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Something old, something new

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader

Word count: ~4.4k

Summary: New experiences

A/N: This is not inspired by anything, idk what you mean.

Warnings: fluff, slight angst, mentions of kink/BDSM, smut

You take a deep breath as the car rolls to a stop at the curb. You have to remind yourself that everything is going to be fine, and that you have prepared as much as possible for what tonight will bring. You were venturing out of your comfort zone, and visiting a brand-new club downtown that you’d heard about through the grapevine. First at work someone mentioned a ‘sex club’ in the city, and you’d brushed off the idea. It sounded ridiculous, even in a city as liberal as this one. 

Then you heard about it again a couple of months later. You heard about the grand opening that was happening and how their doors would be open to anyone for just one night. Anyone who agreed to sign the many, many pages of waivers and contracts. 

The grand opening of the city’s first BDSM club was tonight, and you had somehow convinced yourself to check it out. 

You run your hands down your front with another sigh before you dare to open the door and get out of the car. You’d gotten a ride tonight because you had no idea what to expect and if you just ended up getting wasted, you didn’t want to worry about your car. 

You push down your nerves and shut the door behind you, and head straight for the front of the line as you’d been told to do. You ignore the couple of protests you hear as you take your ID out of your pocket and show it to the already frowning bouncer. When he sees it, he just smiles before ushering you inside and directing you toward one of the people inside with a clipboard.

You take the stack of papers that are handed to you and you skim them as you walk further into the club. The quiet music and the sounds of chatter grow louder as you turn to the last page in front of you. You sign your initials a dozen times then your full name at the bottom of the last page before handing it to another woman waiting at the end of the hallway. She offers you a smile, and you return it with one you’re sure is a little forced. 

“Enjoy and stay safe.” 

You nod and try not to think about how you could land yourself into trouble. You need to focus on why you’re here. 

To explore.

You do your best not to stare at any one, or group of people for too long as you glance around. You see a variety of people, in various states of dress. Someone has a woman who’s kneeling at her feet and staring up at her with a hungry look. She’s wearing a collar that’s attached to a leather leash. You look away before your thoughts wander too far, and you end up looking at the bar that has an impressive selection of booze. 

You’re tempted to try something new, but you know that you should keep a clear head for tonight. You want to enjoy it as much as possible, and you want to remember it as much as possible. 

You take a second to relax your shoulders as you slide onto a stool with a small smile. You are a couple of stools away from the closest patron, but you focus on the bottles in front of you instead of worrying about sticking out. 

You’d dressed up for the occasion, and you try to feel as confident as some of the other women around you. You know that you look good in your dress, but as it rides up your thighs when you cross your legs, you feel a hint of self-consciousness creep up on you. 

“What can I get you, hon?” 

You ask for your go-to drink and wait patiently for it to arrive. You allow your gaze to wander a bit, and you have to look away twice when you accidentally make eye contact with two women. It takes you a few more seconds to realize that there are only women in this club. 

Your drink is set in front of you and you mutter a thank you as your eyes scan the room once again. It’s a busy opening night and you wonder how many of these women are going to end up in one of the private rooms that you’d heard about. 

“You look tense. Do you need something stronger?” 

You turn around at the same time that you register the feeling of a hand on your lower back. You’re met with a pair of beautiful eyes that are bright with interest and something else that you can’t immediately place. You can’t help the blood that rushes to your cheeks when you realize that the brunette in front of you is stunning. You’re glad to already be sitting because you’re sure that you would have stumbled back, maybe swooned at the sight of this woman if you’d been on your feet. 

You completely forget to answer her question, and instead let your eyes stray over her expensive clothes and her captivating gaze. 

“Or maybe not?” 

You hear her chuckle, but it still takes a few seconds for you to tear your gaze away from her deep red suit and the gold necklace that drops low enough that you realize you’re staring at the swell of her cleavage. Your face is flushed by the time you meet her gaze again, and it deepens when you realize you’d been caught. You try to ignore the smirk you’re met with as you clear your throat and turn back to your drink. You shake your head before turning toward her with a shy smile. You lean back against her hand and hum under your breath before gesturing to the seat beside you. 

“I’m fine. Thank you though. Would you like to sit?” 

You’re surprised your words come out in the proper order because your mouth feels dry and you’re suddenly not sure what you’d planned to do here tonight at all. You suddenly don’t care if you end up sitting here all night. Hell, if you keep present company, you’ll consider yourself lucky.

“You seem nervous. First time in a place like this?” 

You can’t stop yourself from blushing slightly. Is it that obvious? You realize you don’t have to answer this question when you see the amused glint in your company’s eyes. You eventually sigh in defeat before nodding and muttering under your breath. 

“Yes.” 

When she sits down beside you, her hand leaves you and you have to remind yourself not to show your disappointment. You watch as the bartender comes up almost immediately and takes her order. She doesn’t look away from you as she asks for an Old Fashioned. 

“Well, what do you think?” 

You aren’t sure what you’d expected, but the genuine interest makes you pause. You’d thought about giving a generic answer that was only half true, but for some reason you want to be honest. She makes you want to tell the truth, despite only having spoken with her for 30 seconds. 

You glance around again until your gaze falls on a pair of women, you think at least, in a dark corner making out like there’s no one else in the room. There are hands in places you can’t see, and the way they’re moving against each other makes you think that they’ll be horizontal soon, or at least they should be. 

“It’s not what I expected, but somehow…I expected that.” 

When a drink is placed between you two, you look back toward the brunette who’s wearing a contemplative look. She’s crossed her legs and she reaches out for her drink with sigh. You watch mesmerized as she takes a sip without breaking eye contact with you. 

“Do you like any of what you saw? Does it appeal to you?” 

You finish off your drink and let your thoughts wander to the woman on a leash. That doesn’t really appeal to you, but the idea of being at someone’s mercy, putting your trust in them makes your head spin. You’re brought back to the present by a gentle touch of a hand that disappears far too quickly for your liking.

“I can tell from your expression that you do.” 

You summon your earlier confidence and lean against the bar with a smirk as you pluck the cherry from your drink. You pop it into your mouth and you smile sweetly when you’re fixed with a darkening gaze. 

“Why so curious? Are you interested?” 

You don’t let yourself hope that she is interested. You would love nothing more than to be introduced to this world by a beautiful, confident woman. You’d allow her to sweep you off your feet, or bring you to your knees. Whichever she wanted just so long as you had her attention. 

You feel your body flush with heat when your response is a low chuckle. You wait for the proposal that you know is coming. The way she rakes her eyes up and down your body makes you want to squirm in your seat. You can feel your need build as bare fingers graze yours and rest against your racing pulse. 

“You have no idea what I’m interested in.” 

It sounds like the closest thing you’ll get to an invitation; the way she emphasized the last two words. You’re not a patient person by nature, so you jump the gun and start to wonder when you’ll be able to steal a kiss. The thought makes your smile turn down into as passive an expression as you can manage given how eager you are. You’re sure she can see right through it, but that’s half the fun as far as you’re concerned. You want someone who will pay attention to detail, someone who can read you well. 

“Then why don’t you show me?” 

The next thing you know, you’re being led across the crowded club to an unknown destination. It’s not that it took much to get you on your feet. Nothing more than a heated look and a ‘follow me’ and now you’re wandering off to who knows where. You’re not concerned though because you feel at ease with the woman who seems to know exactly where she’s going. There’s a voice in the back of your head that’s warning you that you should be more cautious, but as you arrive to a dark, secluded hallway, your excitement drowns everything else out. 

Suddenly, she stops and you’re backed up against the wall before you can blink. You gasp in surprise, but the sound is quickly swallowed by soft lips against yours. You’re too caught up in the taste of her lips to respond to the soft yet possessive kiss, and by the time you regain some of your capacity for thought, she’s pulled away. 

You wait as she pins you with a hungry look as the hand that found its way to your shoulder drifts toward your neck. The silver necklace you wore that complemented your outfit briefly draws her attention. You hold your breath when she presses her fingers against your neck before they drift down toward the neckline of your dress.

“Listen…” 

When she just stares at you after she trails off you realize that she’s waiting for you to say something. You’re not sure what it is, but you go out on a limb and assume it’s an introduction. Considering what you imagine is coming next, you figure it’s the next logical step. 

“Y/n…?” 

You can see the amusement flash in her eyes, but she decides not to tease you and to focus on the matter at hand. Still, she hums in acknowledgement and lets her hand rest against your chest absentmindedly.

“Mmm beautiful name for a beautiful woman.” 

You feel the heat creeping up your neck, and try to look away to hide your blush, but your gaze is quickly guided back to hers with a firm hand on your chin.

“Listen, Y/n. I’m not looking for romance or anything like that.” 

You frown a little at the thought, but you don’t get to consider what you’re doing here before she’s clarifying her meaning. You feel your heart rate spike and your palms start to sweat at the idea of what she’s proposing. 

“I’m looking for a play thing. Interested?” 

You only have to think about it for a second. Although you’re not quite sure what it entails, your presence here at this club and the fact that this woman has held your attention from the moment you saw her, you can’t deny you’re interested. You’re pretty sure you’d do anything she asks you right now if there’s a chance you’ll get to spend the night with her. 

You nod in response and instead of the approval you’d anticipated, you receive a frown instead. She releases your chin as she shakes her head and takes a step back that leaves you cold and nearly panicky. 

“I need to hear you say it. Tell me that you want this.” 

You’re stuck on the idea of what this is as you open your mouth to respond. Can you really promise to be onboard if you don’t know exactly what will be waiting for you? While you’re becoming annoyed at yourself for worrying about semantics, you miss the brunette move toward you until she’s backed you into the wall again with her hands on either side of your head. You gasp in surprise but nearly moan when you feel her warm breath against your ear. She kisses your cheek before squeezing your hips with a sigh.

“Tell me you want me to show you all of the pleasures submission can bring.” 

You can’t stop the moan that passes your lips and your hips move without your consent only to meet resistance as hands drop down to pin you against the wall. You’re nodding in response despite knowing that it won’t be enough, but you can’t make your brain work well enough to form words. 

“I don’t like to repeat myself, detka. Tell me.” 

You aren’t sure what you say, but you’re sure it’s something along the lines of ‘yes please,’ and ‘God yes’. When you receive a kiss to your cheek you realize that your eyes had fallen closed. In front of you in the most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen, but unlike before, she looks like she’s struggling with her own self-control. You only see the eagerness in her eyes for a split second before she returns to her calm self who is speaking to you about sex as if she’s talking about the weather. 

“If this is something you’re interested, we’ll need to have ground rules before we can begin to explore.”

You find yourself nodding before you can stop, but you open your mouth before you can be chastised again. 

“II promise you’ll be in good hands. I should tell you now though that I’m a jealous Mistress. I don’t like to share.” 

Your breath catches at the title and you have to bite your lip to keep from moaning again. The imagery alone associated with the name makes you weak in the knees. 

“If you agree to be mine, you’ll be mine. No one else can have you.” 

You feel you breathing return to normal as you watch her leave you to open a door you just noticed hiding within the dark walls. While wondering what’s behind the door, you miss the curious look that’s directed toward you. She can tell you’re distracted, so she decides to take a step back and address something important.

“Is this still something you’re interested in?”

“Yes.” 

She keeps her hand on the door, but doesn’t move to open it as she shoots you a smile. 

“Good girl.”

You ignore the shiver that runs up your spine at her words. You stand up straight and take a step toward her before you even realize you’ve moved. You feel like you’re in a trace, but you can’t ignore the excitement that’s causing your heart to race. 

“Will you trust me to guide you through this? To teach you?” 

You watch as she reaches her free hand out for you with a curious look, and you don’t hesitate to meet her halfway. You stop though just short of touching her when something occurs to you. From your research, you’re aware that there are many possibilities to your next question, but instead of letting your mind run rampant, you figure you should just ask. 

“I do—um. What do I call you?” 

The sweet smile you receive in response is enough to convince you that you’re making the right choice. You grasp her hand and wait as she opens the door to one of the private rooms before you follow her inside, eager to see what awaits you both in the night ahead. 

“You may call me Wanda.” 

You think that the name fits her perfectly and you smile in response before allowing yourself to be led into the unknown.

The room is dimly lit and the first thing you notice is the large four poster bed in the middle of the room. Your focus only stays here for a moment because your eyes are drawn to the shelves full of all types of toys that make your face flush. You see whips and blindfolds, and things you can’t even identify. You turn away to try and stop your imagination from running wild, but your gaze lands on a large wooden cross that’s covered in leather. The ends have shackles on them and you feel your breath catch at the sight. 

“Look at me.” 

You don’t hesitate to turn to Wanda, and you find her reaching out for you. She places her hands on your shoulders before sliding them toward your neck to bury them in your hair. She twirls several locks around her fingers as she tries to capture your attention. 

“Tell me, Y/n. What do you like?” 

In any other situation, you could have pretended like she was asking about your general interests. However, given the fact that you’re standing in the middle of a kinky playroom, there’s no room for misinterpreting her question. You bite your lip as you glance around the room again before you shake your head. You look down in shame because despite all of the glorious possibilities, you don’t know what you want. 

“I-I don’t know.” 

Instead of a sigh of frustration or perhaps even a mocking laugh, you feel Wanda’s hand brush against your cheek and lift your head up so you’re meeting her reassuring gaze. 

“Then we’ll find out together.” 

You nod in response, but you’re unsure of how you’ll be able to figure out what you want to do when you have absolutely no experience with any of this. Well, most of it. You recognize some toys. 

As if sensing your doubt, Wanda brushes a lock of hair behind your ear with a small smile. 

