a/n: my little cousin came up with the title dw i did not let her read this story
It is so quiet you begin to wonder whether you’re the only one left on the planet. You’re standing on the beach, but there is no ocean in sight, just miles of wet sand ahead of you. You see a fish flapping its scaly body around, left behind by the water that not long ago gave it life. The fish was instinctively trying to survive. You could no longer relate to the small animal. It was fighting to live. You have no fight left in you. You’re ready to succumb to the inevitability of the approaching storm, the tsunami. You know it’s coming. Where else would the ocean have gone? It left, built itself up, and is now on its way back in full force, to ruin you. To destroy all that you have built.
You look over your shoulder in search of higher ground. You see what looks like dozens of buildings, but they’re not really buildings. They’re sketches of buildings; your sketches. And they’re all burning. The flames are huge and they’re only getting bigger as they close in on you. You turn your head back around and face the sand. You know you can only go forward if you want to get away from the fire, but before you can move you notice the ocean has decided it was time to come back. You watch, paralysed, as its waves slowly rise over the horizon.
It feels like the ground shakes beneath your feet as your hands shoot to the sides of your head. You crouch down into an almost-fetal position at the unexpected ear-piercing screeching of a siren blast erupting through the air. It’s so loud your ears are having trouble getting used to it even once the initial shock of the unforeseen sound subsides. Impossibly, the siren is drowned out by an almost animal-like roar sounding from the growing wave in front of you.
You’re stuck.
You don’t want to turn around out of fear of what you might see, but you can feel the burning heat on your back, which must mean the fire has spread and is now dangerously close to you. You shut your eyes, and continue to crouch, resting your head on your knees and wrapping your arms around your head. The sirens continue to blast, barely silenced by the arms covering your ears, as you are enveloped in darkness - the wave towering over you blocking out the sun. You brace yourself for impact, but it never comes.
You were expecting to either be engulfed by flames or by the crashing waves. Instead, in a snap, you find yourself on a little wooden boat. The orange-pink hues of the sunset are reflecting against the calm, quiet ocean as your boat gently rocks with the tide. Just a second ago your heart felt like it was about to give out, but now you are overcome by calmness. The ocean, the same ocean that threatened to drown you a second ago, is now cradling you.
Your brain doesn’t even think to question the strangeness of the situation. You’re in a trance, brain empty, as you stare ahead at the setting sun. The crashing sense of anguish no longer overwhelming your senses.
You’re too distracted to notice the chain around your ankle. Too distracted to see the weight that the chain is attached to. You don’t notice the hole at the side of your boat, and you don’t feel the water as it comes in contact with your bare feet. The danger is slowly creeping in but the sunset setting over the horizon is holding you hostage with its hypnotizing beauty. The false sense of safety remains throughout. Your eyes do not blink, they do not move as your whole body becomes submerged underwater. Only once your eyes are forced shut by the salty water do you snap out of it. You start kicking your feet in a desperate attempt to swim up but the weight around your ankle is too heavy, it continues to pull you down towards the seabed as your lungs fill with the freezing cold water. Your muffled screams are the last thing you hear before the world stops entirely.
Your eyes shoot open, and you sit up in bed as you start gasping for air. You feel your hands shake as you attempt to get up and stand on your unsteady legs. The room is dark and your chest hurts from your heaving lungs. Placing your hand over your heart you feel its violent beating, as you use your other hand to hold onto the railing and walk down the stairs. Covered in a thin layer of sweat and gasping for air, you’re careful not to trip over Teresa’s shoes as you grab your hoodie and slowly make your way outside. The cold air of the night sends a shiver down your spine and the shock of it seems to calm the anxiety caused by your dream. As you stare up at the stars, you manage to take in a deep breath for the first time since you woke up. The moon is full and bright, but your attention is brought to the neighbouring house as a light turns on in one of the upstairs rooms.
“Fuck it.” you say to no one, as you reach down to pick up one of the pebbles that decorate May’s flower bed. Hoisting your body up on the tall fence that separates your houses in hope of getting better aim, you expertly throw it at the window. You watch as soon after the curtains open and a man comes into view and begins to open the window.
A string of curses leaves your mouth as you let yourself fall off of the fence, wincing at the pain that shoots through your leg when your body makes impact with the ground. You duck, pressing your body into the fence hoping he didn’t see you in the dark night. You hear the window close and sigh as you rest your tired body on the ground. The grass is wet with dew as you relax onto it. Feeling it tickle the back of your neck, you look up at the stars again. The lack of light pollution covers the night skies beautifully with little lights. Stars exploding millions of light-years away. You’re trying not to think about the nightmare you just had, pressing your palm against your chest again you note that your heart no longer feels like it’s trying to punch its way through your rib cage. Eventually, the coldness of the night becomes uncomfortable, and make your way back to the house.
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The next day you wake up determined. Determined to leave it all behind. Finally, get closure and move on with your life. You think about Kate. The girl that has stood by your side throughout all of this. The one who has loved you in ways you were never able to reciprocate. You think about how much you want to be able to love her the way she loves you. You have to do this not only for yourself and your own wellbeing but also for her, for the life you and she could have. You need to find a way to close this long and painful chapter of your life. You need to at least try to make things work.
The first step is to leave the house, and go out into the garden. The fence separating your house and Wanda’s is slightly taller than you, made of thick dark brown wood, with only a small space between each panel. The space is big enough for you to see movement on the other side as you sit out on the porch with a cup of hot tea in hand. From what you can make out Wanda is in the garden. She’s wearing a summer hat which you find odd considering it’s the middle of autumn and the sun is hidden behind grey clouds.
Your annoyance continues to increase steadily as your mind works, tirelessly trying to come up with a way to approach her. You saw Daniel leave a few minutes ago so now is the perfect chance but you just can’t seem to get up from your chair. You wonder if she knows you’re watching her. She used to tell you she could always feel when you were around. She said it felt like attaching a magnet to a fridge. The satisfying pull of the two things meant to be together, madeto be together. The thought of just walking up to her like you used to do when you were younger crosses your mind. Just walk up to her, and squish your face between two of the planks of wood on the fence between you. Make a stupid face. Hear the laugh you haven’t heard in years. Now you’re sad. Feeling this many emotions within such little time doesn’t seem normal. You try to ignore it and place your cup down before you head over to the fence.
Now or never.
You’re chanting you can do this with each step you take. Closer. Closer. The closer to the fence you are the easier it is to see her, she takes your breath away just like she used to when you were younger. Taking a deep breath, trying to control your thoughts you remind yourself she isn’t yours anymore. You are not allowed to feel these things for a married woman. The only thing you’re here for is to patch things up and move on.
Move on. You lean against the fence and knock on it.
She turns around, slightly startled by the knock. You don’t say a word. Only look at her. There’s a silent exchange between the two of you. A lot is said without anything being said at all.
I miss you. I hate you. Why did you leave?
I miss you. I love you. I’m sorry.
You see the sadness in her eyes.
“Can we talk?” the words barely reach your ears as they escape your mouth, and you hope she heard them, you only have so much strength and you don’t want to waste it.
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She stands by the front door as you make your way through the gate and walk to her. Her hands are covered in dirt and mud as she awkwardly plays with the shears in her hands. The tension in the air is thick and you begin to wish you just booked the first plane to Amsterdam and never looked back. That might have been a better option.
You sit on one of the stools in the kitchen leaning your forearms on the cold marble counter as Wanda washes the dirt off her hands. The house looks exactly the same as it did the last time you were here. The stool you’re sitting on has a slight crack on its side from the time Wanda knocked it over. You try not to think about that night. Remembering the vulnerability you showed her, the way you cried, and begged for her to stay only for her to still leave anyway. It makes you feel stupid, embarassed.
“Would you like some tea?”
It’s the first full, clear sentence Wanda has said to you in years. Ignoring the limited and muttered ‘yes’ and 'hello’ she spoke to you on your way here. Her voice is more mature, raspier, deeper, and her accent is more prominent than it used to be. It sends a shiver down your spine.
“No thank you, I just had some.” you cringe at the formality of the interaction.
She nods and fidgets by the sink clearly unsure of what to do.
“Can you come sit?”
She moves the bar stool back a little so as to not be too close to you, and sits down.
“Why are you wearing a straw hat in autumn?” you ask lightheartedly, trying to smile as sincerely as you can. Desperate to ease the awkwardness of the situation. Touching her is second nature to you and you have to consciously stop yourself from reaching out and moving a loose strand of hair out of her face as she speaks.
“My hair is messy.”
