#wanda x little!reader

[katethewriter]

Kinda Like You

from the New Kid series

Summary: Natasha and New Kid find they have much more in common than they originally believed.

Words: 3.5k~

Pairing: Natasha x little!Reader - Wanda x little!Reader - Wandanat x little!Reader(platonic) - Steve Rogers x Reader(platonic) - WandaNat - Wanda x Natasha

Warnings: mentions of child abuse, neglect, abandonment, tough love from Steve, misguided frustrations

A/N: Who wants to learn more about New Kid's past? Well, that's what we're doing today! This chapter is very dialogue heavy, but they are information sharing so enjoy!

“Pick your battles New Kid,” Steve calls from the side of the mat.

Y/n and Peter have been sparring for the past twenty minutes under the watchful eyes of Captain America while a few others filtered in and out. Currently, Natasha and Tony stand nearby, observing quietly as the 12 and 15 year old fight.

Y/n struggles to break out of the hold that Peter has caught her in.

“Tap out, Y/n. If you had followed through with your swing, he wouldn’t have caught you in the first place,” Steve chastises, “yield and reset.”

 With a huff, Y/n taps Peter’s arm, and he releases her. The pair turn to face each other and go again.

The girl lunges for Peter. He is able to quickly dodge the attack and circle her. Before she can react, he has her in another hold. She does her best, but knows she is unable to break free. With a glance to the side, she spots Natasha and Tony whispering to each other. Skepticism clear in their faces.  

Y/n sighs and taps out again.

“You always have to be thinking about the next move,” Steve walks onto the mat, “expect he will dodge, be prepared and plan for it.” He looks at Peter and nods his head to the side of the mat. The teen walks off, leaving the super soldier and New Kid in the center of the mat. “Reset.”

The girl prepares to fight her instructor, taking a deep breath to focus before the fight.

Steve attacks first, swinging for Y/n’s shoulder. The girl ducks below his arm. As he steps through the swing, she circles him and lands a kick to his back. She reaches for his arm to twist it behind his back, but he turns. With a swipe of his leg, New Kid’s back hits the mat roughly. She grimaces at the pain coursing through her.

“Always watch your feet.”

Suddenly, a scoff can be heard from the other side of the room.

Y/n turns to see Natasha’s stern look and pursed lips. They lock eyes for only a moment before the red head shakes her head and turns to the door. Steve helps the girl to her feet, and she continues to watch the widow leave the gym.

Natasha hates her. She has to. Y/n’s sure of it. Every time the widow watches her train ends this way, with a look of disapproval and a fast exit.

 Actually, that is how many of their interactions end.

Natasha walks in while 12-year-old Y/n is learning mission tactics, she exits quickly.

The widow is dismantling a sniper when New Kid is given a tour of the weaponry. She can’t be more than 10. Natasha doesn’t even spare her a glance as she finishes her task.

She passes her in the gun range, she clenches her jaw and leaves silently with a full magazine.

It seems the only time Natasha can stand to be in the same room as New Kid is at mealtimes.

Y/n watches as the gym doors slide closed behind the retreating red head. She wonders what she did to make the woman hate her so and if there was anything she could do to fix it.

Suddenly an arm is entering her vision rapidly. She ducks just in time to miss Steve’s swing.

“Never take your eyes off your opponent.”

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Wanda trails kisses from Natasha’s shoulder to her neck.

“Hey,” the widow chuckles and pulls away slightly, “I am trying to watch the movie.”

The two have been curled up in Wanda’s bed watching movies all day. They’ve been together for over a year, and they’ve learned to savor the little moments they are able to hide from the rest of the world.

Wanda pauses her kisses briefly, “oh come on, you’ve seen this movie a hundred times.”

“Then why did you pick it?” she asks incredulously.

“Because you’ve seen it a hundred times,” the cheeky Sokovian responds leaning up to press her lips to the Russian’s. This time, Natasha doesn’t pull away. She deepens the kiss as the movie goes forgotten.

They lay there, kissing gently, just happy to be in each other’s arms.

…..then there’s a knock on the door.

“Ignore it,” Natasha says quickly before continuing the kiss.

Wanda shakes her head and pulls away, “I can’t. It’s Y/n; she needs something.”

The widow furrows her brows, “how do you know?”

“Her little thoughts are very loud,” the witch smiles, “I can hear them whether I’m trying to or not.”

Wanda rolls out of the bed, and Natasha groans. She pauses the movie, while the younger woman opens the door to greet little Y/n.

From the hallway, Y/n looks up to Wanda with a small smile.

The witch crinkles her nose with a grin and lowers herself to be closer to eyelevel with the girl. “Why hello, sweet girl! To what do I owe this pleasure?” She ends the question with a gentle boop on the girl’s nose.

“Can you help me put this on?” Y/n asks quietly, holding a dress out to display, “I can’t reach the buttons.” She looks down sadly, trying to hide her gaze from the witch.

Wanda quickly lifts the girl’s chin, so she is looking at her again, “hey, it’s always ok to ask for help, mala(little one). I’d love to help you.”

She stands and opens the door further for Y/n to enter. They only make it three steps into the room before the girl spots Natasha sitting on the bed.

Y/n stands still under Natasha’s gaze. Obviously, she has interrupted something. She shouldn’t be here. She can’t ask for help in front of Natasha. Not when it is very clear that the assassin already doesn’t like her. She is overcome with a large wave of nervousness.

From the bed, Natasha watches Wanda welcome New Kid into the room. The sight of her hits the widow like a truck. It’s the youngest Natasha has ever seen Y/n drop.

Natasha smiles to the girl, “Hey New Kid.”

“Hi,” Y/n shifts on her feet uncomfortably, then looks up to Wanda.

The Sokovian smiles and ushers her to her connected bathroom. “Here,” she takes the child’s hand, “lets go in here to get you changed.”

The two of them slip into the bathroom leaving Natasha alone in the bedroom while Wanda helps Y/n change out of her current clothes and into the dress.

All alone, Natasha tries to think of why seeing Y/n had such an impact on her.

The girl looked to be about 6, definitely the youngest Natasha has ever seen her drop. After a minute of thinking it suddenly makes sense.

She reminds her of Yelena.

The bathroom door opens. The pair reenter the room and sure enough, Y/n looks about (if not exactly) the same age as her sister was right before they left Ohio.

The nostalgia brings a lump to Natasha’s throat. She’s able to fight it back, but that proved difficult. When she looks at the girl in front of her, all she can see is her sister. The sister she never saw again.

“Wow! I love your dress!” the redhead beams, “where’d you get a dress that pretty?”

Y/n stands shyly with her folded clothes in her arms, “Clint gave it to me.” Quickly, the little girl thanks Wanda and makes an escape from the room and the gaze of Natasha.

She’s gone before either of them can say anything.

“What happened?” Natasha asks.

Wanda can only shrug.

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“You should go ask Y/n if she wants to watch with us,” Wanda says from her spot on the couch.

Team movie night would be starting in about 30 minutes. Wanda always liked to be the first one there, so she could claim the “cuddliest couch” before anyone else. It also heightens her chances of being first to pick the movie.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” Natasha looks at her girlfriend skeptically, “the movies we typically watch aren’t exactly age appropriate. We don’t want to give the kid nightmares.”

Wanda swipes the remote off the coffee table and smirks, “that’s why I will be picking the first movie. Besides, she’s not that little right now. Her thoughts aren’t loud enough.”

The widow sighs, “Why don’t you go get her? I’ll save your seat. She’ll most likely say yes to you. She’s scared of me.”

“She’s not scared of you-“

“We both saw how she was yesterday,” Natasha states, “she froze when I said hello. She’s terrified of me.”

Wanda reaches for her girlfriend’s hand, “she’s just timid and unsure. Once she warms up to you, you’ll see. She’s the sweetest kid. You just got to coax her out of her shell.” She kisses Natasha’s hand before pointing to the door.

“Go, it’ll be good for both of you.”

Natasha makes her way down the hallway until she reaches Y/n’s door. She knocks, but never gets a reply. After a minute, she knocks again, but still hears nothing.

She presses her ear to the door. A sniffle and a whimper float through the air. The widow pushes open the door and taps lightly, “Y/n?” She calls softly not to scare the girl. “You alright?” She pauses to wait for a response. “I’m coming in, ok?”

Natasha takes a cautious step into the room, and she has to pause for a second.

 Aside from the array of clothing Clint had given the girl, there is no sign that a child lives in this room. Maybe Y/n prefers it, but it just reminds Natasha of how she grew up in a place where she was punished for being a kid. Every child should have at least some toys, even one who turns back into an adult.

Natasha follows the sniffles that lead her to the bathroom door. “I can hear you crying. Is there something wrong?”

“Something I could help you with?” Natasha taps on the closed door, and it gives under the pressure.

The door slowly swings open and reveals Y/n standing in front of the mirror with red eyes and a brush in her hand. Her hair is tangled into a large mat near the back of her head. The look on Y/n’s face is all Natasha needs to know the poor thing has been trying to brush it out for who knows how long.

The girl sniffles, “I took a nap, and it was like this when I woke up.” Her lip quivers, “it won’t come out.”

The older woman smiles lightly, “may I?” She holds out her hand for the brush. The girl sighs defeatedly and relinquishes the brush. Natasha places her hands on the girl’s shoulders and squeezes comfortingly. She smiles to Y/n through the mirror and begins to silently brush her hair.

Its quiet again. The only sound passing between them is the brush gently dragging through Y/n’s hair.

Y/n looks into the mirror, watching the older woman intently. She feels small, smaller than she is now. Maybe it’s the widow’s intent focus on her hair or her gentle touch or the complete contrast to the woman’s previous demeanor around her, but whatever it is makes Y/n have to fight the urge to drop younger.

She was 7 when she took her nap, and 13 when she woke up in this dilemma. With how she’s feeling right now, there is no way she would be able to pick how small she dropped. So she just fights it until it fades.

Natasha’s soft touch is comforting her more and more with every pass of the brush. It soothes Y/n enough that she can break the silence.

“Why are you helping me?”

The older woman briefly connects eyes with Y/n through the mirror. She smiles and looks back to her work, “because we’re teammates. Teammates help each other.”

The girl chews on her lip, “but you don’t like me.”

Natasha comes to a complete halt, and she looks to Y/n again. Her face is mixed with confusion and concern, “that’s not true, myshka(little mouse). Why do you think that?” She places her hands on the girl’s shoulders in a way she hopes in comforting.

It does comfort Y/n some, but she still feels nervous to answer her. She knows she will have to eventually, so she might as well get it over with. “You don’t want me to be here. You’re always mad to see me.”

Natasha’s face floods with more confusion.

“You always leave whenever I’m around, like when I’m training, and I lose or when you see me in my lessons, especially weapons you get mad….” Y/n pauses looking up to Natasha with big doe eyes, “did I do something wrong?”

“No,” the widow quickly answers, “no myshka(little mouse), you haven’t done anything wrong.”

“Then why do you hate being around me?”

Natasha sighs and continues brushing out the tangles in Y/n’s hair. She understands why the little girl thinks what she thinks, and she knows why she is wrong. The misunderstanding is entirely her fault. She’s just not sure how to explain it to the girl.

She takes a deep breath to center her thoughts, “I don’t hate being around you. Sometimes I just get upset because you just remind me of my past.” She smiles sadly to the girl through the mirror. “I don’t know how much they’ve told you about me, but I grew up in a place that was not very good.”

“The Red Room,” Y/n states.

Natasha nods, “yes, that’s right. The Red Room was a very bad place. They took little girls from their families and trained them to be killers. They made us learn how to fight, how to follow someone, how to shoot, how to do all of it without being seen…. They even… they made us…they made us fight and kill each other.”

Once the widow is sure there are no more tangles in the girl’s hair, she parts it down the middle and begins braiding to keep her hands busy as she continues.