“Know this. I won’t do anything without your explicit consent. Do you have a safeword?”

You open your mouth to say that you do, but the one you’ve used before seems ridiculous in this setting, so you shake your head. 

“No.” 

Wanda nods before releasing you and stepping back and running her hands down her jacket as if it wasn’t already perfect. 

“Okay. Let’s keep it simple, and go with the light system. ‘Red’ means stop everything now, ‘yellow’ slow down, and ‘green’ well that’s obvious.” 

You feel comforted by Wanda’s obvious concern for your well-being. Now that you’re reassured, you start to consider what happens next. You don’t get very far before Wanda moves so she’s standing beside you, and you both take a moment to consider your options.

“Now look around, and tell me what you feel.” 

Your first thought is intimidated. You could be easily overwhelmed if you try to consider how you would be able to handle each and every identifiable thing in front of you. Instead, you focus on what caught your attention first, and held it long enough to become a distinct possibility. 

“I…excited. Eager.” 

Wanda walks over to the shelves at the far wall and reaches out to run her fingers over the silk blindfolds laid out. 

“What excites you? What is it you want, detka?” 

You open your mouth to speak, but the words are caught in your throat. Wanda doesn’t give you time to free them as she moves along the wall and runs her fingers across each item she comes to. You feel your stomach clench at the sight of Wanda playing with the coils of rope that lay beside the blindfolds. 

“Do you want to be bound and at mercy of your Mistress?” 

Your mouth feels dry all of a sudden, and you don’t even bother trying to respond as Wanda turns on a dime and reaches for one of the riding crops propped against a large throne like chair. 

“Or do you want something in between pleasure and pain?” 

You feel your heart skip a beat at the thought of how many times you’ve wondered what it would be like to have someone spank you during sex. You don’t realize that Wanda is standing in front of you until the smell of her perfume invades your senses. You jump in surprise before you stiffen when you realize that she’s dragging the riding crop down your arm. 

“Tell me. What is it that you want?” 

You turn to Wanda and open your mouth to respond, but she shakes her head with a stern look. She takes you by the chin and turns you back toward the shelves in front of you. 

“Don’t look at me. Look and focus on how you feel. What is it that you want?” 

You don’t know what to say first as your mind fills with answers. You let your eyes fall closed as you think about what will make you feel the most. You can’t pick just one. 

“I want…I want it all. I want to try it all.” 

You feel your skin twitch as the crop leaves your arm and Wanda comes around behind you with a smile you can’t see. 

“I want to show you everything.” 

You shiver when she slides a hand up your arm and toward you neck before dropping toward your breasts. Your breath catches as she glides over your stomach and down to your thighs. Her touch sets your body alight and fills you with desire so strong you feel weak in the knees. 

“But tonight, I Just want you. I want to feel you lose control.”

Her hand pushes the hem of your dress higher up your thighs until she’s revealed the lace underneath. She brushes a finger between your legs and smiles at the confirmation that you’re already soaked. You bite back a moan as you fall into Wanda with a gasp.

“Is that what you want?” 

You continue to tremble against Wanda as her other hand slides up your stomach to squeeze your breast under your dress. You let out a moan that makes Wanda squeeze harder and your eyes slam shut at the overwhelming need you feel.

“Do you want me to make you fall apart?” 

Your head falls back against Wanda’s shoulder and you let out a breathy curse. “Shit, yes. Please.” 

Wanda pushes up your dress again just enough to slip her hand in your panties. You moan loudly and arch your back while rocking your hips into Wanda’s hand. She tightens her hold around you before pulling you close. Your heart is thundering in your chest and you don’t think you’ll last very long if Wanda keeps this up. You curse when you feel fingers tease your clit, and you open your eyes to see Wanda watching you in awe. 

“If you’re to be mine, you have to  be completely loyal to me. I am your Mistress.” 

Your hips continue to jump against every touch between your legs, and you begin to feel your mind go blank at Wanda’s words and ministrations.

“I am your everything. Give yourself to me.” 

Your body betrays you, and you sag further against Wanda as she holds you tight against her as she continues to please you. You moan as her fingers curl deep inside you as her thumb circles your aching clit. You’re nearly panting as you try to keep yourself from peaking too soon. 

“That’s it. You’re close, aren’t you?”

You nod frantically but you can’t speak. Your hips lose their rhythm against Wanda’s fingers and you know it won’t be long now. 

“If you want me to let you come, tell me who you belong to, detka.” 

You don’t hesitate to respond as enthusiastically as you can without being able to think straight. 

“You. I’m yours.” 

You feel Wanda smile against your neck as she kisses you and practically growls in your ear. 

“That’s right. You’re mine. No one gets to touch you but me. You’re all mine.” 

“Yes!” 

You reach out for the arm that’s still holding you tightly, and you gasp as you feel your orgasm crash over you. You shudder violently in Wanda’s arms and you’re barely able to support yourself as she continues to ease you through it. 

“You belong to me, Y/n.” 

You barely have time to nod before Wanda’s turning you to face her, and meeting your lips in a soft yet possessive kiss. You moan against her lips and break away too soon for her liking. Still, she lets you recover as you pant heavily against her front. She’s still keeping you on your feet, but you don’t seem to notice as you wait until your limbs start to work again. 

“Fuck, Wands. That was…”

You don’t have words to describe how fantastic you feel, but you realize they’re not needed when Wanda chuckles and kisses your cheek with a sigh. She removes her hand from between your legs and you have to stop yourself from whining from the loss. 

“We’re definitely buying a membership to this place.” 

You smile before nodding in agreement as you try and force yourself to your feet. You stager a bit which makes Wanda smile smugly. It’s gone by the time you turn around and meet her lips for another kiss. You wrap your arms around your beautiful wife’s waist and sigh before nodding in agreement. 

“Definitely.” 

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The Sticks

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader

Word count: 2015

Summary: Wanda needs a favor

A/N: I've been reading too many books about the mafia

Warnings: angst, fluff, minimal violence

You were surprised when Wanda called you only an hour after she left for work. You had been under the impression that she would be too busy to think, let alone take the time to reach out. She’d been working on something big recently, and despite not knowing details, you’d been able to see how it was taking a toll on Wanda. 

Whenever she got the chance to lie down for more than a few minutes, she was hardly sleeping. She was drinking more, and not just caffeine either. You were certain that if whatever she was working on didn’t wrap up soon, there would be long term consequences. 

You weren’t working because it was Sunday, so when your phone rings only a few minutes after you sit down in front of the television with Boone curled up near your feet, you frown. You stretch over your dog to grab the device and your eyes widen when you see your wife calling. You don’t hesitate to answer.

“Wanda? What’s up?” 

You listen carefully as Wanda tells you why she’s calling. Something’s gone wrong and when you can hear the frustration in her voice, you can’t help but wonder who’s going to be fired, or worse, for this. 

“I have an extra copy in the large safe. I wouldn’t ask you if it wasn’t an emergency.” 

You know for a fact that this is the truth. Wanda’s never asked you to help her with her work before. Even if it was something as insignificant as fetching some documents and delivering them to her, she prefers to have you as far away from her job as possible. You frown at the idea of having to do something like this, but Wanda seems to hear your reluctance through the phone.

“I have someone coming to pick you up, and then someone else will bring the folder to me.” 

You wonder why your presence is even necessary. Why can’t you just give the driver the papers and have them deliver them to Wanda? You can’t help but ask this and you hear Wanda begin to sigh before she catches herself. She knows that she’s asking a huge favor and that she needs to be patient. She also needs to convince you that you won’t have to do anything other than play courier. 

“No one can see what’s in there. I trust you, Y/n.” 

Any hope you had of denying Wanda disappears with her confession and you hold back a sigh as you stand up and roll your shoulders.

“Okay, I need to change, but then I’ll be ready.” 

You look down at your dog as you step over him to head to the stairs. Wanda’s thanking you and promising that your ride will be there soon before she hangs up to leave you both to fret about what you’ve just agreed to do. You aren’t surprised that Boone follows you upstairs as you stare at the closet and try to figure out what to wear. You’re not getting out of the car, but you figure you need to look a little more put together than you currently do. Even if it’s just for your driver’s sake. 

You throw on a long sleeve shirt and a jacket since it’s fairly cold out. You’re zipping up your jeans when you hear Boone run back downstairs. You figure your ride is here, and you hurry to the spare bedroom that has the ‘large safe’ where you’re hoping you’ll be able to find this supposed red file folder easily. 

You hear Boone bark downstairs and you curse as you open the closet and push aside the clothes that hang in front of you. You search for the back wall, and carefully push it to the side to reveal the safe room that Wanda had put in when you were out of town one weekend. She tries to never mention that you have one of these at home because she’s paranoid and doesn’t want anyone to go looking for it. As soon as she said ‘large safe’, you knew what she was referring to. You have one safe in the bedroom and then another on the third floor that you don’t use at all. You’re not even sure if you know the codes, but you honestly don’t mind. 

You search your memory for the code to open the room, and get it wrong once before you hear the heavy door unlock. You step back out of habit before the door opens wide enough for you to sneak through. You look around for a moment before you figure out where Wanda keeps some of her secrets. You ignore the many weapons that are at least behind another lock before you set your sights on the desk tucked away in the corner. You’re grateful that the folder is exactly where Wanda said it would be, and you quickly pick it up before heading back toward the door. This room always gives you the creeps, and the less time you spend in it the better. 

When you arrive downstairs, you find your dog exactly where you expected him to be. He’s standing at the front door staring out the window at the black SUV that’s waiting in the drive way. You take a deep breath before reaching out for him. 

“Do you want to go for a ride, Boone?” 

His bark in response is enough to make you smile, and you feel some of your nerves melt away. 

Wanda’s stalled for as long as she can. She could only buy so much time by claiming that they’d run over a nail and blew out a tire. It’s not like there were a lot of delays out in the middle of nowhere. 

She arrived about half an hour after calling you, and she’s just hoping that she can steer the meeting away from the missing information until you get here. She’s furious that the original courier decided to take another job first and threaten to put her nearly 2 hours behind. She won’t be hiring them again, and as soon as she makes sure her package is secure, she’ll be sending someone to deliver their notice. She hasn’t decided how violent that would be yet. 

Steve and Bucky are already here since they helped coordinate the location as well as security for  today’s meeting. Everyone else was either working on different deals, or here in a different capacity, so you really were her only hope. She hated to ask favors like this of you, and she knew that she was going to have to make this up to you. She doubted you wanted to spend your Sunday driving to the sticks. 

You feel ridiculous sitting in the middle seat in the back with Boone on one side of you, and the folder sitting in a seat of its own. You had ignored the absurd impulse to buckle it in beside you, and merely set it down and tried to ignore it. You weren’t going to look in it if you could help it, but you had to make sure that it didn’t disappear from your sight.

You weren’t surprised that your driver, a man of few words, was driving a little over the speed limit to get to wherever Wanda was. She really must be on a deadline. You try not to think about this too much as you focus your energy on petting your dog whose head is in your lap. You’re glad that you decided to bring him. Even if you wouldn’t be doing anything particularly intimidating, it was nice to have your dog by your side. 

When you arrive almost an hour later, Wanda sees those standing guard shift and their gazes become pensive. She speaks up before anyone has a chance to get too nervous. 

“Perfect timing. I believe the last bit of convincing you’ll need has arrived.”

It’s impossible for you to not be intimidated by the sight of three armed guards standing outside a rather small, unassuming building. You hold your breath as one approaches the car, and you reach out to scratch Boone when he starts to growl.

“It’s okay, bud.” 

You hope this is the case as your driver lowers the window and you see a pair of dark eyes flit to you and then back to the driver.

“I assume you’re the delivery driver?” 

When the man in the front seat nods, the guard offers a wide smile that causes the hair on the back of your neck to stand up. 

“Great, well let’s get going.”

When the driver starts to unbuckle his seatbelt the guard frowns and shakes his head before looking back at you. You immediately realize what he’s about to say. 

“No, no. Not you. Her. You can bring your mutt.” 

The driver’s protests are ignored, and you only have a few seconds before someone’s opening the back door. You take a deep breath and hold up your hand when Boone tries to get past you. You tell him to calm down before you get unbuckled and grab the folder that better be worth at least a few million before you step out into the light.

Boone’s right behind you, and you’re glad that he stays close to you as the man in front of you looks at you curiously. You tighten your hold on the folder as he smiles at you, and you’re wishing that you’d packed Boone’s harness with at least one weapon. 

“Let’s not keep the bosses waiting any longer.” 

You only nod in response before following his lead. You sincerely hope you’re not being tricked. 

The sound of the door opening has everyone turning to the tall brunette who’d left to greet their visitor. Wanda stiffens, and all eyes fall on you and your dog when you walk further into the room, a red folder held in a death grip. 

Wanda’s about to stand up and rush over to you when the man across from her smiles widely and waves you over. Steve and Bucky barely resist the urge to draw their weapons, and move toward you when they see how nervous you are. 

“Bring that over here, doll.”

You hide your irritation well, but everyone in the room that knows you, sees the way your lips twitch from the conscious effort to keep the grimace off your face. Nevertheless, you walk toward the table where your wife is sitting with a heavyset man who’s wearing an obnoxious amount of gold.

You set the folder down in front of your wife without a word, and she just nods at you before shooting you an apologetic look. You just turn to leave and you miss whatever Wanda says next. Your pulse is pounding in your ears and you just head straight for the exit as fast as you can without looking suspicious or too scared. 

You are almost there when you feel someone move behind you and put a hand on your waist. It’s honestly lower than that, and you stiffen before your neutral expression turns to one of disgust. 

“-does that sound?” 