You thought being this close to her again, talking to her again, would hurt. But all you feel is desire. Want. You want to touch her. To hold her. Kiss her. You want to run your hand through her messy hair. It’s blond now, and it looks beautiful. She looks beautiful to you, she always has. You want to tell her. You want to whisper it in her ear while your fingers are knuckles deep inside her. You want to hear her moan and feel her squirm under you. You want to feel the way she would clench around your fingers. You want to tease her and pull out right before. You want to taste her. You want to feel her around your tongue and taste her as you finally let her cum.
She clears her throat and fidgets under your intense gaze.
“Sorry.” you mumble.
“It’s okay. I missed you looking at me like that.” she admits as she looks into your eyes. The green in them seems darker than it used to be.
“Like what?” there’s a teasing undertone to the way you’re speaking and a part of you is trying to remind you this isn’t what you came here for. A part you easily ignore as you get lost in her presence.
There’s a look of want that flashes over Wanda’s features before she stands up abruptly and moves further from you.
“Stop.” she says but the conviction isn’t there and you both notice.
“I really did come here to talk.” you copy her actions and stand up. “I just-” you were about to say something else, something you don’t want her to know, how deeply you have missed her, instead, you smirk and say “I’m having trouble concentrating.”
“I thought you hated me.” she ignores your comment.
“I do.” you nod your head as you are reminded of the reason why she would think that. The softness you felt when you first saw her, the need, is pushed to the side by the feeling of betrayal and anger that has clouded you for years. “I hate you so much. I hate you for what you did. I blame you. You could have come with me. We both know it.”
She shakes her head, trying to deny it but as she opens her mouth to try to defend herself no words come out.
You step closer to her. There is no malice in your voice. “I gave you an out and you chose him instead of me.” only sadness, betrayal, and pain.
“I would never choose him over you.” she takes a step back.
“But you did.” you step forward again.
“Ichoseyour happiness over mine.” There are tears flowing down her face now and you’re trying hard not to let your own follow.
“That wasn’t your choice to make.” You’re trying hard not to get angry. You didn’t come here to fight.
You pause and wait for her to speak, seeing that she isn’t you go on.
“Are you happy?” you ask sincerely.
She bites her lip as if trying to suppress a sob, and shakes her head.
You take one more step forward and this time she doesn’t move away. You bring your hand up to her face and she looks up at you as you wipe away her tears.
“Please don’t cry.”
Her eyes close shut as she tries to stop the tears from flowing and when she opens them again you feel everything. All the shyness, awkwardness, love, pain. All of it. All the things that have made you love her mixed with all the pain you have gone through because of her. It’s like your body is on autopilot, you don’t realise what you’re doing until Wanda releases a shaky breath before she melts into the kiss.
It’s soft at first. You’re trying to make up for lost years as your lips move against hers. You’re trying to be the comfort she lost, be the love she doesn’t have. But then it shifts. The kiss becomes rougher and her hands grab hold of your shirt, she holds you closer and you feel her nails through the thin fabric as they dig into your back. Your tongues meet and the once soft kiss turns into a messy heated make out. You feel desperate for each other, and frustrated and angry at the stupidity of your younger selves. It is all felt in the kiss. It’s felt when Wanda drags you upstairs. And pushes you through the door of her old bedroom. You try to ignore the dull ache in your chest at the realisation that she chose this instead of the bed she shares with Daniel.
“Hat stays on?” you ask teasingly and trail kisses down to her collar bone.
It was meant to be a joke but it causes another tear to roll down her cheek. You came here to close the book of your story. You came here looking for a way to move on. But the second you heard her voice, the second she looked at you with her wide, sad eyes, she grabbed hold of your heart once again. And now continues to twist it with her words. “I’ve missed you.” her voice cracks, and you stop kissing her skin as you stand up straight again. She continues to hurt you in unimaginable ways. Ways you’ve never hurt before. She isn’t yours. You try to remind yourself. Still not allowing your gaze to stray lower, still not having the strength to look at the ring wrapped around her finger.
“I hate you for leaving.” you admit. “I wish you would have never come back.” you can’t help it. The words have been bubbling up inside you, waiting to burst. And so were the tears. You’re both crying now. Both for different reasons.
The pain of loving her has become a burden to you. Something Wanda always believed she was, and now the prophecy was coming true. Wanda’s tears pooled in her eyes, and slid down her cheeks once she realised just how much damage has been caused. The realisation that she made the wrong choice, the realisation that she hurt you, when all she wanted was to protect you, to keep you happy and taken care of, was tearing apart her heart. You were both broken, and it was her fault. The what-ifs take over her thoughts as she thinks of all the possible ways her life could have turned out if she trusted you just a little bit more. If she just took that chance with you. If she didn’t have the expectations of her parents weighing her down from the moment they found out they were having a baby girl.
“I wish I never left.” Wanda’s hands reach for yours. She’s still wearing that stupid hat. Her messy hair is covering parts of her face and your heart feels like it’s about to explode every time you look at her a bit too long. “I wish I would have just listened to you.”
“This hurts too much, Wanda.” you’re drowning. Her deep green eyes remind you of your dream, the deeper you got the greener the water you were drowning in was. You thought it was strange but now as you stand here staring into her eyes and feeling her pain, your dream suddenly makes perfect sense. “I don’t think we should do this.”
She looks at you confused and scared, silently begging you, please don’t go. You feel like your chest is collapsing in on itself, you don’t know how much longer you’ll be able to stand in her childhood bedroom, so close to her. In the heart of all the memories, all the love, and all the pain. The second you go to take a step back she surges towards you, wrapping her arms around your waist and hiding her face in the crook of your neck. You’re surprised by her strength as she holds you tighter than she ever has. “No.” she mumbles.
You keep your hands at your sides. “You have to let me go.” she doesn’t budge. You try to move away, get her to let go off you. You are starting to lose your composure again, you remind yourself why you came here in the first place. Get closure. Move on. Hurt less. Love Kate. Impossibly, her grip tightens. “Wanda, you’re married.” you remind her, your voice loud and unwavering for the first time since you entered this room.
“I don’t love him. You know I don’t. I hate him, I have hated him since the day I met him. I only love you. I always have and I always will.” she finally loosens her grip on you, and you take it as an opportunity to move back. Stepping away, you give her the ability to look into your eyes as she speaks her next words, “I’m in love with you.”
You look away from her quickly, wiping at the tears soaking your cheeks you stare at the pictures still stuck to the walls. “Don’t say that.”
There’s a picture that catches your eye, it’s of Wanda, you, and Kate. One of the rare times Wanda agreed to hang out with the two of you. For the most part, she kept her distance. Always coming up with some excuse. Kate would make a joke of it saying she’s glad, because at least she doesn’t have to be the third wheel. She didn’t know the truth about you and Wanda then. She only found out once you told her a couple weeks before you moved to America. She was slightly awkward about it when you told her. You have never seen her like that. You feared it was because Wanda was a girl, but when Kate confessed to you over the phone a few months later it all made sense. Maybe Wanda had a feeling.
“You guys still friends?” she asks, once she notices what you’re looking at.
“Yeah, she lived with me in Amsterdam for a while. She’s staying in the city now, studying law.”
“Are you together?” Wanda sits down on the edge of the bed as you walk over to get a better look at the pictures. It sounds like she’s scared of the question as it escapes through her lips.
“We want to be.” you hold the picture in your hand, and turn back around to face Wanda as you lean on the old desk.
“What’s stopping you?” you wish she hadn’t asked because there’s only one answer to that question.
“You.”
She scoffs.
“So you’re choosing between me and her then.”
“I’m not choosing anything. And I’m most certainly not choosing a married woman.” you put the picture down and try to control the volume of your voice.
“Stopping bringing that up. It doesn’t matter.”
“Oh, why haven’t you divorced him then? If it doesn’t matter.”
“You know that’s not how it works.” she gets up from the bed, and stands a couple steps in front of you.
“How the fuck does it work then, huh?”
She shakes her head, refusing to answer. Clearly not having an excuse for staying with him, just like she didn’t have an excuse for leaving.
“I hate you so much.” you say as you walk towards her. She’s stood between you and the door. You need to get out of this room.
“I love you.” she says again when she grabs your wrist and stops you once you try to walk past her.
“I don’t care.” you yank your arm out of her hold.
“You’re not leaving.” Wanda is quick to block your path as she steps in front of you when you once again attempt to walk past her.
“Fucking watch me.” you spit out, venom dripping from your tone and poisoning the air around you “Maybe then you’ll know what it feels like.”
“Stop,” you’re not sure if the crack was in her voice or in your heart. “I’ll do anything, please just don’t go.”
