to play.
“Everyone has their outlets,” you called to her while striking some of the last chords, letting them ring before sliding off the stool and walking back towards your room.