“Ow, fuck!” 

Once again, all eyes are on you as you grab the offending hand and yank it toward you. This causes the man to stumble, but he’s reeling backwards only moments later when your fist collides with his nose. You ignore the pain in your hand and focus on the satisfying crunch and the spurt of blood that accompanies the pained curse. 

You watch as the blonde stumbles back and clutches his nose while shooting you a watery glare. You don’t hear Boone growling, or anything else until a loud laugh startles you enough that you return to your senses. You turn to see that Wanda’s glaring at the injured blonde, but your focus quickly shifts to the person who’s laughing at you. Your face flushes until you realize who he’s really laughing at, and you have to stop yourself from smiling smugly as you finally make your exit.

“Alright. You’ve convinced me, Mrs. Maximoff. Where do I sign?” 

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The Headmistress by Milena McKay

#ask #anon #its as frustrating as I metioned #but good

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Staying In

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader

Word count: ~700

Summary: Rainy day activities

A/N: More fluff.

Warnings: None

Wanda looks up at you with an amused smile when she hears you grumble under your breath for the second time in barely a minute. 

“What is it, detka?” 

Wanda watches as your furrowed brows straighten as her question registers. You look away from your tablet and turn your attention to your wife with an apologetic smile. You hadn’t meant to distract her from her own reading.

It’s a dreary day outside which left you, Wanda, the dogs, and Fletcher to make do with indoor activities. The dogs mostly just sat around watching Fletcher have her zoomies while you and Wanda decided to have a lazy day. Since it was Sunday, you insisted on not leaving bed as you caught up on the book you were currently reading. To be honest, you were reading maybe 4 books at once, but you kept bouncing back and forth between them. You couldn’t read too much of one of them because it was a seriously slow-burn romance and one of the supporting characters was annoying as hell. The other involved a love triangle which usually you hated, but the author was doing a very good job keeping it from diving into the miserably cliché territory. 

That said, the book you’d decided to read today was about two teachers, well a teacher and an administrator, in a boarding school casually butting heads as they fell in love. 

It was fluff personified and it included a resident pet mascot so you loved it. 

You did not; however, like how shortsighted the main character was being right now. You thought you’d hidden it well, or at least hadn’t verbalized your pinched and exasperated expression, but Wanda’s voice makes you realize you’ve failed miserably. 

You sigh as you take note of your wife where she still lays with her head in your lap. She’s also reading on a tablet, but her book is a political thriller that you’d read last month. She was finally reading it so you could talk to her about it, but you were a little more distracting than either of you bargained for. 

“Sorry, Wands. These women are just…clueless sometimes.” 

You decide to settle on this instead of something decidedly less flattering, but from the look on Wanda’s face, you can tell that she knows that you’ve only scratched the surface of your frustration. She smiles as she sets her tablet aside and sits up slightly so she’s resting her head on her hand. She could honestly use a break from her book. The many conspiracy theories are giving her a headache. 

“How many pages are left in the book?” 

You smile as you check this before mentioning that you are almost 75% through the book. Plenty of time for the characters to get their act together…in the last act. Wanda laughs when you say this and she sits up a bit as you lean down to kiss her. You shoot her a curious look and ask how her book is going. She sighs before moving so she’s more comfortable. She’s lying down beside you and resting her head on your stomach before she answers. 

“Oh you know how it is. Nothing is as it seems, and people are getting overwhelmed. Including me.” 

You can’t help but laugh at this and you only feel a little bad when Wanda pouts at you before reaching out for you. You’re certain that she’s going to tickle you in retaliation, but instead she wraps an arm around your waist and lays her head down with a yawn. 

“That sounds tough.” 

Wanda shrugs and mumbles non-commitally before closing her eyes. She’s going to take a short break from her book, and maybe fall asleep while you finish yours. Once you’re finished it will be close to time to make dinner. She smiles when she feels your fingers begin to run through her hair, distracting her from her mild headache. 

“It is. I’m going to take a break. Wake me when it’s time to cook?” 

You nod before you return your attention to your tablet. It’s 5pm, you probably can finish this book in the next hour if you stop pausing to groan every 3 minutes. You continue to play with your wife’s hair as you settle back against your pillow with a smile. 

“Sure thing, Wands.”

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Separation Part 2

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader

Word count: ~3.8k

Summary: Picks up where the first part left off.

A/N: I was going to post something fluffy, but then I re-read the first part and decided I was a little mean with the cliffhanger. So here you go. Enjoy 😉

Warnings: angst, mentions of death, stalking, and divorce.

On your third morning staying with Nat and Yelena, you find yourself sitting alone at the coffee table staring off into space. You’ve been doing this a lot lately. No matter where you were, you were usually lost in thought about the events of the past week. You went to work yesterday because it was Friday and you had to, but today you plan to figure out your next move.

You probably should have considered this sooner, but you’d been distracted. Being with your friends was something that you hadn’t realized you’d missed as much as you did until you were here. They still worked during the day, but at night when they came home, you’d usually share a meal and maybe a movie while catching up on your days.

They both made sure to leave Wanda out of anything they talked about which you weren’t sure you were grateful for anymore. You had been wrestling with your guilt and hurt, but you were afraid that your guilt was winning out. You hated to think that Wanda was as miserable as you were right now, despite the fact that she made you feel horrible. You wanted to be angry with her, at least a part of you did, but the majority of you felt guilty for dragging out this miserable time in limbo for both of you. 

You sigh as you look to your bare hand with a frown. You haven’t worn your rings for the past few day. You had hoped that it would make you feel better, maybe less married, but it only made you feel worse. You had foolishly believed that taking them off would help distract you from your relationship. Instead, you just thought of the drawer that you’ve hidden them in every time you’ve looked at your hand.

You take a sip of the lukewarm coffee with a grimace before turning your attention to your dog. Boone’s adjusted so well to having his life turned upside down. You feel bad for taking him from his home with no explanation, or no plan in mind. You don’t think he minds too much because he can be with you most of the day, but you can’t help but think that he must be confused. 

He must miss Wanda. 

You know that you do. 

You briefly wonder what Wanda has been up to for the past few days, but you quickly shake your head in defeat. Thinking about her right now won’t help you make a decision that’s best for you. No matter how selfish it feels, you need to think about yourself for once. You can’t be influenced by Wanda right now. 

Wanda Maximoff had only been married for less than a year. She realizes that it isn’t that much time in the grand scheme of things, but this reassurance does nothing to keep her from feeling heartbroken about your absence. She’s decided to assume the worst at this point because she couldn’t convince herself that you would come back to her. The idea of you leaving her for good has left her feeling lost. She’s listless and only doing any work that’s put directly in front of her. Even then, she hands it to her brother to look over because she can’t trust her judgment right now. 

She had never expected anything like this to happen. After you’d gotten married, she hadn’t given much thought to you leaving her. You were both so happy, if a little stressed at times about her job, but you never fought like this. You had never left her for even a night, so your absence now, no matter how short, felt significant.

She realizes that she’s been shortsighted, and all of her anxieties about you leaving her had transferred from you walking out on her, to you being taken from her. That made her more vigilant and paranoid, if that’s even possible, and it’s certainly put a strain on you both. 

Wanda hadn’t imagined how she’d react to you walking out on her. She hadn’t imagined that she’d say something cruel to you and send you packing. Although she wasn’t handling it well at all, she was almost surprised that she’d only had a single drink with her brother that first night. Since then she hadn’t thought about drinking herself into a stupor despite how appealing the idea of numbing herself seemed.

She just wanted you to come back. 

Wanda lowers her head to the desk in front of her and buries her face in her arms with a sigh. She closes her eyes and tries to will away her stress headache. She had tried to convince herself that you’re gone for good because that’s what she feels like she deserves, but it’s not working. She can still feel herself holding out hope to hear from you again even though she knows that it may not be anytime soon. She certainly can’t expect any favors from you. 

She sits up slowly, as if rising from a deep sleep before she glances at her left hand. She can feel herself tearing up as she remembers the morning you gave her the ring on her finger. She’d been shocked but deeply touched by the thought you put into your proposal. She’d realized a long time ago that she loved you, but in that moment when you looked at her with so much adoration and hope, she’d realized that you really were it for her.

She wipes the tears from her ears just as she hears a knock followed by her brother’s voice. She resists the urge to curse before she tries to appear like she’s more put together than she truly is. Or at least not close to falling apart.

Yelena holds back a sigh as she unlocks her apartment later that night. You’d been staying with them for 3 days, and despite how much she likes having you around, this isn’t what she expected. She hates to see you so lost and uncertain, but she doesn’t know how to help you. She wishes she’d given Wanda a piece of her mind when she’d seen her yesterday, but she’d chosen to ignore her instead. She figured chewing out your wife wasn’t going to make anything about this easier. 

As she opens the door and is immediately greeted by two dogs, she forces a smile as she scratches them both. She’s not sure how you’re dealing with everything that’s happened to you. Although she’s sure you’re mostly focused on your marriage, it can’t be easy knowing that someone had tried to kill you because they blamed you for a family member’s death. No matter how far in the past it was, she’s sure you’re recalling every interaction you ever had with him. Yelena worried that you were carrying too much guilt, but when she’d tried to talk to you about it, you’d basically brushed her off. 

She figures that if she’s going to help you get through this, she needs to focus on what your next steps are. As much as she wouldn’t mind you moving in with her, she doesn’t want you to be miserable. 

She finds you napping on the couch and she figures you’d passed out there after making dinner. She still feels the heat of the oven as she walks back to the kitchen to fix you both a plate. She can’t be sure since she hasn’t been home most of the day, but she wouldn’t be surprised if you weren’t eating much. This was never a good sign. She wishes Natasha wasn’t busy tonight. She was always better when it came to having serious conversations. 

As Yelena walks around the dogs who are waiting patiently for their own dinner, she reminds herself that she’s at least grateful to have food as a buffer. 

You wake up to the smell of something that makes your stomach rumble irritably. You hadn’t eaten lunch and other than your cup of coffee and toast, you don’t think you’ve eaten today. You quickly try to push down your nausea as you sit up and look around for the source of the food. You don’t remember cooking, but then you see Yelena sitting at the table across the room with two plates and a questioning look. 

“Hungry?” 

You stand up and make your way over to the table, stopping to pet your dog before dropping into your chair. You nod and offer a small smile before glancing at the clock. It’s nearly 7 so you figure it’s just you and Yelena tonight. 

“How was work?”

Yelena considers her answer for a beat longer than normal before she shrugs and decides to be honest. She hadn’t had too much to do today, but she sensed that you needed time alone, so she hung out with Kate for most of the afternoon. 

“It wasn’t too busy. There’s not much going on at the moment.” 

You try to read between the lines, but you’re too hungry for that level of critical thinking. You take a couple of bites before you consider what you want to ask next. You feel pressured to give everyone an answer about what you’re going to do. You feel that they deserve a decision since they’re either waiting around for you to tell them if you’re divorcing them, or they’re letting you stay with them indefinitely. You feel yourself sweat merely at the thought of having to make such an important decision, but you can’t help it. 

You’ve taken three days to think about what Wanda said to you. You thought about how shitty it made you feel and how you questioned if she even loved you. Now, over 72 hours later, you think you finally have an answer to at least one question. 

“Did you…did you see Wanda at all?” 

Yelena’s surprised that you asked this, but she doesn’t have to think about her answer very long. She hasn’t seen Wanda around in the past few days. Honestly no one but Pietro had dared to seek her out. Yelena figures she’s locked herself away for the unforeseeable future. She never realized how similar you two were until these past few days. 

“No. I think Pietro’s the only one who’s seen her.” 

This makes your chest tighten with guilt and you have to stop yourself from considering what this could mean. Is Wanda working herself to death? Or is she not working at all? It’s hard to know, and you won’t find out unless you ask. That said, you’re not sure you want to know the answer. 

Yelena watches as you sigh heavily and drop your fork with a frown. She tries to predict what you’re going to say next, but you’re uncharacteristically hard to read as you stare blankly at the candle in the middle of the table.

“I don’t know what to do, Yelena. No matter how I look at it, I just—I can’t figure it out.” 

Yelena decides to abandon her plan to discuss this over dinner, and she pushes her chair back so she can stand. She moves to the chair beside you so you don’t feel like you’re being interrogated as she tries to get more information. She’s pretty sure you’re talking about Wanda, but she doesn’t want to put her foot in her mouth until she’s sure. 

“Look at what, Y/n?” 

You don’t respond immediately as you think about your wife’s cruel words in contrast to her actions of the past few years. You know that Wanda’s anxiety can get the best of her, and sometimes your attempts to help aren’t well received. That said, you’ve always believed that even during an argument, you’d never say something you didn’t mean. At least on some level. Either Wanda had been trying to hurt you, or she’d been voicing her insecurities about how your slightly different relationship has put you at higher risk. It didn’t really matter honestly because the end result was the same. 

Wanda had made you feel unwanted, unloved, and foolish. You had never imagined that Wanda would change her mind about being married to you. You thought that she understood the risks long before she walked down the aisle, but maybe you were wrong. You remember telling Wanda once, after a close call one night, that you’d be willing to learn how to fire a gun. You’d been willing to do whatever Wanda wanted you to in order for her to feel more confident in your ability to protect yourself. She just wanted you to be safe, and you realized now that doing just the bare minimum may not be enough. 

Then again, if you knew your wife which you liked to think you did, at least until this happened, you aren’t sure that anything you do will ever be enough. Her job put her at risk of being targeted daily, and anyone who associated with her was also at risk. Regardless of this making sense, you’d found it hard to reconcile the fact that people truly cared about you enough to come after you. Even though it had happened a few times, it was only recently that you’d realized it wasn’t about you. It was about Wanda, and until she wasn’t at the center of her criminal empire, you both would be at risk. 