“I’m going to have to leave eventually.” You’re so tired. You’ve never spoken to her like this before, with so much hate. “You’re husband will be home soon.”
“Not like this, I don’t want you to leave like this. I don’t want to argue and I don’t want to fight.”
“What do you want then?”
“I want you to tell me you love me.”
You roll your eyes.
“I know you do. I need you to say it. I need to hear it.” She tries to hold your hands in hers but you move them away again. “Please”
“I don’t want to love you.” You say honestly, as you take a step back, needing to put some distance between the two of you. She’s too close. “It’s killing me.”
Wanda’s head lowers in defeat. She’s staring at the ground, her arms wrapped around herself, as tears stream down her face again.
“I only came here to patch things up between us. I want us to be normal. Two girls that used to be friends. Two neighbours. That is all.”
“We’ll never be just that, and you know it.” her voice is barely audible as her vocal cords strain from the pain in her soul.
“What are we going to be then? You just want to sneak around? And then what? Have kids with him, grow old with him, while I watch from the sidelines?”
You want to say you would drop everything in an instant to be with her if she was willing to leave him. But then you think about Kate and your heart aches. You don’t want to do that to her. She doesn’t deserve any of this.
“Would you leave him if I asked you to?”
“Are you asking me to?”
“Would you?”
Your body seems to be unable to feel any more pain, because when you see the hesitation in her eyes, and the lack of an answer she gives you, you only feel a strange sense of pride, like you won. You were right. Still, you don’t understand it.
“Are you really just staying with him because your parents said so? You are a grown woman Wanda.”
“My dad died.” she says and you’re taken aback not only by the news but by how monotone her voice is.
“I’m sorry to hear that.”
“He said he wanted grandkids, that was one of his final wishes. He loved Daniel, said he would make a great father one day. He said I owe this to him, that I have to give him grandkids even if he won’t be around to meet them.”
“What’s he gonna do, he’s dead anyway.” you speak before you can stop yourself.
“My mother has gone crazy, all she does is talk about him, always asking if I’m pregnant.” she looks into your eyes, stares into your soul when she says “Daniel too.”
Everything goes quiet for a second. Your head spins from the way your pain mixes with the rage at the thought of Daniel hurting her.
“It’s just all this pressure, from all of them. And even if I divorce him, even if I leave, what would I do then? I have nothing to my name. All my possessions are his. He’s in charge of the money, and how I spend it. This house…” her voice cracks and more tears stream down her face as she frantically throws her hands up and motions around her, “It’s his. I’d end up homeless if I tried to leave.”
Neither of you says a word as you process the information she has just shared with you. You don’t have time to speak before she does.
“And you don’t want me.” you raise your eyebrow. “I’m not stupid. I see the way you look at me. You’re conflicted but one emotion wins over the rest. Resentment. You resent me.” she did always say she was good at reading you. “You want Kate.”
“How could you possibly know what I want?”
“I guess I know you better than you know yourself.”
“If you want to leave him, leave him. Kate knows some really good lawyers through her dad. We can help you.”
“I don’t want anything from her.” she crosses her arms over her chest and stands her ground.
“Stop being so stubborn and let me help you. I don’t want anything from this other than you being happy and getting to live the life you want to live.”
“The life I want to live is with you. And I want you to want that too. But you don’t. At least not entirely and that’s not good enough, I want you fully, I want you all in. I want you to love me like you used to. I want you to love me like I still do.”
“You really hurt me.” your brain speaks now, reminding your heart of the last couple of years. Reminding your heart why this cannot go on.
“I didn’t have a choice.”
“Bullshit. I came up with so many ways you could have gotten out of it.” the argument picks up again.
“Every one of those fucking ways jeopardised you and your life, and your happiness.” she steps closer to you and jabs at your chest with her pointer finger as she speaks.
“You were my life and my happiness, why can’t you understand that? I lost myself, my life, and my happiness the day I lost you.” you grab her hand to stop the way her fingers are digging into your sternum. “And you’re right, I do resent you for it. And I don’t know if I could ever love you knowing that you chose to do this to us.”
“It was never my intention to hurt you.” the quietness of her voice as she speaks contrasts the way your anger-filled tone previously filled the room.
You look to the door again, and then back to her. “Can you just hold me for a bit before you go?” she asks as she notices your growing desire to get away from her.
You nod your head and when she steps forward you wrap your arms around her. She rests her head in the crook of your neck again and you try to ignore the feelings her lips grazing against it ignite.
“I want to talk like normal people,” you admit. “I really don’t want to argue.”
Her hold around you tightens. “Do you really not love me anymore?”
You can hear the pain and fear in her voice.
“I’m so in love with you, it’s tearing me apart.” you make her look at you as you speak. “I cannot stand to see you with him. I won’t survive it.”
Your brain is screaming at you to not let her kiss you, to not let her pull you in. But your heart is aching and she’s the only one that can ease the pain. So when she leans forward, you let her. You let her connect her lips to yours. You let her tangle her hands in your hair and pull you closer. You can tell she’s desperate to feel you from the way it only takes a couple seconds for her to start tugging at your shirt and trying to undo the button of your jeans. You don’t stop her because you need her as much as she needs you. It’s the only thing you’re sure about.
Her hat is thrown onto the floor along with your clothes as you lay on top of her and press your lips to hers again. The frustration and anger that was present in your earlier kiss must have all been let out in the fight you had because this kiss, and the way she’s holding onto you is filled with something else entirely. You feel like you’re molding into one. The way you were always meant to be. She’s your missing piece and you are hers.
The desperation in the way she’s griding her hips up into yours makes your own arousal grow faster than it has in years. Sex wasn’t the same after she left. No one could satisfy you the way Wanda could. No one could fill that need. You forgot how good it felt. But now with her under you. With her messy hair and tired hooded eyes, with her perfect tits in your mouth. You know this is exactly where you are supposed to be. Exactly where you need to be. She moans in pleasure as you let your teeth graze over one of her hardened nipples while your hand pinches the other. You trail the path down with your mouth and feel like you’re in heaven when you finally taste her again.
“Fuck, I missed you so much.” you mumble before you lick up her wet slit. She sighs and holds your head closer to her. You begin to lick her clit feeling it harden against your tongue. You move lower and enter your tongue into her, feeling her coat your tongue and begin to drip down the back of your throat. You barely have time to start teasing her before she realises your plan and groans in frustration. Her grip on your hair tightens, and she wraps her legs around the back of your head, pulling you impossibly closer to her cunt.
“Just make me cum, it’s been too long,” she demands her voice low and her accent clear. It sends a shiver down your spine. You try to nod your head but it’s hard to move from how she’s holding onto you. So instead, you press your lips against her clit again and hum.
Most things are exactly how you remember them. Like the way she tastes, the way she moans your name. The way she holds onto you. The way her lips feel against yours. It all feels familiar, it all feels like coming home. But when she begins to rut into you, when she demands you “Hold your tongue out.” and grips your hair so much it hurts, you notice the change. She’s rougher than she used to be, the way she’s chasing her high, the way she’s moving with so much force it shakes the bed. It’s different. The intensity of her eagerness to cum is new.
She finally does and when she lets you go you pull away and breathe in. “Fuck,” you sigh out, “You almost killed me.” She doesn’t seem to register a word you said as she lays on the bed overcome with bliss. “You are so fucking hot,” you add as you leave kisses back up her stomach and finally meet her lips. You lay there and lazily kiss for a while. Time seems to move differently at that moment, you don’t know if it’s been minutes or hours. All you know is however long it’s been you’re glad that the time you spent was time spent with her. Maybe for the last time.
“When you said 'I missed you’ were you talking to me or my vagina?” she asks all of a sudden, and you burst out laughing at the unexpected question. “I’m serious.” she complains as she tries to get you to stop laughing.
Warnings: Ageplay (Think that’s it, let me know if I missed anything)
A/N: This is the last of the Chronicles! Thank you guys for sticking around, and if you haven’t gotten the chance to read them all then the other 6 volumes are linked below.
Hopefully you all fell in love with the sweetest little toy like I have
***Minors DNI***No Smut rn but this is an 18+ Universe***
You were so happy that midterms were over, and that you were finally back with your favorite people. The three of them sent random videos and updates throughout the week but it wasn’t the same. Spending the week with Peter was so much fun though and you absolutely loved how smart he was, and how much he didn’t care about the ban on junk food.
Wanda had decided that the four of you should take a weekend trip to celebrate so you were in the back with Kate as Natasha drove you all towards a small house outside the city. “We’re almost there gi-” As the witch turns around to look at you two she notices that you’re sleeping, her eyes flash scarlet as she quickly takes a peek at your dreams. Filled with dinosaurs and puppies she shares a nervous look with the ginger as she pulls into the driveway.
