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book-place · 2 years

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Don’t Blame Me

Warnings: MoM-Civil War-Infinity War-Endgame spoilers, character death, mentions of going crazy, killing, slight cursing, let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x daughter reader, Vision x daughter reader

*not my gif*

Summary: You were gone- and Wanda would do anything to get you back

A/N: The bolded and italicized are song lyrics; the italicized are past events; Maybe I’ll do a part 2 following the events of the rest of MoM??

Inspired By: Don’t Blame Me by: Taylor Swift

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

Don’t blame me, love made me crazy

A few months ago, Wanda Maximoff would never have even dreamed of finding herself doing what she was about to do.

A few months ago, Wanda Maximoff felt like the happiest woman on earth.

A few months ago, Wanda Maximoff hadn’t yet fought Thanos, who hadn’t yet invaded the planet to carry out his plan of bringing balance to the universe.

A few months ago, Wanda Maximoff's family was still alive.

A few months ago, Wanda Maximoff had never felt sorrow as deep as she felt every day that she woke up without them.

A few months ago, Wanda Maximoff would not have done the things she had done- was about to do.

If it doesn’t, you ain’t doing it right

She looked down at her trembling hands that were firmly clamped around the silver picture frame.

She couldn’t help the sharp intake of breath that occurred every time she caught a glimpse of the photo protected inside.

The most beautiful moment captured in time.

After the Civil War where she lost against Tony, Vision had offered to keep an eye on her, he had not planned on falling deeply in love and then be on the run together.

Neither one of them expected the baby, but they treasured it nonetheless.

They treasured you.

Finally forcing her eyes fully down, she took in the sight.

You were ten years old in the picture- having inherited special abilities from your parents that included fast aging at will- and you were in midair, legs spread out in a sideways split. You had the largest and goofiest grin on your face as your hair flew in every which way and your hands spread out as far as you could reach them.

Vision was sitting on the couch you had jumped off of, looking up at you with a loving smile and playful glint in his eyes.

Wanda sat on the other side of the couch, head buried in her hands. But even that didn’t stop the small smile on her face from showing.

Only seconds before that was taken, she had begged you to sit still and take a nice picture with her and your father, and you had promised. With her not knowing you had your fingers crossed behind your back, of course.

Lord, save me, my drug is my baby

Quickly reaching a hand up to rub away a stray tear that had begun wandering down her face, Wanda tried to collect herself once more.

Gently setting the frame down on the table, she took one last longing look at it before forcing her eyes away and ordering her body to move out of the room.

The Darkhold floated in the middle of the living room, just above the coffee table, black mist swirling around it like a second skin.

When she had been forced to free Westview and once again watch her family be ripped away from her, the book of the damned was the only thing keeping her semi grounded.

It was there to fill a dark void with something even darker, something that helped the pain go away momentarily. It gave her hope for a better life. One she could spend with her husband and daughter, without ever watching them be so cruelly taken away from her again.

Wanda didn’t know what she would have done without the book, where she would have ended up. But none of that mattered, because she had the book, and she was damn sure that she would be getting her family back.

I’ll be usin’ for the rest of my life

You had told her that you had been ready, that she didn’t need to worry about you.

“I am a Maximoff, after all.” You had told her when she tried to convince you not to come to Wakanda with her and her husband.

Vision had simply put a hand on her shoulder, giving her a look so full of love that Wanda’s heart would still swell to the day at the mere thought of it, “She is ready, darling. In fact, she was born for it.”

He had thrown a playful wink at you at the end of that sentence.

So with a defeated sigh, your mother gave in and gave you her permission to accompany her to Wakanda to try and save the world. Something that made fourteen year old you very happy.

I’ve been breakin’ hearts a long time

With the very last of her energy drained, Wanda had fallen to the ground in a heap, a gut wrenching sob escaping from the back of her throat as she looked over at Vision.

“Mom?” Your voice called from somewhere in the trees, to which the woman’s head snapped up, “Dad?”

As your form came into sight, Wanda quickly tried to scramble up, “No, no, no! Baby! Stay there!”

But you didn’t listen, eyebrows furrowing as you looked at her and came closer, “Mom? What’s wrong?”

Then your eyes landed on your father.

All of the color immediately drained from your face, “Dad?” You had called out hastily, rushing past your mom and over to his now gray body.

Once you got close enough to fully see everything, you let out a terrible shriek, hands flying up to cover your mouth as you took stumbling steps backwards.

Wanda was finally able to fully stand up, and she didn’t miss a single second rushing over and scooping your into a hug, cradling your head against her shoulder.

But you harshly pushed her away, “What happened?” You choked out, eyes already turning red from the tears running down your face.

A lump caught in her throat, “I had to-“ At that point she didn’t know if she was trying to convince herself or you.

“You did this?”

Those three words broke Wanda more then anything ever could.

The look of horror and betrayal and down right sacredness on your face was enough to haunt your mothers dreams forever.

“Baby, you don’t understand-“ She tried to take stumbling steps towards you.

But for every one that she took, you took two back.

“HOW COULD YOU!” You screamed, not caring if the entire world hear you, “HOW COULD YOU DO-“ You were cut off before you could finish your sentence.

Your eyes widened as you looked down at your hand, slowly disintegrating before your very eyes.

“No.” Your mother breathed out in horror, trying again to come closer to you.

“No!” You shrieked back, jerking your whole body backwards as if she had just kicked you in the ribs.

Even in your last moments you didn’t want to be near her.

She was forced to watch from a far as you- her only daughter and the person she loved most in the world- disappeared before her very eyes. And there was nothing she could do about it.

The universe seemed to want to punish her, letting her sink to her knees and she let out a deafening scream before crying harder than she ever had before.

It took two minuets for death to take her, too.

Two of the most agonizing moments of her life.

And toyin’ with them older guys

With a deep breath, Wanda blinked hard as if to rid herself of the memories. The memories that turned her life into a nightmare.

A muffled cry brought her eyes away from the book, and they slowly dragged over to the corner of the room, where a man sat with his hands and feet bound together, a rag over his mouth, and tears coming out of his eyes.

Just a day ago, he had been a simple mailman who had made the mistake of accidently peering through the window when he heard a loud noise and witnessing one of Wanda’s breakdowns as she trashed the house out of sheer agony.

Of course she couldn’t let him leave, so she brought him in and let him watch as she put the whole place back in order without ever lifting a finger.

She took slow and almost teasing steps towards the man before gently bringing a hand to cup the side of his face, “It’s okay.” She reassured softly, wiping a tear off his cheek, “I am about to make everything okay again. And you will be able to witness it.”

The man couldn’t even tell if she was trying to convince him of that or herself. But all he knew was that she was crazy.

A glare automatically hardened on Maximoff’s face, “Crazy?” Her thick accent was clearly shown through her anger, “You think I’m crazy?”

His eyes widened and he fiercely shook his head back and forth, not understanding how she knew. But being terrified nonetheless.

“I am not crazy,” She said slowly, bringing her other hand onto the other side of his face, her grip tightening, “I am a mother.”

A sickening snap was heard before the man’s body fell into a limp pile on the floor.

Just playthings for me to use

Wanda sighed, shaking her head disapprovingly down at him, “You could have gone home soon, but you just didn’t have an open mind.”

“I am not crazy.” She repeated to herself, not even sparing the man another glance as she turned on her heel and made her way out of the room, “I am doing this for my daughter.”

It hadn’t even taken a day of you being gone for it to really hit her. For everything to start reminding her of you.

Like her car, the one that you used when you were first learning how to drive. Or how the sky looked at your favorite time of day. She couldn’t fathom eating your favorite meal, nor would she watch any of your favorite movies or tv shows.

There was nothing she could seem to do to escape your spirit. In every room she stepped in. On every piece of furniture. Everything.

Something happened for the first time, in the darkest little paradise

She needed you. More than anything in the world she needed you back.

You had died yet again right before her eyes and there was nothing she could do to stop it. For the second time.

When everybody had been brought back into reality, it was as if barely a moment passed from all of those resurrected. Including you, so there wasn’t exactly a happy ‘reunion’ between you and your mother.

She was the reason your father was dead.

But nevertheless, you both put whatever was going on aside so that you could finally end everything. Beat Thanos.

And you did. But at a terrible cost.

Right before Tony had snapped his fingers, Thanos himself had gotten a hold of you, and drove his sword through your body without a second thought.

Wanda wasn’t the only heartbroken person filled with soul shattering sorrow. All of the avengers- your friends and family- had to witness you dying in front of them as well.

And then three weeks passed.

Three long, terrible weeks. The weeks before she found Westview.

And in those weeks, Wanda could feel her magic growing stronger and stronger because of her overwhelming storm emotions.

She couldn’t exactly tell how it happened, but one moment she was sobbing on the ground, and the next she was in a beautiful home with the love of her life and their daughter staring back at her.

It was a miracle.

Shakin, pacin, I just need you

“Come and catch me, mom!” You cheered with a laugh, throwing the door open and hurling yourself into the backyard.

Wanda felt herself let out a laugh as she jogged steadily after you, “Aren’t you a little old to be playing these games?”

You looked over your shoulder with a grin, “Never!”

What you hadn’t realized as you looked away though, was your father standing right before you, catching you in his arms before you could run anymore.

He looked down at you with a loving smile, “Now, what do we have here?”

You did you best to wiggle out of his strong grip in between giggles, “Dad! Let me go! Mom’s gonna try and get me!”

“Too late.” You heard her teasing voice behind you mere seconds before her hands attacked your sides in tickles, prompting laughs out of you as you wriggled around even more.

“N-No!” You protested in between fits of giggles.

Wanda couldn’t help but smile at the sight of her family. Together and happy once again.

And it was at that moment that she knew that she would do anything to preserve that happiness. No matter the cost.

For you, I would cross the line

She reached down and stroked the side of your head gently, pushing your hair behind your ears in slow movements so as to not wake you.

Things had begun to get complicated in Westview.

There were people- bad people- trying to take her family away from her once again. And she would not let that happen.

She would be damned if she let her little girl be ripped out of her life once again. She didn’t know if she would be able to survive it again.

And then there was her loyal husband. He had clearly begun to suspect something was happening, and she could not have that.

With the smallest and softest of sighs, Wanda forced her hand to move away from you and she stood up.

She was going to have a talk with whoever was responsible for what was going on in her town, and let them know what would happen if they didn’t leave.

Stealing one last glance back at your sleeping form, she closed your door softly behind her.

I would waste my time

“Come on, baby, I have to go.” Though she said it, Wanda had no agitation in her voice. She could never be mad at you.

“But mom!” You whined, reaching a lazy hand over the couch, not getting up from your lying position, “It’s supposed to be girls night!”

She sighed, running a hand up and down your arm reassuringly, “I know, honey, but there’s this errand I need to run really quickly for Auntie Agnes.”

You sighed, “I didn’t want to have to do this mom.”

Her eyes quickly widened and she dropped your arm, backing up, “No! No! Don’t you dare, young lady!” She warned.

You paid her no mind as you looked back up at her, your best puppy dog face on display for her to see.

By the time she slapped a hand over her eyes, it was too late, the damage was already done. She had seen her greatest weakness.

A groan escaped her, “Fine, fine!” She relented, moving back around the couch and plopping down next to you, lifting your head onto her lap gently, “But only for a few minutes.” She said sternly.

You let out a cheer as a smile bloomed on your lips, cuddling deeper into her side as you sighed in contempt.

Wanda let out a chuckle, bending down to place a kiss on the crown of your head, “The things I do for you.”

I would lose my mind

She shook her head once. Twice. Three times.

All of them were sharp and almost violent. Trying to get rid of something that wasn’t physically there. Trying to get rid of whatever feelings she could sense bubbling up inside of her. Whether it be guilt or sorrow- she couldn’t even tell at this point.

“I’m not crazy.” She repeated once more- brokenly.

They say, “She’s gone too far this time”

Stephan would try to stop her- others too, no doubt.

But they were all mere obstacles in her way. Nothing that couldn’t be thrown aside.

Wanda wouldn’t let him- or anybody- get in the way of her happiness. She had already given it up far more times than was fair to any one person.

She shouldn’t have to endure it any longer. She shouldn’t have to be the only person who’s only source to a meaningful life was denied.

Why should she be the only one to suffer when everybody else got back what they lost in the snap?

Don’t blame me, love made me crazy

“I did what I had to do.” Wanda whispered, practically cowering back from the horrified look you were giving her.

“What-how can I be here if I died?” You demanded, shock taking over every cell in your body as you were unable to comprehend exactly what you had just unearthed.

“I hadn’t meant for it to happen,” Your mother desperately tried to explain, “But it was a blessing- I have you and your father back now. We can all be together again.”

You shook your head, taking a stumbling step back in a manner that reminded her far too much of that day within the trees of Wakanda.

“I’m sorry.” Was all she whispered before closing the distance between you with two large strides, and she gently placed her hands on either side of her face.

The panic on your features quickly disappeared as her eyes glowed the same red that was coming out of her fingertips, and instead a confused look overcame you.

“Mom?” You asked, “What happened?”

She smiled softly, dropping her hands, “You were getting a headache, I took it away.”

You smiled at her, “Thank you.”

“Anything for you.” And she meant it.