You shake your head before you can contemplate the myriad of ways you could be targeted. You lean against your friend who immediately puts an arm around you. 

“If I stay with Wanda, as long as she’s working, something like this could happen again. We could end up in the exact same place, if not worse. No matter what I do, I can’t offset the risks associated with her job.” 

Yelena doesn’t want to tell you that you’re absolutely right, but luckily, she doesn’t have to. You’re too smart for your own good sometimes. 

You sigh in frustration at yourself and your damn stubborn wife before you say what you’d decided only really a few hours after crashing at your friends’ place. 

“So now I Just have to decide if I risk a shitshow like this again, or if dare ask Wanda to give up her job.” 

You frown at the mere thought because although you’re not saying it, both you and Yelena understand. 

You’re going to stay married and face the highs and lows associated with that, or you’re going to break up because you already know that Wanda won’t just quit. 

Now all that’s left is for you to make a decision. 

It takes two days for Wanda to go home. She’d been camping out in her old rooms at the compound because she couldn’t face going home to an empty house. It wasn’t until Monday evening that her brother practically kicked her out and told her to take tomorrow off. She hated the idea of just sitting around and thinking, but she’d been too tired to argue. She still wasn’t sure if she was going to do as he asked when she arrived home, but that was tomorrow’s problem.

Wanda arrives to a dark house and she almost turns around until she realizes how long of a drive she’d be in for. Instead she pulls into the garage and trudges reluctantly into the house. It’s as quiet as she thought it would be, and she simply stands with her back against the door for a few minutes as she takes in the silence. She hates herself for causing this. For speaking to you the way she did, and for being the reason you were targeted in the first place.

Eventually she walks over to the kitchen and turns on the light. She loses track of time as she stands against the counter trying to figure out what to do next. She’s not hungry, but she knows she’ll regret going to bed without eating. She can’t force herself ot think about food; however, so she just stands in the kitchen until the urge to do something strikes. 

This doesn’t come until nearly 20 minutes later when she’s surprised by the sound of the doorbell. It takes her a few seconds to process the sound and then she’s reaching for her phone to see if anyone’s mentioned coming over. She frowns when the most recent message is from her brother nearly 30 minutes ago. 

Someone’s going to come visit you soon.

Wanda frowns at the cryptic message, but given that this person is not likely to try and rob her she heads for the front door with a sigh. She wonders what Steve or Bucky might want, but she doesn’t get very far. She’s too tired to think and she just switches on the outside lights before opening the door.

Wanda notices Boone first because it’s hard not to when he’s sitting with his nose mere inches from the door. His furry face appears through the threshold almost before the door’s completely opened and Wanda jumps in surprise. He leans further inside and rubs his head on her leg with a loud whine. Wanda’s too shocked to pet him, but he doesn’t seem to mind as he runs past her into the house. 

It’s not until he’s left that Wanda realizes that you’re standing much farther back at the top of the stairs with an unreadable expression. She feels equal parts dread and excitement at seeing you, and she has to stop herself from asking a dozen questions. 

“Hi Wands.” 

You had second guessed your decision to come home like this several times before you and Boone left, and then a few times on the way here. You should have waited until tomorrow, but Pietro had told you that he had ordered Wanda to go home, and you figured this was your best shot of talking with her. You made sure that Pietro told her to expect you so she wasn’t surprised, but looking at her now, you wonder if he bothered. 

You offer a small smile and that seems to kick Wanda’s brain back into gear and she’s dropping her hand from the door and moving aside with a dazed look. 

“Y/n. Hi. Come in. Come in.” 

You mutter a thanks under your breath, despite how strange it feels to be invited into your own house. You shove your hands into your pockets as you take a few steps inside before turning back to Wanda after she’s shut the door. You don’t really want to do this here, but you’re afraid that if you go in any further, you might not leave. 

“Can we talk?” 

The words send a shiver up Wanda’s spine, but she doesn’t hesitate to nod. She’s only wanted you to talk to her for close to a week. 

You were going to just have this uncomfortable conversation in the middle of the foyer, but then you look at Wanda again and frown. You probably should have called ahead because she looks exhausted and you aren’t sure you’ll have her full attention unless you let her sit down. You nod toward the living room and lead the way with a sigh. 

“Let’s sit. I’m sure you’ve had a long day.” 

You wait until she’s sitting on the couch across from you before you try to figure out what to say first. You allow yourself the short distraction of petting Boone when he comes up to you, but you know that you’ve dragged this out long enough. Too long honestly. 

“I think we’re both exhausted, so I’ll make this quick, okay?” 

Wanda doesn’t like the sound of this at all, so she says nothing, but you take her silence as acceptance. She feels her stress start to climb with each word you say, but she waits patiently for you finish. 

“I’ve been thinking about it a lot, and I know that you love me. I’d like to think that you wouldn’t have married me otherwise, but that doesn’t mean we both don’t have our doubts. Maybe not about being married specifically, but assuming the risk associated with it. Risk that granted, you understand a lot more than I do.”

Wanda tries not to look like she’s in anguish as you stop to figure out how to be as honest as possible, but not as cruel as you’d like to be. 

“I realize that fear is likely the reason why you said what you did, but even so it made me realize that we’re not on the same page.” 

You try to get a read on Wanda, but even as tired as she is, she hides her thoughts well. You figure it’s for the best because you didn’t want her to sway your decision. You take a deep breath before you stand up and move to sit beside Wanda. There are at least a few feet between you, but you felt the need to be closer for what you say next. 

“I need you to know that I will do everything I can to be with you for as long as possible. I know we can’t eliminate every risk, but if the alternative is not getting to be with you at all, I’ll deal. We both will.” 

Wanda’s too nervous to breathe or even move as she waits for you to continue. She’s afraid that any wrong move and she’ll realize that she’s hallucinated all of this and that she’s still in her house alone. She doesn’t realize that her fears are simply getting the best of her again until you move a little closer and reach out for her hand. 

“In return, I need you to do something for me. I need you to have faith, to trust that everything will work out. And if you can’t please talk to me about it. We can’t keep fighting about this Wanda.”

Wanda’s crying at this point, but she doesn’t even bother to wipe her tears away as she watches you dig into your pocket and take out your rings. She’s still wearing hers, and she can’t pretend that the absence of yours doesn’t make her feel disconsolate. 

You place them in her palm with a sigh and close her fingers around them with a small smile. 

“I want you to hold onto these for me. After only a few days of pretending to not be married to you, I already want to put them back on, but I need to wait until I no longer have doubts about what you said.”

Wanda feels her tears start to fall faster as the familiar feeling of shame washes over her at the reminder of what she said to you. You don’t look mad though and that’s the only thing that keeps her from stuttering out a rambling apology. You seem hopeful and your smile is enough for her to feel the same way. You will both come back from this. 

“I know it’s a lot to ask, Wands, but can you do that for me?” 

Despite knowing that she’d agree to nearly anything that you asked of her right now, she hesitates for a moment as she squeezes the rings in her palm. She takes a deep breath before nodding in agreement. When she watches your smile widen, she feels hope bloom in her chest.

“Yes. I-I can do that.” 

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I just wanted to pop in and say how obsessed I am with your Wanda Mafia AU! Thank you so much for sharing this masterpiece! I hope you are well! ❤️

Thank you! I'm glad you enjoy it so much ☺️ Hope you are doing well too!

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Pretty Girls

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader

Word count: ~700

Summary: 😍

A/N: Is anyone else like this?

Warnings: fluff

Wanda hears the familiar melody as soon as she leaves the bedroom. She has to stop herself from rolling her eyes at your choice of background music as you make breakfast for the three of them. You always deny it, but you give Boone some of the eggs that you make on the weekends. After all this time, Wanda decides that pretending that she doesn’t see you drop them in his bowl is for the best. She doesn’t really mind in the end. 

She focuses on the smell of onions and coffee as she walks down the stairs to where you’re humming under your breath. 

She can’t stop the smile that breaks out at the sight of you singing and dancing to the music. 

“You really like this song, don’t you?” 

Wanda doesn’t really need you to answer this. She knows how you get when you find a new song that you like. You play it until you can barely stand to listen to it any longer, and Wanda really doesn’t know how you do it. It’s been almost a week, and she swears this is the only song you’ve listened to. 

She watches as you look up with a small smile before shaking your head unconvincingly. You’ve thrown your hair up so it doesn’t get in the way as you cook, but some strands have fallen loose, likely from your dancing. 

Wanda looks to where Boone is sitting at the end of the counter watching and waiting for you to feed him something. He knows he’s not allowed in the kitchen, and although sometimes you let him, you’re stricter when you’re cooking with foods that he can’t have. She reaches out to scratch him before she watches you reach for your phone to turn down the music. 

“It’s catchy.” 

Wanda almost argues with you, but she stops when she realizes that you’re getting her coffee. She would have agreed with you last week, but at this point, she’s almost sick of it. She couldn’t indulge like you do. She has a much lower threshold than you did. 

Wanda opens her mouth to say something like this, but nicer, but you’re placing a mug in her hands with a sly smile. You shrug slightly as you offer a better explanation, that immediately interests your wife. 

“It also makes me think about the pretty girls in my life.” 

Wanda doesn’t hold back this time and she huffs in response and rolls her eyes dramatically. She watches you grin at her over her mug, and she shoots you a look that tells you to explain. Instead you go back to humming along with the song that she can barely hear before you cut off the stove. 

“Please, tell me more about these pretty girls.” 

You have to stop yourself form laughing as you imagine Wanda’s irritated expression. You can tell that she’s mostly kidding, but you don’t have any desire to play into her jealousy this morning. Instead you shrug again in response before setting a plate on the counter in front of you. 

“Well it’s not so much ‘girls’ as it is girl. Although she’s more of a woman.”

You empty the rest of the pan of plain eggs into Boone’s bowl, not bothering to hide it this morning. He quickly jumps on them, leaving you to place the pan in the sink to be dealt with later. You stop and listen for a moment before smiling at your still slightly confused wife. 

“As cheesy as it sounds, when I listen to her sing about pretty girls, all I think about is you.” 

Wanda's cheeks redden at your confession, but you see her smile teasingly as she takes another sip of her coffee. Despite really wanting you to move onto a different song, she can’t help but be flattered by your words. You reach out to place your hands on Wanda’s hips as she moves forward into your space. She presses you back into the counter and kisses you thoroughly enough that you taste her coffee. Her smile widens as she pulls away to see you looking a little dazed. 

“It is a little cheesy, but that doesn’t make me love it any less.” 

You smile victoriously as you kiss your wife once more before grabbing your breakfasts and heading toward the table. Boone’s on your heels, but you ignore him as you shoot Wanda a knowing look over your shoulder. 

“Good.”

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Better Help

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader

Word count: ~3.7k

Summary: You go to therapy

A/N: I feel like this was a long time coming...

Warnings: angst, mentions of previous trauma (and men better off dead), violence

The taste in your mouth makes you grimace before you can stop yourself. Despite it being a few days since you’ve smoked any pot, you swear you can still taste it. It’s probably in your head, but this thought reminds you of how frequently you’ve been smoking and again, you cringe at the thought. 

You figure you deserve to be stuck with the foul taste of marijuana since it’s the reason why you’re here. You look around with an inaudible sigh before shaking your head at your own excuses. You shouldn’t blame your situation on anything but yourself. You knew that your constant smoking was no longer just for fun. You realized almost immediately when you’d rolled out of bed at 3 in the morning on a sleepless night that your hobby had become a habit. A coping mechanism.

Your trouble sleeping wasn’t new, but for a while it had only been intermittent. With Wanda away from work, and your physical recovery behind you, you thought that things were looking up. Then you’d started to have nightmares and instead of trying to face those, you’d stopped sleeping.

Whenever a nightmare woke you up, you’d get out of bed and take your dog up to the third floor to smoke with you. You didn’t really see it as a problem until it happened on a particularly stormy night, but you’d still found yourself standing on the deck with the rain pelting your face. 

Wanda had noticed it too because of course she did. She never was one to be oblivious to important things, and she certainly viewed her wife’s coping mechanisms as important. She tried to talk to you about it once and you’d brushed her off and insisted that you were fine. 

Your dreams about being abducted, shot, and killed were the same ones you’ve been having since you almost died. You dealt with it in your waking hours by trying to pretend like it didn’t bother you. Yet every time you crawled into bed next to your wife, you took almost an hour to fully relax. 

In the end it was a joint decision for you to go to therapy. 

Despite knowing that it was the right thing to do, you’d delayed the inevitable for as long as possible. You had trust issues, and you didn’t want to talk to someone who could potentially get you or your wife in trouble. You also just didn’t want to have to face the whole ordeal again.

Yet, talking about what happened to you was the first step of feeling better. At least that’s what you told yourself.

Still, as you sat on the couch in your therapist’s office, you’re not so sure anymore. 

You risk a glance up at the older woman and have to stop yourself from flinching when you see her eyes are on you. You’re beginning to wish that you had Wanda here with you. You had considered asking her to come with you, and although you knew she would have, you figure that this is something that you should try to do on your own. You had burdened her with this enough as it is. 

“What were you just thinking about?” 

You can’t help but smile a little despite the fact that your thoughts had been rather dark. You watch as Dr. Moore lies back in her seat but holds your gaze as if daring you to lie. It may make you die a bit on the inside, but you’d promised yourself and Wanda that you wouldn’t lie today. Wanda had thoroughly vetted the brunette in front of you, and you knew that anything you said to her would be kept confidential.