“I left that place because it turned little girls into weapons. I wanted to join a team that was actually trying to do good. Then I see cute little you training just like we did in the Red Room. The reason I get upset is because it makes me think that we’re no better than them.”

Natasha smiles into the mirror catching little eyes with her own, “that’s why I acted that way. It’s not your fault, myshka(little mouse). I’m so sorry I made you feel like it was or that I didn’t want you here.” She continues her braiding, “I think you’re gonna be good member of this team, once we get you ready.”

Y/n watches Natasha intently while she thinks of what to say, “you and me are kinda the same.”

Though she doesn’t look up from her braiding, the older woman is intrigued by the girl’s comment, “what do you mean?”

“I came from a bad place too,” Y/n explains, “now I’m here, so I can help people.”

“Where are you from?”

“Upstate,” the girl answers matter of factly. She’s not sure how much of her story she should tell. She trusts Natasha, especially after she just spoke of her own childhood. On the other hand, no one knows about how the girl grew up, not even Fury.

 Natasha hums, asking Y/n to continue.

“I was engineered,” the girl says as if she is saying ‘the sky is blue’.

The widow freezes, looking up to the girl in shock, “what?”

Y/n suddenly feels small again, but still she continues, “I was engineered in a test tube. Then I was transferred to an artificial womb until I was developed enough to live on my own.”

She twiddles her thumbs, unable to look up at the widow, “They were trying to make a shape shifter like you all thought I was. They tried to alter my DNA, but whatever they did, I think they did it too late. I already had too many cells with my normal DNA. I think that’s why I can only go back. All of me can shift except the cells that came from the ones from my conception.”

Hearing Y/n speak so maturely when she appears barely 13 throws Natasha for a bit. She has to remind herself that Y/n still has an adult brain in there.

“They kept me in their lab,” Y/n continues, “they would do these experiments on me. They would hurt sometimes, a lot of times. They kept trying to figure out where they went wrong. They were trying to fix me.”

Natasha clenches her jaw. She feels a rage she hasn’t felt in a very long time, and she makes a promise to herself that she will never let anyone harm this girl again.

The girl can sense the anger in the older woman, and it has her shrinking in on herself. “Are you mad?”

“Very.”

A breath catches in Y/n’s throat, and Natasha’s thoughts are pulled out of her anger to take in the girl in front of her. The fearful look has returned to Y/n’s face again. The widow kicks herself mentally.

“but not at you,” she reaches a hand out to pick up the girl’s chin, “myshka(little mouse), look at me please. I’m not mad at you. I promise.” She waits quietly until Y/n nods. Natasha smiles warmly, “Good girl. Now, I need you to tell me who had you? What agency?”

Y/n shakes her head, “there wasn’t an agency. It was just my parents… well, the scientists that called themselves my parents.”

“They lived somewhere else, away from the lab. They would go home at night and leave me in the lab.” The girl sighs heavily, “I never left the lab, until I escaped when I was 14. One night after they went home, I broke out of my room. I grabbed as many files about me I could find, and then I left.”

“…and you’ve been on your own since then?”

Y/n nods, “but now I’m here, and you’re gonna teach me how to help people right?” This time Natasha is the one to nod. The girl smiles, “then this much better than the Red Room, and you all are much better than my parents.”

Her words bloom a sense of calmness in Natasha’s chest. She’s just about done with the second braid.

“You know you’re lucky,” the older woman plays with the baby hairs at the base of the girl’s head. She tickles her there until she gets a giggle, “we may not have had good childhoods, but you get a second chance to be a kid.”

Y/n looks up, entirely enraptured by Natasha’s words.

“Not many of us have that chance.” In this moment, the widow can feel a soft spot in her heart that wasn’t there before. A spot that now belongs to Y/n, “its ok to be little around us. I know you’re an adult, but its ok to be a kid. We want you here either way. Definitely me, Wanda and Clint, the rest of them team hasn’t quite caught up yet, but they’re on their way, trust me. You don’t have to hide in your room anymore. Ok?”

Y/n nods with a large grin. She has a new understanding of Natasha. She especially can feel the start of a new friendship. Its hard to believe that just a month or so ago she had no one, no friends. Now, she has three and hopefully more to come.

Being caught stealing by the Avengers might just be the best thing that has ever happened before.

“All done,” Natasha says while she wraps a hair tie to the end of the second braid. She lays the braid down the girl’s shoulder, “what do you think?”

Y/n takes in the sight of her two French braid pigtails and smiles widely. She looks up to the widow who sports her signature one French braid, and she smiles even wider. “Hey, I look kinda like you!”

Natasha chuckles, “yeah, you do New Kid.” She rests her hands on the girl’s shoulders, “there’s about to be a movie night in about 5 minutes, would you like to join us?” She steps into the doorway, outstretching a hand for Y/n to take.

The girl happily takes her hand and follows her lead. As they walk through the halls, their hands swing lightly in between them.

"If you'd like," Natasha proposes, "I could train with you sometime. I'm a much better fighter than Steve anyway." She playfully nudges the girl's side. "I could teach you how to kick his butt."

Y/n smirks, "I think I'd like that."

"Me too."

When the two of them enter the common area hand in hand, they receive more than a few confused glances from the team, except for Wanda who just looks ecstatic. They take their seats. Natasha sits on the couch with Wanda, and New Kid claims the chair nearby.

As the widow settles into her girlfriend’s side, she whispers in Wanda’s ear, “you were right.”

The witch gives her a quizzical look.

“She really is the sweetest kid.”

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A few days later, and New Kid is already doing better. She’s coming out of her room more. She almost always gravitates towards Wanda or Natasha, which is fine by them. Each little interaction with a team member outside of training is making her feel a tiny bit more comfortable around the compound.

It’s not all that much, but a little progress is still progress.

One morning, Y/n opens her door to go to breakfast and nearly steps on a teddy bear sitting in the hallway. The sight of the toy has her itching to drop, but she’s dropped enough recently to control it. She remains her true age as she picks up the bear. Attached to the toy is a note with her name on it.

She fondly holds the bear tight to her chest as she reads the message.

Y/n, Just a reminder that its ok to be a kid. Its ok to want to do kid things. When I was in the Red Room, I wished I had a teddy bear even though toys were strictly forbidden. I thought you might like one too. Since, I’m kinda like you. -Natasha

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I hope you enjoyed! Let me know what you think down in the comments below. Also, if you have any ideas for what you would want to read, let me know!

As always, thank you so much for reading and for all your support. Much love!

-k

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[marvelfanfics1]

Oo oo mommy Wanda x little!reader takin little to the waterpark!! Or beach or swimmin pool! An maybe teachin dem how to swims?

m cants swim 🥹

tans m hab 🌺 if it's not takin pease? if it is den 💐 pease

Fank oo!!

Beach Day

(GIF not mine)

Pairing: mommy!Wanda x little!reader

Warnings: Age Regression, uncle Pietro is also there!, wanda teaches reader how to swim, some angst?, praise, fluff

A/n: You can have this one 💐 sweet anon!

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"Don't you want to go for a little swim, baby? It's really warm." your Mommy asked while grabbing a towel and sitting down next to you on your Bluey towel.

"Nu-uh, wanna build castle," you said and put more sand into your bucket. You had a pretty beach toy set that Uncle Pietro gifted you after Tony announced that the team will go on a vacation together.

Wanda nodded and kissed your cheek, a few water droplets dripping from her chin onto your shoulder, making you shiver.

After some more sand castle building, you looked up to see how much fun the others were having. Peter was on Thor's shoulders, shouting happily while trying to throw Natasha off of Clint.

Wanda had watched you for a while and noticed the tiny frown on your face. She sat up and grabbed your chin between her fingers, gently turning you to face her.

"Why don't you want to go into the water?" she asked, taking off her sunglasses to keep eye contact. "Be honest, detka"

You mumbled something she couldn't understand so she made you say it again but louder. "I can't swim mommy..."

The way you lowered your head in embarrassment made the Witch go all soft in a matter of seconds.

"Oh baby, it's okay. I'm so proud of you for telling me" she praised and opened her arms for you to climb in, petting your head and Wanda can feel how hot your skin is against hers.

She pulls a bit away to look at you again before asking. "You want me to teach you how to swim?"

"Mhm! But you will pwotect me, right?! I no wanna drown mommy!" you rambled down, clinging onto Wanda for dear life.

The redhead had to chuckle a little, of course she was going to protect you. She would never let anything happen to you, ever.

"I will always protect you." She smiled and got up with you, helping you put on your arm floats.

Wanda took your hand and dragged you closer to the water. The water already went to your knees and you stopped walking when you saw something on the ground.

"Mommy, look! A starfish!" you squealed and pointed at it.

"That's right, smart baby" she smiled and continued to walk further into the water.

Wanda took both your hands in her own and started to instruct you what to do, which you gladly did.

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While Wanda was teaching you to swim your uncle Pietro offered to help and was holding you right now, waiting for you to tell him that he could let you go.

"Okay, now come to me, detka!" your Mommy encouraged you to swim on your own for the first time.

You took some deep breaths and got in position. "Otay, now!"

Pietro let you go and you started kicking your legs to move forward and used your arms even if it was a bit uncoordinated, but after some more swimming in the compound's pool area you will be the best swimmer, your Mommy is sure of that.

"Go printessa! Go!" Pietro cheered and clapped his hands.

Soon you reached Wanda and she turned you around in the water, kissing your salty cheek.

"You did amazing! You were faster than Pietro ever could." she joked and you giggled when you saw how offended the speedster was.

"I demand a swimming race now!" he said and Peter raised his hand shouting 'me too!'.

"I would also like to join that race of yours." Thor joined the conversation and soon you started to see who was the fastest.

Wanda watched with amusement and was just happy to see you having so much fun with the others and now even learned how to swim.

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[karaslittlesunshine]

Oo…maybe mommy Wanda little reader cuddling while it’s raining?

Wanda felt a warm body suddenly nuzzling into her,

“Hey little one, is it snuggle time, is it?” you nodded as she pulled you into her lap, your legs straddling her as you laid your head on her chest.

Wanda’s soothing hand ran up and down your back as you suckled gently on your paci.

“’s raining ‘ots mama”, Wanda hummed in agreement,

“It is, bug, but that means all the plants are going to be nice and fed. Maybe there’ll even be a rainbow!”

“Don wan ‘ook for rainbows, jus wan stay wif mommy” you said, pushing yourself further into her.

Wanda brought her hand up to your hair, “you can stay with me all you like, y/n. We can snuggle and listen to the rain all you want”. She gently combed her fingers through your messy hair and began to sing a lullaby softly, using her magic to dim the lights further as she felt your breathing even out.

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Do you think you could do something with little!wanda x reader

Comfort from something, thunder, being spooked by a movie. Ect!!’

"Mommy Will Always Be There To Protect You" - Wanda x Little!Reader (Platonic)

A/N: hi! Omg I'm so happy you requested! I'm so sorry if it's not good, I haven't really written full on drabble in a while but I tried to be quick. I tried to encorperate both of your ideas into one but it might have gotten a bit jumbled at the end. So sorry for that!

Wanda was worried.

   She figured it would have been fine if she dozed off with you on the couch, leaving the TV on in the background for its ambiance. That was until she heard your screams.

   The channel that usually showed silly cartoons had moved on to midnight horror movies, something you had never been too fond of considering their violent depictions of all the things you had only seen in your nightmares. That in itself was already a not-so-great mix with the thunderstorm brewing outside.

   In your fit of panic, you rushed to your room and hid under the bed. You could hear Wanda's tired groans as your cries of distress woke her up with a resounding gasp.

BOOM

   A crackle of thunder from the storm ran a shiver down your spine, hands making their way to your ears to hide from the loud hisses of the wind outside.

   "Honey?"

   You heard Wanda call, the floorboards creaking beneath her feet.

   "Honey, where are you..?"

   Wanda was always good at finding your hiding places.. but you didn't know that. She saw it fit to play clueless with you, creating somewhat of a playful atmosphere.