If it doesn’t, you ain’t doing it right

Oh, how she longed to wrap her arms around you once more. Reassure you that everything was okay, become happy once more. Give you the long life full of joy that you deserved.

The life that you had been robbed of.

No matter what happened today, she had every intention of giving you that chance once again.

Lord, save me, my drug is my baby

Feeling the power of the book of the damned lingering around the room had suddenly become dizzying, and Wanda found herself stumbling her way into the bathroom.

There, she practically fell against the counter as she gripped the cool material, eyes finding themselves in the old and slightly cracked mirror above the sink.

There were dark bags under her eyes and her cheeks had sunken in to an unhealthy level. She hadn’t rested a full night or eaten a full meal since Westview.

And while her magic had become more and more powerful, it also took more and more energy out of her every time she used it, resulting in the other half of how sickly she looked.

I’ll be usin’ for the rest of my life

It was too late now, there was no going back. Even after she was able to get you back, she didn’t think she would ever be able to give up the book of the damned entirely.

She needed it. Just as much as she needed you.

Don’t blame me, love made me crazy

“How about this?” Wanda asked in delight, doing a small twirl and striking a pose to show you the full outfit.

You hid a giggle behind your hands, “You look-“ You cut yourself off when you couldn’t take it anymore and your giggles turned into full blown laughter.

Your mother let out a huff of air, crossing her arms, “Fine, not the black cat then.”

Stifling the rest of your laughter, you sobered up and smiled slightly as you said, “Mom, it’s Halloween, wear something fun.”

She jutted out her lip as she pouted a little bit, “I thought a black car was fun.”

The smile turned into a teasing smirk, “Just like you thought the alien and weird pirate were fun? And the-“

She scowled, cutting you off, “Fine, fine, I get your point.”

With a long breath, you pushed yourself off the bed and made your way into your mothers endless closet, “How about this?” You asked, picking up a red outfit.

Wanda’s eyes lit up, “A Sokovian fortune teller!” She immediately exclaimed, an idea already formulating in her head.

If it doesn’t, you ain’t doing it right

The sound of laughter from two different people bounced off the walls as Wanda entered her household, a smile tugging on her lips once it reached her ears.

Silently, she crept through rooms and peaked her head through the door of the kitchen, searching for the source.

There, was the sight of you and Vision standing in the kitchen with mixing bowls and ingredients that looked like everything needed to make chocolate chip cookies.

Her smile softened and she closed the door gently with a click, leaving the two of you to it.

Lord, save me, my drug is my baby

The sound of a crash sent Wanda’s eyes flying open, and panic immediately ensued.

Her head whipped from side to side, only for them to narrow in on the television, the source of the noise.

The tension in her body immediately relaxed and she slumped back against the couch, for the first time becoming aware of the extra weight against her lap.

Allowing her head to turn down, her entire expression softened when she saw you leaning your head against her, breathing even in a way that told her you were asleep.

On the other side of you was your father, his arm around you, even as he too slept through the movie.

She didn’t even lift a hand as she used her powers to turn the movie off, kissing the top of your head softly before resting her head on yours and closing her eyes again.

I’ll be usin’ for the rest of my life

Wanda’s eyes once again closed tightly and she shook her head back and forth, ridding herself of those thoughts- those memories.

They weren’t going to help her find you.

Some small part of her cried- screamed- at her that you weren’t going to be the same.

You weren’t going to be the daughter that she remembered. Just like you weren’t the same after the snap, or even in Westview. They were all just versions of you- versions that she created.

And this other you in another multiverse was most definitely not going to be you, she shouldn’t even-

No.

She had to stop, this was going to be you. And she would have you back in her arms, and the two of you would be happy once more.

And once she was able to get you and make sure you were okay and safe, she would then go for Vis.

She knew he would understand. The need to make sure their daughter was okay before she could even think about saving him.

But she would, and everything would be well again.

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natashasnoodle · 2 years

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Puppy Love | Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader

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Summary: You and Natasha were the definition of 'opposites attract', sometimes she forgets that until you do something extra cute.

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Your relationship with Natasha was always an odd thing to other people. They never did believe that you were actually dating, you could have a heated makeout session in front of them and they still wouldn't be able to wrap their heads around it.

It was annoying that for a while you couldn't do coupley things with your girlfriend without people looking as though it was a circus act. Eyes bulging as though they had never seen something so mind-boggling. You learned to understand why they might not have thought of you as a match, but the ogling was a bit much.

The fearless assassin with... you. A vet nurse that people have described many a time as "a lil' sushi roll".

You quite literally could never hurt a fly. One time you stood on an ant whilst on a walk with some of the Avengers, and you cried for five minutes. So, when you two eventually revealed that you were an item they couldn't quite believe it. But it was true.

Natasha loved your childlike outlook on life, something that not many people have. But she also loved the dedication to your work, you were an incredibly smart woman and had aided in saving multiple lives in your job. And you loved how even though Natasha had a hardened exterior, you were one of the few people to see through the cracks, which you thought was a privilege. Underneath the surface was a person with a lot of love to give, and surprisingly a person with a candle obsession.

Her room was littered with them, it was a wonder that she hadn't burnt the place down yet.

Yours and Natasha's story was the friends to lovers arc, so you were already familiar with those living in the compound due to having known Natasha for years before you started dating.

Someone that you had always been incredibly close with was Wanda. You met her right after the tragic loss of her brother, Pietro, and you being you were the only person who could get Wanda to come out of her shell in her initial days with the Avengers.

From helping her grieve, a friendship was born and she started hanging out with you and Natasha a lot, it was nice that your friendship group of two wasn't so small anymore. It took a while for the two of you to reassure her that she was not intruding and that you were happy for her to join in with the activities and days out that you two do.

The three of you were the trio of trouble around the compound, Natasha was the more calm one of the bunch, but that didn't mean that she didn't get a kick out of the antics that took place too.

More often than not, if any of the others who resided in the compound walked into the kitchen, they walked into a bakery bombshell. There would be batter and flour everywhere, spoons and spatulas on the floor, cupcake cases strewn everywhere, dirty equipment making a mountain in the sink, and you three, on the floor.

The floor was the place that your group thought best to eat the delicious baked goods that you had put time and effort into preparing. You'd all be eating and chatting, blissfully unaware of the hurricane that you had once again brought into everyone else's lives.

But you were all having fun, and most importantly, so was Wanda. That woman deserved it, the first thought that you had about her after learning about what had happened in Sokovia was 'Man, she needs a hug'.

After a few months of observing you during your time together, Wanda noticed a closeness between you and Natasha that hadn't been there when she first saw you two together. The new looks that you would give each other, the increase of small touches, texting each other a lot more when you were apart.

So, like a good friend, she stopped hanging out with you and started hanging out with Vision more. You were hurt, but it meant that you got more alone time with Nat, though you did wonder what went wrong, and you missed your friend terribly.

Both you and Natasha missed her presence when spending time together, and hated how it seemed that Vision monopolised most of her time. But you applauded her for branching out to more people in the compound, it was something you had hoped for, you just hadn't expected it to be at the expense of you.

But you had Natasha, and Natasha had you. Besides, this was how it used to be before Wanda came along.

All of the alone time with the new feelings brewing meant that you inevitably started dating. When Wanda found out she was ecstatic and started calling herself "The Captain of the Ship".

She started hanging out with you two again, but this time split her time with Vision as well. Those two had ultimately also become a pair.

They were fun to hang out with, the synthezoid's lack of knowledge of basic social skills was often amusing, and he would chuckle along even though he wasn't really aware that you were finding him funny.

For instance, when you had gone out to dinner just the four of you, Vision had started questioning some of the foods on the menu as they had weird themed names, even though he doesn't eat. But he still made that poor waiter explain everything no matter how many times Wanda kicked his ankle and discreetly coughed to get him to shut his metal mouth.

After everything the waiter finally asked him which one of the food items he would like, to which he promptly responded with his head held high, "Oh no thank you, I don't eat food". Wanda had her head in her hands in embarrassment as you and Nat failed to hold in your laughs at seeing the waiter's face. You had inhaled your sip of water due to you stupidly drinking so that the cup would hide your smile. This resulted in Natasha laughing even more when she had to smack you on the back a few times so that you didn't die.

Inevitably after you and Natasha had dated for a few months, you moved into the compound. The only negative was that it was a further drive to work, but you got to live with your girlfriend and friends so you didn't really care.

When your colleagues at work found out that you were dating the Black Widow they were also shocked. When you questioned them about it they all just said "they couldn't see it", which confused you further.

Sure, you and Natasha were different. But that's what made it so beautiful, if she sat down with someone every day who also had the same external emotional range of a teaspoon and crappy small talk skills, then they wouldn't talk. It would be boring. And if you sat down with someone exactly the same as you then no bills would be paid as you'd keep convincing each other to take the day off to bake a tonne of cookies every day. Opposites attract after all.

It took months but people eventually got it. They saw how Natasha's eyes would light up when you entered a room, how during team movie nights she would love to hold you unnecessarily close, how seriously she would take looking after you when you were ill, and how she happily did extra loads of laundry because you wore her clothes more than your own, and many more. The list of things that showed how much Natasha cared for you was too long. That woman loved you with her whole heart.

But, there were still times when you did something that made the team question it again. Like today, when you ran downstairs and skidded across the floor in fluffy socks with a cow pattern, clutching your phone to your chest that was cladded with Natasha's hoodie. The team were all sitting at the table in the kitchen eating breakfast, you were the only one not there due to dealing with a work call.

When you reached Natasha's side she was going to question what had got you all excited so early, but she couldn't get a word in before you started rambling about how the Veterinary practice that you work out was doing an impromptu dog meet and greet with the local shelter to raise money and hopefully get adoptions up, and that you were being called in to help run it that afternoon.

Natasha looked a bit sad that you were being called into work on a Saturday, but her spirits were immediately lifted when you said you could bring people with you. You had automatically assumed that Natasha would be coming with you, so you turned to Wanda and Vision to see if they wanted to accompany you.

Natasha immediately scowled and gave you a slap on the arm, thinking that you had told her about being able to go and then immediately inviting other people instead.

"Hey!", you shouted as you clutched your arm, she forgot her own strength sometimes. At seeing just how pissed off she looked, you tilted your head and concentrated on figuring out what had suddenly got her angry. It took you a few seconds, during which time Natasha's scowl had deepened at seeing you not being able to figure it out, but eventually, it clicked.

She slowly nodded as she saw the answer appear in your eyes, "You were already coming, I just wanted to see if they wanted to tag along!".

Nat threw her head back slightly in frustration with your shenanigans, before a smile etched itself onto her face and she turned to look back at you looking at her with confusion. "You know you should never assume", she playfully pointed at you before handing you your plate of now cold pancakes and bacon.

You happily scarfed them down, with a generous serving of maple syrup, and rushed upstairs to get into your scrubs. The three tagging along with you would just be able to go in their normal clothes but to show that you were an employee and just in case an emergency showed up on shift, you needed to be in your work clothes.

You didn't mind that though, you had a cute rainbow lanyard with black pawprints on, along with merchandise pins of your favourite shows, so you enjoyed an excuse to wear it.

After getting into your cyan scrubs, you bounded down the stairs in excitement to get to see lots of dogs today. Natasha, Wanda and Vision were waiting at the bottom of the stairs for you, Wanda looked just as excited as you did, the other two were just there to spend more time with their partners.

After giving Nat a quick peck on the cheek and grabbing her hand, making her blush, not that she would ever admit it, you grabbed your car keys from the side and led the small group out to your car.

Your car was relatively old, Tony had offered to give you one of his cars that he doesn't use, but you couldn't do it. This was your first car, and it still ran beautifully, so you kept it. It looked out of place next to the other cars that the Avengers owned, but it represented you amongst them so you didn't mind.

As you drove, you absentmindedly grabbed Natasha's hand and placed it on the gearstick, placing your hand on top as you continued driving. Once again the great Black Widow blushed, and once again she would never, ever admit it.

Wanda and Vision made some light conversation from the back that you occasionally made a funny comment to, but you mostly focused on your driving, it was Saturday and New York City, so the traffic warranted you to put your undivided attention onto the road.

Forty painful minutes later, you arrived at work. It was only painful due to the other drivers on the road who kept trying to cut you off at every opportunity, the company was great.

You marvelled at how the car park had been transformed into a charity drive. There were loads of kennel staff there with the different dogs, and even though it had just started the place was teeming with people. This was of course good, donations would go up, dogs would get adopted if the humans passed the screening process, and there was always the opportunity that the practice would get more customers. Win-win all around.

After giving the place a short once over, you told your girlfriend and friends that you just needed to go into the building quickly to clock in and make sure that the emergency station was prepared. Hopefully, it wouldn't have to be used today but you could never be underprepared when it came to that.

In the meantime, Nat and Vision tailed behind Wanda who was making sure to bend down and give every dog a good head rub. Vision didn't really understand why she was getting so excited over giving the pups scratches but he liked how Wanda looked happy.

Natasha gave smiles at all of the dogs but wasn't too interested in giving them belly rubs like Wanda was, she was more of a cat person. If this was a cat charity drive then she would be trying not to lose her mind from a cuteness overdose. But with the dogs, for her, it was pretty easy to keep herself at bay.