You shift a little before uncrossing your legs with a sigh. You have been here twice before, but you have only hinted at the incident that you believe has brought you to a therapist. You have to admit that despite your reservations, you feel calm in this woman’s presence. She exudes a quiet confidence, and competence that makes you want to trust her. 

“The dreams I’ve been having.”

Saying the words unsurprisingly brings your thoughts to the two men that have starred in the majority of your dreams for the past year. You frown at the thought and the idea of giving them this power over you, but you can’t help it. You would love to be unbothered by the mere thought of them, and you would give up a lot to put the past behind you. If only it was that simple. 

You can tell by her silence, that she’s waiting to see if you elaborate, and you will. You just need a second. 

Your mind wanders to Vision and his pompous assholery. You sigh at the fact that such a person had somehow become such an important part of your life. You hate to give him that privilege, but well you supposed he’d earned the right after having you shot. Right? 

You ignore the urge to look over your shoulder as you clear your throat with a grimace.

“I guess the reason why I am here will depend on who you ask, but I’ve been having nightmares for a while. They’ve only gotten worse recently.” 

You feel as this is a fair assessment. The dreams first started out pretty simple. You would be sitting in that room again, tied to a chair, but you would be alone. This lasted for a few weeks before you started to hear something outside the door. The voices were muffled and you couldn’t ever tell who they were, but somehow you still knew. You would be shaking by the time you woke up to the door opening, but the dream would end before you had a chance to see who it was. It didn’t really matter because you knew who it was and by the time the dreams progressed to having both Rumlow and Vision walk through the door you’d started waking up Wanda with your thrashing.

You’d told her about your nightmares fairly early on. It wasn’t worth the effort to lie to your wife. She knew you too well for you to get away with it. For this reason, you began to stress about worrying her. When you began smoking before going to bed to try and calm down, Wanda started to worry more. She asked you about it, but you hadn’t given it much thought. You were just trying to sleep better, so she’d dropped it. After all it was only once a week that you did it. At least in the beginning. 

“Do these nightmares keep you up or keep you from sleeping?” 

You don’t stop yourself from smiling at the question. You sometimes wish you could be as smart as other people. Being a vet wasn’t easy, sure, but sometimes you felt like you had no commonsense. Then there were people who just blew you out of the water. 

You’re nodding before you’ve decided what to say, but that doesn’t seem to matter today. You’re more loose- lipped than you should be completely sober, but you figure it will help you in the long run. 

“Both. At first, I couldn’t stay asleep, but then I delayed going to bed for as long as possible.”

The perceptive brunette simply nods before she scribbles something down in the notebook in her lap. You swear it was ‘insomnia’. 

You cross your legs again and sit up impossibly straighter as you try to ignore the dread that’s welling up inside of you at the thought of getting to the details of your dreams today. You are embarrassed to say that you hate to sleep now because you fear that you’ll be faced with your two least favorite men. 

You take a deep breath, but feel your chest tighten anyway as you meet your therapist’s gaze with as impassive a look as you can manage. You don’t need anyone to tell you how unconvincing you look. 

“How did you cope with this inability to sleep comfortably? 

You don’t realize you’re digging your nails into your thighs until you go to clench your fists. You sigh in defeat as you think about how close you came to deciding to drink a bit more. This didn’t last long because you thought that would feel worse. You thought that it seemed like more of a coping mechanism than smoking did. It doesn’t make a lot of sense when you think about it now. 

Smoking had been a regular thing you did for fun with Yelena for years. It wasn’t until you weren’t able to do it after your surgery and during recovery that you thought that maybe it would help you. It did for a while, but you’d been using it as a crutch, and after last week’s incident, you’d be surprised if Wanda ever let you smoke again. 

“I used to smoke weed fairly regularly with a friend, but that stopped for about a year. I picked it up again a few months ago to help me sleep.” 

It didn’t sound as awful as you were hoping it would. It certainly didn’t shock you and make you wish that you’d never done it, and more important scare you off from doing it ever again. You regretted your decision to start smoking for solely this purpose, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t have the urge to continue. When you were high as a kite, you didn’t think about much of anything, let alone your nightmares. 

“Did you find it helpful?” 

You nod but then curse yourself when it aggravates your headache. You wish you were smart enough to make better choices. You don’t even really consider coming here a better choice since it was mostly a suggestion from Wanda. 

“It helped for a while, but as with most things, overindulgence led to the development of other issues.”

Your doctor simply nods but doesn’t say or do anything else, which again, makes you think that she’s waiting for something. You hold back the urge to sigh as you make the mistake of reaching up to rub at your itchy eye. 

“Shi-ow.” 

You mentally kick yourself for your forgetfulness before closing your eyes and waiting until the pain in your face returns to a dull throbbing. 

“How did that happen?” 

Despite how embarrassing it is, you’d rather talk about this than the alternative, so you decide to divulge the truth. 

“I fell. I was so high I tripped over my dog while trying to avoid a purple elephant or something and fell down the stairs.” 

You have to laugh about it now because if you don’t you’ll just hate yourself. You feel better about yourself for a split second as you watch your doctor smirk at the thought. It’s gone so quickly though that you almost think that you imagined it. Not that this makes your black eye worth it.

“Was that the turning point that made you decide to seek other options?” 

You want to say yes because certainly having your wife chew you out was enough of a reason for you to go to therapy. That said, you are well aware that Wanda was right, and that even if she hadn’t made you feel guilty, you would have ended up here eventually.

You knew Wanda was just worried, and having you nearly break your neck falling down ten steps likely took years off of her life. You weren’t upset with anyone but yourself for how you’ve been dealing with your stress. You liked to think you were smarter than that, but now you’re not so sure. 

“Mostly. I also realized that if I couldn’t enjoy sleep, things would get worse fast.” 

It was no secret how much you valued your sleep. You needed as close to 8 hours nightly to function, and to avoid being pissy. You’d had more caffeine in these past few months than you have in years, and still you were sleep deprived and cranky. 

You watch your doctor write a few notes and you realize what’s coming next as soon as she looks at you again. You ignore how your heart starts to race. 

“What are your nightmares about?” 

Wanda sighs as she sinks further into the couch with a scowl. She’s staring at the clock above her just watching as every minute ticks by slower than the last. She’s wishing that she hadn’t sent you off on your own, but you had told her that you preferred it this way. She knew it was for the best, but she still felt guilty about it. 

She feels guilty for forcing you to go to therapy. Well she didn’t force you, but practically blowing up at you last week had probably convinced you that you needed to go. 

Although you were the one missing out on sleep, Wanda can’t remember the last time she’d been so exhausted. She was sleeping more than you, but it was never restful. She was constantly worried about whether you’d have a nightmare, or if you’d even be in bed when she woke up. She sighs again and watches as the dogs shoot her matching sad looks. You’d left Boone at home for obvious reasons, but given that it’s rainy outside, he really has nothing to do. Wanda half-heartedly pats the couch beside her and unsurprisingly the only one who budges is Rogue. 

“Come here bud.” 

She smiles as her dog comes up to sniff her before jumping up to sit next to her. She doesn’t mind sharing her blanket with him and she lies back and closes her eyes before trying to think about something other than how your appointment is going. 

She hasn’t asked for many details because she didn’t want you to think that she felt entitled to an update. She worried about you, but she understood that sometimes you wanted to keep things from her for your own sake as much as hers. She knew that you didn’t want her to worry, but sometimes she couldn’t help it. When you turned to drugs instead of to her or someone else to cope with your anxiety, your nightmares, she couldn’t help but fear the outcome. She can’t say that she predicted something as drastic as you almost falling to your death, but luckily it seemed to wake you up. 

Wanda opens her eyes again and groans at the fact that it’s only been 2 minutes since she last checked the time. She has at least another hour until you’re home, but she can’t think about anything else. 

You can’t help but liken your story about Vision and Rumlow to someone telling their parents about being haunted by the thought of monsters under their bed. You feel embarrassed and even frustrated at yourself for feeling threatened by people that aren’t capable of hurting you anymore. 

You stare at your hands and wait in silence as Dr. Moore processes what you’ve said. You told her the highlights of your history, but you didn’t name names or specify how you’d found yourself in the situation to be abducted and shot. 

You’re not sure how much Dr. Moore knows about you. Wanda had only told you that she could be trusted, but what did that even mean? You suppose having her highly recommended from a mutual friend was good enough, but you still hesitated to speak freely around her. At least about certain aspects of your life. 

You tell yourself that it’s mostly to protect Wanda and the rest of your family, but you do know that the idea of saying their names may be enough to send you spiraling. When the brunette across from you sits up and closes the notebook in front of her you frown in confusion. You’re not sure, but you have a feeling that your hour isn’t up yet. You don’t bother to look at the clock because the look on your therapist’s face tells you that even if it was time to call it a night, she wasn’t ready to end the discussion yet. 

“Have there been others that have hurt you?” 

You hadn’t been expecting this question but you don’t hesitate to nod as you think of the people that have come after you because of who your wife was. 

You’re sure you’re imagining things when your scar starts to itch, so you ignore it while you consider the first time you were abducted. It wasn’t a pleasant experience, and you were only barely better off compared to the most recent time, but either way it came down to the same thing you supposed. 

Wanda’s job had put you at risk, and despite acknowledging this and accepting it, you hadn’t been as prepared to deal with it as you’d originally thought. You realize now that you were often idealistic and too optimistic at times. You trusted Wanda completely which wasn’t a bad thing, but it left you vulnerable at times. Which wasn’t Wanda’s fault. You couldn’t put your complete trust in someone to take care of you. That wasn’t fair to them, and it was shortsighted of you. 

You know it won’t be as much of an issue now that Wanda’s left her job, but you still are going to have to remember this for the future. 

“A couple. This was the worst though. Since it was people that we trusted…at least one of them.” 

You wonder how true that statement is. You never really asked because you and Wanda didn’t talk about what happened in depth. You didn’t want to dwell on it, and you hated Vision so you didn’t want to talk about him. You didn’t want to know how much your wife had trusted him only to be betrayed in the end. You think if she told you that she doubted him at times, that she suspected that he’d do something like this…that would have made it worse. 

Dr. Moore seems to ponder this for a few minutes before she decides what she wants to ask. In that time, you’ve let your thoughts drift back to the time you’d spent days in a hospital bed barely able to breathe on your own. You think about how many weeks you had to take things slowly and stay at home so Wanda wouldn’t worry about you. 

You look up at the sudden sound of someone clearing their throat. You realize that it wasn’t to get your attention and you quickly slip back into your slightly depressing thoughts. Wanda had made sure that Anderson paid for what he did, but in the end you couldn’t think about it. All of your energy went to getting better and you don’t think you even asked Wanda what she’d had planned. 

“When did these nightmares start?” 

Wanda’s still sitting on the couch when she hears the garage door open. Boone’s already on his feet running to greet you before she even gets a chance to sit up. She reaches out to scratch her dog’s head and nudge him off of her lap so she can stand. He whines in response, but he turns away so Wanda can move. She’s on her feet at the same time that the door opens and she turns to see you kneeling down to scratch your dog.

“Hi Boone. I know, I missed you too.” 

Wanda watches as you stand and sigh before turning to her with a small smile. You can sense how stressed she is, but you’re exhausted and you could use a drink. Instead, you meet Wanda in the middle of the living room and drag her back to the unoccupied couch. You sit down and gently tug her down beside you before greeting her properly. 

“Hey Wands. Miss me?” 

Your wife can’t help but roll her eyes, but she nods nevertheless as she meets your lips for a quick kiss. She’d missed you the second you walked out the door, but she knew telling you that would only make you smug. More importantly it would give you something else to focus on when you both had something more important on your minds. 

“Always. How did it go?”

You shrug as you lean back and rest your head against the cushions with a barely stifled yawn. You could go to sleep now since you hadn’t had any coffee today, but you know you have to at least finish this conversation. You know that Wanda doesn’t expect you to divulge everything that you talked about, but she does at least want to check in and see how you were doing. You felt as if you owed her at least that much. 

“It was alright. I finally told her what the dreams are about, and she gave me an alternative to smoking when my anxiety is high.”

Wanda perks up a bit at this, and despite not looking at her you notice and smile in response. You could dwell on how guilty you feel about worrying your wife, or you could focus on trying to be better. You had been a little skeptical of the solution that your therapist had offered. It was only the beginning of feeling more secure in your life. Your smile widens at the thought of replacing drugs with something that you find more comforting. She had given you examples and told you that your homework was to figure out what you deemed an appropriate substitute. 

“What did she say?” 

You realize you misspoke, or at least misled your wife so you shake your head before turning to face her. You see how eager she is to hear good news, and you squeeze her hand with another shrug before offering what you hope qualifies. 

“Well she didn’t tell me exactly what it was, but she told me to find something that I could focus on that made me feel safer, but didn’t pose the same risks as what I’ve been doing.” 

Wanda frowns slightly but she nods slowly as she tries to think of what you’ll choose now that weed and alcohol are off the table. She’d already hidden your weed despite wanting to throw it out, but it was in the trunk of her car until she decided what she wanted to do with it. 

“Did you come up with anything?” 

You don’t offer a verbal response, but Wanda doesn’t protest as you shift slightly so you can pull her into your arms. You hold her for a few seconds before humming in response and kissing her cheek.

“I can think of someone, yeah.”

Masterlist

#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x female reader #wanda maximoff fanfiction #wanda x reader #wanda x you #silver springs #silver springs drabble #mob au

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Finally writing again. Sorry for the wait, y'all, but I'm finally able to write 😭

#personal #yes it's about therapy #but hopefully there will be more #we'll just have to see

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You haven't seen any of the movies? How is that possible when you write fics about characters from them? Are you not interested in watching Wanda or any of the characters?