The widow walks around the car, watching as Kate is directed by Wanda to help carry the bags, before slowly opening your door. Kneeling down she pushes the hair out of your face, rubbing your cheek softly. “Cmon little detka, we’re here.” Watching you with a smile as you start waking up, rubbing your face against the palm of her hand.
A whine tears through your lips, muffled, as you try to hide from the setting sun. “Sleepy Daddy.”
Natasha sighs, slipping her arms under you as she lifts you up. You curl up in her arms, burying your face, whimpering with each rustling step. The ginger shushes you as she steps through the threshold of the house, chuckling as she watches Kate run around excitedly. Letting you slip down her body, you plop down as the door closes.
You watch with a pathetic look on your face as the other three start figuring out what to have for dinner. It’s the archer’s excessive pouting for delivery pizza that gets interrupted by a computerized voice, “Welcome home Rushman and Red Mist. I have scanned and I recognize Little Hawk is here; along with what seems to be the mini form of the Forbidden Trinket. Sending delivery to your undisclosed location, using your Stark credit card now. Accessing pizza preference, would it be your usual?”
Before either Wanda or Natasha can say anything, Kate screams yes and happily dances as the AI confirms their order and delivery time. “Not that I’m not grumpy that you guys are using Stark technology, when you know I own an entire security company that has superior security and AIs. No offense..” The brunette’s sentence trails off as the AI replies with, J.O.C.A.S.T.A. “…okay. You have a long name. I’m going to call you J. Not that J isn’t cool, but mine are cooler. But like.. Where are we and what kind of security is this? Your door isn’t even locked.”
Wanda sighs as she hears the widow start bickering with Kate, walking over to where you’re staring out the window with your thumb in your mouth. “Did you miss it here Little One?” A gentle kiss on your forehead makes you wiggle in your spot, a cheeky grin clumsily spreading across your face around your thumb.
Natasha slumps into the chair next to you, grumpy as she listens to all the security issues of the house. “It’s OUR house Mutt. Mine and Wanda’s. The security is just FINE. Do you not feel safe with us? You know we can protect both of you.” You curiously watch as the two fight, trying to figure out how serious it is.
Kate rolls her eyes at the redhead, walking over to you. She smiles gently, her ocean eyes clearing momentarily as she winks at you. You watch as her face morphs back into a pout as she looks at the Russian. “I do, and you know that. Not that I need either of you to protect me, just saying, Either way though, I could protect your house so much better with my technology. I’m not disagreeing that Tony has amazing tech, but he doesn’t deal with normal residential security as we do.” Your archer glances at you as you chew at your thumb, sighing as she stalks over to her backpack. “Our focus is bringing that big amazing security that only companies and governments usually get to the homes of our people, and clients and governments.” She’s pulling your thumb out of your mouth as she continues to try and give her side of security speech, shushing you as you whine. You glare up at her, grumpy and completely put out. “Don’t give me that look, baby Sweets.” The pout is short lived as she pops your paci into your mouth, booping the purple dinosaur on the shield.
“All I’m saying is I get that Tony found you this house, but I would love to be able to give you guys better security and we could even give you a special AI. I have mine, and I ended up putting Sweets’ in their apartment.” At the mention of your name you swing your head around, giggling as the loose paci clip thumps against Kate’s thigh. She smiles down at you, ruffling your hair as she makes quick work of clipping the arrow patterned clip to your shirt.
The entire interaction no one is paying attention to Wanda, who’s just staring at the archer and you with her jaw hanging open. “Not that this little quarrel isn’t entertaining, but are we just going to ignore the stray and her purple pacifier?” At the mention of your beloved paci, you clamber into your Mommy’s lap. Babbling around the paci in your mouth as you try to look down at it, describing different parts of it to her. The witch is quick to tug gently at the ring hanging from your mouth, teasing you as you try to glare at her.
Natasha sits up straight now, watching you curiously as you tug relentlessly at the clip attached to you. ‘Yeah, mutt, we knew you knew about our little toy but you apparently really knew.” The ginger’s eyes follow as Kate walks over to her bag again, pulling out a floppy golden dog. The archer’s body language is a little tense now, slowed down, and the awkwardness is almost seeping from her.
She sighs as she makes the dog’s paw wack you gently in the head, eliciting a squeal from you. Rubbing your face in its fur, you stumble to crawl into your Daddy’s lap. Shoving Prince Pizza into her face as you show her your friend. The smile you receive as you mumble makes you wiggle in her lap, happy to be around all three of your favorite people.
“Ms. Natalia, the pizza delivery boy is approaching. The total will be 47.79$, the suggested tip would be at least 20$ taking in the amount of driving he just had to do.” J.O.C.A.S.T.A.’s voice interrupts Kate’s train of thought as she automatically just grabs a few hundred dollar bills out of her wallet, chuckling as you start talking to the AI. The CEO quickly answers the door, smiling and telling the kid to keep the change.
By the time she comes back you are dragging the older two Avengers to the table, the moment she sets the food on the table you’re looking through the boxes for your food. “I mean we didn’t do it often, or well I guess she didn’t slip often. But yes I did get her a couple things. Mostly just the paci and Prince Pizza. The thumb thing is gross.” The archer rolls her eyes at you as she watches you take toppings off of each pizza as you struggle to find your own food. She slides the small box towards you, watching you wiggle in happiness when you see your favorite box. A personal pepperoni pizza, a couple cheesy bread slices, a few boneless wings, and mini cinnamon sticks all in a cute little lunch tray style box.
The older women don’t answer, nodding silently as everyone settles down to eat dinner. Easy conversation happens as you babble about cartoons and everything you know about your favorites before Kate easily gets you to talk about every dinosaur you know. The routine is surprisingly easy for the four of you, despite this being the first time being in this situation all together. Wanda put all the leftovers away and got the couch set up, Natasha got you changed into comfy pajamas, and Kate picked a movie with snacks.
You waddled in with your paci in your mouth while dragging Sir Spikes behind you, and clutching King Wiggles in your arm. Daddy was behind you trying to juggle the blanket, pillow, hoodie, and Prince that you demanded you needed downstairs. Wanda and Kate were sitting on the couch, where the lights were dimmed and blankets with fairy lights hovered above them, creating a dome. Crawling onto the couch, you stumble and land awkwardly in between the two brunettes. You watch with careful eyes as the ginger trudges in behind you, dumping everything but Prince Pizza onto the couch.
Mommy swipes the floppy pup, making him fly around above you; relishing in the giggles the actions receive. Kate settles back into the ginger’s arms, the two watching as you try to catch the floating stuffed animal. Natasha is mumbling against the archer’s shoulder, quietly as to not disturb the cuteness but loud enough so the younger girl can hear her. Apologies and promises to talk about changing security, the widow softly smiling as the CEO starts talking about what kind of equipment she can bring into the house.
Rise of the Guardians is playing in the background, a movie that Kate had introduced you to and you were obsessed with now. You were poking at her, trying to get her attention but she was entirely too focused on the quiet conversation she was having with Daddy. You plop back down on your butt, glaring at her. Mommy is snacking on popcorn slowly, snickering at your put out expression.
The grunt as you kick your feet some is muffled by the paci still in your mouth, and your glare gets as scary as possible. Your pokes at Kate’s thigh are getting more aggressive, but she just shushes you with a teasing smile before going back to the conversation at hand.
You just catch the gaze of Daddy, who just smirks at you with a teasing wink. Finally you pathetically flop down to bury your face into the archer’s tummy, ignoring the yelp of pain she lets out when your pacifier digs into the soft skin there. She’s helping you look up at her now, giggling a little at the glare on your face. Waiting patiently for you to speak, your anger leaves your body as she runs her fingers gently through your hair. Leaning into her touch a mumbled “Puppy” leaves your paci filled mouth, and you close your eyes to soak up the archer’s warmth.
What you miss are the tears filling her eyes as she stares down at you in awe, and the soft looks gracing Wanda and Natasha’s faces. Kate tries to collect herself, but a few tears leak from her eyes. The witch kisses the archer’s temple, letting praising thoughts leak into her mind. The widow smirks happily, bumping her forehead against the younger girl’s shoulder. A proud wink sent her way as she leaves soft kisses along the back of her neck.
The three fall into a comfortable silence, watching the movie, as you cuddle sleepily into Kate. Your legs are in Mommy’s lap and you’re gripping at Daddy’s pants. Even if it’s a little uncomfortable, there isn’t anywhere you would rather be.