   "Hm... are you," She paused, opening the doors to your wardrobe using her magic. "In the closet?"

   You giggled; the bubbly laughter made your shoulders shake. Partly in fear of the ongoing storm, partly in how you were immersed in the small hide-and-seek game you suddenly found yourself playing.

BOOM

   The loud bang forced yet another scream from you. Wanda crouched down before the bed, looking under it to ensure your general safety.

   "Oh, baby, come here.." she was quick to end the game, holding her arms out for you to crawl out and hug her. She hugged you back, her embrace warm as you sobbed in her arms.

   "It's okay.." Wanda cooed to you quietly, rubbing soothing circles on your back. "Mommy's here.."

   You choked on your sobs, holding her tighter as the wind howled more vigorously at you from outside.

   "There was so much blood, Mommy.." You whispered, burying your face in her chest to wipe your tears.

   "Where, baby, where was the blood?" Wanda responded, brushing your hairs fly away from your face when you looked up at her to answer.

   "The screen, Mommy, the screen!"

   Wanda gave a small 'shhh' when you started to cry again at the memory.

   "It wasn't real, darling, it was just a movie."

   Your jaw dropped at the statement, it was fake? But it looked so genuine!

   "It wasn't? But.." your voice wavered as it trailed off, gripping the hem of Wanda's shirt to hold her impossibly closer.

   "No, honey. I'd never let anything like that happen to--or around you." Wanda comforted, cupping your cheeks and shaking her head dismissively. "I'll always be here to protect you.."

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[buckys-little-belle]

I love all your ideas for the gummy stealer! Pick which you like best ♡ I want you to like it too.

-♡

Someone Ate My Family

AKA - How Different Marvel Cg’s Would React To Your Avengers Gummies Being “Stolen”

Steve, Nat, Tony, Wanda, Bucky, x Little!Reader (Gender nutral language, no pronouns used, though Wanda calls Little!Reader “Petal”. So please keep that in mind when reading.)

SFW - Please keep all interactions with this post and blog SFW

Warnings - Mentions of food/Mentions of eating food, Talks of giving someone a mean talking to, Nat is overly worried about people lying, crying, sadness, also happy endings and fluff!

Notes - I was very indecisive on who I should write this concept with and ended up thinking about how so many people would react, so I just decided to write down a few of my ideas in a headcannon type way. I hope everyone enjoys!!!!

Based on this ask/message from my beloved ♡ anon

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Steve

“Daddy?” You yell, your voice carrying through the apartment, the noise finally finding Steve in his office. “What Baby?” He yells back as he begins walking towards to noise you’re currently creating. “We have to go!” You shout, your voice urgent and persistent. “Where do we need to go baby?” Steve chuckles, his arms now crossed as he stands in the entry way’s wall opening. You sat on the bench in front of him, one shoe on and the other in your hand.

“Someone ate my gummies and I need more daddy!” You say as if he should clearly understand the situation. Steve, well he knew that you had none left, he may have eaten the last pack … But he planned to go to the store while you went to Auntie Nat’s house, but here he was faced head on with the issue at hand. “Okay okay, but you need to wear running shoes baby, your sandals aren’t going to cut it.” You nod, knowing there’s no point in arguing with him, he’s somehow almost always right anyways.

The two of you eventually head out to the store, matching running shoes on and all. The store of course is busy, the weekend is fast approaching and people and rushing home from work. You lead the way towards the snack aisle, Steves hand grasping yours as you walk fast. Eventually you break from his hands grasp, running towards the middle of the aisle where your gummies are before stopping. “Sorry.” You squeak as you almost run into the lady standing in front of you. Steve smiles, he’s proud that you use your manners, pride building in his chest.

The moment the two of you are back on the street, gummies in hand, Steve is already ripping the box open and picking you up to rest on his hip. You easily grab a new bag out of the box and Steve opens it, handing the small bag back to you so you can distribute the gummies to the both of you. “Daddy!” You call out, startling Steve slightly, him looking at you confused. “I have to eat all the yous!” you say, snatching the gummy that resembles him just slightly and popping it into your mouth. “Sorry baby.” He chuckles back.

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Natasha

“Mommy?” You cry from the kitchen, Nat immediately running to you from her office. Her face drenched in panic as she sees your back turned to her. “Baby? What’s wrong?” She calls back. “Someone ate m’gummies!” Nat chuckles silently, not wanting to get you work up any further.

She instantly asks a few questions, making sure you weren’t just saying there were none left so you could have two packages.

When she realizes that you really didn’t eat them, she checks the garbages for any wrappers, she walks over to the linen closet. Swiftly grabbing a towel and unwrapping it, a new and full box of gummies awaiting. “Here my love.”

Nat then apologizes for not believing you, she knows that you wouldn’t lie to hurt her feelings or lie to be mean, but she struggles to trust people. Usually she would just ask twice, but today she just felt off and ended up being extra cautious. The towel snacks were for emergency’s, but when she saw the tears streaming down your face when she kept checking the garbages, she knew she had to pull the, out.

Her work is then long abandoned, the two of you curled up on the couch watching a movie. “Here.” You would mumble, your hand reaching up towards her, offering your least favourite colour gummy.

“Thank you baby.” She would coo and happily accept the snack.

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Tony

“DADDY!” You screech, your body frozen, sitting on the kitchen floor, an empty gummy box in front of you. Tony of course rushes in, a small first aid kit in hand, he knows how a “DADDY!” screech usually plays out.

“Smush what is wrong?” He questions, out of breath, his body still reeling from the rush of adrenaline. “S’mone ate m’family.” You cried, your tears running down your face as you look at him defeated, your legs crossed on the compounds kitchen floor. “Dey can’t do that! M’ the only one who can eat dem!” You sob, your heart beating fast as your voice grows quieter.

“Friday?” Tony called out, a slight chuckle building in his throat, of course you call the gummies family, but why can only you murder them?. “Yes Sir?” “Who ate smush’s gummies?” He asked, his hands on his hips as he watched you perk up, wondering who had taken your gummies. “That would be Steve Rodgers Sir.” Tony sighed, slowly regretting putting your snacks in the main kitchen instead of his own.

“Okay smush.” Tony sighed, gesturing you to come towards him. You stand up and walk closer, quickly wrapping your arms around his middle, smushing your face into his chest. “I will have someone get you more gummies, I will also talk to Cap later tonight. How about we go get cozy on the couch and watch a movie?” He asks, his arms wrapping around you.

“Okay, b’we can eat gummies later right?” You ask, the most important thing at hand on your mind. “Of course smush.” He says, kissing the top of your head and turning you around to walk towards the couch, his phone is soon pulled out of his pocket and a pack of gummies are quickly on their way to you.

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Wanda

“Petal?” Wanda asks, her voice floating through the play room, yourself sat on the play mat, a few toys scattered. “Yes?” You said defeated, your voice showing clear signs of slight distress and sadness. “Why have you been so quite today?” You just shrug your shoulders, never meeting her gaze, instead looking around the room at anything but her. “No lies, petal, tell me what’s going on.” She persists, her voice stern but not mean.

“I jus’ dere’s no more gummies.” You sigh, your eyes landing on the window and staying there. “Did you eat them all?” She asks concerned, she wouldn’t expect you to be sad they were gone, you usually just ask her for more. “You didn’t eat dem?” Your tone perks up in confusion, trying to grasp the situation. “No petal.”

“Oh … Den who did?” Your questioning gaze finally meeting hers. She chuckles. “I’m not sure, but why don’t we go out and get some more hmm?” You stand up right away, picking up a few toys and putting them away. “I’ll take that as a yes.” She chuckles again, content standing in the doorway, watching you happily put away your toys.

“Can we also get some juice?” You ask, your eyes slowly widening, your grin turning into its classic, and effective, pout. “Of course petal, anything for you.” Her arms wrap around you in an instant, her warmth washing over you as her embrace gets tighter. “Anything.” She says again, this time in a very quite whisper. “Me to mama.” You smile, pulling away and dashing down the hallway to retrieve your shoes and sweater.

A few tears descend down Wanda’s cheeks, her brain running rampant, trying to figure out why you love her so much. Your heart so full and pure, even after knowing who she is and what she’s done you still love her. She whines her tears and begins walking down the hallway, stopping halfway when she hears you humming the lullaby she sings to you every night.

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Bucky

Bucky stands in the middle of the kitchen, his head facing the ceiling as he takes a deep breath in. You break out in another sob, your left arm flailing and landing on Bucky’s foot. “You feel any better lovie?” He questions, his tone bored and his head still pointed at the ceiling. “No, I can’t live like this!” You sob, tears still flowing down your face. Bucky begins to let his mind wander, trying to figure out why you are acting this distraught over the empty gummie box you found on the kitchen counter 6 minutes ago.

“Did Stevie put you down for a nap?” He questions, realizing Steve was babysitting you today during nap time, Bucky out doing mandatory paperwork for an upcoming mission. “He said I can’t tell you!” You say, your voice still weary and now exhausted. “Hmm.” Bucky sighs, your vague answer clearly a ‘no’. He now looks at you, your face still wet with tears, eyes red, but you now just look tired and worn out. Bucky knows Steve would have gladly eaten your gummies while babysitting, and Bucky also knows you probably feel like the world is ending right now.

He swiftly bends down and scoops you up, his hand going under your legs as your arms wrap around his neck. “Lovie let’s do bedtime a little early tonight okay?” He asks, his free hand rubbing soothing circles on your back. “Okay.” You say, your voice barely audible, your almost asleep by the time he reaches your room.

He stands you up on the soft rug that sits on the floor, your eyes just slightly open as you yawn. “We can have gummies tomorrow right?” You sigh, your fingers weaving in and out. “Of course, why don’t we get some pancakes tomorrow morning and then stop by the store?” He smiles as he rummages through your dresser, trying to locate a soft pair of jammies. “Really!” You say as excitedly as possible. He nods, giving you a quick kiss atop our head.

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[elizabethxolsenn]

No Worry, silly Mama.

Mama!Wanda x Little!fem!R

Jealousy. Sadness/Fluff

You and your mama had a biggg day planned ahead of you. You two were gonna go to the store, and then to lunch with Agatha! You couldn’t wait!

“Baby! Get dressed please!” You heard Wanda Yell from downstairs. You immediately picked out some sweats and a Blue hoodie -of Wandas ofc- and ran downstairs, tripping on the last step. “Fuck!” You squealed. Wanda ran to you and picked you up.

“Are you okay Detka?” She asked, wiping some hair from your face. You nodded quickly, and tried to get down. Wanda giggled and leaned to your ear, “No more naughty words for the day sweetie.” She whispered, trying not to laugh.

“Yes mama! Sorry Mama!” You said, still trying to get out. She let you down and you ran to the couch, grabbing your favorite stuffie. Wanda followed you and sat on the couch. “Come sit on mamas lap.” She ordered. You instantly obeyed. You were always so well behaved for Wanda.

You felt a brush run though your short hair. Your mama started at the bottom, trying to get rid of tangles. And made her way to the top. “There you go. Is that what you’re wearing today angel?” She mumbled, Turing you to face her. You nodded quickly. She smiled and stood up, grabbing her phone and purse. “Mama! Hurry!” You yelled.

She rolled her eyes playfully and followed you out the door, locking it. She put you in the passenger seat and buckled you, before sitting in her own seat. When she started to drive, she handed you her phone and the aux. “Anyfing?” You asked, a glimmer in your eyes. “Yes little love. Anything.” You smiled hard and went to her Spotify app.

Your music that you played included;

The whole frozen soundtrack. Where you are - Moana. And basically all Disney music.

You bopped your head as well as singing loudly , along with your mama. You always thought Wanda got bored of your music, so you found some of her music and put it on.

Your mamas eyes widened when she heard the first lyric ; ‘Hump me! Fuck me!’— she immediately grabbed the phone from your hands, causing a small gasp. She put on ‘Dig a little deeper’ and gave it back to you.