Not any of the avenger movies. Black panther and eternals are the only marvel movies I've seen. Most of what I know is from tumblr posts and headcanons.

Meh, I feel like I wouldn't like how it all ends 😔

#ask #anon #personal

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Do you think Pietro would be ashamed of what Wanda eventually became, or do you think he'd approve given her circumstances?

Are we talking canonical? I haven't seen any of the movies so I can't really answer this! Sorry :(

#ask #anon #if you mean in my world...defs not #wanda maximoff

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Growing Pains Part 4

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader

Word count: ~9.2k

Summary: Little Nat is almost 13 and school’s a bitch. Retired mob boss turned stay-at-home mom Wanda has to figure out how to deal with bullies at her daughter’s school. 

A/N: Credit to @rianncreates for this fic idea. Sorry for not writing much. I've been very unmotivated and kinda depressed, but I'm working on it!

Warnings: Fluff, teen angst, injury, reference to previous injury/trauma, bullies, and pranks

It’s almost 1 in the morning and sleep isn’t coming easily for you tonight. The usual culprit, your chronic pain, isn’t to blame tonight for once. You are thinking about what Natalya had asked tonight, and how you suspect that she was unintentionally, possibly coming out to you. Despite your claim of not caring one way or another, you’d love to know if she liked someone. Especially if that someone was a friend.

After considering this for too long you start to worry that your daughter was being bullied. It seemed like a stretch just going off of what she’d mentioned tonight, but as you rolled it around in your brain it didn’t seem unreasonable. She was shy and a bit awkward when she wanted to be, and you and Wanda loved her for it. That said, if someone found out that she had a crush especially on a friend you could see them taunting her about it. 

You hate to think that your daughter could be targeted like this, but you blame your restlessness for the current spiral. Nat would tell you if she was having trouble. Wouldn’t she?

“You’re tense, detka. What’s wrong? Are you hurting?”

You’d failed to realize as you got more anxious, that your body was starting to reflect this without your consent. Given that Wanda’s in her usual spot right snug up against your side, she can feel how you grow stiff beside her. She shifts carefully in case you’re in pain, so she can see your face. Or at least try to. She sees that you’re looking down at her with a caught expression, and given that it’s late you don’t waste precious time trying to deceive your too smart wife.

When you don’t respond immediately Wanda frowns as she starts to sit up. You don’t let her go far as you tighten your hold on her with a shake of your head. 

“No, Wands I’m fine. I was just thinking about Little Nat.”

This surprises Wanda for a couple of reasons. Usually, you can’t sleep because of your pain or you had caffeine too close to bed. She hadn’t guessed that you were worrying about their daughter and she wonders if she missed something earlier tonight.

You don’t let her fret too much as you kiss her head and take a deep breath before shifting to get more comfortable. You’re a little cold and pull the covers up higher as you shiver beneath them.

“She seemed concerned about facing more people like that woman today, and I just can’t help but think she was trying to tell me something.” 

Wanda doesn’t say anything at first, and the silence leaves you time to continue thinking about what you might be missing. Wanda’s mind is working in a similar way, and she frowns at the thought that she’s missed something important with her daughter. She’d believed Natalya when she said she didn’t like any of her friends, but she allowed her faith in her daughter to blind her to the simple fact that Nat may have just been scared. Wanda hated to think that her daughter could fear her in any capacity. If she wasn’t being truthful because she feared her reaction then Wanda had failed as a mother. 

She feels you squeeze her arm and she turns to see you with a knowing look. You shake your head before leaning in to kiss your wife’s hair with a smile. 

“You’re a wonderful mother, Wanda. Anyone with eyes can see how good you are to all of our children.”

Wanda sighs in defeat and she shifts so she’s facing you as she tangles your legs together. 

“You’re a little biased, detka.”

You don’t get to refute this before Wanda’s voicing her fears, stopping you short from responding with a joke. You frown at the thought of Wanda thinking of herself as inadequate when she’s no such thing. You never thought you could love Wanda more than when you’d married her, but then seeing her become a kind, fair, and loving mom had proved you wrong. 

“If I’m such a good mother, why doesn’t Natalya trust me?”

Your heart sinks and you’re twisting in Wanda’s grasp so you can be face to face. Despite struggling with this question a little  yourself, you really just had to remember how you’d first felt when you had a crush on someone. Regardless of who it was, you’d been terrified to consider the truth and you’d lied to multiple people just to keep your secret. You don’t know if Natalya’s doing the same, or if she even has a secret, but you have to believe that she’s just scared like a teen tends to be when something seems daunting. You know that Wanda has experienced similar fear, but now she’s also contending with her desire to have Nat tell her everything, and it’s making things complicated. 

Wanda grumbles in annoyance as you move out of her arms, but you continue to sit up so you’re hovering over her. She can’t see your face anymore because it’s obscured by darkness but she hears the smile in your voice as you offer her reassurance that she’s not a shitty parent.

“My love, it’s not about trust. You know Natalya trusts you with her life, but she’s a teenager, and things were scary back then if you recall.” 

The memory of one of her most terrifying high school experiences makes her practically recoil. You have a point. Everything at Natalya’s age seemed too daunting to commit to. It was a time that was supposed to be exciting and new, but for some it was overwhelming and terrifying. Trying to figure out who you were and what you wanted from life was a task that couldn’t be taken too seriously. It was a sure-fire way to psych yourself out and become totally apathetic. 

Wanda realizes that her daughter has a lot on her plate, and that she shouldn’t take this personally. Knowing that and accepting it however are two different things. She sighs heavily before she reaches out for you wordlessly. You take her hand in yours but she just shakes her head as she pulls you closer until you’re almost face to face again. You hover over her feeling her breath against your cheek as she speaks up. 

“That was a long time ago, Y/n.”

Wanda’s tone tells you that she’s accepting what you’ve said and that she doesn’t want to dwell on it. She’s changing the subject and you’re more than willing to go along with it if it means you can go to sleep soon. You shake your head before leaning in to kiss your wife chastely. You pull back just enough to respond and you feel Wanda’s hands fall to your waist. 

“Not so long, beautiful. That was what? 20 years ago?”

You don’t need to be able to see your wife to know that she’s rolling her eyes as she huffs in disbelief. She squeezes your sides which makes you flinch and laugh from the ticklish feeling. The sound makes her heart swell and she kisses your cheek in thanks before urging you closer. 

“You’re either really bad at math or you’re full of shit.”

“Why not both?”

Instead of responding and continuing the banter, Wanda decides she’d like to do something else. It’s late and you have work tomorrow, but it’s been a while since the two of you had done more than kiss and cuddle. Most of their time at home together was spent with their daughter which they loved, but it was nice to have time alone occasionally. You can tell what your wife is after as she pulls you close and then flush against her front as she captures your bottom lip between hers. You groan as you deepen the kiss and shift so you’re settled more comfortably on Wanda’s lap.

“I love you.”

Your hands begin to wander to your wife’s soft stomach, and you run your fingers along the faint stretch marks that you committed to memory long ago. You wish you could see your beautiful wife, but for now you’ll settle for touching her and holding her close as you make her writhe and gasp in pleasure. By the time you’re satisfied and Wanda’s left feeling boneless, it’s almost 3 in the morning. You’re exhausted and you’re pretty sure that Wanda’s already asleep where she clings to you. You sigh quietly as you lay your head on your pillow and try to get some sleep. Tomorrow you’ll figure out what you’re going to do for Natalya.

The next morning, Nat’s bruise has darkened and looks a little purple when she comes downstairs for breakfast. You watch as Wanda sets her coffee down and grabs the plate of food she’d made for Nat. The younger Maximoff yawns before she walks up to you and then Wanda for a hug. 

“Hi moms.”

When your daughter pulls back, you take a moment to look at her face and you can’t help but frown slightly. You gently brush her cheek before setting her off to get her breakfast. 

“How’s it feeling?”

She shrugs as she walks back around the counter to where her other mom is, and she has to resist the urge to grab her food and immediately start eating. She looks up at her redheaded mom because she’s certain she’d like to look at her eye as well. Natalya lets her mom fuss for a bit before she hugs her while taking her plate with a grateful smile. 

“I’m really fine, Moms. It’s just another reminder to pay attention.” 

Wanda frowns at this and you can’t help but roll your eyes as you watch your daughter sit down at the table. She’s already dressed for school and Wanda double checks to make sure Nat’s lunch is all set before joining the two of you at the table. You’re grateful for the cup of coffee Wanda brings you with a knowing smile, and you just shoot her one of your own before you turn to Natalya who’s practically scarfing down her breakfast. 

“Slow down, kiddo. You’re going to choke.” 

“You have plenty of time before we need to leave.” 

This comment from Wanda makes Little Nat pause and her fork stops halfway to her mouth as she realizes she’s caught. She tries to resume eating like nothing is amiss, but her parents had been watching her closely and it was impossible for them to miss her reaction. You raise an eyebrow at your daughter who’s failing to look nonchalant, and Wanda decides to broach the subject before you head out to work soon.

“What is it?” 

Natalya pauses as she considers how to tell her parents that she’d come home and immediately texted Taylor about coming up with a plan to get Stacy off her back. She had agreed to come to school a little early, but she didn’t want to tell her parents about this. She tries to come up with a believable lie on the spot. Something she’s never successfully done. 

“I just might need to go to school a little early.” 

The vague answer makes both of her moms frown, but Nat focuses on her breakfast and tries to buy herself time. 

“I forgot about a science project that I was supposed to work on with Taylor, but we’re meeting before school to do it.” 

Wanda immediately checks the time and sees that there is less than an hour before the first bell rings. She’s not sure how Nat thought this would work out, but she’s already worried for her. You’re a little more focused on the fact that Natalya hadn’t mentioned anything about this last night. You’d asked her twice once she was finished with her work if there was anything else that she had to do. You knew that your daughter could be forgetful, so you just try to ignore your nagging suspicion and try to believe that she’d simply forgotten. 

“When’s it due? Are you going to have enough time to work on it? What is the project about?” 

Natalya quickly finishes the rest of the breakfast before addressing her mom who was already stressing out. She shakes her head before realizing that she should have come up with a different lie, but it was a little late for that. She smiles at the duo before she shrugs and mentions that it’s not a big deal. 

“It’s due today, but at the end of the day. It’s just a presentation about an element from the periodic table. It’s a little dumb honestly. We just have to list different things that are made from silver.” 

This does sound a little pointless to you, but Wanda’s more focused on the fact that their daughter apparently completely forgot about an assignment. This hasn’t happened in a while because Wanda made a point of getting Natalya a planner that helps her keep track of all of her assignments. She takes it to school every day and she’s gotten in the habit of taking it out for each class and writing anything she’d need to do for it. 

It helped her organize her sometimes jumbled thoughts, and both you and Wanda started to notice that she was forgetting fewer things. 

“Have you started on it at all, milaya?” 

Wanda was a little anxious about this, but her daughter, just like you, smiles at her and insists that it was fine. She had it covered. 

“Yeah, it’s easy! A lot of things are made of silver. Jewelry, knives, swords, bullets…” 

Wanda’s frown deepens at the fact that Natalya basically just named all weapons for some reason, but you just shake your head as you set down your empty mug. You’ll need more coffee given your late night, but you’re going to take it to-go at this point. You stifle a yawn as you sit back in your chair and look to your daughter with a small smile. 

“Bullets aren’t made of silver, Little Nat. Unless you’re a vampire hunter.”

Wanda rolls her eyes at this comment and is about to make one of her own about your priorities, but Natalya beats her to it. You don’t seem particularly thrown by her question, but Wanda holds her breath as she waits to hear what your response is. She tries not to think about the dozens of guns in the basement that she needed to get to her brother asap. 

“How do you know that, Mom?” 

You realize your mistake fairly quickly but luckily you have an easy answer for this question that doesn’t include bringing up Wanda’s past. You had learned a lot about guns during your years with Wanda, but it had been a very long time since you touched one with the intent to shoot it. 

“When dogs are accidentally shot while hunting, they’re brought in for lead poisoning. Not silver.” 

Natalya stops short of petting Boone and thinks about this with a frown. She supposes it makes sense that her mom would see a couple of these cases at work. They live in the mountains, of course people are going to hunt. Her frown quickly turns to a smile as she scratches her panting dog’s head. He’d come up to check and see if she has any leftovers, but unfortunately for him she’d eaten everything. Nat’s distracted by Rogue coming around too, so she misses the quick exchange between her parents before Wanda decides to get things moving. If Natalya really needs to be at school early, she might as well get ready now. 

“Okay, Natalya. Go on and clean up so we can get ready to go.” 

Little Nat nods before she goes off to do as her mom says. She hugs her vet mom bye in case you leave before she comes back, and you wish her good luck on her project before watching her retreat to the kitchen. You turn your attention to the furry head nudging your leg before smiling at your wife. 

“What do you have planned for today, Wands?” 

Your wife has to think about this because she hadn’t really gotten any further than taking Natalya to school. She doesn’t have too many errands to run today. She just went to the store, but she supposes she could run by the pharmacy and the dispensary for both yours and her medications. She shrugs before finishing off her coffee with a smile as she thinks of one more thing she can do. 

“Just a couple of errands. Might stop by Piet’s to give him some boxes.” 

You immediately know what she’s talking about, and you smile as you steal a glance at the basement door that you made sure had a lock on it years ago. Although it was mostly an out of sight, out mind type deal, occasionally you or Wanda would think about the guns down there and worry about Nat finding them. Despite the fact that she used to have nightmares about the basement, Natalya wouldn’t avoid it forever, and you’d rather not have to explain what was in the heavy, locked boxes that certainly were covered in dust and spiders. 