She was glad to see you when you made your way over with a couple of work friends who were also working today's shift, she came to be with you after all.

You gave her a big smile as you walked towards her and started gushing over all of the dogs here as you walked forward to give the cutest golden retriever you had ever seen a tiny nose boop before he jumped on you and attacked your face with slobbery dog kisses.

Natasha found the sight absolutely disgusting, why would anyone want dog slobber on your face? But she couldn't help but chuckle a bit herself when she heard your giggles as you tried to free yourself from your fluffy attacker.

She watched you as you interacted with the dogs and worked, helping people fill out adoption forms, you were clearly in your element and she loved it. You had a way of talking to the visitors and getting them excited about being donors to the various charities and kennels that you were hosting today.

The passion you had for your job clearly shone through.

After about half an hour of work and play with Natasha standing by your side, your colleague called you over to see a tiny puppy that had just woken up, so you dragged your group with you as you gently took her out of your coworker's hands. "She looks just like a little mashed potato ball, don't you?", you cooed as you moved your hands to support all of the puppy's tiny limbs and support her little belly.

You bounced your hands up and down gently with the puppy in your arms to keep her in a docile state as you made gushing noises over how cute she was. The three you were with couldn't help but beam at how you were handling the cute puppy.

However, Natasha very quickly noticed that a lot of other people were looking at you as well, smiling at the sight, including some young women who appeared to be alone. Her face immediately hardened as she saw the way that they were looking at you.

Of course, you didn't notice, you were just too focused on the tiny baby in your arms. But Natasha couldn't take it anymore as more people turned to see what people had stopped to look at. "Your cuteness is making everyone stare. Stop it".

You looked up and smiled at some of the people who were indeed looking in your direction, you felt a bit shy from all of the attention, but you just pouted a bit at Natasha before looking back down at the potato dog. "Come on Nat give her ears some little scritches", you held your arms out slightly but without risking dropping her.

Nat quirked an eyebrow as she looked at the dog in your hands and hesitated, but seeing the look on your face she carefully started petting the dog's head. She was very clumsy with her movements, you wondered if she had ever petted a dog before, but a moment later her eyes were shining and the smile on her face showed pure joy.

She got more confident with what she was doing and moved her hands down to pat her back, and you just stared in awe at how your girlfriend was melting into a puddle of adoration at this pup. You called it a pupple.

Yeah, she was definitely coming home with you all. Nat practically dragged you to fill out the adoption screening papers with Wanda giggling in the background, and you had never been happier.

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wandanatsbaby · 2 years

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Pairing: mom Wandanat x reader

Summary: as a 16 year old orphan you keep running away from your orphanage one night when you went away you ran into the famous black widow in the Scarlet witch. At school you're an outcast only friends being Peter Parker and MJ. The orphanage is not a home with a little girls and boys hitting and pulling each other hair and the owner locking kids in the basement when they misbehave will life get better or will you always be stuck in an orphanage?

Chapters:

1. Runaway

2. Before the Meeting

3. Meeting

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jabbagabba · 2 years

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Something Wicked - I

WARNING! MAJOR SPOILERS FOR MULTIVERSE OF MADNESS, DO NOT READ UNDER CUT IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN THE MOVIE!

fic warnings and summary under the cut, seriously watch the movie first!

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Summary: As you try to figure out how to help Wanda, memories flood back

Series Warnings: Dark!Wanda (she’s a little unhinged), fem!reader, witch!reader, witchcraft, multiverse!Wanda (poor girl, deserves better) angst, grief, manipulation, violence, gore, nightmares, mild language (a few swear words here and there), anything I missed please tell me.

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When I want you and all your charms

You rip your earphones out in frustration, letting them clatter onto the floor in a pile. Stupid song. For weeks you had been forced to listen to it. So much so it had easily become borderline torture. The lyrics flooded through your head every waking moment. You weren’t even sure if it was a real song at all!

Every time you tried to look up the lyrics, your mind would become blank and you’d be left even more confused and angry. And now, even with heavy metal music making your ears ring, the song still lingered. It was a pointless fight that you were just too tired to win anymore. Fine, you thought. You win

Whenever I want you, all I have to do is

“Still stuck in your head, huh?” You were snapped out of your small pity party and sighed. Right, still working. Markus - your only real work friend - smiled at you sympathetically, trash bag in hand.

“Yeah.” You groan dramatically. “Still stuck.”

The diner you worked at was the kind that only people who had been passing through town ate at. The kind of place the locals forgot even existed. Your customers were Mostly middle aged truck drivers, though there was the occasional sleep deprived family. Because of this, you only really worked nights.

The pay wasn’t great, and yeah, you sometimes wished you didn’t always smell of stale coffee and bacon grease. But it had become the closest thing to home you were going to get. The closest to “normal” you’d ever be and you knew it.

So, with a small friendly smile, you stood from your seat and grabbed the bag out of your coworker’s hand.

“I’ll take that.” You say and Markus shakes his head.

“It’s pretty dark out there.” You see the clock above him reach 12:30 and roll your eyes. “Too many creeps around.” Always the gentleman, Markus moves to pass you but you’re quicker, grabbing onto the bag and pulling it towards yourself.

“I’ll be fine.” You pull again as he opens his mouth to argue and successfully take it out of his grip. “I can handle taking trash out.” He stared at you for a moment, deciding what to do before finally motioning to the door in defeat. You walked - as gracefully as one could with literal garbage in their hand - pass him, the bell ringing above you as said door opened.

“But just so you know - “ His voice made you pause, using your back to keep it open while he continued. “If you get murdered, that’s your own fault.”

“Noted.”

Dream, dream, dream, dream

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It was a little after three when you finally started the journey home. Unfortunately for you, as if the universe was trying to make you even more miserable, it had started to rain.

You knew it would be cold - as winter was approaching rather quickly - so you were thankful for the jacket that you had brought that now clung to your body but knew that it wouldn’t stop you from being completely soaked before you even made it to your apartment.

Maybe you should have let Markus drive you.

The streets were dead, the only light being from the streetlamps that hung above you. After ten or so minutes of walking, you decided to turn right instead of your usual left. You were hopping it would cut your journey short - having seen a neighbor go that way earlier that day - and maybe the buildings that lined the path would be better protection against the rain.

That hope died rather quickly when you felt a twitch of your fingers. Someone was following you.

You tried to recover from your sudden stop smoothly, taking a deep breath as you continued walking. Another four steps and you stopped again, this time spinning quickly and outstretched your hand. Blue light filled your vision as you saw the figure of a man stubble backward from the force of the blow.

You stayed in the defensive position, hand still glowing as the light above you flickered.

“What do you want?” The sternness in your voice surprised you, a stark contrast the wild beating of your heart. The man chuckled and stepped closer, hands raised above his head.

“I missed you, too.” Your fear quickly turned into shock, finally letting your hand fall to your side. He stepped forward and you saw the familiar face.

“Are you insane?” You shrieked. “I could’ve killed you!” He dropped his hands and smiled warmly.

“I doubt it.”

“To what do I owe the pleasure, Doctor Strange?” You took notice in his appearance, it really had been a while. His hair was longer and he seemed to grow a little grey in his goatee. But what really surprised you was how dry he was, his clothes didn’t stick to him as yours did. Lucky. “You teleport here?”

“Something like that.” He waved his fingers, a port easily forming behind you. “Cold?” You try not to sprint into the warmth of it and smiled.

“Freezing.”

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Your eyes opened with a gasp, body falling to the ground. A pain stretched across your palm and you knew it was probably sprained. Wanda crossed the room with a concerned arm stretched out for you to take.

“Are you okay?” You waved her away, opting to pick yourself up from the floor. Your body felt as if it was burning up, your hand having to swipe away sweat from your burning forehead.

“I’m fine.” You weren’t sure who you were trying to reassure, her or yourself. Meditating had always been a hard task for you. Instead of centering you, it just made you tired and even more anxious as memories would flood through you.

Whether good or bad, they always took a tole and they were always draining.

“When’d you get back?”

“The boys finish school at three.”

“Oh.”

Wanda glanced around the room. What was once her guest had now been morphed into a witch den. Walls covered in runes, candles and books scattered across the floor. Her eyes grew concerned when she took notice of how tired yours looked.

“You need sleep.” You chose to ignore her, bending to grab a stack of papers that had fallen out of one of your notebooks earlier. She called your name but that only made you work faster, pilling loose pages together.

“Anymore dreams?” She rolled her eyes at the change of topic, but answered honestly.

“No.”

“That’s good.”

“It is.” You tucked the loose sheets - all covered in various spells and notes - into the closest book. “When’s the last time you slept?” She tried again, only this time forcing your hands to stop with her own when you didn’t answer.

“I can’t really sleep right now.” You knew you needed sleep. Staying up was draining but you just couldn’t stop, afraid that you’d lose your chance at remembering the one thing that could fix this. “I should clean this up.”

That change of topic seemed to lighten both your moods. So much so, Wanda even managed to giggle a little as her eyes scanned the room.

“I was going to repaint, anyway.” She glides across the wall, fingers tracing the symbols. “What’s this one for?” You follow her gaze and shrug.

“I’m not sure.” She turns with a raised eyebrow. “Most of them don’t make sense to me yet. All of them are scattered pieces of spells, information, just anything I can remember really.”

“Of the Darkhold.” She concludes her adventure across the wall, stopping at one of the runes scratched into the paint. You nod. The small moment of respite gone.

“Just what I remember.” She hums, face unreadable. Soon enough the room is looking somewhat presentable and you marvel at the sight of a clean floor.

“What’s this?” You turn and see her pull a piece of paper from the desk beside her, eyes scanning the page in pure confusion. “Are these… lyrics?”She turns it toward you.

“Oh.” You grab it from her with a soft smile. “It’s just a song I sometimes get stuck in my head.” You try to remember when you could have written them before quickly realising it isn’t in your handwriting.

It was a page from Stephen’s notebook.

“What is it?” Wanda asked, noticing the playfulness vanish from your face. You swallowed back the feeling that started to fill you, crumpling it into a ball with a shake of your head.

“Nothing.” You grab the rest of the pile that sat on the desk and shoved them in the drawers with a huff. “I thought they’d help but it’s just random nonsense.” Whether or not she believes you she doesn’t say, choosing to instead let it go.

“I’ve gotta start dinner.” She says, flinching as you slam the drawer shut. “You should join us.”

“Okay. I will.”

Dream, dream, dream, dream

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AN/ Also! This just in, I hate everything I fucking write. Seriously though, whenever I write something, I’ll rewrite it over and over again until I just can’t look at it anymore and either post it or delete it. Which is what this is. I honestly don’t know how to feel about it.

Regardless, I hope you enjoyed it and know that I’m very, very tired. Stay safe, feel free to ask me anything and hope you have a good one!

#dark!wanda #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff x platonic!reader #marvel x reader #marvel x you #marvel imagine #marvel angst #doctor strange x platonic!reader #doctor strange imagine #multiverse of madness imagine #multiverse of madness x reader

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disappointment99 · 2 years

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Story/Series ideaaaaaa

Reader’s info: (y’all can change this if you want to)

: chill, intimidating,badass, nonchalant but also very flirty with Natasha, has the “It is what it is” mentality

Gender : y’all can decide

G!p/intersex: y’all can decide

Height : 6 feet

Love interest: Natasha Romanoff

And if yall plan to include smut, can y’all make it top reader plsss lmaoo. I love being Natasha’s bitch but we need some more top reader stories lol

Someone make a story/series where the reader wakes up in one of the marvel movie(prob AOU) and R meets the avengers and the R is like “you’re scarlet Johansson, Chris evans etc.” but the avengers doesn’t understand R cause they’re not from “our universe”. Since the reader is from our universe, R knows what will happen (ex: Ultron appearing at the party, Pietro, Natasha and Tony dying etc) r ends up helping the avengers and warns them when and how events/fights will happen basically helps them alter the universe or some shit like that. And at the end, the avengers finds a way for the R to go home to “our universe” then y’all can decide if R wants to stay or go home.

Idk if this is a good idea or not but ehh ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

#avengers x platonic!reader #avengers x reader #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff x reader #tony stark x reader #steve rogers x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #thor x reader #mcu x reader #wanda x you #natasha x reader #wanda maximoff x platonic!reader #mcu x platonic!reader #story ideas #story / series idea #series idea #my story idea #my series idea

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mirkwoodshewolf · 2 years

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Hey brother; Maximoff twins x sister reader

*Author’s note*

Hello all here I am with yet another request. Now this one comes from a special tumblr user whose comments not only bring me joy when I see them, but also little personal inbox messages of good wishes and hellos fill my days with happiness. @topstory21 this fic is for you, thank you for your patience with this fic and I hope you enjoy it darling!

Warnings/basic synopsis: Nothing but pure fluff. I do NOT own the song, reader is around 12-13yrs old.

Taglist:

@plethora-of-things

@waddles03

@psychosupernatural

@ixchel-9275

@queen-paladin

@jd-johndeacon-or-jackdaniels

@queensdivas

@austynparksandpizza

@peter-parkers-cullen-nerd

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Today was a very special day. A day that we hadn’t been able to celebrate in—god knows how long. Today mark’s a very special day for two very special people in my life, yep it’s my big brother and sister’s 20th birthday.