Summary: You and Wanda met and bonded over being the only single mothers in Westview. What happens when Wanda realizes her true feelings for you, only to be too late? (Westview AU-Ish?)
Notes: About a month ago I posted a link to a Spotify playlist and asked people to give me song recommendations that I could write songfics for. Y’all pulled through and gave me a lot of inspiration (and heartbreak). This song was added by the lovely @mollygetssherlockcoffee! Since she loves Wanda I couldn’t resist!
~*~*~*~*~
Wanda was one of the first friends you made when you got to Westview. You had been relieved to meet another single mother so quickly. Your past experiences with suburban neighborhoods were that they tended to be judgmental of single mothers, even in this day and age. There were the weighty stares and assumptions about your character, all because you were raising your little girl alone.
Wanda, thankfully, was a reprieve from all that.
She raised her two boys with as much love and affection as any chil could hope for. You admired her strength and compassion, and if you were being honest, you were a little envious of it. She didn’t speak much about the boy’s father, but when she did her eyes took on a sad and loving light. So you did your best not to remind her of him.
It was a relief when your daughter made fast friends with Billy and Tommy, meaning that you and Wanda could spend time together.
As occasional playdates became weekly family dinners became daily carpools, you and Wanda grew closer. She quickly became your very best friend, (in truth she was your only friend but you didn’t like to think about semantics). It got to the point where if you didn’t see Wanda every day it felt strange, like something was missing.
One night, as the kids camped out in the back yard, you and Wanda stayed inside to watch some cheesy romcoms. After splitting a few bottles of wine, you mentioned that you had a craving for something sweet and Wanda left for the kitchen with a conspiratorial smile on her lips.
“Don’t tell the boys,” she whispered as she returned from the kitchen holding a container of ice cream and two spoons.
You gasped in surprise. “How did you hide it from them?” The boys were notorious for their addiction to ice cream, and no cartons were safe from their clutches. You were lucky that your daughter preferred cake for some reason.
“I hid it in a bag of frozen green beans,” she leaned in and whispered. “I figured they would never check there and so far, I’m right!”
You threw back your head and laughed. Trust Wanda to be such an evil mastermind. The two of you clinked your spoons together before diving in to the sweet, forbidden treat.
“You’re telling me all your secrets,” you teased during a commercial break. “How do you know I won’t betray you?”
Her eyes flashed for a moment as an unreadable expression crossed her face. You worried that you had pushed her too far with your harmless joke, but after a moment she simply shrugged.
“I trust you,” she replied, her tone far too heavy for the previously lighthearted atmosphere.
You both sat in that silence. Wanda didn’t talk much about her life before Westview, but you were quickly able to gather that trust was a big deal for her. It wasn’t something that she handed out lightly.
“I’m honored,” you said, your voice low.
She cracked a grin and grabbed another spoonful of ice cream. Her mood shift instantly lighting up the room. “However, if you felt so inclined to tell me a secret of yours, I wouldn’t be opposed.”
You thought for a moment before deciding on what you wanted to tell her. I wasn’t a secret exactly, it just wasn’t something you talked about often. If you were being honest with yourself it was something you only recently came to terms with. A part of you had always known, but you denied it for so long that it still felt weird to say out loud. Even your daughter’s father hadn’t known this when you were together. You could only imagine how he would have reacted.
“I like woman, as well as men,” you said the words coming out in a rush. It felt good to get the weight off your shoulders even if it terrified you to say. “I guess the word is bisexual, but I’m not one hundred percent sure if that fits me exactly, and-” you would have continued to ramble but Wanda took your hand and paused the movie.
“Thank you for telling me that,” she said earnestly as she looked into your eyes. “Please know that it doesn’t change how I see you at all, okay? It’s okay if you don’t know what exact label you fall under, just know that you are still my friend and I love you.”
You giggled as you felt tears spring up in your eyes. “That was like the textbook supportive mom response to someone coming out.”
Wanda chuckled. “I’ve been practicing in case Billy or Tommy or both of them, ever need that talk.”
“Good job. I feel very reassured.” You wiped a tear with your free hand. “Thank you for being my supportive, straight best friend.”
“Anytime.” Wanda squeezed your hand once more before letting it go.
Part of you felt a little disappointed that she didn’t correct you or inform you that she was also queer, but you felt silly. Just because you had a small crush on her did not mean that the world would magically align and she would feel the same way too.
“You’ve got some ice cream on your face,” Wanda told you with a slight laugh.
You licked your lip before turning to her for inspection. “Did I get it?”
“Wrong side,” Wanda murmured before reaching over to wipe your chin with her thumb. “There we go.” She absentmindedly put her thumb into her own mouth, humming a little at the taste of melted ice cream.
“Th-thanks,” you stuttered slightly, hoping she wouldn’t notice.
She just smiled warmly. “No problem.” She turned back towards the TV as though she hadn’t just kicked your heart into turbo gear with a simple touch.
You tried to control the spread of warmth on your cheeks as you also returned your attention towards the movie. But it was no use. All you could see was Wanda sucking the ice cream off her mouth thumb and picturing the innocent gesture in a completely different scenario.
That wasn’t good.
~*~*~*~*~
When the doorbell rang at 6:58pm on Friday night, Wanda expected to see you and your daughter on the other side of the door. She expected your infectious smile as you held out your weekly confectionary experiment for her to take. Wanda could not hide the disappointment when she opened the door and it wasn’t you.
“Aren’t you happy to see me, sis?” Pietro, her twin, asked holding his arms out.
On any other night, she would have been overjoyed. Pietro’s surprise visits were far and few in between. Too far in her opinion, but he did have a tendency to show up at the worst time. Wanda watched as your car pulled into her driveway. It was precisely 7pm.
“Are we expecting company?” he asked peering over his shoulder. “A new beau I should know about?”
You got out of the car and waved to Wanda. You had a confused look on your face as you took in a strange man at her door. Wanda had not told you that she was inviting someone else to dinner.
Wanda grabbed his jacket and dragged him inside the house. “It’s just Y/N and her daughter.”
“Is it Friday?” Pietro put a hand to his cheek in mock innocence. “Oh dear, I hope I’m not interrupting your weekly dinner you’ve told me oh so much about?”
“I hate you,” Wanda hissed lowly.
“You love me,” Pietro insisted before turning towards the living room and yelling. “Where are my two favorite nephews?”
Twin cries of “UNCLE P” were the last warning Wanda had before her house descended into chaos.
~*~*~*~*~
Despite the rocky start, dinner went really well. You and Pietro seemed to get along. Wanda at first was nervous how you would respond to his teasing, but you handled it like a pro. Pietro immediately took to your daughter, including her in all the games he played with Billy and Tommy after dinner.
It warmed your heart as you watched them from the kitchen window. Uou had no family nearby and therefore your daughter didn’t have any uncle figures.
Pietro suddenly looked up from what looked like a a more complication version of tag. He turned and looked directly at you and winked. You felt your cheeks grow warm.
Or father figures for that matter.
Pietro smirked before turning his attention back to the kids.
~*~*~*~*~
Billy and Tommy were happily playing video games, as Wanda and her brother cleaned up after dinner. Wanda was doing the dishes and enjoying the companionable silence that only her twin brother could provide.
“Any chance I can have Y/N’s number?” Pietro asked, breaking her from her thoughts.
Wanda raised an eyebrow and looked at her brother over her shoulder. “Why?”
“I know it’s been a while Wanda, but you do remember ‘dating’, right?” he replied, putting finger quotes around the word. “Man likes woman and asks her out on a date. Sometimes they go to dinner or maybe the movies?”
“You can’t date Y/N!” Wanda argued before she even thought about it.
“Why not?” he asked, crossing his arms playfully.
Wanda searched her mind for an answer. Pietro was a great guy. He could be a little goofy at times, but he was reliable and loved kids. You would be lucky to go out with him.
“Because she’s my best friend!” Wanda finally said, even though the words felt weak even to her own ears.
“Best friend?” Pietro repeated with that knowing look on his face.
That was the problem with having a twin, Wanda decided. Pietro could see right through her sometimes, even when she was fooling herself.
“Alright,” Pietro relented, putting his hands up in mock surrender. “Message received. Y/N is off-limits.”
Just like that, he dropped the subject entirely. Wanda wasn’t sure if she was relieved or frustrated by that fact. Her thoughts stewed in her mind. Why had the idea of you dating her twin brother make her stomach twist painfully?
As she turned back towards the sink, Wanda missed the mischievous grin on her brother’s face.