You stand up to get more coffee and you grab Wanda’s cup as well with a questioning look. She smiles in thanks and you plant a quick kiss on her lips before going to see how Nat’s doing. She’s finishing up with her dish as you arrive, and you laugh as she hugs you one more time before running upstairs to get ready. Regardless of what they’d be doing, she’d promised Taylor she would be there in about 20 minutes, and she had to leave soon if she didn’t want to be late. 

“Bye Mom! See you tonight. I’ll be right back!” 

When you return to the table, Rogue is trying to climb in Wanda’s lap and Fletcher has jumped up on your chair. You shoot her a glare, but you don’t move her because you’re about to head to work anyway. Still you give her a hard time before you set Wanda’s cup in front of her with a sigh. 

“Fletcher, you’re the worst.” 

Wanda shoots you a look that you just smile at before you bend over to kiss her goodbye. You need to head to work soon, and you forgot that you’d agreed to have someone shadow your appointments today. You need to be slightly more prepared than usual, and this would require a little extra time this morning. Wanda catches your chin as you try to pull away and gives you one more kiss before smiling at you. 

“If you’re not too busy for lunch today, let me know?” 

You nod in agreement before you head upstairs to finish getting ready. You walk past Natalya’s room and she nearly barrels you over as she comes running out with her backpack slung over her shoulder. You cringe as she slams into you and the sound catches Wanda’s attention from where she’s petting Fletcher who’s still sitting in your spot. She sees you stumble slightly before you hold up your arms to steady your overly enthusiastic daughter. 

“Oh, sorry Mom!” 

You shake your head as you offer your daughter a stern look that is softened by your small smile. You take a deep breath and pushed away the soreness you feel before waving Little Nat downstairs and heading to your bedroom. 

“Slow down, kid. You’re going to hurt yourself.” 

Natalya just nods before hugging you quickly and hurrying down the stairs, only a little slower than what she’d originally intended. You just roll your eyes before retreating to your room, and Wanda stands up at the sight of her daughter ready to go. 

“Ready?”

Taylor arrives at school before Nat, and she heads to their meeting spot on the hill outside of school. It’s nice out and she can tell it’s going to be cooler than it was yesterday. She’s glad because she doesn’t want to sweat too much at practice when she’s barely able to bend over. She’d taken something when she’d gotten home from the game last night, and she’d iced the largest bruise on her side before going to bed. However, she woke up stiff and angry all over again at the fact that she’d been body slammed with zero consequence to the other player. 

She took another pain reliever and tried to forget about it as she got ready for school early this morning. She’d agreed to meet Natalya to talk about what she wanted to do regarding Stacy’s continued bullying. Taylor was ecstatic that her friend was going to do something about it, and it took a lot of self-control to not tell Luke and Alyssa too. She wonders what the other brunette had come up with. Or maybe this would be a brainstorming session. 

When it’s almost time for Nat to get here, Taylor decides to go wait for her at the car circle. She’s a little antsy and wants to get started on plotting Nat’s revenge. She finds herself pacing as she waits for her friend, and at the sound of a car pulling up she’s immediately turning to see who it is. 

“Taylor!” 

She smiles at the sound of her friend’s voice and she hurries to greet the brunette who’s practically out of the car before it’s stopped.

“Hey, Nat. Mrs. Maximoff. How are you?”

Nat resists the urge to roll her eyes as Taylor smiles at her mom. She grabs her backpack before closing the door behind her and getting out of the way so the two can chat. 

“Hi Taylor, I’m well, how are you? Ready for your presentation today?” 

Nat stiffens and Taylor looks a little confused before she turns to Nat for a split second. She realizes she’s missing something and she decides to try to cover this up as best as possible. She offers the older Maximoff an awkward smile before her gaze shifts back to Natalya. 

“Umm, I thought this was a paper?” 

Nat just sighs in defeat and she doesn’t have to turn around to see her mom’s suspicion. She instead groans under her breath and opts to take advantage of her friend’s comment. She shoots her mom a sheepish smile before grabbing Taylor’s arm and leading her away. 

“Clearly, we have a lot of work to do. See you later, Mama!”

Wanda is still frowning as she watches Nat lead her friend toward school. She notices that Taylor’s hunched over slightly so she can listen to whatever Nat’s saying, but Wanda definitely can’t hear it. She decides to just let it be and check in later. For now, she’s going back home to sit with her cat for a bit before figuring out what to do with her day. She’d like to get around to planting the few vegetables she’d bought for her garden. It was supposed to be a nice day, and given that she’d put this off for a bit, she had at least a dozen vegetables to plant. 

She thinks about what she’ll be able to harvest, if anything, on the way home. She yawns before getting out of the car to greet Rogue who as usual was waiting for her return. He wags his tail, and Wanda scratches his head before she steps into the house. She looks around at the kitchen and the living room, and she heads toward the couch when she sees Fletcher sitting on one of the pillows. She sits down beside her and pats her lap with a smile. Her cat gracefully makes her way over and plops down in her lap with a loud purr. Wanda pets her for a while and scratches Rogue where he sits at her feet. 

She grabs her phone and texts her brother while she’s still thinking about it. If she remembers correctly, he’s busy for most of the day, but she’s in no rush to get this done. She considers what she could do with the basement after it’s cleaned out. Their house already has everything they could want, and far more than they could need. What could they put downstairs in a dark room? 

This thought makes Wanda realize that she can change this if she wanted to. She shakes the thought away for the moment because she wants to get outside before it gets too hot. She decides to go upstairs and get changed and then take Rogue with her to the garden. She would let Fletcher go, but she’s sure to just run off and Wanda was too high anxiety to let her cat just wander the woods. 

When she’s dressed and ready to go, she opens the back door and waits for Rogue to follow her out before she heads toward the shed. The very large backyard that basically extended toward the woods was empty for a long time. You and Wanda just enjoyed the natural beauty of the place when you first moved here. You loved seeing how the grass stretched out to the trees, and you hadn’t wanted to change that. Five years ago, Wanda had brought up the idea of having a garden where she could grow flowers and food. You’d mostly been interested in the food and after Wanda had told you her plans to grow a bunch of vegetables, you’d been game. You and Steve had built the garden according to Wanda’s carefully laid plans, and over the years you’ve only had to make a few modifications. 

Wanda had grown a majority of the vegetables you ate, and the extras went to their friends. During late summer, she’d grow pumpkins that are ready for Halloween so Little Nat would have them for her pumpkin carving contest. First it was a thing between the family, but she’d since introduced the idea to her friends and given her creativity she usually won.

When Wanda arrives to the garden, she’s smiling as she opens the gate and lets Rogue amble through first. He’s been in here many times and he knows that there are only three rules. Don’t step on the plants, eat the plants or pee on them. One of the modifications you’d made includes a small area for Rogue to sit comfortably while still watching his mom closely. He loved spending time here with her, and despite the temptation of the food grown, he was well behaved. Although he couldn’t eat any of the plants, Wanda sometimes fed him some of the veggies, mostly carrots after she washed them. Boone was less interested in the view of the garden and more interested in the food, and after trying to eat one of the tomato plants, he wasn’t allowed in for long and without direct supervision. 

“What should we do first, bud? Plant or pick?” 

After receiving no answer from the shepherd, Wanda decides to plant the tomato plants she’d bought recently along with some flowers. She’s almost finished when she hears her phone beep from her pocket. She takes off her gloves and wipes her sweaty forehead with a sigh before she reaches for her phone. She’s surprised to see a text from her brother already, but she’s quick to text back when he suggests stopping by this afternoon to pick up the guns. Wanda sends him a smile and agrees to 3pm before she puts her phone up and checks on her dog. He’s napping beside some lettuce and Wanda can’t help but smile widely at him. 

She picks up her trowel before adjusting her hat with a frown. It’s predictably gotten sunnier, but it’s still pretty nice out so she decides to keep going. After the last plant is in place in the bed, she grabs one of the baskets and decides to start picking some of the ripe vegetables. 

“Rogue, are you ready for the fun part?” 

He stands up excitedly and pants as he follows her lead along the paths. This was his favorite part because he got to follow her to each bed and sniff the food that she picked. She grew things all year round, but honestly summer was her favorite season because of the food she grew. She knew you liked it too, and she fills an entire basket with kale and okra. She’s going to need to grab some more soon, but she stops to take a break when she gets another text message. She hadn’t realized how much time had passed and it’s nearly 11 when you text her. 

I’ll be free for lunch, if you’re still interested?

Wanda considers this carefully as she looks around her garden. She still has a lot to do, but she supposes it can wait until tomorrow. She’d rather have lunch with you, and if she can bring you something that she’s made from the garden that will just be a bonus. She starts to text you before she has to scold Rogue for pawing at the basket she left at her feet. He knows that anything on the plant is off-limits, but once it’s in the basket or on the ground, he thinks of it as fair game. 

“No, bud. You’ll get some later, okay?” 

He only whines and lays his head on the ground before Wanda turns back to her phone. She smiles as she types out a response before getting to her feet. She’ll go find another basket and finish up with the tomatoes and green beans before leaving the rest for later. 

I’ve been in the garden all morning, so I’ll bring lunch.

When you see this a little later you can’t help but be excited. You loved when your wife brought you lunch, but when it was something she made you knew it would be amazing. You text her back before returning to your last couple of appointments before lunch. You’re certain that your mind will be on food until your wife comes to visit, but luckily these last two appointments should be pretty straightforward. 

Thanks, Wands. I’m already excited. 

Once Wanda’s finished gathering the ingredients for lunch, she washes just what she’ll need before she puts it in the fridge for a few minutes as she jumps in the shower. She only does it so it will be out of Rogue’s reach, but she’d cut up a carrot for him and put it in his bowl, so hopefully that will keep him happy. She doesn’t wash her hair, but she makes sure to get rid of any dirt and sweat from her time outside before she gets ready to cook. 

Rogue sits outside of the kitchen watching her carefully as she prepares a salad and a few things to go with it. Wanda has to shoo Fletcher away a couple of times, and when she bats at a carrot on the counter, she has to banish her to the living room. It’s 12 when Wanda finishes up packing everything for lunch, and she checks her appearance in the mirror briefly before she kisses her pets goodbye. 

“I’ll be back soon, kids. Be good.” 

She supposes she could take Rogue, but he’d spent a lot of time out in the sun this morning, and she wanted him to relax. She also didn’t want you to have to leave him alone anywhere in the office because he undoubtedly would complain. He could always hang out with Boone but that required their supervision and maybe they could save that for next time. 

When lunchtime rolls around at school, Nat’s smiling as she meets Taylor, Luke, and Alyssa at their normal spot. She and Taylor had discussed their plan at length, and after getting everything set for phase one before the first bell Nat was near giddy in anticipation. Taylor had to remind her to tone it down or else she’d risk tipping someone off. The brunette knew her friend was a shit liar and would probably spill everything. She loved her for her inability to keep a straight face, but it would not help in this situation. She’d done a lot of things like this, which is why she had the necessary supplies in her locker already, and Taylor was used to just watching and waiting. 

“You know, this is the first time that you’ve done something like this, isn’t it?” 

Taylor was mostly musing to herself, but when she thinks about it a little more she can’t help but smile. Her friend has always been one to abide by the rules which is something she respected, but didn’t concern herself with nearly as much. She got in trouble more, but it was never for serious things. The worst had been when she’d been accused of fighting. Both of her moms had shown up, as well as the parents of the boy she’s smacked and they’d all had it out before it was decided that she acted in self-defense. Either way, Natalya had only ever gotten in trouble for forgetting an assignment, but nothing that was really noteworthy. If everything went according to plan, she also wouldn’t get in trouble for this, but they’d just have to see. 

Surprisingly, Natalya just smiles widely before nodding in agreement. She was a little terrified, but also, she feels eager to see how this all plays out. It’s only the first step of several, but with her friends’ support and her newfound albeit tenuous confidence, she was going to get Stacy to leave her alone. 

“It is! It might sound dumb, but I am really looking forward to this.” 

The trio all shake their heads at the thought. They’re still a little surprised by how long Nat’s gone without putting her foot down or seeking help. They felt guilty for not stepping in earlier, or convincing her to do something, but they were making up for that now. They would have the brunette’s back, and they were also looking forward to what happened next. 

Luke’s smiling the widest because he’s imagining how Stacy will react to what Taylor and Nat had done. She was always a bit of a drama queen, and he knew that he was going to flee and encourage Nat to do the same if it came down to it. 

Alyssa had been against the idea because it seemed like they were asking for trouble. She knew that Nat was against going to anyone for help, but this was just going to cause a confrontation that she probably wasn’t ready for. If she was lucky, it wouldn’t involve her parents, but if she was particularly unlucky, she’d have Stacy’s there too. Still, she decided to keep her objections to herself because she really hadn’t seen Nat like this in a while. At the risk of losing their sleepover privileges this weekend, she was going through with this. 

“When do you think she’ll go to her locker?” 

It was almost as if Alyssa had summoned her by asking this, and the group sees an irate Stacy burst through the cafeteria doors at the bottom of the hill. They can hear the faint sound of muffled laughter as the door closes behind her and she immediately searches for them. Nat has to stifle her laughter at the sight of the blonde’s face. Her anger was less amusing than the fact that she was covered in silver and gold glitter. 