In fact this is the first birthday they’ve been able to celebrate in a while. Well when you volunteer to be HYDRA’s experiments, they don’t exactly care how old you get nor want to celebrate a simple birthday. But it’s been a year now since my siblings and I joined the Avengers and they’ve decided to throw a party for my brother Pietro and my sister Wanda.

Now bear in mind we’re not talking about your typical Stark parties with thousands of people you don’t even know, loud music, flashing lights, etc. No this was just going to be an intimate party with just members of the team, some minor alcohol for the grown-ups and Capri-sun’s for me (what I happen to like that drink. Probably my favorite American drink in the whole world).

However I had run into a small—well not really small but not huge problem. Anyway my problem was that I had no idea what to get my brother and sister for their birthday and time was ticking. I couldn’t really afford anything expensive (like some new running shoes my brother was eyeing last week, or the scarlet red necklace my sister spotted when we went to our first American mall).

“Hey kid, you doin alright?” Clint’s voice spoke up. I turned to look at him and said.

“Yes, yes. Everything is fine Mr. Barton.”

“I appreciate your manners but you know you can call me Clint right, Mr. Barton makes me feel old.”

“Better not let Pietro hear you admit that.” I teased.

“Please don’t remind me.” He groaned softly before sitting down beside me. “But back to the subject, you seemed pretty deep in thought about something.”

“It’s nothing too difficult. Just—thinking about what to give Pietro and Wanda for their birthday tonight. Can’t really go out and buy anything now.”

“Well you know—birthdays aren’t just about the gifts or the loud music or the booze. Though I ask you kindly to not try any alcohol tonight.”

“I promise I won’t drink anything. God I take one sip of vodka by accident and everybody goes ‘what this is crazy!?’”

“Anyways, I’ve learned that homemade gifts are always the prize winner. Why do you think I keep my daughter Lila’s poems hidden in one of my drawers in a journal?”

“She does write beautiful poems.”

“Yeah she—wait so it’s been you sneaking around in my room?!”

“I get bored staying here all day while you all are on missions.”

“Oh you little—” just as he reached out for me I used my phasing powers which allowed his hands to go through me. He kept trying to grab me so he could tickle me or pull me close to give me a hard noogie, but each time he tried to touch me, his hands just went through me like sand through your fingers. “You know it’s unfair that your powers allow you to escape your well-deserved punishments.”

“I’d consider myself lucky. If most kids and teens could do what I can, they’d get away with anything.”

“And god helps parents like me if my kids ever learned that.”

“I’ll spare you the backache and not teach them.”

“Watch it kid I get enough old man jokes from your brother, I don’t need your sassy mouth either.”

“Okay Clint. Now what were you saying earlier about homemade gifts?”

“Oh right yeah. They’re usually better than any expensive jewelry, old fashioned guitar, or some rare collector’s item. Because they have more heart and love in them than anything else in the world.”

It was then I remembered long ago before we joined in with Hydra, I remembered having made Pietro and Wanda birthday cards from old newspaper clippings and magazines I’d find. Or play a song using whatever item or trash I could find to play as an instrument.

“I gotta go!” I quickly said racing out of the living room and into mine. I grabbed my guitar and quickly began with some random chords until I found the right tune to play before finally working on some song lyrics. And I worked and worked all day, not once coming out until it was party time.

As promised by Stark, only close members of the team showed up to the party, there was music playing on the speakers but nothing too loud that you couldn’t hear what the other person was saying. And of course my favorite Capri sun’s were all aligned at the kid’s bar all mine for the taking.

“Everything alright (Y/n)?” I looked up and there stood Vision.

“Yeah, yeah Vis everything is fine. Just standing here with my Capri sun’s, making sure no one else claims them, especially Thor.”

“I took a second counting of the presents and noticed that you hadn’t placed yours with the rest. If you’d like I’d be willing to share credit with mine. After all without your help I wouldn’t have found the gift Wanda would like.”

“It’s alright Vision. Besides my gift isn’t something I bought, I—sorta made it last minute for them.”

“Ahh yes. Homemade gifts, those are indeed more personal and I’m sure your brother and sister will like it.” I sipped my Capri sun and said after finishing it off.

“But if you do wish to give me credit, I’d be willing to take that credit as me being the Ring bearer for yours and Wanda’s wedding.” I stated which I swear would’ve made Vision’s face grow redder if he didn’t quickly abort himself from the conversation, claiming he wished to mingle with the others. I shook my head playfully and sucked up the last remaining bits of my Capri sun.

“Alright folks cake time and then presents!” Stark proclaimed as a very large cake was rolled out.

“Yes about time I was about to go crazy over not having my first American made cake!” Pietro exclaimed.

“Alright Speedy-Gonzales slow your roll.” Stark said. The candles were already lit up (they were those sparkler ones that you see on the 4th of July). We all gathered around and proceeded to sing happy birthday to them before they blew out the candles.

After cake (and trying to calm Pietro down from his sugar rush of having American cake for the first time), it was present time. First up was Natasha who gave my sister some new jackets and for Pietro she got him cologne that he had been eyeing last time we went to the mall.

Next Vision presented his gift to Wanda which was the necklace she had longed for. Her eyes widened as she took it in her hand and said.

“Vis.”

“I understand you’ve wanted this necklace for a long while and I umm….if you don’t like it or it’s too much I kept the receipt.”

“No Vision. I love it. Thank you.” Her hand gently came on top of his as the two stared at each other. A gaze filled with such love and longing that Pietro got in between them and said.

“Alright Mr. Synthezoid robot. You may be on our side but that doesn’t give you the right to flirt with my sister.”

“Oh and flirting with every female agent that comes by does?” questioned Wanda.

“Okay so who’s next?” asked Stark before things got ugly.

“I-I’ll go next.” I softly volunteered.

“Absolutely sestra, I would’ve thought you would go first! Took you long enough.” Teased Pietro to which Wanda pinched him at his side making him exclaim in slight pain.

“What do you have for us (Y/n)?” Wanda asked.

“Umm, I—just need a second to bring it down real quick. Excuse me.” I got up from my seat and ran to the other room to grab the guitar I had hidden away and came back. “Pietro, Wanda. I know that—life hasn’t been real easy for us, but—you both gave me all the love and care I could ask for. I know I don’t remember much about mom and dad, but I’m happy that I got to at least keep you both in my life. As a token for that, I—wrote you both a song, I—hope you like it.”

I began strumming a few chords before diving right into the opening part of the song. My fingers getting the right chords until I opened my mouth and began to sing. Now bear in mind that I’m not the best singer but my voice isn’t like two cats in heat, it’s kinda neutral (especially singing a full song in English like this. I’ve usually sung Russian or Sokovian songs better).

*Me*

Hey brother There's an endless road to rediscover Hey sister Know that water's sweet but blood is thicker

Oh, if the sky comes falling down For you There's nothing in this world I wouldn't do

Hey brother Do you still believe in one another? Hey sister Do you still believe in love?

I wonder

Oh, if the sky comes falling down For you There's nothing in this world I wouldn't do

What if I'm far from home? Oh brother, I will hear you call What if I lose it all? Oh sister, I will help you out Oh, if the sky comes falling down For you There's nothing in this world I wouldn't do

After playing a few more chords until finally ending it with a beautiful strum, everyone soon applauded. Pietro and Wanda both stared at me with tears in their eyes before Wanda opened her arms out and I immediately sat onto her lap.

“Best birthday gift, ever. Thank you (Y/n).”

“You both really liked it?”

“Liked it? That is the understatement of the century. Little sister we loved it!” Pietro exclaimed as he pulled me into his lap squeezing me tight.

“It was beautifully done, our little songbird.” Wanda said as she stroked my cheek. “Thank you.”

“I’m glad you liked it. I worked really hard on it.”

“It certainly paid off. Thank you little sister.” Pietro said as he kissed my other cheek.

“You’re welcome, both of you.”

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its-really-dry · 10 months

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y/n: wanda! i wrote a poem for you

wanda: awww, you did?

y/n: *nods*

wanda: *smiles* alright, let's hear it

y/n: *clears throat* roses are red, the sun gives off heat - if your legs are tired, use my face as a seat. yes, roses are red but so are your lips - just sit on my face and wiggle those hips *smiles proudly*

wanda: i........ oh my.....

nat: tulips are pink, melinas my mother - say yes to the girl or sit there and suffer *shrugs*

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fromasgardandback · 1 year

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Avenging His Death

Wanda Maximoff x Platonic!Reader

masterlist | oneshots

It was extremely hard for Wanda to do what she did to Vision. She essentially killed the love of her life to save humanity. Her actions pained her from the moment it was the only option to the current time. She never let it go and it showed in everything she did. Wanda and the entirety of West View, New Jersey knew the extent of her pain. Now that she’s moved away and secluded herself in the cabin somewhere in Canada it has been quieter, but too quiet for your liking.

You traveled to where she was after taking a couple of days to find her location. You rolled up to her driveway, parking next to a sign that said: “only peaceful memories here”.

“Wanda?” You said closing your driver-side door and locking it. You looked around at the beautiful landscape behind the house in front of you. It was beautiful mountains and a lake and pine trees that lead into a forest to the left. You walked up to the front door, knocking on the distressed wood. “Wanda?” You called out again.

“Y/N? How long did it take you to find me?” She said opening the door and walking into the kitchen. “I guess you’re here to discuss West View?” A drip of annoyance and regret come from her lips.

“No, I came to check on my best friend. I heard what happened and before I could make it to New Jersey, everything had dissipated. I needed to know that you were alright. I needed to know,” You paused before saying the truth. “I needed to know that even through the grief and pain, you were still alive.” You said holding back some tears.

Since Thanos’s snap in Wakanda and Wanda disappearing, you took everyone’s loss hard. You didn’t blip, but she did. She was your best friend through and through. It had already been an extremely difficult five years, but adding West View on top of it? You didn’t know if you would find Wanda alive or dead.

“I’m not going to kill myself, although, I have thought of it.” She said leaning against the kitchen counter. “Any other reason you are here; to come for my arrest?” She said coldly.

“Is that what you think of me? No, Wanda I am not here to arrest you or ask you to turn yourself in. I came here because I love my best friend. You’re a sister to me and I understand how painful it is to lose the one person who knew you, the one person who understood you. I get that and it pained me to see him go. But I came here on my own, Wanda. Whether you like it or not, I’m not leaving.” I said hurt by her comment. Its understandable that she’s in pain, but for her to make accusations out of anger and misery isn’t called for.

We talked about life and how everything happened so quickly. I explained the pain I endured during the five long years and the battle against Thanos. Where we all went off too and how we ended up their after it was all over. I stayed with a few of our friends from time to time trying to regain the normalcy of the life we had before. Wanda explained to me what West View was truly like for her. The happiness she felt and betrayal of the people she thought she knew. Wanda understood that kidnapping an entire town in New Jersey wasn’t the right decision to make, but she did nonetheless.

“I need to fight, to fight for them. I cannot sit here and do nothing while they exist somewhere without me.” Wanda sighed deeply.

“Where are you going?” I said sitting up straight in the rocking chair.

“I’m going to avenge Vision’s death. My Vision, real and fabricated along with my sons. I was pregnant. I have birth to those boys and the didn’t deserve what happened to them. I love my family and I will stop at nothing to get them back.” She got up from her chair to stand against the wrap-around porch, staring at her small farm to the side of the home. “Are you coming with me?” Wanda turned around eyeing me with a stare that could kill.

“To get your family back?” I stood up walking towards her. “Where do we begin?”

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cassidyconner · 2 years

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Memories (Scarlet Witch/platonic black!reader, Dr. Strange x black!reader)

Summary: The Scarlet Witch comes for a old friend, wanting her to remember…

“You have tested my patience Stephen.”

Dr. Strange never moved from where he stood. The young woman who stood just a couple feet away watch the two curiously.

“Wanda she has no idea who you are.”

“I can make her remember.” The witch tells him, looking past his shoulder to stare at her briefly before looking back to Strange. The witch’s eyes glow with scarlet fury.

“I will make her remember.”

(Not sure if I want to continue this)

#scarlet witch #scarlet witch x reader #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x platonic!reader #wanda x reader #dr stephen strange #dr strange x reader #multiverse of madness

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bbuckysbeardd · 2 years

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Repost from Wonder Studio Co 👻💀

NEW WANDA AND AGATHA DESIGNS DROP FRIDAY AUGUST 19 @ 1PM EST

(Wonder Studio Watermark will not be on the final design)

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noonecares915 · 2 years

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She is the predator, I am the prey. I am willing to sacrifice myself for her to devour.