~*~*~*~*~
It took her a few more weeks, but Wanda came to terms with her feelings. She was in love with you. Perhaps it should have been obvious, but then again she was never the best at expressing her emotions. She put a lot of thought into the best way to tell you, before coming to the most obvious solution.
She sat at your usual table at your usual cafe. Your midweek coffee dates had been a staple in your routine since you met. Every Wednesday at 10 am you would meet and get coffee and enjoy a few blessed hours alone without your children to interrupt. She had come to covet those few hours.
In retrospect, Wanda should have known her feelings for you went deeper than friendship. But hindsight was 20/20 after all.
Wanda arrived early for once, and ordered both of your usual drinks. She flexed her fingers nervously as she watched the door, waiting for you to walk through.
At 10:02 am you walked in, your face apologetic as could be.
“I’m so sorry I’m late!” you said sliding into the seat across from her.
Wanda felt some of her tension ease as she looked at you. Ever punctual, it must ate at you to not arrive on time.
“It’s alright,” she brushed your concerns aside. “I just sat down.” It was a lie, she had arrived almost twenty minutes ago but you did not need to know that.
You visibly relaxed, glad that you hadn’t kept her waiting. “I have got some news for you. You know Cathy?”
“The bitch president of the PTA?” Wanda asked.
You made a face, letting her know you did not condone her use fo that word, but she nodded all the same. “She called me last night and…”
You drummed your hands on the table as a mock drum roll and Wanda nearly melted from adoration. How had she not noticed sooner?
“The PTA voted to let me plan the big end of the year fundraiser!” you announced, your mouth nearly splitting from how wide your grin was.
While Wanda had made a point to not get involved with the PTA outside of what was required for her kids to be included. You, on the other hand, desperately sought their validation.
While Wanda would roll up to a bake sale with a dozen store bought cookies, you would arrive with a wagon full of differing treats, having spent hours researching recipes to accommodate every food allergy under the sun.
Yet, despite all your efforts the heads of the PTA ignored you and passed you over for every council and committee.
Until now.
“That’s amazing!” Wanda congratulated you. “I know how much you wanted that!”
You nodded. “I’m so excited. I have so many ideas. I’m torn between a carnival theme and a casino night theme.”
Wanda watched as you rambled on and on about all the things you had to do to prepare. Every other year, Wanda could not have cared less what the theme for the fundraiser was. She would simply write a check with double the recommended donation amount and stayed home with her boys.
But for you, she already knew she would not only be attending. Oh no, she would be staying up late licking envelopes with all the invitations. Then across the table you would look at her with those big, tempting eyes and she would have no choice but to stand up and-
“There’s something I’ve been meaning to talk to you about-” Wanda started but you did not seem to hear her as you continued talking.
“Oh my god, what a week. First I meet Brad and now this-”
“Brad?”
Your eyes widened in surprise. “I didn’t mean to mention that,” you said before quickly adding on. “Not that I would hide anything from you. We just met and it’s all so new and my daughter doesn’t even know about him…”
“You’re dating someone?”
“I think it’s too early to call it dating,” you looked down at your drink nervously before continuing on. “But yes! Oh, I know you’re just going to love him!”
A petty, more immature part of Wanda wanted to cross her arms and stomp her feet at the news. But that was a version of her that she had left behind long ago. She knew that as your best friend she should be happy for you.
“Congrats,” she managed with a forced smile. “I hope everything goes well for you.”
“Thank you, Wanda. It means a lot,” you said before perking up again. “Oh, I almost forgot. Do want to go Costco with me and talk to them about catering the event? I was thinking we could go on Sunday?”
“Sounds good,” she replied, as she pretended her heart didn’t burn with jealously. “Sunday works for me.”
~*~*~*~*~
It was wrong, but Wanda had wanted Brad to be terrible. She wanted him to be a typical fuck boy, but no. He seemed to be perfect.
Annoyingly perfect.
He got along great with the kids and he was understanding that to you, being a mother came first.
Wanda listened every Wednesday as you gushed about him, and she did her part to play the supportive best friend. She thought she was doing a good job as you seemed to believe it. As the two of you worked to plan teh fundraiser, you would not help but notice that Brad was absent.
“It’s not his thing,” you replied with a shrug. “He promised to make sure his schedule was free so he could go with me.”
“Ah, so he wants to be your arm candy while he skips all the hard work,” Wanda teased as she arranged the centerpieces to your liking.
You rolled your eyes. “It’s not like that.”
But the way your shoulders slumped told Wanda her words had hit a grain of truth.
~*~*~*~*~
After months of preparing, the night finally came. As Wanda walked into the gym, dressed in a dark red cocktail dress you had pick out for her, she had to admit you had done a phenomenal job. If this didn’t get you in the good graces of the PTA, she didn’t know what would.
“You made it!” Agnes cried as she ran over to embrace Wanda. “You just made me a fortune, the other moms didn’t think you would show.”
Wanda rolled her eyes at her neighbor. Of course the other mothers had nothing better to do than- “Agnes what are you doing here? You don’t have kids.”
Agnes grinned and wiggled her fingers. “But, Y/N said she needed a fortune teller and I humbly volunteered my services.”
She raised an eyebrow. “What did she bribe you with?”
“She promised to pet sit my cats next time I’m out of town,” she admitted. “But I would have done it for free. For the good of the children.”
“Right,” Wanda said skeptically. “For the good of the children.”
She nodded somberly, before looking over her shoulder. “I should get back to my table. Come see me when you get a chance.”
With a wave she took off, leaving Wanda alone at the door. She looked around, mentally keeping tabs of all her contributions to the evening. It had felt like a lot, but in comparison to what you had done it was minimal at best.
Finally, she spotted you across the gym. You looked gorgeous. Wanda was ecstatic she managed to talk you into a spa day the day before. After working so hard, she wanted you to look and feel your best. It was your night and you deserved to shine brighter than a diamond.
And if treating you to a upscale facial and manicure ate into her allotted ice cream budget, then so be it.
You waved at her excitedly and Wanda took a step towards you. Only for the crowd to clear a bit and for her to notice Brad.
Perfectly polished and with you hanging off his arm. He smiled congenially at all the PTA parents as they gushed over you and how amazing you did.
As she got closer, she could hear that bitch Cathy
“You really did a remarkable job,” she praised you. “Although I bet it helped a lot that you had this strong man by your side.”
Wanda wanted to gag. She had even felt up his bicep as she said it. Of course they would assume you needed Brad’s help to accomplish such a feat. There was no way a single mother could balance so much alone in there eyes. Wanda watched as you opened your mouth to respond hen Brad cut you off.
“What can I say?” he smugly said. “We’re an incredible team.”
He looked at you, and Wanda watched as you wilted under his gaze. “A dream team,” you weakly added on.
Content that her misogynistic and heteronormative world view was unchallenged, Cathy left you alone.
Wanda felt angrier than she had in years. For months, Brad had not lifted a finger to help you, even though he knew how important tonight was to you. If anything, he would tease you about how muhc effort you were putting into it. Then he had the audacity to take credit.
Meanwhile, Wanda stayed up late countless nights helping you pick between nearly identical color swatches and she had enjoyed every second. When you offered to put her name on the project and give her half of the credit she had refused. Because she new it was your night and your success alone.
You took a step towards her, just as one of the event volunteers grabbed your arm. She whispered to you about what was undoubtedly and minor problem that someone else could have solved. You shot an apologetic look to Brad and to Wanda before following the volunteer away.
Brad shrugged to himself and looked around.
Wanda went to go find a drink.
~*~*~*~*~
Five tiny glasses of champagne, and Wanda was fed up. You were constantly being whisked away, and when you weren’t Brad was always next to you. Hogging your attention.
The longest time she saw you was when you were on stage making a speech. Wanda would have bowed out earlier, but you had told her how nervous you were to make that speech. So, of course she stuck around long enough to support you through it.
She was pleased when your eyes fell on her as you spoke, and stayed on her for the duration of your speech.
Once you had finished talking, the band started to play and your gracefully made your way off the stage. As couples flocked to the dance floor, you came to sit at Wanda’s table.
Alone.
“I feel like I haven’t been able to spend any time with you all night,” you said with a sigh as you sat down.
Wanda smiled, accepting your unspoken apology. “You’ve been busy solving every crisis under the sun.”
You rolled your eyes. “Not so much crisis as minor annoyances.”
Wanda laughed in response as you fell into a comfortable silence. She sipped at her currently glass of champagne as you looked wistfully towards the dance floor.
One of the event volunteers started to walk up to you and Wanda gave them her best glare. Luckily, they seemed to take the hint and turn and left in the opposite direction.