“Mama you’re silly!” You giggled. “You can’t listen to Mamas Big girl music.” She whispered, Turing to the right. “Otay Mama!” You said still having a case of the giggles.

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When you arrived to the store, you stayed by Wandas side the whole time. You knew the rules when it came to public. You watched as Wandas brunette hair swung a bit, with all the pep in her step.

You passed the stuffie isle and immediately looked up at Wanda. She hadn’t seemed to notice. You tugged her sleeve, and she looked down. She tilted her head and smiled. You pointed aggressively at the Stuffies and she looked at you.

“If you’re good you can get one before we leave.” She said cupping your chin and pulling you in for a small peck. You huffed loudly and sat yourself on the hard tile. It wasn’t fair! You were always a good little girl for your mama. Why couldn’t you get it now? “Baby, please don’t be a brat right now.” She said kneeling to your level.

You made a -Hmph!- noise and looked away. “What’s going on in that little head?” She asked, making you look at her. You’re eyes met hers. “I just- I always good for mama, and I wan’ Tuffie now!” You whined, a couple tears running down your face. Wanda wiped them away. “And I know you’ll be the best girl, and wait. We’re almost done Malyshka.”

You sighed, but agreed. You didn’t want to argue with her. She helped you up and made you follow her to the make up isle. She grabbed some mascara, then slipped in a little something for you. You were to busy pouting to notice. She made little sparks with her magic, making you giggle and hug her.

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When you two were done, you practically dragged her to the stuffies. She laughed at your smile. “Which one do you want Lil’ Love?” You grabbed a lama and put it in the basket. You had left your other one in the car, so they didn’t feel sad watching you pick their new friend. Wanda thought you had the sweetest soul.

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When you arrived at the restaurant, you two immediately saw Agatha, waiting for the two of you. Wanda helped you out of the car, you were a big upset because you couldn’t bring your friends. But it was all okay.

“Y/n! Hello little dove.” Agatha said, giving you a hug. “You’re looking delicious, as always.” You blushed at the comment, backing away and holding Wandas hand.

“Wanda! Hello!” Agatha greeted. Wanda shot a glare at the older witch. “Agatha.” The three of you went inside, Wanda had you order off the kids menu. You didn’t mind.

“May I take your orders?” The waiter said, looking at you first. You looked at Wanda. “Wan’ Mama do for me.” You whispered. “You’re absolutely adorable.” Agatha said pressing a kiss to your hand. Wanda sighed heavy. “She’ll have the tenders.”

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Throughout the lunch, Agatha kept kissing your hands and making flirty comments. You obviously hadn’t realized. Wanda however , Had.

“Wanda, you have such a pretty little toy, could I use her sometime?” Agatha said looking at Wanda, who was gripping the table, knuckles white.

“She’s not a toy. And I’m not sharing.”

“I may have to take you home and claim you for myself!” Agatha laughed and held your hand- ignoring Wandas previous comment- You didn’t realize what she meant, because Wanda said only Mama could do that. You shook it off and smiled.

“Could we get the check!” Wanda asked, frustrated. She paid for the meals and dragged you out. “Bye bye Aggie!” You said all giddy. Wanda rolled her eyes. You finally seen this and when you two were in the car you grabbed her hand. Your Mama took it away from you and drove off.

You were deeply hurt and sat holding your stuffies hands the whole way home.

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After Wanda got you in the house, she grabbed you a bottle from the fridge that had some milk in it and brought it to the living room. “Mama! What wrong?” You said pulling on her sleeve. She sighed and sat next to you in the couch, setting your bottle down.

“Baby you let her touch and kiss you. Only Mama can do that…” you instantly realized what she meant. You felt terrible. You didn’t even realize. “ ‘m sorry mama! Baby no realize..” you whispered, getting in her lap. “It’s okay. You’re to little to even see what was going on.” She whispered playing with your hair. “Sometimes Mama gets worried, that you’re gonna leave to Agatha.” As

Your eyes widened. “Nuh-uh! Never! No worry, silly Mama. I never leave.” You said before pressing multiple kisses to her face so she could cheer up. It cause her to chuckle a bit. “I’m glad..Mama got you something” you lit up as she pulled something out of the bag.

You gasped, it was hello kitty lip gloss!! You hugged your mama tight. You were rarely allowed to wear stuff like this and you were so happy. “Tank you Mama!” You squealed. She nodded and hugged you back. “Baby sorry. For being mean.” You said, looking In her eyes. “It’s okay little love.” You opened the lipgloss and read the label.

“Wanna wear it?” You nodded and Wanda opened the plastic bottle. She motioned for you to pucker your lips and you did. She quickly stole a small kiss from you. You giggled before she put on the gloss. When she was done you looked at her.

“I pretty now?” You asked with a big grin. “You’re always so pretty. Gloss or none.” She mumbled, kissing your cheek.

“Wanna show Natty?” “Yes please!”. Wanda pulled it her phone and you two took a duck lips selfie, sending it to Natasha.

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[imhereformarvelwomen]

Soup? Part 2

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Detka nuzzled nats leg and looked back up. That was enough for Nat to guess that’s a yes to that idea. It’s only been one day, but she can’t survive on just milk for the next few. I’ll bring my sister round to make some macaroni tomorrow, Nat thought, Detka has always enjoyed that…. << )

Natasha finished her soup up and poured it into a bowl, Detka got bored of watching Nat and went back to the living area of the trailer. She laid down on the rough carpeted floor, there was scattered colouring books and toys around. You could tell Nat didn’t know how to entertain kids. She grabbed a bluey colouring book and started scribbling over the book in whatever ol pencil was laying about.

Nat was waiting at the microwave for detkas bottle to warm up, watching it go round and round, taking time to peek over at Detka every now and again. She didn’t really know Detka, she didn’t know if she would move her colouring to the walls if she didn’t keep watch. Detka just laid there colouring minding her own business, only looking up when she heard the microwave beep. Nat got the bottle out, shook it and carried it and her bowl of soup over to the sofa.

The rain was still pelting at the window behind the sofa, as Nat sat down her soup in her lap. She patted the empty seat beside her, and showed Detka her bottle by waving it around. “Cmon baby,” she said gently. Detka just looked at her, turned back around and continued colouring, she didn’t want to take food or drink from anyone apart from Wanda, she was just too used to Wanda taking care of her. Natasha felt rather rejected, but knew Detka and Wanda had a strong bond, one she was never interested in getting in the way of before. She put the bottle down next to her, sat down and ate her soup, watching Detka with her back to her colouring.

After Nat was finished with her soup, she got up and put the bowl in the sink. Once again she heated up detkas bottle, she wanted to try again. She hadn’t had anything to eat or drink since yesterday morning. If she refused tonight nat was going to have to call her sister for some help. Detka did prefer yelena, and Natasha knew that, yelena was just a more open and fun person to be around. Plus yelena had actually made an effort to play with detka alongside Kate.

Natasha got the bottle out the

Microwave once again, this time she walked over to Detka, who was still flipping pages of her colouring book every now and again, scribbling all over it.

“Hiiiii?” Natasha said as enthusiastic and sweetly as her usual snarky voice could do.

Detka looked up at her. “Cmon you gotta drink hmm? You must be so thirsty” Detka just blankly stared at her. Natasha didn’t know how much Detka really understood. Maybe I might as well be talking Russian she thought. “I bet Wanda would be really proud if you drank your bottle hm?” Detka perked up at the word Wanda and did grabby hands at Natasha. “Good girlie” Nat picked her up and took her to the sofa, sitting her on her lap, and laying her down a tad so she was leaning on her. She really didn’t have a clue how Wanda did this.

“Here see? It’s nice and warm” Nat put the nib of the bottle to detkas lips. Detka moved her head away from it. Nat tried to chase her mouth a few more times but detka wasn’t having any of it. Instead the cuff of Natasha’s black hoodie caught her attention. Detka held and touched the cuff for a while, she was always extremely curious that at least Nat knew about her. Nat just let her, offering her hand closer to her. Detka closed her eyes, lent forward and started sucking the back of her hand. Nat sat there in shock for a minute not really knowing what to do. Eventually she picked up the bottle and sneakily replaced it with her hand, Detka took it and made a “hmmmm” sound as the warm milk started to enter her mouth.

Natasha was happy with herself, “there’s a good girl Detka” she held the bottle for her with one hand and started stroking detkas hair with the other. Detka put her arms around nats arm that was holding her bottle, cuddling her arm. Her breathing slowed right down, Natasha could tell she was drifting off. Suddenly Nat became aware there was no more milk, as Detka removed her mouth from the nib. Oh god Nat thought, please don’t have a tantrum. Detka simply yawned and snuggled into Nats chest further, listening to the rain on the window, and smelling that chicken soup. She drifted off almost instantly.

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[ellieisaflower]

Morning baby ´ˎ˗

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୨୧ ┊Pairing: mommy!Wanda x gn!little! reader

୨୧ ┊Characters: Wanda Maximoff, Reader, (mention of) Natasha Romanoff

୨୧ ┊Genre: Age regression (NOT KINK!!), fluff, one shot/drabble

୨୧ ┊Summery: While waiting for her baby to wake up, Wanda cooks reader breakfast and gets everything ready so they have a good morning.

୨୧ ┊Warnings: none really, but Wanda calls reader Petal and there is the use of big boy/girl/kid and pretty boy/girl/baby like twice.. also, not proofread

୨୧ ┊Word count: 750

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Y/n's soft snores filled the room. The small baby laid on the bed, blankets, pillows, and - of course, stuffies surrounded them. Wanda sat on the couch in the living room, SpongeBob playing on the TV. She knew it wouldn't be long before y/n would wake up, so she stood up and walked to the kitchen to get their meal ready.

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She grabbed y/n's favorite bottle and sat it on the counter. "What should I give them this morning? Milk or Juice?" she asked herself, looking between the two choices. "milk" she decided, grabbing it out of the fridge and taking the cap off.

After she poured the milk, she put it in the fridge so it'd stay cold, then started making breakfast. Pancakes with strawberry and kiwi, one of y/n's favorites.

Right as she finished breakfast there was a small shout from upstairs. "Mooommmmyyy!!!" Y/n shouted. "Yes, petal, I'm in the kitchen!" She called back. Quickly, Wanda put down the plate of food and rushed to the fridge to grab y/n's milk.

When she turned around, she was met with the adorable sight of y/n trudging down the hallway. They had their favorite stuffie under their arm, and was holding a blanket with the same hand, while they used his other hand to rub their eyes. They had their pacifier in their mouth, sucking on it gently.

"Good morning my sweet boy/girl/baby" Wanda whispered as she walked towards the small baby and hugged them. "How did you sleep, petal?" She asked, placing kisses onto y/n's head, their messy h/c hair poking her cheeks.

Y/n mumbled incoherent words, their pacifier making it harder to speak. "Yeah? I made you breakfast. And milk" she said and looked down at y/n, waiting to see their reaction.

Their face instantly lit up, the tiredness in their face disappeared, and they took off running to the kitchen. Wanda let out a few giggles, watching her little one run off to the kitchen with joy. "Don't eat too fast, you could choke!" She said worryingly. When she walked into the kitchen she couldn't contain her smile as she saw Y/n at the table, gobbling down their food.

"Mommy, 'm downe" y/n whispered as they looked up from their plate. "Good job petal! You ate all your food like a big boy/girl/kid!" Wanda praised, kissing y/n's temple - watching as their face heated up. "Now drink your milk, you don't want it to get warm!" She continued, picking up the bottle and placing it right in front of them, then grabbing their plate and bringing it over to the sink. "Otay mommy, y/n dinky his milky" they chanted sweetly while picking up their bottle and attaching their mouth to it. 

They pranced their way to the couch and sat down, pulling their blanket on top of himself then placing their teddy in their lap, tucking it under the blanket. "Would you like to watch something special?" Wanda asked as she walked in and grabbed the remote. Y/n quickly pulled their bottle out of his mouth and yelled "TANGLED!!" 