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yanaromanov · 23 days

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my sweet assistant

- professor!natasha x lawyer!wanda x reader

part summary: you take a position in assisting professor romanoff after classes to make up for a missed assignment. your flustered state only continues as you’re forced to spend one-on-one time with her, even more so when her wife is introduced into the equation…

part warning(s): teacher/student relationship, age gap (r is of age), power dynamics, married wandanat (no cheating), pet names, mentions of anxiety, mentions of bad family relations, minor death, funeral etc. minors dni

authors note: this took me a bit longer to write and release than i would have liked thanks to my broken arm and writers block so apologies for that. but even tho i kinda hate it, it’s here now, so i hope you enjoy! :)

part two of the inescapable love series

inescapable love series

･｡ﾟ*. 18+, minors DNI . * ｡ﾟ･

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People say life comes with its ups and downs, something you had come to learn was rather true, but why did it always seem the downs came at the worst of times? A call from your mother was never really a good sign to begin with, usually her nagging being the only thing waiting on the other end of the line, but this time when you picked up and heard what she had to say, not good turned to terribly bad. It wasn’t the extent of the problem as such that worried you, more so the timing. Your Russian class had an assignment coming up, due in less than a week, and thinking you had enough time to get round to it, you still hadn’t started. Something that would have been totally fine if not for your mom’s name popping up on your phone last night and sharing news that would throw your entire schedule off.

The way your mom had picked up the phone had immediately informed you something was wrong, but a death announcement was certainly the last thing you had been expecting to hear on a Sunday night. It was your grandmother, on your dad’s side. She’d passed away over the weekend, finally giving up on the hospice care she’d been dependent on for months. The news itself hadn’t been too much of a shock, the old woman’s health deteriorating for years, and it didn’t much upset you either. You’d never really been close to your grandmother, your brother being the one favoured from your family, keeping you distanced whenever you visited her house. Your teenage self had already mourned for the relationship you had never had and that felt more painful than the actual loss in front of you now.

The main thing concerning your mind now was how you were going to complete your assignment. On the phone, your mom had told you she’d already booked the flights for you coming home, prepared for the funeral just that week, a quick turn around due the arrangements been made in advance from the anticipation of her death. It would see you in England the entirety of the week, leaving tomorrow afternoon and not returning until late Friday evening. Even with the extra days you had at home, the funeral tea and family gatherings would no doubt leave you no time at all to complete your assignment.

You knew what you had to do now, had done it many times before for other classes, but something about this time felt more intimidating. As you sat in the lecture theatre, watching your professor teach at the front of the class, your heart pounded in your chest at the thought of asking for the extension. More time alone would have to be spent with your Russian professor, the last time still lingering unwanted in your mind. The thought of speaking to her one on one once more was enough to send your anxious mind into a frenzy.

Desperately, you tried to cling on to the reality of things as your lesson continued. It was the day of the week where your class would practice your Russian speaking, conversing with one another whilst Professor Romanoff would walk around, listening in and correcting any mispronunciations. In the end, it would build up to the speaking exam the end of semester held, a private conversation that each student would have with your professor which was then graded alongside your written tests.

The girl sat beside you had claimed the spot as your partner when the first speaking lesson had started up, thankfully not the same girl who’d passed you dirty looks after your perfectly scored paper. The two of you worked through the worksheet in front of you, sounding out the words and building them up into a conversation. Your partner seemed slower than you to grasp the concepts, but you found you didn’t quite mind, allowing your thoughts the moments in between to plan exactly how you’d make your request to Professor Romanoff.

When the class had finally drawn to a close, everyone began packing up their things, worksheets handed back down towards the front. Professor Romanoff stood against her desk, collecting papers as she shouted out across the clamouring hall. “Remember your assignment is due on Friday everyone. Do not use google translate. I can tell!”

It seemed your class wasn’t paying her announcement much notice, instead focused on making it out of the double doors and out into the corridor. Like you had done before, you packed away your things slowly, lingering in the row of seats until almost everyone had left the room. Only when the last few stragglers were close to the door, did you begin your descent towards the central desk. Professor Romanoff stood wiping clean the board once again, back facing you. This time, however, you cleared your throat to make your presence known. The woman’s face was slightly bewildered as she turned, melting away immediately as she spied you standing across the way, a smile appearing on her lips instead. “Miss Y/L/N,” she said, wiping the chalk dust away from her hands and turning back to close the distance between you. “Is everything alright?”

"Uhm, yes," you said nervously, watching as the woman came to stand in front of you. "Well...no, but-" You shook your head, attempting to dispel the anxious thoughts that clouded your brain. Fingers began to fidget as you looked back up at your professor with a nervous smile. "I was wondering if I could possibly get an extension for the assignment?" The redhead in front of you raised a single brow, looking inquisitive to your scenario and hence, drawing more of and explanation from your chest. "It's just my grandma passed away and I have to fly back to England for her funeral this week. I'm not going to be back till Friday night and with all the travelling and family stuff and jet lag, I probably won't have enough time to do it." Your hands gestured about, trying to find anything else to do rather than anxiously pick at your nail beds. "I don't need a long extension, maybe just till Monday? I can get it done over the weekend when I'm back."

The spill of words finally fell short in the silent room, your blurting echoing ever so slightly in the emptiness of the hall. Professor Romanoff stood in front of you, today wearing a matching black skirt and blazer, a white shirt neatly tucked in. "I'm sorry to hear about your grandmother." Your gaze raised up to the pair of green eyes as she spoke, a soft expression held between her features. "Are you doing alright?"

The question had came unexpectedly. You shook your head as you answered. "Oh yeah, I'm fine." You smiled sheepishly, shrugging your shoulders. "We were never close."

"Well," Professor Romanoff replied, gaze softening further. "I'm still sorry to hear about her." She passed you a gentle smile as she stepped towards her desk, leaning against the front of it like it seemed she had a habit of doing. When she looked back up at you, her expression had changed. "As for an extension..." Her emerald stare met yours, always seemingly able to make you shy away. "You're a good student Y/N, so I'd really like to say yes, but unfortunately I have a policy against extensions."

Your memory fleeted back to the first day of class, suddenly recalling the rules your professor had set out. Extensions would only be given to those with medical absence, provided they had a document signed by a health professional. Only remembering that now, you felt entirely stupid for asking for the extension in the first place. "That's right," you blurted. "I'm so sorry, I totally forgot. Listen, forget I even said anything." You adjusted the straps of your backpack as you made to turn your body towards the door. "I'll try get it done on the plane or something. Thank you anyway."

You made it about three steps away before you heard your name being called out from behind you. Slowly, you turned your shoulders, looking back at the woman who still sat against her desk. "Yes, Miss Romanoff?" you called in response. A single manicured nail raised up, the finger curling to beckon you back in the direction you'd came. Biting down on the skin of your cheek, you turned fully, slowly closing the gap that had formed between you and your professor. When you stood in front of her again, you began to rub one of your arms nervously.

Professor Romanoff inclined her head towards you, a faint smile on her painted lips. "I can't give you an extension but I can offer you an alternative. Some extra credit that will cover the assignment, worth the same percentage of your grade. And I'll even give you the full marks."

Your head angled in both curiosity and uncertainty. The prospect of the extra credit sounded like just what you needed, but you couldn't quite grasp the notion that your professor was suggesting. "Full marks?" you asked. "As in, a hundred percent on the assignment?"

A painted smirk pulled at the corner of your professor's mouth, her body leaning ever so slightly closer to yours. "Don't act like it's such a miracle, sweetie. We both know what you're capable of, hm?"

As her words hit you, you could immediately feel the warmth they brought to your cheeks. Face feeling flushed, you tried to distract your brain, unfocusing on the perfect pair of lips still smirking in your direction. "What would I have to do for the extra credit?"

Professor Romanoff sighed, adjusting herself on the desk. You diverted your eyes as her arms crossed her body, once again pushing her slightly-revealed cleavage up against her chest. "Well, my assistant for this year pulled out on me last minute, which has left me just drowned in work." Green eyes met yours as a wide smile spread across the redhead's lips. "So, just give me a helping hand after class for a few weeks and the credit is all yours."

This proposal seemed almost too good to be true. Simply helping out your professor in turn for a perfect grade? It almost didn't seem fair. As you thought over her offer, the idea couldn't help but make you feel a little flustered. After all it would entail spending time alone with the red haired woman, something that seemed to leave you an oddly ruffled mess. But the entire thing sounded far too good to pass up, an opportunity practically laid out on a silver platter. Sounding easy enough to follow through with, you nodded your head with a smile. "Yeah, I can do that."

The smile on Professor Romanoff's face widened at your agreement. "Perfect," she said, green eyes glinting. "Can I see you back here next Monday? Say...three pm?"

You nodded once more. "Yeah. That works for me."

"Alright then," the redhead replied. She stood up from her desk, smiling down on you from the height accentuated by her heeled boots. "Don't you worry your pretty head about the assignment and I'll just see you here next week."

The words seemed to wash over you with a flush, something igniting inside that you couldn't quite put a finger on. Nervously, you looked to the floor, picking at the ends of your jumper while Professor Romanoff moved to stand behind her desk, seemingly unaware of your heightened nervousness. Before you could properly formulate a response, the other woman was already speaking once more. "Go on then. Don't want to be late for your next class do you?"

Her words seemed to shake you back to the present, that nervous little smile appearing on your face again. "Right," you said, adjusting your backpack. "Thank you, professor."

She smiled back at you. "It's no problem, honey. Now run along."

You found yourself nodding as you turned to leave, urged on by her commands. A few steps away she called out to you. "Take care of yourself, Y/N."

You looked back over your shoulder, flashing a small smile. "I will Miss Romanoff. Thank you." And with that, you were walking out the door, headed towards your next class with you mind focused on what exactly your assistant duties with Professor Romanoff may entail.

———

"When are you back again?"

"Friday night. About nine-ish?"

You passed the raven-haired girl a quick glance over your shoulder as you continued to fold the items of clothing in your hand. A loud sigh filled the space as you heard Kate roll over in her bed, rustling the top of her sheets. "That's four whole days of you leaving me completely alone."

As you placed the last of your clothes into the open suitcase, you swiveled around to look at Kate. Your brow furrowed as you noticed your best friend sprawled dramatically across the covers. "Kate, you do realised we have other friends?" you replied with a soft sigh.

But it seemed the girl took no notice, throwing her hand up to cover her eyes as another noise of discomfort slipped from her lips. "I'm gonna look like such a loser at breakfast." The truth was that the pair of you did have more friends at university, with whom Kate could definitely speak to while you were away, despite how the majority of the time it was always just the two of you. This could be down to the fact you were the only ones still sharing a dorm on campus, most of your friends having moved out to apartments around the city. You and Kate had looked into that option but your loan wasn't enough to cover the rent, so you'd both settled to remain in the on-campus accommodation, still sharing your meals in the wide dining hall.

You sighed again. "I'm sorry my grandma dying is such an inconvenience to you." At that, Kate shot up in bed, immediately looking less irritated and instead concerned. The way you smiled playfully back at her, however, made her brows drop ever so slightly, the fear of her actions hurting you slipping away. You'd already told her you weren't all that bothered by the passing, more so annoyed by the bother of it all, but it seemed despite how dramatic she could be, Kate was still worried about your feelings. "Relax Bishop," you said, a gentle smile tugging at your lips. "You know I'm kidding. I hate the fact I'm going just as much as you do." With all the hustle of trying to get through your work that day, you hadn't had much time to think about the reality of going home. Now packing your things, the dread of it all was beginning to settle on your shoulders. Still, you forced a smile on your lips as you walked across to Kate's bed, sitting yourself down next to her. "I'm sorry I'm leaving but I'll make it up to you, yeah?"

Just then, a spark seemed to light up in Kate's eyes. She turned to you, a wide smirk plastered on her lips. "Will you come to a party with me?" The proposal was one Kate often brought up, and one that was just as often shut down. Whenever Kate was getting ready to go out for a night, you were always cooped up in your textbooks, ignoring her complaints of how you studied too much and focusing instead on memorising every piece of material on the paper. For three years, your best friend has had to drag you to every party you'd ever been to, sometimes even snatching the book from your hands and then pleading you with puppy dog eyes. Those same eyes looked at you now, silently begging.

"Fine," you said finally, causing Kate to throw her hands up in the air. You raised your hand before her excitement could get out of hand. "But only one and not until after midterms."

The girl looked slightly disheartened but her smile still remained wide. "Fine," she replied, looking to already be planning the event she'd drag to you in a few weeks time. As Kate settled herself back in her bed, you stood to cross the room, returning to your almost-packed suitcase. You placed the last item in one side - a long black coat Kate had let you borrow to wear to the funeral - then zipped up the first half. All the other half was missing was your toiletries bag, of which would have to wait until the morning to be packed. As you were closing things up, you threw a comment to Kate over your shoulder. "I spoke to my Russian professor today about that extension for the assignment, remember?"

You heard Kate's head turn towards you, becoming distracted from her party planning. "Oh yeah, what'd she say?"

As the final zip on your suitcase closed, you turned back around to your best friend. "She doesn't really do extensions so she said I can help out after class instead to make up my grade."

Kate's brow furrowed. "What, like an assistant?"

"Yeah, exactly. Hers apparently dropped out so I'm filling in for a few weeks." You bent down to push your suitcase under your bed, ready to go tomorrow morning, then stood again, shrugging your shoulders. "She said she'll give me the equivalent of full marks for the assignment."

"Wait, what?" Kate shot up in bed, her jaw hanging slack. "You just help her plan a couple lessons and get a free ride to a perfect score?"

You breathed out a laugh, not only at Kate's theatric tone but also at the improbable truth of the scenario. It hadn't really hit you until now how easy you had it, an exceptional gateway to an easy 'A'. "Yeah," you giggled out, taking a seat on your bed. "I mean, she said I'm a good student so she expected me to do well anyway." You tried to ignore the strange tingle in your head as you recounted your professor's words, instead focusing on Kate who flung herself up in her bed.