“Where’s Brad?” she finally asked. “I expected he would be twirling you around the dance floor.” She hoped you wouldn’t notice the thinly veiled bitterness to her words.
You looked away from the dance floor to look at her. “He decided to head home early.” You waved your hands dismissively. “This really isn’t his scene.”
Wanda raised an eyebrow. “So he just left you here, alone?” Wanda knew how much this night meant to you you had been planning it for months. The idea that your boyfriend would leave you infuriated her. The fact that everyone was dancing and he wasn’t there with you enraged her.
You shrugged with a self-depreciating smile. “It’s fine. I don’t mind, really. I told him I could get a ride home with you, if that’s okay.”
Maybe it was the flood of pathetically weak alcohol in her veins, but Wanda couldn’t stop herself from blurting out, “That’s bullshit!”
You giggled, shaking your head. “Maybe we should both call an Uber-”
Wanda cut you off, grabbing at your wrist desperately.
“I could be a better boyfriend than him!”
She hadn’t meant to say the words, but once they were out she could only feel relieved. It was the truth after all. If tonight had taught her anything it was that Brad didn’t respect you dreams. He couldn’t even stick by your side for a few hours at a charity fundraiser.
“What?” you asked, your eyes wide in surprise.
Kamor je šel bik, naj gre še štrik.
“I could do all the shit he never did,” she continued before gesturing around the room. “Look around, I already do.”
“Wanda, don’t joke about this…” you begged softly.
Wanda relaxed her grip on your wrist, and your shoulders slumped slightly. “I’m not joking, Y/N.” She grinned as she intertwined her fingers with yours. “I think I’m going to steal you from him. God knows I’ve been thinking about it for months and what better opportunity-”
“Which one of us is rambling now?” you asked, chuckling as you tried to blink back tears.
“What I mean to say is that I never would have left you alone,” Wanda continued, stroking the back of your hand lovingly. “Will you let me be a better boyfriend than him?”
You shook your head and Wanda released your hand immediately.
“I’d rather you be my girlfriend, if that’s okay?”
Wanda surged forward to kiss you, and for a moment you began to panic. What would the other parents think? Quickly, you found that you didn’t care. They didn’t give a damn about you the way Wanda did. You bent over backwards time and time again and they continued to overlook you because you didn’t have a husband.
Fuck them.
You leaned into Wanda’s hands on your cheeks as you kissed her back.
“Want to get out fo here?” you asked, lowering your voice.”
“No yet,” Wanda replied with a grin. “First, I am going to take my lovely new girlfriend out on the dance floor, and let her enjoy the night that’s she’s so earned. Then, when she is partied out, we will go back to her place.”
“But the kids-”
“Pietro’s in town and watching the boys, and I’ll text him to go pick up your daughter. They’ll enjoy a little impromptu sleepover.”
“You have this all planned out, don’t you?” you teased gently as you ran your fingers through her hair.
“Of course,” Wanda leaned into the touch. “All you have to do is text Brad and let him know he’s been replaced.”
“I should at least call him-”
Wanda cut you off with a stern look. “After leaving you alone, he’s lucky your not changing your Facebook status on him.”
You laughed and took Wanda’s hand again. It felt so right in yours and you were overjoyed to start this new chapter of your relationship. “I’ll text him.”
You were sitting quietly, staring off into space. Wanda watched as you stared at the walls. She dusted quietly, pottering around her home in her cutesy little dress. Her mind was on you, and your mind was elsewhere.
You had just gotten home from a mission. A solo mission in a world far away. Wanda wanted to come. She had a feeling that something was going to go bad. And something went very wrong. You came home bloody and bruised, half dead. You refused any of Wanda’s help. You refused to talk about what happened. You locked yourself in the bathroom and washed off the blood and then slipped silently into bed. Wanda tried to cuddle up against you, but you shrugged her off of you and rolled away.
“What are you thinking about, darling?” Wanda asked sweetly.
You didn’t hear her. She moved closer to you. You didn’t even notice. She took the chance. She dropped her duster and hastily sat down next to you. She folded her knees and brushed up against you. She threw an arm over your shoulder and pulled you against her.
“What’s the matter?” She mumbled, pressing a kiss against your temple.
You shook your head and scratched at your palm.
“Tell me, baby.”
“I think,” you began, quietly. “I think I died out there.”
That was the last straw. You clawed your way out of her arms. She watched surprised as you stood and began to pace. You didn’t know why you were so angry. Wanda just wanted to protect you. You know she’d go to the ends of the earth to protect you.
“I’d never let you die alone, baby,” she tried.
“I die alone every day,” you scream. Wanda shook her head with tears in her eyes. “I die from everything the world contains; from what I saw, from what I heard. I die from what I lived.”
“I can fix it,” Wanda whispered.
“Wanda, no-”
“I can,” she interrupted. “I can take it all away. You’ll be whole again.”
“I’ll be empty.”
“You’ll be happy,” Wanda reached out for you. She held you by the waist and smiled up at you.
“I am happy,” you smiled sadly, stroking her cheek.
“Let me make it better,” Wanda rubbed a thumb over a gaping wound in your side. “I’ll make the world better. You’ll never die again.”
“I won’t remember anything.”
“I thought that’s what you wanted?”
You shook your head and slowly stepped away from your lover. She smiled, a sinister smile, one laced with confusion. You knew what she was capable of. You knew she wasn’t lying. She’d make the whole world new. No one would be themselves. You’d be an empty shell of the person you are, the soldier you are. you’d be someone else. You wouldn’t even be yourself.
“I’d be worse than dead,” you whispered. “I’d be a ghost who couldn’t remember why it haunts. I’d be empty and useless and loveless.”
Tears rolled slowly down your cheeks.
“I’ll love you,” Wanda whined.
You smiled.
“And I won’t know why.”
Wanda never really knew why you withstood this pain. You knew she could take it all away. You never let her. You cried and cried and cried. You bled. Wanda had seen you bleed more times than she cared to count. You hurt and you lived. You lived.
You lived.
Wanda still doesn’t understand. But she knows she can’t just fix it. So she lives. She lives with her pain, and yours, and the pain of the world. And it hurts, but that’s how she knows she’s alive. And every time she bleeds, she understands a little more.
Pairing:Wanda Maximoffx Reader Summary: A date night at home involving cooking and lots of cuddles. Requested by:@youreatotalposer Word count:570 A/n: A small break in my 1k celebration fics (that i’ve almost completed) for this fluffy fic for one of my best friends. Love ya Kay, I hope you enjoy! <3
For date night this week you and Wanda decided on a night in. It has been a while since the both of you just got to enjoy each other’s company with nobody around. The plans for tonight were dinner and a movie, in your case a movie equaled a lot of cuddling with some background noises.
When you’re both ready for date night you meet in the kitchen. Wanda was wearing a plain black shirt and a black zip up hoodie and a pair of sweats, and she looked absolutely stunning. You matched the theme of comfy clothes that you had decided on by wearing sweats and your favorite hoodie that was actually one of Wanda’s.
After you shared some kisses you went further into the kitchen. You’ll be making pizza tonight, a dish neither one of you had made from scratch before. So, you decided on using a ready-made pizza crust. Wanda starts by preheating the oven while you grab the sauce and all the cheese you’ll be needing.
You start by stretching out the dough a bit and putting it down on the baking tray, ready for all the toppings to be added. Wanda used her magic to turn on some music and kissed your cheek when your favorite song started playing. You loved spending this time with her, singing and dancing around the kitchen while you were grating the cheese and spreading the alfredo sauce over the crust. Just being around Wanda made you extremely happy.
When all the toppings you wanted to be on the pizza were on Wanda put it in the oven while you started on cleaning up. Wanda walked up to you and wrapped her arms around your waist from behind and rested her head against your back, softly swaying to the rhythm of the music along with you. Once you cleaned up the used dishes Wanda turned you around, your back now against the kitchen counter. “I love you so much, y/n.” She says before kissing you. She still took your breath away, even after all these years.
When you parted from the kiss to breathe you said, “I love you very much too, Wands.” With a big smile on your face and pull her into a hug. Again, you sway to the rhythm of the music, the world only her and you. The ding of the oven wakes you from your bubble with Wanda.
You move to the couch with a plate full of pizza slices, with Wanda right behind you carrying your drinks. You sit down next to each other, leaving no room in between the two of you. Like you said, watching a movie with Wanda consisted mostly of cuddles. She leaned into you while you wrapped your arm around her.
Wanda presses play and the movie starts. You take the first bite of the pizza you made and are overjoyed with how good it was, you hold your slice up to Wanda to give her a bite as well. By the way her eyes light up you know she’s loving it as well.
