#wanda maximoff imagines

Part 1,Part 2,Part 3,Part 4.

Summary: Peter comes home, Wanda makes a promise.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Warnings: None!

Word Count: 2k

A/N: Hey… I’m back. I stopped writing when I entered university, now i’m ending my second year. I’m so so sorry i left you guys hanging for so long, but life’s been crazy as fuck. someone messaged me about this a few days ago, and i couldn’t stop thinking about it. Hopefully i’ve gotten better at writing!

The ride back was terse. 

Peter followed behind your truck, Wanda sitting next to you with the machete still tight in her hand. Your own hands gripped the wheel tightly. You were afraid that you wouldn’t be able to let go.

The moment you twisted the key in the ignition, Wanda had turned to you and asked in a calm voice. “Do you know if he was followed?”

Immediately, your chest tightened. “No. I don’t.”

“Did you use secure channels?”

“Of course we did-”

“Did you change them every night?”

“I’m not stupid,” You snapped. It wasn’t Wanda who frustrated you, it was the uncertainty of being followed. You hadbeen safe, but there was always an element of unknown that could come back and bite you. “I knew what I was doing. Believe it or not I survived just fine before you came along.”

Wanda had sat back. “I’m just covering all the bases; no need to be so sensitive.”

“We were as careful as possible.”

“‘Careful as possible’ doesn’t ensure anything.” She responded coolly.

“Why do you care if you’re going to leave?”

That stung. You could feel the sting when the words hit Wanda.

Now you sat in silence, staring straight ahead, driving back home while simmering in subdued anger. The idea of welcoming another stranger into your house make your stomach flip. So much had changed over the past weeks, you were scared for the future. The good mood you had been in after looting the town. You thought about Wanda’s questions. 

“Wanda,” you said quietly. “I get that’s you’re upset, but if I drive back to the farmhouse, someone could follow us and know our location. If we stop for the night, we could be ambushed, eaten by bears, or… or…”

“Hey, calm down.” Wanda said just as softly. “What are you asking me, Y/N?”

You swallowed. “What do I do, Wanda?”

“We go back to the farm.” She looked over, trying to reassure you. “Then we wait on alert for the next week. Just in case.”

“Just in case,” you agreed, pushing your doubt away. “I’m… sorry for all of this.”

She turned to you, and you could feel her eyes on you. When Wanda didn’t speak you kept going.

“I’m sorry about inviting a total stranger into the house, but… you don’t know what it was like when I was alone,” you said. “Day after day… there were times when I thought I was the only one left. That stupid radio was all I had for months, and when I found Queens, or, Peter, I cried. For the first time in years, I had a friend. Someone I could talk to without being afraid that they were going to kill me or hurt me.”

“You needed him,” Wanda whispered. 

You nodded, gripping the wheel even tighter.

“I needed him. I still do.”

And I need you.

The thought punches its way through your mind, but you don’t let it get far.

Thirty minutes later, you pulled into the long driveway, mouth dry. Before you could cut the engine, Wanda rested her hand on yours.

“Y/N, if you said you were safe on the radio, you were safe. I’m not trying to scare you into worrying.” She said. “Don’t let it control you. This is still your house, so you make the decisions.”

She might as well have said don’t let the looming thought of being attacked in the night by a group New Alliance Hydras control you. It’s not like that constantly pervaded the edges of your thoughts every night before you slept and when you woke up. 

Instead of saying that, you nodded, and turned off the engine.

“Peter,” you called to him as you jumped out of the truck. “Can you help us move these into the house?”

You were referring to the bags of food and supplies in the cargo bed. The three of you made multiple trips back and forth from the house to the truck. Feeling the weight of each bag helped soothe the knot of anxiety that coursed through you so aggressively. 

Once finished transporting, you stood in the kitchen with Wanda and Peter. 

You turned to the young man. Peter was older than you anticipated, with wavy brown hair that was slick with dirt. “You must be exhausted. Do you have any other bags?”

“No, just this.” He gestured to his single backpack, slung on his shoulder.

“I’ll show you to your room. There’s a bathroom for you to take a shower and freshen up.”

He looked so relieved, you smiled. “Thank you, North. Thank you so much. I can’t remember the last time I had running water.”

You sniffed.

“I have an idea.”

You saw Wanda rooting through the liquor cabinet as you stalked up the stairs. Once out of earshot, Peter spoke.

“Who is she?” He asked softly. He sounded curious, not confrontation. 

There was hesitation that Peter detected. “Y/N, what is it?”

“Shewas a member of the New Alliance,” you said carefully. “But she defected.”