"Dude," she said, looking at you incredulously. Her eyes shifted, looking down to the floor. "Maybe I should have taken Russian this year."

Another laugh spilled from your lips as you stood, closing the gap between you and your best friend. "I think you should focus on the classes you're already taking." Your hand reached out for Kate's pulling her up from her bed before she could get a chance to reply. "Now, let's go get dinner. I'm starving."

———

The setting sun streamed in through the wide windows of Natasha's office. The entire room was painted in a soft orange glow, guiding the redhead as she finally began to pack up for the night. Today had been a long day for her, her daily schedule packed and evening full of essay marking that needed to be completed by tomorrow. Finally, Natasha had managed to get finished up, closing her laptop and packing away her notes for the night. She tucked them away into her bag to bring to work the next day before shutting off the lamp inside the room and retiring from her office for the night.

Her feet padded across the wooden floors as she made her way out of the home office. The sun's glow followed her, let in by the expansive windows her and Wanda's house contained. When she reached the living room, Natasha spied her wife curled up on the corner of their sofa, a blanket draped over her legs and an open book sat in her hands. Her footsteps were silent as she made her way over to the other redhead. Though she imagined her wife had still felt her approach, as she didn't flinch when Nat's hands came down for a hug from behind. Natasha's arms wrapped around her wife, a small hum escaping her lips as she pressed a gentle kiss to the pulse point of her neck. "Baby," Natasha whispered, her voice low. Wanda simply hummed in response, her eyes still focused on her novel, her attention only slightly skewed when Natasha leaned in closer, pressing more kisses down the skin of her neck.

"I need to speak to you about something." Natasha's voice remained low, her words fanning out on to her wife's collar bones. She'd been waiting for this moment now for a while, anticipating just the right time to bring up her scenario to her wife. The thoughts had been circling her head for a small while now, perhaps longer than she liked to admit, but she found she couldn't wait any longer to share.

"What is it, moya lyubov?" Wanda's eyes finally raised from her book, head turning over her shoulder to look up at her wife. Though, this position didn't last long, as Natasha lifted her legs and swung herself over the back of the couch, landing in a position beside her wife. This was a habit Wanda hated, forever telling Natasha to 'use her legs like an adult', but this time she didn't have time to pester the redhead as she'd already began to speak. "Do you remember that student we spoke about? The one that got the perfect score."

The slight look of annoyance from Nat's behavior was quickly replaced by an inquisitive expression as Wanda furrowed her brow. The redhead finally closed her book on her lap, sliding a bookmark into place. "Yeah, I do. What was her name again?"

"Y/N Y/L/N."

Wanda hummed, a small smiling appearing on her lips. "That's it. Cute name. What about her?"

Natasha inhaled, her mind passing over the already scripted conversation she'd created. "I spoke with her again today. Came in asking for an extension for an assignment." The redhead smiled, remembering the interaction from that morning. She took another deep breath before she uttered the next words from her mouth. "I think I've maybe taking a liking to her."

"Oh?" Wanda's eyebrows raised, her expression changing to one of surprise. It wasn't new that the couple were searching for someone else in their relationship, the openness of the topic having been in circulation almost since the two had first got together. But the surprise came from the fact Nat had perhaps found someone she believed could slot into their duo, her and Wanda's standards usually far too rigid to find anyone to spend more than a night with. If Natasha was bringing up a girl like this, she must have seriously considered the possibility of a longer association, and that thoroughly intrigued Wanda.

"Now," Natasha continued. "Of course I don't want to do anything we don't both agree on, but..." She paused for just a moment, smiling a little up at her wife. "I would be lying if I said I hadn't already been playing around with her. Just a little bit." Natasha held up her fingers, signaling the small amount of teasing she'd subjected her prized student to. "You know, I didn't want to come asking your permission for a girl who turned out to be a bore."

The more Natasha continued to talk, the more Wanda became interested and invested by the conversation at hand. She slowly slipped her book to the couch beside her, leaning in closer towards her wife. "And is she?"

A wide smirk appeared on Natasha's lips as she relished in her wife's question. "Not in the slightest." Her expression only deepened as she recalled the little moments of you she'd been observing in class. "She's so fucking cute," she said, stating the obvious right off the bat. "She's always early for class and always paying so much attention. She shows up in the sweetest little outfits, like she doesn't even know how good she looks." The redhead smiled as she remembered the sight of you in your small summer dresses or slightly oversized sweaters. "Oh," she said, reminded of her favourite bit of all. "And she has this adorable little English accent."

With the last of her wife's words, a similar looking smirk began to appear on Wanda's own face. "Well now I'm intrigued.”

Natasha smiled back at her words as she shrugged a shoulder. "As I said, I played around a little bit and Wands..." The redhead had to suppress a sigh as she reached for her wife's hand. "I just know how much fun she'd be," she continued, her voice almost a whine. "I mean, she gets flustered so easily. One little pet name and she's already hiding away her flushed face."

Wanda's smirk deepened as Natasha continued to talk, stirred further by the slight desperation she could hear in the redhead's voice. She had to wonder just how long she'd been wondering about this one student and just how much fun she was getting to have without her... "Go ahead, malysh," Wanda replied finally, squeezing her wife's hand gently. "I trust your instincts. You'll just have to introduce me sometime soon."

Natasha's brows shot up. "You're sure?"

"Yeah," Wanda chuckled back slightly, amused by the excitement underlying Nat's voice. When she spoke again, her lips had formed a devilish smirk. "It'll be fun. It's been a while since we had somebody to play with."

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The funeral was awful. Of course, one never expects such an event to be the epitome of joy, but this particular funeral was like your own personally curated hell. Your entire family was gathered in one place, meaning not only were your parents’ critiques breathed down your neck the entire time, but they were also joined by those more distant. Grandparents and judgmental aunts seemed to team up on you, all obsessing over your university career and what your future plans were. Many pestered the question of your singularity, claiming that ‘a pretty young thing like you should have been swept up by a man a long time ago’. Unfortunately, the almost-compliment that could be found in their talk, was quickly diminished by the discussion of how it must be something wrong with your personality rather than your face, comments all whispered from where they thought you couldn’t hear.

There was no escape from the constant berating, your schedule full of family meals and teas, and far too lengthy conversations around the fireplace, of which you could not be excused due to your mother’s abhorrence of anyone ever thinking of her children as rude. To make matters worse, you were exhausted from jet lag and the flight, something certainly not helped by the endless hours of socializing and pressing on a smile for your family.

Still, you pushed through like the perfect daughter you always tried to be. You sat politely at the funeral, wearing an old black dress and Kate’s coat, the perfume of your best friend aiding a little to your torturous discomfort. Though your family cried, your eyes remained dry, silently staring at your feet and trying not to draw any attention to yourself. At the funeral tea, you shook hands and smiled softly at family members, answering any questions they asked with the grace your mother had forced upon your shoulders at a young age. Of course, she found her usual pride in parading you and your brother around like a pair of trophies she’d spent hours shining. The entirety of every event was exhausting.

Even at the will reading, there was no break to be given. Your late grandmother had graciously scattered her belongings to her loved ones, though seemingly biased to those who she deemed more palatable. Your brother received a chunk of her money alongside her old ring, something the family gushed over due to the prospect of his long-term girlfriend who he could now finally pop the big question to. Your rolled your eyes as they pandered over him, all blatantly dismissive of the old bible you’d been left, with your grandmother’s handwriting inside with a note of how she wished for it to be read out of at your wedding when you finally found yourself a suitable husband. You had simply rolled your eyes and shoved it to the bottom of your bag.

All that being said, it was a huge relief to you when you finally made your way back to the airport. Though you’d had to spend the journey constantly criticized by your mother about your uni work, as soon as you stepped on to the plane, relief was flooding over your shoulders. As the sky came to fill the widow, clouds passing by, you were more than grateful to be heading back to the true place you thought of as home.

Kate came to pick you up from the airport, hugging you immediately and beginning to rant about the idiots she’d encountered in the car park as she pulled your case towards the exit. The pair of you went straight to a mcdonald’s drive thru, your hunger unquenched from the bad aeroplane food you’d been offered. Fries and hamburgers were shared in the front seat of the car as you relayed back your awful week to Kate, telling her everything that you hadn’t even had the chance to text her due to your family’s never-ending nagging.

That weekend was very stressful. Due to the packed schedule you had followed back in England, you’d had next to no time to complete any of your work from that week. So, from morning until night, you cooped yourself up at your desk and ground it all out. At times, Kate had to drag you down to the hall for some food or persistently remind you to even go to bathroom. In the end however, you managed to get it all finished. By eleven o’clock Sunday night, you were finally all caught up from your missed classes and had completed all your deadlines. The light in the room were low, only your small desk lamp lighting up the space. Kate slept in her bed, hair fanning out across the pillows. You were quiet as you cleaned your space, eyeing the untouched plate of food Kate had brought up for you after you’d refused to go down for dinner. It was long cold now and you felt a little guilty throwing it out, but you were far too tired now to think about eating. Instead, you simply turned off the light and slid yourself into your bed, finally letting your mind rest and prepare itself to return to your regularly scheduled classes the next morning.

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"Alright everyone, that's all for today's lesson. Are there any questions?"

Like always, the bustle began began your professor could even finish his sentence. Everyone was already packing away their things, drowning out the teacher's voice with their own hustle to leave. It happened almost every class, and almost every time you felt bad, one of the only people who remained still until they had officially dismissed you. But today, you found yourself following the crowd more than you usually would have. See, your professor had droned on a bit too long that afternoon, moving into the passing period you had between classes. Most times that wouldn't have been a big deal seeing as it was your last class of the day, but today was the day you were supposed to meet Professor Romanoff and thanks to your English professor's extensive elaborations, you were left with only a few minutes until you'd be late. So today you put your cares aside and as the class packed up, so did you, stuffing everything into your backpack and throwing it over your shoulder before joining the crowd exiting the lecture hall.

Your English building was on the exact opposite side of campus as your destination, so your feet held a quick pace as you flitted between the crowds of students on your way. Pathways were held up by casually conversing people, all relaxed now their days were over. They all annoyed you severely as they slowed down your journey, obviously uncaring that you still had places to be. By the time you had reached the building in which your Russian class was held, the clock was already a few minutes passed the scheduled time. You almost burst in through the doors of the hall, ever so slightly out of breath from your fast paced journey across campus. As soon as you entered the room, you spied the redheaded professor sat at her desk, head buried into her laptop. She looked up to you as you walked across the floor, nervously adjusting the backpack straps on your shoulders. "Hi," you breathed out, trying your best to seem casual despite your racing lungs. "I'm sorry I'm a little late. My last lecture ran over a little."

A pair of perfectly white teeth smiled back in your direction, Professor Romanoff looking you over. "Y/N," she said, her gentle voice falling upon your ears. Something about it in that moment made you realize you had almost missed it over your break, but the rational part of your brain soon took over and told you you were being ridiculous. "Don't worry about being late, you're barely two minutes over." She smiled again as you closed the final distance between you, moving to stand by the edge of her desk. She stood as you did, displaying today a pair of grey slacks and a soft black jumper, all adorned with delicate gold jewelry. Her smiling face looked down at you, that forgotten odd feeling of warmth spreading through your gut. "It's good to see you again. How are you? How was your trip?"

You ignored the sensation in your stomach as you smiled back at her. "I'm good. The trip was fine. A little boring but fine." There were many worse words to describe your trip than ‘boring' but you decide to settle for that, not wanting to bother your professor with the complicated details of your family and more so, simply wanting to leave the entire week in the past and not think of it again.

“That’s good,” Professor Romanoff replied with that same easy smile. “I’m glad to hear you’re alright.” Her hands lifted from the pockets they hid in, reaching out to open a drawer of her desk. You wondered for a moment what she might be looking for before she pulled out a small stack of papers, extending them out towards you. “These are some extra notes from last week’s lectures.”

You smiled, slightly surprised. “Oh, thank you.” Most of your university work could be found online for both absence and revision purposes, but it never was quite the same as attending the classes themselves. Usually you hated using just the online notes to catch up, never grasping the material as well as you’d like, but this weekend you’d had to make do. That was, of course, until Professor Romanoff handed you the extra notes. “That’s very kind of you.”

“Well,” your professor replied. “I wouldn’t want my best student falling behind, would I?”

Her words worked to form that warm sensation across your cheeks, the given title heating up your insides with flustering pride. You were grateful the woman had started to busy herself at her desk with something else as you tried to brush off her compliments as smoothly as possible, attempting to hide the flush of your skin.

“You can grab a chair from the side. Bring it over.”

You nodded, almost snapping back to reality once more with Professor Romanoff’s words. You placed your backpack down beside her desk, quickly slotting the extra notes into the large pocket before moving to grab a spare chair from the edge of the room. When you returned, your professor had seemingly found what she was searching for, a large stack of papers now sat in the centre of the desk.

“Sit,” Romanoff beckons with a smile, gesturing her hand towards the front of her desk. You pull up your chair, positioning yourself across from her own seated position. “These are tests I need marked. They’re all multiple choice and there’s a marking scheme.” The redhead lifted a single piece of paper, handing it over your way. “So you’ll just have to see if the letters match up on both papers. That sound okay?”