"What's the magic word?" Wanda asked, waiting to hit the play button to see if y/n was gonna be in a kind mood. "Pwease~ Mommy!! 'm pwomis to be kwind, but y/n wanna watch tangled!!" Y/n started rambling, wanda giggled, clicking play and placing the remote on the table. 

Y/n was mesmerized. All of their attention is on the movie. "Here pretty boy/girl/baby. Lay down so that you're more comfortable and you can have your stuffie with you too" She reclined the couch seat and y/n laid back, keeping their eyes on the movie. Wanda grabbed the light blue blanket and pulled it down a bit, and placed the stuffie beside y/n before tucking them both in. "Petal, look at mommy for a minute" She crouched down and waited until y/n's attention was on her before she began to speak.

"Auntie nat is coming over today, do you know what that means?" she asked. Y/n quickly nodded as a huge smile grew on their face. "Dat means dat y/n has to be a good!" They said proudly.

"That's right! Now you can continue watching Tangled, okay?" She said softly, using her finger to move a few stray hairs from y/n's face. "Otay" they said, their smile not leaving.

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[vivianalison]

Imagine your on a flight with mommy Wanda and daddy natty and your in the middle of them (ofc) you’ve already eaten a fruit cup ordered by Wanda, you’ve fallen asleep on Nat’s shoulder for an hour now your restless and bothering both of them with fidgeting. Especially Wanda who is trying to read her book. She gets an idea. She takes up her phone and texts Nat.

Nat smirks at her lit up phone and she whispers in your ear to go to the bathroom and she’ll be there in a a minute. You don’t even think about why you just wanna stand up and not sit still in boredom.

When you’re in the little toilet and nat nocks you open the door and she fucks you dumb. Makes you suck her strap until your crying and gagging and fingers you while pushed against the tiny tiny sink until your legs are literally shaking. And ofc you can’t be silent. You tried(that’s a lie). But the gags and moans Natasha produced out of you couldn’t be silenced even if you did try.

When you both finish and walk out the bathroom everyone is starring but pretending not to and Wanda just looks at you both with a proud grin “angel! Wanna rest on mommy’s shoulder for a while?” And you just nod with teary stained cheeks and a weak smile on your face.

When your sound asleep on Wanda, Nat and her are going thru the videos and photos she took of you in the bathroom.

#wanda x reader #marvel smut #natasha romanoff #wanda maximoff #little reader #wanda x y/n #mommy wanda #fanfic #y/n

[wandasaura]

— SWEET FESTIVE LOVE

summary — so much has been taken from your girlfriends, so bringing a taste of the holidays into your shared apartment gives back some of the magic they lost out on for so long

warning(s) — just a sweet morning with your girlfriends, the faintest most nondescript mention of wanda/natasha’s childhoods

It was easier said than done; escaping from bed without waking the two Avengers you slept between, but eventually by some kind of miracle, you managed to untangle yourself from their warm bodies and the heavy blankets you had been practically cocooned beneath without too much trouble, and once your bare feet hit the cold hardwood, chills immediately spreading up your bones at the fluctuation of temperature, you were free to escape into the living room where Halloween decorations taunted you on every surface.

The first thing you did was switch the overhead lights on and start a pot of coffee in the kitchen — more for Natasha than yourself. You wouldn’t have much time before they noticed you were missing from bed and came to find you with worried and panicked frowns on their sleepy faces, but coffee was as good of a peace offering as any for your scarlet headed girlfriend. Wanda would just laugh when she eventually found you, she was always the last to jump to conclusions when it came to your spontaneous disappearances.

With coffee brewing and dawn approaching, the fresh-feeling yelled-toned sunlight that peaked through the windows created a gentle golden hue within the eerily quiet apartment, you set off on your original mission, the entire reason you wrangled yourself out of bed so early; setting up for Christmas.

You’d sat with the idea for weeks before you brought it up to your girlfriends, knowing Wanda came from a Jewish family, and Natasha had been cheated of a childhood entirely, you didn’t want to overstep on your first holiday season together, still in the stage of navigating new traditions and celebrations, but the witch had assured you that she didn’t mind the decorations and traditional festive traditions you wanted to bring into the apartment. She was secure in her upbringing (the little she got to have before everything was ripped away at the very least), and she enjoyed the cheesiness of a jolly sleigh riding home intruder and gingerbread men. Natasha had been otherwise indifferent when the conversation turned to her, not the most forthcoming when it came to reliving the Ohio mission, but you caught the slight curl to her pink lips when you started rambling about your family's traditions. After that, you’d slowly started to accumulate different decorations that you thought encapsulated theirs and your personalities perfectly. You shied away from the brighter reds and greens that overpopulated stores, sticking with cooler tones and golds that were more their laidback energy.

You started the process by dismantling all of the fall decorations you’d placed out in September, piling them all on the couch to be put away later on when you had more of an idea as to where all the Christmas decor would be going. You replaced styrofoam pumpkins and scarecrows with porcelain pine trees and snowmen, sprinkling fake snow and vines of artificial holly across the mantle where you’d be handing the matching stockings you had custom made.

You cleared the windowsill in the center of the front wall, stacking the picture frames on the arm of the couch before you went back to decorating, spreading a navy blue table runner across the white trim to add contrast to the primarily red and green decorations. You’d gotten a lot accomplished by time you heard panicked feet shuffling down the stairs, fumbling over the placement of palm sized glass dreidels when Natasha’s presence became known.

“There you are!” She gasped, tugging her fingers through her slept on red curls, keeping them out of her face as the panic turned into annoyance. “Halloween was yesterday, Y/N.” She emphasized her displeasure with a grumpy huff, staring straight at your collection of nesting dolls that were sitting where her beloved jack-o-lantern resided just last night.

“Oh don’t be such a scrooge.” Wanda called from the top of the stairs, amusement clear in her tone as she figured what you were up to, clearly not as worried as Natasha had been. She came down the stairs with less of a rush, busy tying her hair up into a ponytail before she paused at the bottom of the steps when her eyes drifted over to where you were standing. “Dove.” Her tone drips with fondness and appreciation as she takes note of the silver menorah in the center of the windowsill, the blossoming sunlight reflecting off of the glass dreidels that were scattered around as well, casting small shadows of rainbow light against the opposite wall.

“I know you don’t really celebrate Chanukah, but I wanted you to feel represented too. I hope I got it right.” You fiddle with your fingers nervously, “I looked up so many menorahs. I made sure the shamash.. is that what it’s called?…I made sure the shamash was a different height, and that the eight branches were level. So many I looked at weren’t.”

Wanda’s gaze was practically bleeding with adoration as she crossed the living room to hold your face tenderly in her hands, “Thank you.” She kissed your lips earnestly, brushing her fingers over your cheeks delicately before she flickered her gaze to the little details you paid close attention to. She spotted a gold Star of David sitting next to a suction cup hook, not yet hung up wherever you intended to place it, but her heart swelled at the intentions.

“You’re welcome.” You giggled shyly, leaning in to kiss her sweetly as she embraced you in a true and tight embrace. “Now! Since you both decided to wake up, the tree needs to be set up, and I wasn’t tall enough to hang that sign or the mistletoe!” You called out smugly, staring directly at Natasha who just groaned defeatedly, but you knew she didn’t mind, she was just too proud to admit how nice it was to see the apartment so lively and normal. This was all she’d ever wanted her life to amount to.

#wanda maximoff #natasha romanoff #wandanat #wanda maximoff fluff #natasha romanoff fluff #wandanat fluff #wanda maximoff x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #wandanat x reader #series: little dove

[romanoffshouse]

"You don't get to tell me about sad"

#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x y/n #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x reader #wanda x you #the scarlet witch #scarlet witch #scarlet witch x reader #scarlet witch x you #wanda maximoff imagine #elizabeth olsen #elizabeth olsen x reader #marvel quotes #marvel pictures #marvel #marvel x reader #the avengers #mcu #avengers x reader #taylor swift #ttpd #ts ttpd #ts 11 #the tortured poets department #taylor swift the tortured poets department #whos afraid of little old me

[vase-of-lilies]

https://www.tumblr.com/vase-of-lilies/729478267535491072/does-anyone-wanna-send-a-request-for-into-the-tiny

Mmmmmm, how about mommy / mama feeling bad for falsely accusing us and making us cry so they(either of them) feel dejected until we make them cuddle with us because we thought they were still mad at us ?… please?

Assumptions

Pairing: Dark!Mommy!Wanda x Little!reader (f) x Dark!Mama!Nat

Warnings: MD/LG dynamics, Arguing, yelling, feeling bad, guilt, fighting, false accusations, depression, crying, breastfeeding, lactation, cuddles!! this is a dark AU so beware.

A/n: Thanks for sending this in! This is such a cute idea! This kind of hits home, because I have been blamed for MULTIPLE things by my awful step siblings when I was younger. But I’m glad this time it will be Wanda and Natty to comfort us 🥺 I hope it was ok to have just Nat be angry!

It was a series of unfortunate events. One thing lead to another, and soon you found yourself in front of a large mess in the living room of the cabin. You had woken up from your nap, only to find Wanda and Natasha doing work by themselves in separate rooms.

When you left your nursery, your toy lion — Leo — was held in your arms softly and you rubbed the tired from your eyes. A small yawn following. You froze mid step once you saw the disaster in the living room.

The couch cushions were no longer on the couch, the TV stand was slightly askew, the lamp shade was tilted, and what looked like piles upon piles of documents were strewn across the carpet. You didn’t know how to react, only staring at the mess in front of you.

Too caught up in your confusion, you don’t hear the footsteps of your Mama, Nat, behind you. A loud gasp left her mouth as she saw what you were staring at. From what it looked like to her, you had been going through important documents without their permission or knowledge. But that was far from the truth.

“Y/n! What on earth are you doing??” Your mamas voice boomed behind you, startling you and causing your lion to drop from your hands. Nat paced the floor, looking at the papers and their contents.

“My god! Where did you find these?? These were locked!” She continues to shout, and the water works were turned on behind your eyes.

You looked up at Nat, small whimpers turning into cries of false guilt. “I- I- d-didn’ do an-anyfing!” You sobbed, but Natasha wouldn’t have that. She pressed her fingers on the bridge of her nose, her red braid flipping over her shoulder as she looks to you.

“Oh, you didn’t do anything? Really? You think I’m gonna believe a dumb little thing like you?” She shouted back at you, stepping closer to you. You step back in fear. “My keys are gone, and we haven’t heard your little dream sounds on the monitor either. And then I find you here??”

The things she was saying wasn’t like her. She was harsh, but when she knew you were in your little space, she was the most gentle giant you have ever been around besides Tony. But this time was different, because of one simple mistake.

Wanda hears the commotion from the bedroom and she looks over to the small baby monitor on the bedside table. She frowns as the screen blinks a low battery picture, and picks it up. She walks to the living room to find you pushing yourself against the wall while Natasha shouted at you.

Nat hasn’t calmed down yet, and Wanda knew that it could be devastating to your little self to see her like this. “Honey? Nat, baby, what’s going on?” She asked, gently placing her hand on her wife’s exposed shoulder.

Natasha’s head snaps to the source of the voice, and she steps away from your cowering body. “First she stole my keys to my filing cabinet, then she waited until we were busy to come out and read everything! Then she tries to deny it,” She explains. “I knew something was up when I didn’t hear anything from her room. Absolutely nothing.”

Wanda’s eyes widen, suddenly realizing why Nat couldn’t hear your little noises while you were asleep. She holds up the monitor and the blinking battery symbol mocks Natasha’s silence. “Batteries… they died,” Wanda says with a soft sigh.

She looks to the room and shakes her head. “While you and Pietro took her to the park this morning, Tony came by to see what info we had on HYDRAs plan to recapture Bucky. I guess he never cleaned up after himself.”

Immediately Natasha’s arms unfolded themselves and she silently pointed to your shivering and shaking form, facing away from them. She was in disbelief that Wanda never told her about this, and that she somehow was able to avoid the living room all together to even notice what Tony did.