Once the pizza is finished Wanda puts the plate down onto the table and cuddles more into you. With her magic she moves over a blanket from the other side of the couch and gently places it on both your laps. She then moves her hand back to yours and intertwines her fingers with yours.
SPOILERS FOR DOCTOR STRANGE IN THE MULTIVERSE OF MADNESS
“The life you made up in Westview, do you still wish it was real?” (Y/N) asked as she moved from the kitchen table to the sink with their dirty dishes in hand
“It was real, it was real to me.” Wanda replied, passing her wife the dish soap as she started to scrub the dishes. “You, me, the boys. All of It was, all of it is real.”
(Y/N) sighed. “I would’ve enjoyed it.”
“You did.”
(Y/N) just shook her head as Wanda continued. “We were happy. We had our happily ever after, the one I had always promised you. We can have that once again.”
Wanda watched as (Y/N) pondered her proposition, her hands drying the dishes her wife had just washed. They did it without thought, as if they had always done it that way, and for a time they had. But like all good things Wanda had in her life, it came to an abrupt end. (Y/N)’s life abruptly ended at just twenty-eight years old. The mad titan had made quick work of her, leaving Wanda with nothing bar her rings.
“Wanda,” (Y/N) said, making eye contact with the witch for the first time during their conversation, “how many nights have you dreamt of us talking about this? Because that is what they are, what I am. This is all a dream.”
“Dreams hold a lot more significance than you know, my love.” Wanda rested her hand on (Y/N)’s cheek. “Every night I dream of you and when I wake up, the nightmare begins.”
“But it is time, Wanda. You need to wake up. I’ll be here when you return, I always am.”
SPOILERS FOR DOCTOR STRANGE IN THE MULTIVERSE OF MADNESS.
The multiverse is a cruel and dark place of infinite possibilities. Anyone who knew anything about the concept knew that. Never-ending universes, each one slightly different from the last, meant many things, but to Wanda Maximoff it meant that somewhere out there she got her happy ending. It meant that in some universe her love, her wife, (Y/N) Maximoff, wasn’t taken from her.
In some universe, life flowed through (Y/N). And Wanda wanted that for herself.
She had died defending earth from Thanos. She had been told to protect the Vision and she had done so. But even with your years of training and developing your abilities could even delay the mad titan. You had died in vain; your life seemingly amounted to nothing more than an unvisited gravestone in your hometown.
“Wanda, you don’t have to do this.” Strange said as he tried to approach Wanda, trying to talk her out of the idea.
“You cannot talk to me about will, Stephen Strange,” Wanda locked eyes with him, moving the darkhold away from where he could take it from her. “You break the rules and become the hero; I do it and become the enemy. That doesn’t seem fair.”
“She is gone. Dead! (Y/N) died and you can’t change that.”
“Can’t I?”
—–
All that stood between Wanda and her love was America Chavez. She had been taken in by Strange and the Sorcerer Supreme. It was almost laughable to Wanda. They thought that they could stop her when in reality they only made her angry. And to think she had tried to be reasonable.
They had pushed her to go further, to dreamwalk to get what she wanted, to get what she deserved.
She had finally seen her. (Y/N) looked as beautiful as the day she had died, standing in their Westview home, flicking through the TV looking for something to watch with two boys tucked into her side. Billy and Tommy; (Y/N) had always said she wanted two sons of that name and in this universe, she had them. For a small moment, Wanda allowed herself to enjoy the domesticity she had missed before setting out to find America.
The illuminati was no match for her, it was almost laughable to see their futile attempt at stopping her. Captain Carter’s death was the most satisfying, Wanda almost enjoyed proving that she could not ‘do this all day.’ The only loss for her was the darkhold, its pages burnt by some sorcerer she had made quick work of. But she had no time to relish the moment of their death, not when America was so close.
“Why are you making this harder for yourself? Destroying my darkhold? Just come with me. Your sacrifice won’t be in vain, I can assure you that.”
Strange looked at Wanda curiously, wondering if she saw the hypocrisy, “Like you murdered those students at Kamar-Taj?”
“Those deaths were needless,” Wanda said, floating through the dimension between dimensions to get to the sorcerer and the girl, “If only you had come to me sooner, then maybe I wouldn’t have had to kill them. It was wasteful.”
“Wasteful? They were innocent.”
“Weren’t we all once.” Wanda began to feel herself fall out of her dream walk and back to her reality. She knew that she wouldn’t be able to take the girl alone. She needed the darkhold; she needed Wong.
—–
Wong reluctantly led Wanda to Mount Wundagore, whereas she had predicted, the book of Vishanti had led America. But the mountain had turned out to be more than she had expected, it wasn’t just the home of the darkhold but the temple of the Scarlett Witch.
As her magic held America down, Wanda instructed the beasts of the mountain to stop Wong from intervening. Turning to the young girl, Wanda ran a soft finger down her cheek, “I’m sorry young one, it has to be this way.”
“No, it doesn’t. Please don’t do this.” America plead, but nothing could convince Wanda otherwise, not America nor Strange’s corpse. As the ritual began, she could feel her life being drained from her as her powers rose above and opened up the portal to life Wanda had so violently sought after. “Strange! I can’t hold her off.”
“Let her go. Trust me.”
—–
The house was warm and welcoming. Photo frames adorned the walls, their glass holding memories from across Wanda and (Y/N)’s life. From the selfie from their first date to the portrait taken on their wedding day, each and every one hung proudly against the magnolia paint.
“Wanda…”
And there she stood, (Y/N) was alive before her once more. Wanda reached out to pull her wife closer and she was indulged, Wanda could finally feel the warmth that (Y/N) gave off, she could smell the light scent of vanilla in her hair, and she could hear the gentle thrum of her heartbeat.
“Wanda,” she said again, pulling back from the woman so that she could look her in the eyes. “What are you doing here?”
“I came for you, my love. I came so we could be together once more.”
“I died, didn’t I?” (Y/N) said, turning to look at the images on the wall. She had always been very perceptive, but it was in moments like these did Wanda curse it.
“That doesn’t matter now. We can be together; the past is gone.” Wanda rambled. “We can go away; we can be a family. We can have the life that we always wanted.”
“We can’t” (Y/N) sighed, her back still to Wanda. “We never could.”
“Why not? I’ve travelled through universes to reunite us. Tell me the problem, tell me what is wrong, and I will fix it. I would fix the world for you.” Wanda begged.
(Y/N) finally turned back around. “I am the problem. I was born to die. In every universe, I die young. I dream of it. You can’t fix me Wanda.”
Wanda knew that she was right, but how could that be true. After all the universes that she had travelled and the lives stolen to bring her (Y/N) back to her, just to find out that they were never meant to be.
“Just because I am a destined to leave you,” she continued, “doesn’t mean that our love wasn’t meant to be. It will be immortalised through you. But it cannot be if you don’t remedy your mistakes, my love.”
Wanda began to move towards the portal. She had lost the strength to argue. Weakly, she stepped through the star shape back into Mount Wundagore where Strange, Wong and America waited for her, but she took no notice. She just watched as the portal closed, whispering a small ‘I love you’ as she lost sight of her wife once more.
“It’ll all be okay, you hear me?” Wanda said as she cradled (Y/N) in her arms, watching as the blood poured from her abdomen. When she had first seen her, Wanda had tried to put pressure on the wound to stop the blood flow. But it didn’t work, and they both knew this, so Wanda moved her hand away from the wound and held on (Y/N)’s cheek, hoping to bring her some comfort in her dying moments.
Wanda was no stranger to death. She was well acquainted with it’s nasty tricks and deceits. She knew that death lied about the comfort it would bring to the person who was dying but Wanda also knew that not everyone could resist death, it was a mean temptress. (Y/N) wasn’t in a position to fight anymore, they had spent their whole life fighting and now they wanted to rest. Nobody could blame them for that, not even Wanda.
“You’ll be okay, my love, it’ll be okay.” Wanda repeated over and over as (Y/N) slowly looked up at her wife and then back down to the blood-drenched wound. “Don’t think about that, it’ll stop hurting soon. It’ll all stop hurting soon.”
And she was right; (Y/N)’s pain, as well as her life, shortly ended. But Wanda’s didn’t. She felt every ounce of grief she had ever felt come back and hit her tenfold. Her mother and father, Pietro, her city, her home, and now her wife. All of them had been robbed from her. All she wanted now was for the pain to stop.
She wanted a chance to have a life with her wife, her (Y/N). But she couldn’t have that now that she was gone. She couldn’t have the life she had wanted, the life she had worked for. Her future had been robbed from her, and there was nothing that she could do.