You nodded once more, her instructions seeming simple enough. “Yeah, sounds fine.”

“Great.” With a smile, Professor Romanoff slid the pile of unmarked papers across the desk towards you. She explained that if you needed any help, just to ask, and that she’d just be busying herself on her laptop. You nodded again, reaching into your backpack quickly for a pen before you began to work away.

It was an easy job really, simply matching the circled letters on the quiz papers to that of the marking scheme. In truth, it was almost relaxing to have something to do that didn’t require much brain power. Professor Romanoff sat across from you, typing away on her laptop. Occasionally, you’d look up to take a glance at her, catching moments of concentration or boredom on her face, but your eyes would never linger long, too scared of getting caught looking her way. She’d turned on the radio to fill a bit of the silence, music humming softly from a black stereo on the edge of the desk. All in all, the endeavour was a blessing in disguise - much simpler and easier than the effort the equivalent assignment would have took.

“You getting on alright, milaya?”

The voice brought you from the almost trance you’d put yourself in as you marked the set of papers. Your head rose from them, more than half the stack already complete as you smiled back at your professor. “Yeah, all good.”

She nodded, smiling at you with her perpetually perfect red lips. Under her gaze, you felt your eyes drop back to the papers, for some reason feeling entirely too see every time she looked your way. She went to turn back towards her laptop, your hand reaching out to continue marking, but a lingering question had been vibrating in your head. You had been too afraid to ask before, to be the one to break the soft silence of the room, but now was your opportunity. “Are these law papers?”

Professor Romanoff looked back at you, her expression soft. “Yes,” she said, simply. “I also teach a beginners law class alongside my usual Russian.”

You felt your eyebrows raise, unexpecting of her answer but also rather impressed. Now it made sense why the papers you were marking were not at all taking about Russian vocabulary but instead legal terminology.

“I studied a law major at college,” the red haired woman continued. “It was going to be my career until I decided to teach instead.”

“Huh,” you hummed, interested by the new information you were discovering about your teacher. “Why’d you decide to switch?”

Romanoff shrugged a shoulder. “Honestly, I love teaching.” A small smirk then appeared on her lips as she leaned in closer across the table. “Besides, my wife is a lawyer and just between me and you, I’m not sure I’d like her as my boss. She can be a little scary sometimes.”

There was a playfulness to her tone that you easily pick up on, the entire interaction meant as a jest, but somehow it left you with a strange feeling in your chest. You listened to your professor’s words, but your mind seemed to stick on one. Wife. In that moment, you suddenly realised you hadn’t pictured her being married - not that you had pictured her at all, your mind chided in defence. Now you quickly realised that she was indeed with another person, and not just that, but with a woman. Suddenly you had to push your mother’s berating thoughts from your head.

“So what about you?”

“Sorry?” you replied, mind crashing back to the present moment. Professor Romanoff looked back at you with an almost playful looking smirk. It only added to that strange feeling inside your chest.

“What’s your major?” the redhead elaborated.

“Oh.” You sat up straighter, trying to adjust your jumper in an effort to conceal the fact you’d gotten lost in your thoughts once more. “I’m an English major.” Romanoff raised a brow, the smirk on her face widening to almost a smile. You sighed softly, throwing your head to the side. “You can make the joke if you want, everyone does.”

An English girl studying English. You’d heard almost every variation of the joke, mostly from drunk boys at frat parties that thought they were the pinnacle of humour. Shouldn’t you already be an expert at that? Wait, they don’t teach you English in England?

You were expecting some similar turn of phrase to escape your professors lips, following in the footsteps of everyone you’d had this conversation with before. But to your surprise, she simply shook her head, frowning ever so slightly. “I think I’ll refrain,” she said, frown turning into the same wide smirk. “I hate being unoriginal.”

A laugh bubbled up in your throat, pushing out through a smile and into the air. Your professor followed, chuckling with you. After a moment, she stilled, looking back at you curiously. “So, tell me,” she said, leaning in closer to the desk. “What does bring you all the way to America to study?”

Because I can’t stand being at home with my parents. “Experience, I guess,” you said with a shrug, hiding away the truth behind a smile. “And I got a full scholarship when I applied so…” Your words died down, not quite sure how to finish your explanation.

Thankfully, your professor seemed to pick up the conversation easily. “A very smart girl, hm?” Her lips met as she hummed and it seemed you could feel the vibrations running down your spine. Your eyes fell back to your lap, trying to hide the awkward smile her praise had brought. You were unsure of what exactly you should do, contemplating if her question was rhetoric or not, and praying the former due to your inability to think of a response. Blessedly, Professor Romanoff cut through your mind’s distress with another question. “You’re in fourth year, right?”

Your eyes picked back up, meeting hers. “Yeah.”

She smiled, crossing her arms over her chest as she stared back at you intently. “And what exactly lead a fourth year English student to my beginner’s Russian class?”

You were getting a little bit of deja vu of the conversation you’d had with Kate multiple times. This time, you settled on the short answer. “I thought it sounded interesting,” you said simply, smiling as you shrugged your shoulders.

Professor Romanoff seemed amused by your answer. “Well, I’m glad you’re here.”

You felt yourself smiling back in response. So am I, your brain mused, but your consciousness refused to let anything move past your lips. Instead, Romanoff was picking up the conversation once again. “What’s your plans for after?”

Your eyebrows raised, suddenly surprised by her question. “Sorry?”

The redhead chuckled. “Once you graduate, sweetheart,” she said, voice sounding slightly amused. “What do you plan to do with the rest of your life?”

“Oh right,” you fumbled. You felt a little stupid for thinking she ever meant anything other than that. “My, uh…my mum wants me to go to law school actually…”

A red brow raised in your direction. “Oh yeah?”

You nodded, reminiscent of your previous chatter with your professor. A funny little coincidence that you two may be following a similar path. Although in that moment, you couldn’t help but be a little jealous. She had eventually fallen away from law, moving to a career she was truly passionate for. You were unsure if you’d ever get that opportunity. It had taken months just to convince your mother to let you major in English, claiming it was good for getting into law school after college. And after three years, you still hadn’t been able to convince her away from that same dream of hers, now unsure if you ever would.

“And what to do you want to do?”

“What?” Your professor’s words took you by surprise. When you looked up, it felt as if her eyes had seen straight through you, like she’d been able to hear your every thought.

“Your mother wants you to go to law school,” Professor Romanoff reiterated. “What do you want to do after you graduate?”

Your voice was unsteady in your response. “Go to law school?”

Professor Romanoff raised a brow as she angled her head. “Are you asking me?” All you could muster was a shrug, feeling suddenly very small in the large hall. You didn’t much like talking about what you wanted to do in your life, haven forgone the gesture years ago due to your mother’s constant coercion. But then your professor leaned in slightly, a small smile crossing her lips. “You can tell me the truth, sweetheart,” she said. “I’m very good at keeping secrets.”

The endearment fell on your already blushed cheeks. Most times you wouldn’t have said anything at all, hidden behind the lies your mother had constructed about your person, but something about the redhead’s smile almost drew the words directly from your mouth. “I guess if I could do anything, I’d be a writer,” you said, playing at the sleeves of your sweater.

“A writer?” Romanoff repeated, raising a pair of curious brows.

You felt yourself nodding as a small smile crept on to your lips. “Yeah. I love books and writing, and I guess it’s what I’ve wanted to do ever since I was a little girl.”

“Why don’t you do it then?”

Her words came as a shock, your system unsure of how exactly to respond. You shrank back under the redhead’s gaze, reminded of the words you’d been told so many times they were engraved into your mind. “It’ll be good for me to go to law school. My mum says I’ll get a better job.”

“Maybe…” Professor Romanoff hummed. Then her expression changed to something you couldn’t quite understand as she leaned in closer, her emerald eyes trained on your face. “But do you know what my birth mother used to say about me? She used to tell me I was useless little piece of shit that wouldn’t get anywhere in life.” Your eyebrows raised slightly in shock as you heard her words, especially on the fact she’d cursed so easily and how oddly good it sounded coming from her lips. Then her expression shifted again, an almost smugness taking over that drew your attention away from your own thoughts. “Thirty years later I’m a professor at one of the most prestigious universities in America. I’m married to a very successful lawyer, and living quite frankly an amazing life with a pair of adoptive parents who love me very much.”

Professor Romanoff finished with a small smirk, seemingly unaware of how her words settled on your shoulders. The entire statement was so weighted, so much shared about her as a person in so few words. Something in you felt slightly honoured that she could be that vulnerable around you, or perhaps her story wasn’t one she kept bundled up in her chest like you did, like a weighted lock on your heart. Still, you felt a sense of solace in learning more about your professor, a sense of trust being built in up inside. Her smiling eyes met yours as she leaned in even further on the desk. “Don’t let people who don’t know the real you keep you from what you want. We only get one life, Y/N. Don’t waste it trying to be someone you’re not.”

Her words settled in your stomach with an odd sensation. Her reassurance felt like another brick added to that wall of trust, perhaps her intention to try and learn more of your story. But maybe that trust wasn’t quite strong enough yet.

You shied away, unwilling to share more of your story despite how open Romanoff had seemed, years of criticisms sitting heavy on your shoulders. “Maybe,” you said lowly, picking up your pen once again. But you knew you’d never truly be able to follow through with what she was proposing you should, knew your future fate was already sealed by the woman who’d brought you into this world. She’d have a perfect daughter with her perfect career and wouldn’t settle for less, no matter how it made you feel. For now, all Professor Romanoff’s words could provide was a little fuel to that already dying fire of a dream inside your heart.

The pair of you quickly fell back into the steady silence of your work after your conversation, you pen dotting over papers as your professor turned back to her laptop. The radio played quietly in the background as you tried to push whatever words lingered in your head, both from your mother and the redhead in front of you, too many feeling provoked from the subject to allow you to focus properly. Dispelling them from your mind, you trained your eyes on the marking schemes in front of you, though having some of the answers memorised by now, and continued to work away at the stack of tests on the desk.

Time passed quickly once more, your speed increasing as the papers became more familiar in your hands, easily noticing the same mistakes made over and over. Occasionally you heard Romanoff begin to hum along to a song on the radio, focusing momentarily on her soft voice before refocusing on your work. In your mind, you became determined to finish them as quickly as you could, absentmindedly hoping to impress the woman they were for.

You were almost finished your task, down to the very last paper when a shrill sound cut through the soft atmosphere of the room. Both you and your professor’s heads shot up from your work, eyes turning to your backpack from where the loud ringtone emanated. Shit, you thought, obviously accidentally turning on the ringer that you always kept silenced.

“I’m sorry,” you said, glancing over at your professor in slight fear of her reprimand. But in return, you were only met with a soft smile.

“Don’t worry, milaya,” Romanoff replied gently. “This isn’t class time. You can answer your phone.”

Relieved by her answer, you let out a soft sigh. Reaching over, you began to dig through your bag to find your mobile, the nonsensical tune still ringing out. With no suprise, when you found it, Kate’s name and profile picture covered your screen. Quietly, you apologised again before accepting the call, slightly turning away in your chair as you held your phone to your ear.

“Hello?”

“Y/N!” Kate’s voice replied back from the other end of the device. She sounded slightly off but you couldn’t quite tell why.

“Are you okay? What’s up?”

A small sigh sounded in your ear. “Okay, please don’t get mad at me again but-“

You were replying with a sigh of your own before Kate could even finish her sentence. “You forgot your key again, didn’t you?”

“I’m so sorry,” the girl on the end of the other phone pleaded.

You sighed again, shaking your head. “Kate, how many times-“

“I know! I know,” she cut off. “I’m the worst person ever. But I slept in this morning and just forgot to put it in my bag. I’m sorry.”

Your sigh turned less frustrated. “It’s fine, don’t worry about it.” At your core you weren’t a confrontational person. You could never stay mad at anyone for long, especially Kate.

“Well, I came back to the room and you’re not here,” your best friend continued through the phone. “I thought you were finished english at three?”

“I am,” you replied. “But I’m helping out Professor Romanoff, remember? I’m in her class right now.”

You could hear Kate’s realisation through the call. “Shit. I am so sorry.” There was a pause. You could picture Kate dancing on the heels of her feet, the same way she did every time she needed to ask you a favour. “Uhm, could I possibly swing by and pick up your key then? Please Y/N, I really need to finish my computing assignment. It’s due at five.”

If there was anyone who would leave their work until one hour before the deadline, it was Kate. Another soft sigh escaped your lips. “Fine.”

Kate’s smile could practically be heard through the phone. “Thank you! What room are you in?”

“Language building, room ML4.”

“Okay,” Kate replied. “I’ll be right there. You’re the best, I love you.”

You couldn’t help but smile a little as you responded. “Love you too.”

With that, Kate hung up the call. You pulled your phone away from your ear, switching it off and throwing it in your pocket as you turned back in your chair. “I’m so sorry,” you began, facing back to your professor. “It’s my roommate, Kate. She’s locked herself out again.”

Romanoff raised a curious glance. “Again?”

“Bad habit.” You smiled back sheepishly, shrugging your shoulder. “She’s just going to stop by and pick up my key, if that’s alright?”