Your Mommy bends down to not be so intimidating to you and takes your hands into hers. “Baby, can you look at mommy?” You don’t listen to her at first, Leo covering your face to hide you from any confrontation. “Tinyyyyyy… listen to me, please.” Wanda said. Hearing her voice turn from concern to demanding in an instant made you pull Leo from your face. “Such a good girl… how about we let Mama cool off, I think she needs some ice cream.”

Wanda looks up at Nat, giving a look telling her to take a walk to calm down. So, Nat holds up her hands in surrender and goes out the back door to the shed to work on her suit and gear.

In the mean time, Wanda gave you a bath, fed you, and read you a few stories. But when your Mama came in, she was in such a different mood. Even though she may have cooled off and the mess was gone, she stilled looked so angry and sad.

Was she still mad at you?

Days went by, and Nat had not even looked at you. Wanda was taking care of you on her own while Nat took care of herself for the time being.

It was a night like every other, but tonight, more tears fell down your face when you were in bed with Wanda, her lullaby lulling you to sleep.

Once you fell into a deep sleep, the next morning came like it did everyday. Bright, early, and loud. You cried for your mommy, hungry for breakfast and needing some love before the day started.

Wanda happily entered your nursery, smiling as she saw you sat up in bed with Leo your hands. She frowned at your expression, more tears on your cheeks and a sadness in your eyes she just couldn’t pinpoint.

Carefully, Wanda sits on your bed with you.

“Are you alright, little one? I don’t like seeing those tears,” she frowns, swiping her thumb across your cheek. You don’t answer her, only crawling into her arms and hiding your face in her neck. Wanda sighs and kisses your forehead, softly rubbing your back to comfort you.

“S’mama still mad a’me?” Your small voice quivers with worry as you ask, not understanding why Natasha was turning a cold shoulder to you.

Now that Wanda has pinpointed where these emotions were coming from, she says “Oh sweetheart, no, she’s not mad at you,” she pauses, tightening her arms around you. “She’s just a little confused, that’s all. Silly mommy forgot to talk to mama and tell her we had a visitor from Uncle Tony.”

Nodding in response, you sniffle softly. Your tummy rumbles and you look up to your mommy. Wanda smiles and gently sets you at the top of your bed again, scooting up to sit next to you. Again, she pulls you into her arms and lifts her shirt over her breast.

She hums softly as you latch onto her nipple, the milk from the pills she took flowing into your mouth. Your hands gently hold her breast, and you close your eyes.

After you’re full, you sit up and start to scoot off the bed. Wanda tilts her head and starts to follow you. “Where are you going, tiny?” She smiles, helping you off the bed when you whimper. Even though you can get off the bed perfectly fine, you still wanted your mommy’s help.

“Gonna go find mama and give da cuddles she need,” you say with determination. Wanda chuckles and takes your free hand.

“Here, I’ll help,” she says, following you as you gently pull her out of the room.

Natasha was at the kitchen table, reorganizing the files that Tony had been looking through and making sure that nothing was stolen. You were nervous to go see her, and Wanda could tell. But she gave you a gentle nudge when you looked up at her, your mama not yet noticing your presence.

You took a step forward, and softly tapped on Nat’s shoulder. The woman turns her head and looks up at you from her spot at the table. You looked at her, and then the papers, and back to her. With lots of bravery, you reach for her hand, holding it and pulling her up.

Nat looked to her wife with a confused expression, a small smile painting her lips too. She followed you as you pulled her to the couch, guiding her to sit. “Tiny, what are you doing, love?” A small chuckle leaving her mouth.

You ignore her question and move to Wanda, pulling her to sit next to Natasha. Now that both women were sat, you climbed onto their laps and settled you bum right between them. Your head lays on Nats chest, and your legs rests over Wanda lap.

“Don wan yous to be mad at me anymow,’” you whisper, tears causing small stains to appear on Nats grey tank top. Her face softens, and her arms wrap around your body, holding you against her.

“Sweet girl, mama’s not angry with you anymore, mama was just busy and hadn’t been able to spend time with you,” she explains, feeling guilty when she heard you sniffle. “I promise I’m not mad, ok sweetheart?”

You nod and look up at her, connecting your lips to hers in a soft kiss. Nat finally understood why you were having a hard time like Wanda told her. She was beating around the bush when she mentioned you weren’t doing well. You were just worried that your mama hated you, and that you were still in trouble for something you didn’t do.

“I’ll be sure to ask before I assume next time, ok?” You nod and smile up at her, kissing her cheek and nuzzling your nose into her neck. The three of you sat on the couch for quite a while, holding each other and reassuring you.

Nat knew she messed up, but she was so glad that you came to her and asked for forgiveness. But she knew better than to allow you to ask for forgiveness, as it was her that should be asking.

And you did forgive her, loving her just the same as every other day you were with them.

#nonnie:) #may answers asks #natasha romanoff x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #into the tiny verse #the toy lion the scarlet witch and tiny in the wardrobe #wandanat x little reader #mommy wandanat x little reader #wandanat x Barnes!reader

[buckys-little-belle]

Baby’s New Favourite Bakery

Loki x Little!Reader/Wanda x Little!Reader (Gender neutral pronouns used)

“Hi! Could I pretty please request a Wanda x little!reader x Loki? Of course completely safe for work. If at all possible, could you do one where the reader is having a hard day, and they take the reader out to cheer them up. To the Zoo or something cute maybe?”

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Warnings - The following themes are very present - Eating, sweets, bakeries, forehead kisses.

Notes - I kind of have the relationship as Wanda and Loki are best friends (duh they are both misunderstood magic people, bestie material right there) and they take care of the reader as a team. (Wanda is “Mommy” and Loki is “Dada” or “Mama” (I wanted to make sure that the gender fluid aspect of Loki is represented, for me I feel like Loki (At least the Loki in this fic) goes by, and answers to, any and all pronouns)) Guess where they go to get donuts? (Dun Dun Dun … They are in the Cafe BigNSmall Universe)

Notes two - Sorry that this is a sub par fic, I just got the idea and ran with it, really hope y’all like it!

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“Have you seen our baby today?” Loki asked Wanda, the two of them sitting in their apartments living room. Wanda reading a book on a chair, while Loki typed up mission reports on his computer while sprawled out on the couch.

“Give me a second.” The redhead responded, closing her eyes to focus her thoughts. “They are in their bedroom. They seems sad, I can’t tell why though.” Wanda’s voice grew worried.

“Baby!” Loki called out as she stood from the couch, his computer long forgotten, quickly making his way towards Y/n’s room, Wanda following right behind.

The two of them stood outside the door, waiting for Y/n to come barreling out like they usually did. When no noise could be heard loki spoke up again. “Wanda just read their mind, please.”

Before Wanda could even contemplate reading their mind Y/n opened the door slightly. “Don’ do it mommy.” Their tired voice said, Y/n’s eyes slightly swollen, a few tears pooled. “‘m sorry for not answering, jus’ a little sad s’all.”

Loki crouched down, his dress pants straining at the knees as he met Y/n face to face. “And why are you sad baby?” She questioned, her face filled with worry.

“I don’ wanna talk ‘bout it dada.” They mumbled, the tears that were once pooled now making their down Y/n’s face. “Jus’ been a bad day.”

“You know what makes me feel better when I’ve had a bad day?” Wanda questioned, waiting for a verbal answer from Y/n, instead only getting a head shake ‘no’. “I like to get all dressed up and get donuts!” She said excitedly, a soft and welcoming smile plastered on her face.

“Why don’t we all put on our fancy suits we wore for Tony and Pepper’s wedding?” Loki chimed in, a large smile plastered on their face as well. “Once we look nice and fancy, we can go out and get some donuts, sound good baby?”

Wanda and Loki both stood still, waiting for an answer from Y/n. “‘m okay, but mama?” They asked, Loki gave a quick ‘yes’ as a response. “Can we walk to the donuts?”

“Of course we can baby.” Loki stated, he finally stood up, giving his baby a quick forehead kiss before everyone went to their respected rooms to get dressed.

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Wanda and Loki were both stood by the door, dressed to the nines for a quick donut date with their baby. “Um, help.” Y/n called out. When The two of them got to Y/n’s door they saw Y/n sat on their bed, their suit on and their hair styled as best as they could, two fancy shoes placed below their feet. “Can someone put m’shoes on?” They mumbled embarrassingly.

“Of course baby.” Wanda chuckled as she began to move her hands, the red magic quickly enveloping the fancy shoes and placing them on Y/n’s feet.

“Tank you mommy!” Y/n cheered. Loki and Wanda both looked at each other knowingly, clearly their baby was already happier than earlier, which meant their plan was working.

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“Okay this is the one!” Loki called out, the small sign out front letting them know they were at the “Cafe BigNSmall” Cafe, one Bucky had recommended to Wanda before.

“Yay! Dada, wanna get matching donuts?” Y/n exclaimed, clearly happy to be getting donuts.

“Hey! What about mommy?” Wanda called out, only two steps behind Loki and Y/n yet feeling left out.

“Mommy can have a matching one too!” Y/n cheered, Wanda grasping their cheeks lightly and bending down to kiss their forehead, whispering a ‘thank you’ as Loki opened the door.

“Mmmm can we get da pink ones?” Y/n asked, looking towards Loki and Wanda for some sort of permission.

“Of course baby.” Loki called out, their voice accidentally booming through the whole store. Trying to hide from the stares of those in the cafe they wrapped their arms around Y/n’s shoulders. Their chin resting on the top of Y/n’s head.

“Why don’t you two go find a seat while I order?” Loki mentioned, her arms unwrapping from Y/n’s shoulders and instead nudging Wanda towards the booth seats.

“Come on baby, let’s get one with a good view of the street!” Wanda said as the two of them hurried away hand in hand.

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“Okay.” Loki huffed, placing a plate with three pink donuts down, one hand still behind her back. “I have a surprise.” She said slyly.

Y/n jumped up and down in their seat excitedly. “What is it mama?!?!” They called out, excited to see what else their mama had brought them.

“I got us all a hot chocolate to share.” Bucky said lowly as he placed a coffee mug filled with hot chocolate on the table.

“EEEEEP” Y/n squealed, hot chocolate was a huge deal, only brought out for special occasions.

While Y/n greedily took the first, second, third, and fourth sip of hot chocolate, Wanda leaned over towards Loki. “Why didn’t you ask me about the hot chocolate first?” She said angrily, knowing all this sugar meant an insane baby at bedtime.

“Because, I knew you would say no.” Loki laughed, looking towards his baby and wrapping an arm around Wanda. “You know you love me.” He joked. Wanda giving a sly smile back, she’ll get him back thats for sure. Maybe just happen to be busy at bath-time for the next week or so…

#buckys little belle #little!reader #age regression fic #age regression #wanda x reader #wanda x little!reader #Wanda x little reader #wanda x y/n #loki x reader #loki x little!reader #loki x little reader #loki x y/n

[midastouch013]

Her Caregiver

TO THE ANON: I'm so sorry, I lost your request, but I hope this meets what you had requested

Summary: Natasha Romanoff has always managed to keep her little secret a secret, but what happens when she gets jealous of how you care for Wanda?

Warnings: Little/Caregiver, Jealousy, Little Nat, Little Wanda

P.S. Sorry for being so late, there was this retreat and there wasn't any reception there. Plus, I'm not sure if this is exactly how Caregiver and Little fics work, but I hope you like it.

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Natasha Romanoff sat in her room, her gaze drifting towards the stuffed animals arranged neatly on her bed. She had always been drawn to the softness and comfort they provided, a stark contrast to the harsh reality of her life as an Avenger. But there was something deeper behind her fascination with these childish trinkets, something she had never fully acknowledged until now.

She glanced at the door, her heart racing with uncertainty. She had been harboring a secret, one she hadn't dared to share with anyone, not even her closest friends. Natasha Romanoff, the Black Widow, was a little.