Peter noticeably tensed. “She was a Hydra?”

Hydra was a nickname created by the Protectors. All that time in the East really seasoned Peter’s vocabulary. 

“Yeah.” There was no way to sugar coat it, but you didn’t want scare Peter off. “She was. I found her in the forest after she deserted and I… I stabbed her, it wasn’t bad!”

Peter’s eyes widened in complete surprise as you rushed to placate him.

“We worked it out! Don’t worry!” you said. 

“Okay, okay,” he said, shaking his head in disbelief. “Glad to know my two roommates nearly killed each other.”

“Hey, I am not your roommate, I’m your landlord.”

You chose one of the bigger rooms for Peter, right next to yours and close to the bathroom. He nearly squealed in delight when he saw the double bed and massive windows.

“This is amazing!” he gushed, flopping down on the soft duvet before you tell him not to. “This bed is so big! And the lights really work! How did you find this place, Y/N?”

You wince. Now isn’t the time to bring that up. 

“Get cleaned up and rest. I’ll make you something if you’re hungry.” You turn and left, calling out behind you.

“I’ll introduce you to Goat tomorrow!”

—-

“I’ve decided I like him.” Was the first thing Wanda says when you come downstairs. 

“Oh yeah? Why?”

“Because he’s still a sweet kid despite everything.” She’s reclined on the couch in the living room, long hair tossed over one shoulder. “He must have seen some horrible things out there but he’s still smiling and laughing. He’s like a puppy.”

You laughed, but it’s more like a scoff.

“And here I thought I’d have to convince to you to let us keep him.” You went to the kitchen in search of bread for toast and some sort of canned fruit to add nutrition. “I’ve spoken to him long enough to know he’s a good kid, so we don’t have to worry about it.”

“I never said I was worried.”

“Yeah, you did.”

“When?”

“In the car, Wanda. Like, an hour ago.”

“I’m worried about the Militia, not this kid,” she corrected. “Jeez, Y/N, get it together.”

You turned and looked at her for a moment before rolling your eyes.

“This is what I get for taking in a stray.” You muttered, but Wanda clicked her tongue.

“I heard that.” 

After you put together a simple toast with a side of fruit cocktail, you went to Wanda’s side, tentatively picking at the edge of her shirt to check her stitches. At this point, she didn’t even flinch or stare at you - instead, she raised her arm as you checked. 

“Still needs time.” you said, letting go of the hem. “I hope all the excitement didn’t strain you too much.”

She rewarded your concern with a smile; a bright, full smile, and you hated the way your heart tripped.

“Nah, I’m a trooper. Nothing a little sleep or scotch won’t fix.” She hummed. 

Trooper. Yeah. A trooper.

“Don’t drink tonight,” you hate how much you sounded like a mom, but it needed to be said. “Now that I’m all freaked out about potential safety breaches, I need you on your best.”

When you tried to leave, a hand caught your own and pulled you back.

“Hey, come on.” Wanda led you to the couch so that you could sit next to her, leaning into her unwounded side. “You can relax for a minute, right? Take a deep breath. Tonight was successful despite the grizzly bear.”

She was right - it had been a good night, what with all the food and supplies they found, and Peter’s arrival.

But something in you wouldn’t calm down; the conversation you had with Wanda in the car was still so present in your mind.

Why do you care if you’re going to leave?

You wish you could have snatched back those words. As irritating as Wanda was, the thought of the house being empty made your skin crawl. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad because Peter was there now, but even then, he might not stay, then what? 

“I can hear you thinking, Y/N,” Wanda chided gently. You hadn’t even noticed that she was rubbing your arm to soothe you. “Whatever it is, let it go.”

“When are you going to leave?” You asked quietly.

her hand stopped.

“Huh?”

“I- nevermind. It’s nothing.”

“No, it’s something.” She looked at your face and for once, your could meet her eyes. “Why? Do you want me to go?”

“No,” you said quickly. “Actually, I… God, this sounds stupid, but I’d like you to stay as long as you’d like.”

The words tumbled out like water from a broken cup, but when they were out, your chest felt immediately lighter.

Wanda put the pieces together.

“You want me to stay?”

It sounded so emotional and lame when she said it “Well… yes. But don’t hold it over my head as if I’m begging you to stay!” You snapped, standing up abruptly. “I know you’ll get yourself killed out there, or at least stabbed again, so if anything I’m doing you a favour.”

Perhaps it was your sudden change in demeanor, or the idea of getting stabbed again, but Wanda let’s out a sharp, bright laugh. Her shoulders jumped and she threw her head back.