The redhead smiled back at you. “Of course. That’s perfectly fine.” A small sigh of relief escaped your lips, glad that the encounter wouldn’t be a problem. “But I think we’re actually almost done here,” Romanoff continued. “How are you getting on with those papers.”

“Oh, yeah,” you replied, pulling yourself back towards the desk and the stack of papers sat atop of it. “I’m actually just on the last one.”

“Well if you just finish that up, you can run along with your friend when she gets here.”

“You’re sure?” you replied, looking up. You didn’t want Kate’s endeavour to disrupt any of the help your professor needed. But the redhead simply nodded in response.

“I’m sure, Y/N.”

“Okay then,” you responded, nodding your head softly. A small smile was passed between the two of you before you were grabbing your pen once more, reaching out to finish marking the final test in the stack. Your hand moved quickly as you corrected any of the mistakes, flicking through the sheets of paper at an impressive rate. It was just as you were marking the last question that the noise of the hall doors opening drew your attention.

Clamouring in, Kate appeared inside the hall, her backpack momentarily getting caught on the handle before she was able to free herself. She stood sheepishly inside the room, looking across the way and spying you and your professor sat at the desk. “Uhm, hello,” the girl announced. You could tell she was trying to play it cool but she had that same almost awkward look she got whenever a girl she liked try to talk to her. “I’m, uh, Kate Bishop. Y/N’s roommate.” Her finger pointed to you, as if trying to prove she hadn’t barged in for no apparent reason.

Professor Romanoff had stood from her desk as Kate had entered, her hands finding a place resting inside her pockets. Now, she smiled across at her. “Yeah, she mentioned.”

Kate gave that awkward little laugh of hers and you had to refrain from not giggling at her yourself. “Sorry to just barge in on you guys. Are you still…” Her hands gestured towards you and the desk, trying to gage where you were with the work.

But Romanoff simply shook her head in response with a short smile. “No worries, Miss Bishop. We were just finishing up.”

Kate’s eyebrows raised. “Great,” she replied, sticking one of her thumbs up.

You had to stifle your laughs at her awkwardness. Was this how she interacted with all of her professors, or just the ones she didn’t know? As you hid your smile, you tidied up the stack of papers on the desk, piling them up neatly before rising to your feet. “Okay, Miss Romanoff,” you said, slightly pushing them in her direction. “Are you sure there’s nothing else I can do for you?”

The woman turned back to you with her gentle smile, her voice soft. “That’ll be all for today, Y/N.”

“Okay,” you replied, adjusting your jumper as you reached down for your backpack, throwing it over one shoulder. “Well, thank you again for this.”

Romanoff smiled. “No, thank you. I’d be drowning in work without your helpful hands.” A smirk seemed to form on her lips as she sent an emerald wink your way.

The action left you suddenly stuttering for the right words, embarrassingly affected by such a simple action. “Right,” you finally managed, voice jumbled. “I’ll uh- see you on Wednesday?”

Thankfully Professor Romanoff didn’t seem too bothered by your flustering state, if anything you might have said she even looked amused. “I’ll see you in class, Y/N,” she said, smiling down at you.

You returned the gesture as you turned away, walking to close the distance between where you and Kate stood. As you met the raven-haired girl’s side, a voice called out to the both of you. “Have a nice night, ladies.”

You turned briefly to Romanoff, smiling as you and Kate hummed a thanks in unison. As you passed through the doors to the hall and exited into the corridor, you felt your shoulders loosen ever so slightly, that perfect emerald stare still lingering in your mind. You couldn’t quite understand why you left that class always feeling so worked up.

This time, however, there was little space for you to think about it, as merely a few steps down the hallway, Kate was grabbing hold of your upper arm. “Holy shit, that’s your Russian professor?”

You turned quickly to your best friend, both startled and shocked by her sudden comment. “What? Yeah?”

Kate breathed out a laugh. “Y/N, you never told me she was hot as shit.”

“What?” you stuttered, taken about by Kate’s choice of words. “She’s not- I mean -I-I never noticed.”

The girls hand shook your arm slightly as the pair of you continued to walk. “Never noticed? Y/N, you must be blind because that was one of the most attractive women I’ve ever seen.”

The words come as a bit of shock, not expecting Kate to think so highly of the woman you’d been spending the last weeks of lessons with. The raven-haired girl began to mumble on about how she should have taken Russian and how it was unfair how she always got the old, ugly professors. But in all honeslty you weren’t paying her much mind, instead focusing on the words that had spilled from Kate’s mouth previously. Sure, Professor Romanoff was a nice-looking woman, you’d noticed that the first time she’d walked into the room, but that didn’t mean you should be attracted to her. That was wrong, she was your teacher, she was married for god’s sake. You shouldn’t be thinking about her in that way. You weren’t thinking about her in that way. Sure, she made you blush every time she spoke to you, and her stare made a strange warmth pool in your stomach, but that didn’t mean you found her attractive. Right?

———

Term continued on with its usual snowballing effect. The next couple of weeks began to fill up with more and more work as you progressed further into the year. You and Kate spent many of your time outside of lessons bundled up in the library, spending hours revising for your upcoming midterms. The pair of you were also beginning to write your final dissertations, the main project that would lead to your graduation at the end of the year. You'd had your topic picked for months and had already started your research over the Summer, which left you room to help Kate find something she could write about, having struggled finding a topic she didn't find extremely boring.

Your usual meal time chatter turned away from mindless gossip and instead to lesson content, both of you complaining about how many assignments you had due. The carefree start of term was officially gone and the usual endless list of deadlines had crept back up on you just like it always did. Luckily for you, you'd managed to maintain the rigidness towards studying you'd possessed since doing your exams in secondary school. You could maintain focus for hours, staring at your laptop or notes until everything was photocopied into your mind. Sure, it sometimes meant you'd miss a meal or a few hours of sleep, but it was all worth it for the perfect grade you were determined to achieve in the end.

Your sessions with Professor Romanoff continued on over the next couple of weeks too, still just an hour after your final class on a Monday. You'd offered her more help if she'd needed it but the redhead had politely refused, claiming she didn't want you wasting your time when you had exams to study for. In fact, she told you that she'd only require your help for a few more weeks, just up until the midterm, then you were free to go with that easy 'A' tucked into your pocket. Surprisingly, when you heard the news, you found yourself feeling slightly saddened. Over the time you'd spent with Professor Romanoff, you'd rather enjoyed yourself. It wasn't that the work was particularly exhilarating or you two ever did much other than look at papers, but the small moments you'd been able to find in between had been rather pleasant. Whether it was the soft lull of the radio music that you both would hum along to, or the small conversations she'd have with you about your home or your studies, the time you spent with the redhead somehow always left you with a warmth in the pit of your stomach.

One particular rainy Monday afternoon, the pair of you were comfortably sat at her desk in your usual positions, your chair across the way from hers. As she often did, Romanoff typed away on her laptop, while you sat stapling together test papers for her advanced Russian class, having previously just photocopied the stack. The paper was still warm against your skin as you organised them into the correct order, the feeling almost soothing you into a trance-like state. You hadn't even noticed it at all until it was suddenly shattered by a soft sound echoing through the room.

Your head picked up, readjusting itself to the real world before turning to the right where the sound emanated from. The sight that befell upon you caused your brows to raise ever so slightly in surprise. As the door to the lecture hall swung closed, a tall, unfamiliar, but smartly-dressed woman entered through them. Her heels clicked confidently across the floor, eyes trained on your professor who sat at the desk. You watched as the redhead stood when the woman reached her, smiling softly. "Detka, hi." Romanoff placed a small kiss on the woman's cheek as they hugged briefly.

"I tried to call but it went straight to voicemail," the other woman replied. She stood a few inches taller than Professor Romanoff, her hair a lighter shade of red straightened almost perfectly down her back. She wore a deep copper suit with a crisp white shirt, a designer handbag thrown over one shoulder. In all honesty, you couldn't tell if she'd came straight from work or a catwalk. When her body turned to stand side by side with your professor, you noticed her eyes shimmered down at you with a soft olive green. "I'm sorry. I didn't realise you would still have company."

At that, you noticed Professor Romanoff turn towards you, as if she had just remembered you were there. She smiled as she gestured to the taller woman. "Y/N, this is my wife, Wanda."

Right, wife. The idea she'd slipped a few weeks ago had almost left your mind entirely. Now that said woman was standing directly in front of you, looking down with an expression you couldn't quite read. "So you're the star pupil my wife has been telling me about, hm?"

Her voice was playful when she spoke, but at the same time low and almost sultry. Everything about it, including her words, left you stuttering over what to say. Had Professor Romanoff really been speaking about you to her wife?

"This is she," the redhead replied, covering for your inability to form a full sentence. She looked back at you with that same easy-going smile that seemed to make you shift in your seat.

Wanda passed you a similar expression as she inclined her head towards you, smirking just slightly. "Well then, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Thankfully, in that moment, your ability to speak seemed to return. "It's nice to meet you too, miss."

A small chuckle escaped the older woman's lips as you spoke. She glanced at Natasha, the pair sharing a look you couldn't interpret, before her sparkling eyes were back on you. "Oh please, honey. You can just call me Wanda." Just then you realised it wasn't only your professor's use of nicknames that seemed to send a shiver down your spine, Wanda's words setting your nerves on edge as you felt the heat flush to your cheeks. You looked down to your lap in an attempt to hide it, not wanting either woman to see your embarrassed state. From the corner of your eye, however, you saw Wanda wasn't going to let you hide that easily. She sat herself on the edge of the desk, leaning in closer to you and the stack of papers close by. "Working hard, are we?"

You looked back up to meet her eye, the action seemingly stripping away your speech once more. Thankfully, your professor stood up to answer for you. "Just getting some papers organised for my lesson tomorrow," she said, sitting herself down at her chair once more. Her eyes met her wife's. "Sorry, I didn't realise we'd run so late." Just then, you assumed why Wanda had shown up so unnanounced. Professor Romanoff had mentioned in passing that her wife would sometimes meet her after work, meaning that your sessions couldn't run any later even if she did need the extra help you offered.

"No, need to apologise," Wanda replied with an easy smile. "I don't mind sticking around while you guys finish up. Especially when your little assistant is so cute." Her eyes turned to you, a smirk playing on her lips. The entire action seemed to freeze you in place, entirely unsure of what to say or do.

"Cat gets her tongue sometimes."

Your eyes flicked to your professor as she spoke, a very similar smirk appearing on her face to match her wife sitting next to her. The taller redhead hummed lowly at her comment, her gaze tracing over you. Sat in that chair, you felt entirely too seen. Your eyes darted around, unsure of where exactly to look while the pair of older women watched you. If there was something you were supposed to say, you mind could not conjure it. In that moment all you could do was sit awkwardly as two pairs of green eyes traced your every movement.

But then, a familiar tune rang out to your rescue. When before you'd cursed your forgetfulness to turn off your ringer, now you silently thanked yourself. Your eyes rushed to your backpack, then quickly back to your professor and her wife. "I'm sorry," you stuttered out. "Could I?"

"Go on, milaya."

You tried your best to ignore your professor's comment as you reached into your backpack for your phone, quickly holding it up to your ear. To no surprise, it was a familiar voice singing a familiar tune. Still, you found the situation grateful for its diversion from the stalemate conversation you'd been stuck in beforehand. As you hung up the call a minute later, you turned back to the desk with a sheepish smile. "It's Kate, she's locked herself out again."

Professor Romanoff raised a perfect brow. "That really is a bad habit of hers, hm?"

You fought back a small chuckle at her words, surprised she even remembered you'd said that. "Yeah," you smiled back, then dropped it into a small frown. "I am so sorry-"

Before you could even finish your sentence, the redhead was holding up her hand to stop you. "Don't worry about it, milaya. You can run along. I'll catch you in class on Wednesday."

Your eyebrows raised, not wanting to be an inconvenience to her yet again. "You're sure? I can easily-"

"I said it's fine, Y/N," Romanoff reiterated, her voice coming out more stern. It wasn't quite angry, just firm, but it was enough to shut your mouth right up. You looked back, eyes wide, afraid that you'd annoyed her by leaving early twice due to your roommates negligence. But at your response, the redhead simply smiled down softly at you angling her head towards the door. "Go on. I can handle the rest."

You found your head nodding almost on its own accord, directed by not only your professor's watchful eye but now that of her wife's too. Your words came out little and few, a mumbled thank you and another apology spilling from your lips as you packed up your bag and threw it over your shoulders. One last reassurance and smile sent you walking out the door, headed back to your dorm where Kate would be waiting for you. As you went, you were hyper aware of the two sets of eyes trained on your back, picturing the two redheaded woman still sitting at the desk watching you walk away. What you weren't exactly aware of was how their gaze dropped even lower, both staring at the short black skirt you'd decided to wear that day, watching how the material grazed lightly against the back of your tight-covered thighs. When you exited out the door, you couldn't see the way the taller redhead turned back to her wife, looking down at her from where she still sat on the desk, a wide smirk appearing on her face as she bit into a perfectly painted lip. You couldn't see the way the pair looked at each other, leaning closer in, nor hear the words Wanda uttered back to her wife before their lips met in a kiss.

"You're right, she is cute. Let's keep her."

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