The thought both terrified and excited her. Terrified because she feared judgment and rejection from her peers. Excited because she longed for the care and comfort she had never allowed herself to experience. But most of all, she longed for someone to understand her, to see past the tough exterior she presented to the world.

That someone, she realized, was you.

You, her teammate, her friend, the one person she trusted above all others. She knew you had a kind heart and a gentle touch, qualities she desperately craved in a caregiver. But how could she ever admit such vulnerability to you? How could she risk tarnishing the image of the fearless Avenger you admired?

Natasha sighed, her fingers tracing the edges of a plush bear. She wished she could be brave enough to ask for what she needed, to shed the weight of her secrets and be truly seen. But fear held her back, fear of rejection, fear of ridicule, fear of being deemed unworthy of love.

And so, she buried her desires deep within her heart, locking them away behind walls of steel. But even the strongest barriers couldn't contain the longing in her soul, the ache for connection that refused to be silenced.

And so, a series of events were to set that day, one that would make her have you, as her caregiver, maybe even something more.

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In the quiet of the Avengers compound, a sudden disruption shattered the tranquility. Wanda Maximoff stumbled into the common area, her usually composed demeanor replaced by one of vulnerability. Sensing something amiss, you approached her, concern etched across your features.

"Hey, Wanda, what's wrong?" you asked gently, kneeling beside her as she curled up on the couch.

Wanda looked up at you with wide, tear-filled eyes. "I-I don't know," she whimpered softly.

"It's okay, sweetheart. You're safe here," you assured her, offering a comforting smile. "Do you want a blanket?"

She nodded, sniffling, and you quickly fetched a blanket, wrapping it around her trembling form. Wanda leaned into your embrace, finding solace in the warmth you provided.

Meanwhile, Natasha observed from a distance, a pang of envy stirring within her. She watched as you comforted Wanda, offering the kind of care and tenderness that the redhead secretly longed for herself.

As Wanda began to relax under your gentle ministrations, Natasha couldn't help but approach, her curiosity getting the better of her.

"Is she okay?" Natasha inquired softly, her eyes flickering between you and Wanda.

"Yeah, she just slipped into her little space," you explained, shooting Natasha a reassuring smile. "She'll be alright, though."

Natasha nodded, but the jealousy still gnawed at her, a silent reminder of her own unspoken desires.

Feeling a sudden urge to help, Natasha joined you and Wanda, offering her assistance.

"Can I help?" Natasha asked, her voice gentle.

"Of course, Nat. Can you grab her favorite stuffed animal from her room?" you suggested.

Natasha nodded and disappeared momentarily, returning with Wanda's beloved toy. She handed it to Wanda with a soft smile, and Wanda's face lit up at the sight of it.

With Natasha's help, you continued to comfort Wanda, ensuring she felt safe and loved in her vulnerable state.

Later, when you and Natasha found yourselves alone, Natasha couldn't resist commenting on your compassion.

"Hey, I just wanted to say… you're really good with her," Natasha admitted, a hint of admiration in her voice.

"Thanks, Nat. I just want to make sure she feels safe and loved," you replied sincerely.

Natasha nodded, but there was a sadness in her eyes that you couldn't quite place.

"Are you okay?" you asked, sensing her unease.

Natasha forced a smile. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just tired, I guess."

You accepted her answer, but couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to Natasha's emotions than she let on.

As the evening wore on, Natasha's jealousy and insecurity continued to fester, gnawing at her from the inside out. Feeling overwhelmed, she excused herself from the common area and retreated to the solitude of her room.

Alone in the dimly lit space, Natasha paced back and forth, her mind swirling with conflicting emotions. She knew she shouldn't let herself succumb to her little space, that she needed to remain strong and in control. But the more she fought against it, the more the longing tugged at her heartstrings.

"I can't let this happen," she muttered to herself, clenching her fists in frustration. "I have to stay in control."

But the more she fought against it, the stronger the pull became, until Natasha found herself sinking onto her bed, her resolve crumbling like sand between her fingers. Tears pricked at her eyes as she surrendered to the overwhelming tide of emotion.

"I'm sorry," she whispered to no one in particular, feeling the weight of her own inadequacy bear down upon her.

Meanwhile, you couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled in the pit of your stomach. Natasha's sudden disappearance hadn't gone unnoticed, and you knew that she was struggling with something deeper than she let on.

Determined to offer her support, you made your way to her room, the hallway stretching out before you like an endless expanse of uncertainty. With each step, your concern grew, mingling with a sense of urgency that propelled you forward.

Standing before Natasha's closed door, you took a deep breath, steeling yourself for what lay ahead. You raised your hand and knocked softly, the sound echoing in the silence of the hallway.

"Natasha?" you called out tentatively, your voice barely above a whisper. "Are you in there?"

Inside the room, Natasha's heart skipped a beat at the sound of your voice. She hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to respond. But deep down, she knew that she couldn't keep her struggles hidden forever.

"Come in" she said softly, so soft that you almost missed it.

As you stepped into Natasha's room, your eyes fell upon her huddled form on the bed, her posture small and vulnerable. For a moment, you were taken aback, the sight of Natasha in her little state catching you completely off guard.

"Natasha?" you murmured softly, your voice laced with genuine surprise. "I… I didn't realize…"

But before you could finish your sentence, you noticed the way Natasha's shoulders tensed, her expression shifting from vulnerability to embarrassment. It was as if she had been caught in a moment of weakness, a side of herself she had never intended for anyone to see.

Feeling a pang of guilt for intruding upon her private moment, you quickly reassured her, "It's okay, Natasha. You don't have to explain anything to me."

But Natasha recoiled slightly, her gaze averted as she wrapped her arms around herself protectively. She felt exposed, as if the carefully constructed walls she had built around herself had crumbled to dust, leaving her vulnerable and exposed.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't mean for you to see me like this."

You approached her slowly, your movements gentle and deliberate as you reached out a hand to offer her comfort. "It's okay, Natasha," you repeated softly. "You don't have to apologize for being yourself."

But Natasha couldn't shake the feeling of shame that gnawed at her from within. She had spent so long hiding this part of herself from the world, afraid of being judged or rejected. And now, with you standing before her, seeing her at her most vulnerable, she couldn't help but feel a sense of overwhelming inadequacy.

As you sat beside Natasha on the bed, a sense of determination washed over you. You refused to let Natasha grapple with her inner turmoil alone, especially now that you knew about this vulnerable side of her.

With gentle determination, you wrapped your arms around Natasha, pulling her into a comforting embrace. She tensed at first, still feeling the weight of embarrassment and shame, but gradually, she began to relax into your touch, allowing herself to be held.

"I'm here for you, Natasha," you whispered softly, your voice a soothing balm to her wounded soul. "You don't have to face this alone."

Natasha's breath hitched as tears welled up in her eyes, the floodgates of emotion threatening to overwhelm her. But you held her steady, offering her the strength and support she so desperately needed.

With a trembling hand, you brushed away her tears, your touch gentle and reassuring. "Let me take care of you," you murmured, your words a promise of unwavering love and support.

As Natasha nestled into your comforting embrace, her vulnerability laid bare before you, you knew that she needed more than just words of reassurance. With tender care, you gently brushed her hair away from her tear-stained cheeks, your touch eliciting a soft sigh from her trembling lips.

"Shh, it's okay, Natasha," you whispered soothingly, your voice a gentle melody in the quiet of her room. "You're safe here with me."

Natasha's breath hitched as she struggled to contain her emotions, but with your steady presence by her side, she began to relax into your embrace, allowing herself to be held.

In a moment of instinctive tenderness, you brought your thumb to your lips, offering it to Natasha. At first, she hesitated, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment, but you urged her gently, encouraging her to trust you.

"Here, Natasha," you murmured softly, your voice laced with warmth and affection. "It's okay to seek comfort in whatever way you need."

With a shaky breath, Natasha tentatively took your thumb into her mouth, her lips wrapping around it instinctively as she sought solace in the simple act of sucking. A sense of calm washed over her as she melted into your embrace, the rhythmic motion soothing her frayed nerves.

You smiled tenderly at her, your heart swelling with love and admiration for this strong and resilient woman who had entrusted you with her vulnerability. With each gentle stroke of your thumb against her lips, you offered her the comfort and care she so desperately needed, reaffirming your unwavering support for her.

And as Natasha nestled closer to you, her breathing slow and steady, you knew that in that moment, you had helped her find peace amidst the chaos of her inner turmoil. Together, you shared a bond that transcended words, a silent understanding forged in the crucible of vulnerability and acceptance.

With a contented sigh, Natasha closed her eyes, her grip on your thumb loosening as she drifted into a peaceful slumber. And as you held her close, you vowed to always be there for her, to offer her comfort and care whenever she needed it, for as long as she would have you by her side.

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As Natasha stirred from her peaceful slumber, she blinked groggily, the remnants of sleep still clinging to her mind. Her heart skipped a beat as she realized she was no longer nestled in your comforting embrace, a sense of panic threatening to overtake her.

Frantically, she scanned the room, her eyes darting around in search of your familiar presence. But to her dismay, you were nowhere to be found, leaving her feeling abandoned and alone once more.

A wave of sadness washed over Natasha as she struggled to contain her rising emotions. Just when she thought she had found solace in your care, you had disappeared without a trace, leaving her feeling more vulnerable than ever before.

With a heavy sigh, Natasha felt herself slipping back into her little space, her defenses crumbling as she sought refuge from the overwhelming sense of abandonment. She curled up on the bed, her thumb finding its way to her lips once more as she sought comfort in the familiar ritual.

But just as Natasha was on the brink of succumbing to her inner turmoil, the sound of footsteps echoed in the hallway, drawing her attention away from her troubled thoughts. Hope blossomed in her chest as she heard the familiar sound of your voice, dispelling the darkness that threatened to consume her.

And then, to her immense relief, you appeared in the doorway, a warm smile gracing your lips as you greeted her with a tender gaze.

"Hey, Natasha," you said softly, your voice filled with warmth and affection. "I'm sorry I was gone for a moment. I just needed to use the washroom."

As Natasha took in your reassuring presence, a sense of calm washed over her, dispelling the last traces of her anxiety. She felt a surge of gratitude for your unwavering support, knowing that no matter how lost she felt, you would always be there to guide her through the darkness.

With a contented sigh, Natasha reached out to you, her small hand seeking yours in a silent gesture of gratitude and affection. And as you took her hand in yours, a sense of peace settled over her, knowing that with you by her side, she could weather any storm that came her way. As you sat beside Natasha, her hand in yours, a question lingered at the forefront of your mind. With a gentle squeeze of her hand, you summoned the courage to voice your curiosity.

"Natasha," you began softly, "do you know why you went into your little space earlier?"

Natasha's breath caught in her throat at your question, her heart racing with uncertainty. She had never intended for you to find out about this vulnerable side of her, and now that you were asking her about it, she felt a wave of apprehension wash over her.

"I... I don't know," she murmured hesitantly, her gaze flickering away from yours. "I guess... I guess I just felt overwhelmed."

You studied her carefully, sensing that there was more to her answer than she was letting on. "Is there something else, Natasha?" you pressed gently, your voice filled with concern.

Natasha hesitated for a moment, her mind racing as she grappled with her inner turmoil. But then, with a shaky breath, she found the courage to speak her truth.

"I... I've always wanted to hide my little space from everyone," she admitted quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't want anyone to know about this vulnerable side of me, especially not you."

The confession hung heavy in the air between you, a silent acknowledgment of Natasha's deepest fears and insecurities. And in that moment, you realized just how much she had been struggling, how much she had been hiding from you all this time.

"I'm sorry, Natasha," you murmured softly, your heart aching for her pain. "I had no idea."

But to your surprise, Natasha offered you a small smile, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "It's okay," she whispered, her voice filled with gratitude. "You couldn't have known."