“Okay,” she agreed, grinning up at you from where she sat. “I’ll stay. How much is rent?”

“Will you help me with the farm?”

“Of course.”

You looked down at her, taking in the lean curves of her cheekbones and the tiny moles under her eyes. She was so beauti-

“Help me around the place,” you decided, smiling right back. “Then I’ll consider your rent paid.”

Wanda stood up at that, and before you could push her away, you feel two arms wrap around you. The closeness made you lose your breath for a second, before you registered warmth and the smell of honeysuckle in her hair from the soap you made. 

You could feel a second heartbeat through her chest, and you knew that she could feel the steady thump of yours. 

Putting your arms around Wanda felt right. Holding on tightly, letting her press into you felt good. When was the last time you held another person and let them do the same? 

“Wanda,” you whispered. Perhaps it had been too long, but her arms felt like security - like the Militia wasn’t real. Maybe if she held you forever, you could pretend like the world was still spinning, and half the population wasn’t dead.

But in that moment of security, you felt something else.

Fear.

You remembered how the previous owner of this house had disappeared. How his family was gone too. Had they felt so scared to lose each other?

“Y/N,” she whispered back. “What is it?”

You squeezed tighter; a reminder that this was real. 

“Don’t let me go. Not yet.”

So, Wanda held on.

Anon asked: Fluff 8 and 14 with Wanda please?

Prompts: 

8. “Sleep over? Please?”

14. “They’re so cute when they’re asleep.”

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!reader

Word Count: 608

Warnings: none!

A/N: Hope you enjoy!

“Wanda,” You said firmly. “No.”

“But, Y/N, I-”

“I said no.”

“How can you say no to me?” Wanda looked faux wounded. “How can you say no to his little face?”

She gestured to the massive blag dog that was at your door. Wanda stood in front of the hound, leash in hand. Looking frazzled and worn out, she had explained that Pietro was out of town for the weekend and needed a sitter for Missy (short for Missile Launcher). Wanda had volunteered but found it impossible to handle the dog alone. She turned to her extremely compassionate girlfriend for help but you said-

“No, I’m busy,” you still let her and Missy into your apartment.

The dog was a bit rambunctious; they raced around your home before finding a comfortable spot on the carpet and curling into a ball, looking up at you with big black eyes. 

Wanda plopped down onto the couch, hand over her eyes. “She’s a beat, Y/N. Missy pulls me everywhere, never giving me a moment of rest! I need food! And water! And sleep!” 

“You should have thought of that before you made your promise.” You said with a smirk. 

Wanda glanced at you. “I dunno, I thought you might’ve wanted to help me?”

“You thought wrong.”

“Please?” She asked, hands clasped in front of her. “We can hang put all weekend? Sleep over? Please?”

You tapped your lip, taking in the big doe eyes and wide smile. “UGH! Fine. You can stay over.”

Wanda cheered as Missy let out a mournful howl.

It was going to be along day.

****

The day was more relaxed than you expected. 

While you sat at your dining table and typed on your laptop, Wanda sat crisscrossed on the carpet with Missy. She was trying to teach the dog tricks with a ball and clicker, pointing here and there while Missy tilted her head in confusion. 

The whole scene made you smile. 

Some time in the evening after Missy tired herself out, she meandered under the table and fell asleep. She was pretty old, but you had grown fond of her.

“They’re so cute when they’re asleep,” Wanda whispered, sitting next to you. She had tied her hair into a bun, strands falling around her face.

You hummed as you took a sip of coffee. “I know; Missy’s a cutie.”

Wanda leaned forward. “Thanks for having us over, Y/N. I really do appreciate you keeping me company.”

“No problem, honey.” You met her lips with a kiss, resting a hand on her thigh. “I like being around you.”

Wanda pressed further, hand coming up to cup your cheek. She broke away for a second. “You think you can spare a moment from work?” There was a sly smile of her face.

You grinned back. “Wait a second, Wanda. Was this your plan all along?”

“Maybe?” 

“Oh, you sly dog, Miss Maximoff.”

She laughed and kissed you again. “Come on; bedtime.”

You nodded and followed led her to your bedroom. After tossing Wanda a spare t shirt and pair of sweatpants, you brushed your teeth and changed into your pajamas. Under the covers, Wanda wrapped her arms around your waist and nestled into your side. When on the precipice of sleep, movement at the foot of your bed jolted you and Wanda awake.

“What was-” you started, then caught sight of a furry mass in the dark. “Oh.”

Missy curled up on top of the bed, body raising and falling with each steady breath.

“It’s okay,” Wanda murmured in your ear. “Just go to bed.”

You sighed contently and did as she said.