A silence passed between you, and you could sense that she was debating on whether to tell you, so you stayed quiet, and waited.

As Natasha gathered her courage to share her feelings, she took a deep breath, her eyes meeting yours with a mixture of vulnerability and determination.

"I… I need to tell you something," she began softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

You listened intently, your heart pounding in your chest as you waited for Natasha to speak.

"I was… I was jealous of Wanda," Natasha admitted, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "When I saw you with her, offering her comfort… I couldn't help but feel envious."

Her confession took you by surprise, a pang of guilt tugging at your heart as you realized the impact your actions had unknowingly had on Natasha.

"I'm sorry, Natasha," you murmured softly, reaching out to take her hand in yours. "I didn't mean to make you feel that way."

But Natasha shook her head, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. "It's not your fault," she reassured you gently. "I know you were just trying to help."

You studied her carefully, a sense of admiration swelling within you at her honesty and vulnerability. Despite her struggles, Natasha had found the courage to open up to you, to share her deepest fears and insecurities.

"Natasha," you began tentatively, your voice filled with sincerity, "I want you to know that I'm not Wanda's actual caregiver. I was just there to offer her comfort when she needed it."

To your relief, Natasha's smile widened, her eyes sparkling with understanding. "I know," she replied softly. "And I'm sorry for jumping to conclusions."

With a sense of relief washing over you, you reached out to squeeze Natasha's hand in yours, a silent gesture of solidarity and support.

"Natasha," you whispered, your voice barely above a whisper, "would you let me be your caregiver? Not just as a friend, but as something more?"

For a moment, Natasha's breath caught in her throat, her eyes widening in surprise at your heartfelt request. But then, to your immense relief, she nodded, a radiant smile spreading across her face.

"Yes," she whispered, her voice filled with warmth and affection. "Yes, I would like that very much."

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[imhereformarvelwomen]

Oo oo Wanda x little!reader going to the park an playin on the swings an seeing frogs and ducks in the lake!

Thank u @fluffyblanketgecko for my first request / prompt!

You woke up from your nap, well, It was supposed to be a movie day with Wanda since she was off work today. But the comfort of cuddling with her on the soft sofa was easily enough for you to drift off.

Wanda was in the kitchen making some lunch for you, little sandwich triangles, some fruits and biscuits. You looked around dazed, looking for her from the sofa. “Mommmyyyy??” Came your confused call.

Wanda walked in “I’m here baby, did you have a nice nap?” She stroked your hair out of your face. “Mhm” you nodded clutching your favourite stuffy to your body.

“So, would you like to keep watching movies, or we could go to the park? It’s a very nice day.” You took a minute to process and think about the question, wanda was patient as always. “Wanna go out.” Wanda picked you up from under your armpits and stood you up on the sofa. “Okay sweetheart, let’s just get your hair brushed, it’s gotten a bit tangly from your sleeping.” You grumbled but knew it wasn’t worth arguing over, the faster mommy did your hair the faster you could go to the park.

Wanda brushed your hair out making sure not to pull too hard, once she was finished she patted your back twice, signalling you to get down from the sofa. “You wait by the door while mommy gets your lunch packed up okay?” “Mkay” you said, waking to the door and putting your boots on, Wanda was very impressed when she got to the door with your packed lunch. “Wow! You got your shoes on all by yourself how clever.” you hummed “well cauz they don’t have no laces see” you held your boot up, almost falling over. “Oh yes yes I see” wanda chuckled putting her hands on your shoulders to stabilise you. “Now, Hold mommy’s hand and let’s get going”

You held Wandas hand all the way to the car. What an achievement for your explorative self, you normally wondered to investigate anything that caught your eye. But you was good today, and held onto your mommy. Wanda unlocked the car and picked you up, putting you in the passenger seat and doing up your seatbelt. She shut your door, walked round the car, and got in the drivers seat. “And we’re off!” She smiled at you.

You arrived at the park, well the car park of the park. Wanda got out and got the pack lunch basket out of the back of the car, before coming to you and getting you out. You saw the swing park out of the corner of your eye and started to walk over, paying no attention to moving cars. “Woahhhh” wanda quickly ran over and grabbed your arm. “You have got to hold mommy’s hand until I say okay?” You looked at the floor wiggling your feet around. Wanda lifted your head with her hand so you were looking eye to eye. “I wouldn’t want to be bringing auntie Nat a squished baby now would I? She would be very upset at me…” She said jokingly. You let out a little chuckle then thought for a moment. “Sorry mommy” you said honestly. “It’s okay honey, now let’s go play on those swings huh?” You quickly nodded multiple times making Wanda laugh. You walked into the park and turnt left into the swing park. Wanda pushed the gate open, you went straight for the swings, those were your favourite for sure. Wanda lifted you up and sat you on the swing, and started pushing you. “Higher mommy!” Wanda pushed harder, “higher mommy!” You repeated. “If I push you any higher your feet will touch the sun!” She chuckled.

When you had your fun Wanda slowed and you got off. “Do you want to go on the slide?” Wanda asked, pointing it out in an excited voice. “No wanna see ducks” you said, it was already planned next in your mind. “Oh okay, cmon then” she took your hand and pushed the gate open, leading you through and to the lake. “Wow lookie lookie” you pointed at the frog jumping in. Wanda sat herself down a bit further back with the basket. “What a pretty frog, uncle Pietro likes frogs you know?” You didn’t know that. “Take it home?” You Asked. “No sorry honey we can’t, he lives here with all the duck friends”

You hummed in agreement, you would make uncle pietro a frog drawing instead you thought.

Wanda got the packed lunch out, and set it out over the little blanket that was in the top of the basket. You were mesmerised by the ducks, and Wanda was mesmerised by you. She tapped you on the shoulder, you turned round and she handed you a little triangle sandwich. “Thank youuu” you said happily.

Wanda got a big sandwich out and started eating it, she shuffled next to you, closer to the lake, and wrapped her arm around you shoulder. “Love you mommy” you said gently almost making Wanda squeeze you from a cuteness overload. “Love you too sweetie”.

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#wanda x little!reader #wanda x reader

[widowbitessting]

Flower Petals on the Floor

Word Count: 996

Rating: General with fluffy scenes. SFW!

Summary: All you wanted to do was surprise the Trio! at work. But the stupid security guard is set on ruining your plan.

Dom!Natasha Romanoff, Dom!Wanda Maximoff, Dom!Carol Danvers x Sub!Reader

(I swear I'm not an idiot. I got asks and I lost them. Can I find them? No. I remember it being along the lines of 'a security guard not letting Baby past' so nonnie I am sorry for losing your ask. Just label me stupid I guess. Again, it’s not the best thing I’ve written but I hope you all enjoy nonetheless)

xoxo

It was supposed to be a surprise. 

A midweek visit as your classes were called off. 

You’d even bought a small bouquet of flowers for each of them. 

But would the stupid security man let you in?

No.

No matter what you tried to say, he just wasn’t having it. 

“Listen! They know who I am, just let me up!” 

“No. Your name isn’t on the list, meaning you can’t come in.” He tells you. “Now go and bug someone else.” 

You glower at him, officially irriated. 

“I am not bugging - how many times do I have to tell you? I’m their girlfriend!” 

“That’s what they all say. I wasn’t born yesterday.” 

“Listen boogers for brains, I don’t know who pissed in your coffee this morning; but I’m here to surprise my girlfriends ‘cos they’re stressed out of their minds and you’re sort of ruining it!”

“Heard it all before, love. Now beat it.” 

He shoves you and you stumble back. 

“Hey!” 

“Get out of my building, doll face.” 

“Who are you -” 

“I will personally remove you if I have to. Leave.” 

He tries to shove you again but you manage to scurry back.

You glare at him.

“Fine. Fine. I’m going. There’s no need to push me. God.” 

You stomp out of the reception area and back out the pristine glass doors, where the horrible weather is waiting to soak you. 

“Fucking stupid…butt face.” 

You stop as the door swings shut behind you and pull your phone out of your pocket; texting the Trio.

Y/N (13:14): Hypothetically…if I was trying to get into your building…what would I need to do?

Carol (13:14): Well hello to you too, cutie. 

Carol (13:14):  We’d have to put you on the OK list; get you a Visitor ID sorted and so on. Why?

You groan. 

Why is nothing ever simple?

Y/N (13:15): No reason

Wanda (13:15): Are you downstairs, baby?

Y/N (13:16): Maybe…? I’m outside…

Natasha (13:15): Go back inside love, we’ll be there in a minute❤️

You quickly do as you’re told, rushing back into the warmth of the building. 

Only, you’re met with the same security man as before. 

He’s glaring at you. 

“Listen love, if you wanted to be handcuffed this badly, all you had to do was ask.” 

“What?”

He throws your flowers to the ground and spins you around so fast that you don’t even have the time to make a sarcastic comment. 

The cold bite of his handcuffs snag at your skin. 

“Listen -” 

“No, you listen to me, I’ve had enough of your shit. You’re in detainment until the cops get here, is that understood?”

“Cops? But wait -” 

“Save it.” 

This has to be the most mortifying ordeal of your life. 

Everyone in the open reception space is looking at you and you really don’t know what to do. 

And to make it worse, your left shoe keeps squeaking.

“I can’t - I can’t go to jail!” 

“Should have thought of that sooner, love.” 

He moves you so easily that you make the mental note to start going to the gym. 

Dragging you towards the turnstiles. 

He scans his ID and pushes you through.

Taking you towards the back door when - 

“Greg, any reason you’ve got our girlfriend by the wrists?” Natasha’s voice has you both stopping and you just want to sob in relief. 

She glares at the man holding you, raising an eyebrow. 

“Oh thank god.” You mutter. 

“Yeah, that’s kind of our job.” Carol adds. 

“Told you I wasn’t lying.” You glare back at him.

“I was just -” 

“Being disrespectful to someone who we care about.” Natasha buts in. “Forget being professional, you were being downright rude. Uncuff her. Right now.” 

“Yes, ma’am. Sorry ma’am.” 

He lets you go and you quickly move to stand closer to your women; Wanda’s hand quickly finds your waist and holds you close. 

“Do you do this to all the visitors that aren’t on the all clear?” Carol asks, putting her hands into her pant pockets. 

If things hadn’t been so disastrous, you’d have found it incredibly hot. 

…Maybe you still do…

“I - no. I…” 

“Go on. We’re waiting.” Wanda snaps. 

“I was told to make sure no one got in if they’re not on the all clear.”

“And how do we ensure people do get on the all clear?” Natasha asks, as if she’s speaking to a 1 year old, 

“Having one of the reception team buzz up to Kate…”

“And did you do that?” Wanda asks.

“No…”

“Why not?” Says Carol. 

“…she…she was testing my patience!”

“And the reasonable thing to do was handcuff our girlfriend and cause a scene?”

“I was handling it accordingly.”

“He hurt my arms.” You pout and nestle into Wanda, hiding your smile. 

“I think we should have a little chat, Greg, don’t you think? Bring in the Head of Security too?”

The man visibly pales.

“I think that sounds wonderful.” Natasha adds on. “You’re dismissed. We’ll contact you later when we’re ready.” 

And just like that, he’s gone. Practically vanishing in thin air.

“Are you okay, my love?” Carol asks, looking you over and inspecting your wrists. She clocks the red marks where the handcuffs were too tight. 

“I’m gonna kill him.” Natasha growls, pulling you in for a tight hug. “My poor girl.”

“We’re gonna put you on the clearance list and get you an ID sorted.” Wanda says. “So you can come straight up next time.”

“Okay.” You pout. “I brought you flowers but he…” You point to the flowers littered on the floor. 

“Aw, baby girl.” Natasha sighs. “We appreciate the gesture. C’mon. Wanna come see where we work?”

You nod. 

Natasha takes your hand and leads you to the elevators. 

They open almost as soon as you get there and the four of you walk inside. 

Carol presses their floor and you grin up at her. 

Until she asks:

“Baby girl. Where’s your coat?”

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