She and Taylor had gone back and forth with the idea of a while before she’d decided to go for it. She hated glitter because it never went away, and she refused to open gifts that were wrapped in glitter paper if she didn’t get gloves. You found it ridiculous, but Wanda seemed to understand and avoided the decoration like the plague. She mostly realized how much of a pain it was to get out of the carpet, and she didn’t want to worry about it. The one year that Fletcher had been covered in it made her reluctant to cuddle with her until she got a bath which neither of them enjoyed. 

“You little shit!” 

Nat was already standing up to avoid getting any glitter on her, and her friends followed suit as the brunette started to back away. 

“Hey, Stace, I love what you did with the…” 

She gestures vaguely to the blonde’s face, but she continues to back away from the glitter that she did not want to get on her. She watches her friends back up as Stacy comes storming up the stairs leaving glitter in her wake. She starts to run at Nat and the brunette quickly turns tail and runs. She has a destination in mind and she hopes that she makes it there scot-free. 

“Get back here, bitch!” 

Wanda arrives to your work a little after noon with a bag of food to find you waiting at the front desk. You are talking with one of the receptionists, but as soon as you see her you trail off with a smile. You move forward to greet her with a kiss on the cheek before you look toward the bag curiously. 

“Hey, Wands. Glad you could make it.” 

Wanda just rolls her eyes before she’s kissing your cheek and grabbing your hand. She’s reaching out to hand you the bag so she can fix your hair that’s a little all over the place. She doesn’t have time to ask before you put an arm around her waist and lead her back toward your office. Wanda smiles as you attempt to explain your appearance, but she honestly doesn’t mind. She feels like she looks a little rough too.

“Follow me, my love. Yeah, sorry, I had a puppy in my hair earlier.” 

Wanda doesn’t even have time to ask as she follows you up the stairs and past a few assistants that she just offers a smile. She visits a couple times a month probably. She is free to do it more often, but she doesn’t want to get in the way or disturb you while you work. She knows it’s important for you to have your time at work without her, and she wants you to have that. That said, sometimes when days are hard or you’re freer than usual, you’ll ask her to lunch like you did today. 

“That’s adorable. You’ve had a good day so far?” 

You hold the door to your office open for your wife before following her in with a nod. You shut the door behind you and quickly clear a spot on your desk for the bag of food that Wanda brought. You resist the urge to dig in immediately as you explain how most of your day had been very good so far. You were glad that Wanda was visiting too, and you move over to the small couch along the wall that you’d bought after Wanda mentioned that having a place to sit together would be nice. The first couple of times, Wanda had just sat in your lap or you’d borrowed a chair, but this was so much better. You hold your arms out for your wife and she obediently grabs the bag and sets in at the end of the couch before sitting beside you. 

“It’s been great. Nobody’s been sick yet which is nice. What about you? Did Rogue behave while you worked?”

Wanda smiles at this as she nods and curls up beside you with a sigh. She’s glad to take the time to relax after being on her knees in the dirt for so long, and she stretches out before offering you a response. She doesn’t notice that you’re just smiling at her as she thinks about her dog that she left at home. 

“He was very good. Only tried to eat out of my basket a couple of times.” 

You laugh at this and the image of Rogue scrounging for food in the garden. Boone was banned from it for a while since he dug up nearly a whole row of carrots. You sit up when Wanda reaches for the bag she brought because she knows you’re hungry. You probably have been for most of the day. She takes out the first container that has your lunch and then a smaller one that contained dressing. You smile and accept it with a kiss and a thank you as you take a peek at what’s inside. 

“Wow, this looks so good. Thank you.”

Wanda just nods as she takes out her own lunch which is basically the same as yours, but with chicken instead of salmon. You open the container and have to hold back a moan at how good the salad looked. You loved that your wife enjoyed growing food. It was your favorite thing, and you swore if you had the time and patience for it, you’d join her. 

“Of course, detka.” 

You two eat in silence for a minute and you hum happily as you spear another green bean through a leaf of kale. The excited noise you release as you realize you’ve snagged a tomato too makes Wanda smile widely at you. You’re so adorable she can’t stand it sometimes. 

“So is everything else looking good?” 

Wanda smiles at your predictable question, and she tells you about how the other vegetables are growing. You didn’t help much in the garden, that was Wanda’s thing, but sometimes when it was time to change crops you would pick up seeds or dirt for her. One time when the fence had been destroyed by something looking for easy food, you’d had to rebuild it, but beyond this you mostly just benefited from Wanda’s hard work. 

“It’s all looking great. We’re going to make Nat a fan of cauliflower in no time.” 

You laugh at this because despite your daughter liking a lot of different foods, this is the one vegetable that she couldn’t stand. She could tell if it was in a dish even in the smallest amounts and she wouldn’t eat it. It was almost a game to you sometimes. You were trying to get her to like one of your favorite vegetables by exposing her to it more, but so far, you’ve failed. 

You’re still eating and plotting how to make this happen when Wanda’s mind wanders to the only other thing she had to do today. She’ll go home and finish in the garden before organizing the boxes in the basement to help Pietro out. She doesn’t worry about that now though because she wants to run something by you. 

“How’s the rest of your day look, doc?” 

You smile before shrugging and only glancing at your computer for a second.  Your afternoon will be a little busier than this morning, but that’s fine you’ll be ready now that you’re well-fed and motivated by the fun appointment you get to see at the end of the day. You tell Wanda this and she smiles before setting her mostly finished lunch aside for a minute. She wants to ask your opinion on something, and she waits until you’re in between bites. 

“What about you, Wands? Any plans?” 

This is the perfect opening and Wanda nods before telling you her plan to have Pietro come over and remove hopefully all of the guns that they had down in the basement. You’re happy to hear this and you wonder what Pietro’s going to do with them. You and your friends didn’t go into details about how they were going to leave their mob lives behind. The general consensus though was that they would lay low and not walk around armed anymore once the dust settled and they seemed to be in the clear. You and Wanda had packed all of your guns away and you are pretty sure Steve and Bucky did too, but you couldn’t but sure about Nat and Yelena. That said, you and Wanda were the only ones who really had to hide your guns from anyone, namely Nat. Although she sometimes visited her relatives, she never stayed long enough to find any of the guns they might have lying around. 

Wanda would make sure that these stayed locked up or at least out of reach of her daughter if she ever visited Pietro in the future. 

“Now that it’s cleared out, I was thinking about doing something with it.” 

This catches your attention, and after you finish chewing you shoot your wife a curious look that she only sees out of the corner of her eye as she looks down at her hands. 

“What were you thinking?” 

Wanda hadn’t really come up with anything yet. She thought that it could be a work out room, or a movie room, although that’s what the den was for, so she wanted to ask you if you had an opinion. Maybe it could be a game room, or another bedroom. 

Wanda shrugs as she mentions her plans, or rather lack of plans, and you just nod before trying to think of something that could be done. The house had anything that any of you could need, and you’re not sure what would be worth doing. 

“If the dogs handled stairs better, I’d suggest giving them a floor of their own. Confine the dog hair to one place.” 

Wanda rolls her eyes at this because even if the dogs were younger and spryer, you would never try to keep them tucked away downstairs. Sure you would consider giving them extra space, but you wouldn’t want the door closed so they could come and go as they pleased. Still, Wanda imagines what this room would look like and she’s sure you would like it as much as the dogs. 

“Maybe 5 years ago. We could have built them a pool.” 

You freeze with your fork halfway to your mouth and Wanda frowns as she considers what she just said. You’re smiling by the time she looks at you and she can’t help but return it as she quickly wonders what all of this would involve. 

“A pool?”

“A pool.”

Natalya curses as she turns down the hallway back toward the main office where the principal spent most of her time. She hadn’t been to the office except maybe once in her first year here, and she hopes it’s still in the same place. She doesn’t have time to think much about it before she hears Stacy at the end of the hall accompanied by her friends’ voices. Natalya barely waits after she knocks on the principal’s door before she’s opening it and apologizing. Her heart is thundering inside her chest from the run here and her nerves now that she’s arrived at her destination. 

“Sorry, Ms. Lewis! I just had to tell you before she--.” 

Natalya’s cut off and she mutters a curse in Sokovian under her breath as she’s tackled from behind. She puts her hands out to stop herself from falling on her face, but she still feels the carpet rub uncomfortably on her cheek as Stacy pins her down.

“You’re dead, Maximoff!” 

“Ms. Jenkins!” 

As Nat continues to struggle beneath the blonde, she hears new voices and she’s lifted off the ground slightly as someone tries to get Stacy off her. Nat’s trying not to think about the glitter that she sees falling on the carpet and her clothes. She squeezes her eyes shut as she waits to be freed from underneath the irate teen. She could get her off if she really wanted to, but she was trying to appear like the passive party, and it only took a few seconds for Luke and Taylor to yank Stacy off. 

“Get off of me!”

“Chill, Stace. You’re getting glitter everywhere!”

Luke backed away from the copious amounts of glitter flying everywhere, and he’s almost out the door when their principal speaks up again. She’s a little bewildered by the sight in front of her. She wouldn’t have expected to have the daughter of the PTA president and quite possibly the quietest student in school in her office together, and she wasn’t quite sure what to make of it. 

“Everyone sit down now! Explain to me what’s going on, please.” 

Wanda’s back at home and in her garden again when her brother arrives. She’d taken Rogue back outside and with her sunhat, and his umbrella, they both got to work. Well, she did most of the work, but Rogue supervised her and sniffed every basket she laid nearby him. 

The sound of a car coming up the road catches the shepherd’s attention, and Wanda hears the sound of a car door slamming. Rogue starts to get up to investigate, but Wanda shakes her head before telling him to stay put. She texts her brother that she’s in the garden, and less than a minute later, the older Maximoff is appearing from over the fence. 

“Hey there, sestra. Looking good.” 

Wanda rolls her eyes but says nothing as Rogue stands up as soon as Pietro walks through the gate. He sniffs him before huffing and turning back to his mom who had three baskets full of vegetables that she’s picked. 

“I didn’t realize how late it was. I just have to finish this section, and then I can help you.” 

Pietro shakes his head as she watches his sister cuts a few stalks of asparagus before tossing them in a basket. He’s always found his sister’s interest in gardening fascinating. He was mostly interested in the food, but he knew that his sister had it down to a science after all these years. He walks over to where one of the baskets is and glances at Rogue before he starts to pick it up. 

“It’s fine. I can take these in and then meet you there?” 

Wanda just nods before she finishes up and wipes her gloved hands on her already dirty pants. She’d changed again after getting back from lunch with you, and she would need another shower before she made dinner tonight. She watches Rogue follow her brother who’d grabbed two baskets before she collects her tools and goes to put them in the shed. She walks back into the garden as her brother’s returning and she hands him a basket before grabbing the last one and shutting the gate behind her. 

“Thanks for coming by, Piet. This is definitely overdue.” 

Pietro smiles at his sister’s visible relief at getting all, or at least most, of the guns out of her house. They’ve been in the basement for years and he knew that this was an important thing that kept his sister from being comfortable with guests. Sure there were other reasons, but the two dozen guns definitely stressed her out and would require an explanation if anyone stumbled upon them. 

“Of course. I hope you know they’re just going in my basement.” 

Wanda laughs at this as she follows him into the house. She takes off her shoes and shakes her head at the idea of them being so similar. She’s seen his basement and it’s more of a man cave, but there’s a huge vault down there as well behind the water heater that holds his guns and other illegal, valuable things. Wanda sets her hat down on a nearby table before she runs a hand through her hair and heads for the stairs. 

“I’m going to get the key. I’ll be right back. I made some chicken earlier if you want some. It’s in the fridge.” 

Pietro barely waits until his sister’s finished speaking before he’s searching for the leftovers from lunch. He’d eaten already, but he can always eat more and he’s on his second piece by the time Wanda reappears with some keys on a chain. In addition to the basement key, she has keys to several cars that she’s kept but not used often, in the safe. She knows she’ll probably have to part with them at some point because she pays more for the maintenance than she should, but she can’t help but be a little nostalgic.

“It’s six boxes, right?” 

Wanda nods as she unlocks the door and flips on the light with a sigh. She hasn’t been in here in a while so she’s not surprised by how dusty it is and she hides a grimace before she starts to walk down the stairs. 

“Yeah, did you bring the truck?” 

Pietro nods even though she can’t see it but she figures that he wouldn’t bring his sportscar to move all this. She was a little surprised when he’d arrived at her house one day with a giant pickup. She had wanted to give him grief about it, but apparently, he’d gotten it to go camping with Natalya. They’d done it a couple of times and it was always a struggle to pack everything that Pietro wanted including a list of nearly 40 items. Natalya had been so young she could barely get in the truck without help and Wanda couldn’t help but imagine her daughter just disappearing under it. 

One time you’d gone with them and brought the dogs and it was apparently a lot of fun. This is what Natalya claimed anyway, but you and Pietro were less vocal about your opinions to the point that Wanda had to ask you later what had happened.

Apparently the two of you had been surprised by a bear the last night and your two dogs had chased after it leaving you to chase after them. You haven’t gone camping since, but Pietro tried to take Little Nat out a couple times a year. 

“It’s filthy down here, Wanda.” 

Wanda just nods in agreement because she’s sure there are plenty of things living down here that she doesn’t want to know anything about. She knows she’s going to have to deal with it if she really wants to build a pool down here, but that’s a task for another day. 

“I’d be surprised if it wasn’t, Piet. Let’s get these upstairs.” 

It only takes a few minutes with the two of them working together before the boxes are stacked in the foyer ready to be taken outside. Wanda wanted to clean them off first, but Pietro argued that there was really no point. They were just going to another dusty house and she eventually acquiesced when she heard her phone ring as she stepped out of the house with their third box. 

“Shit, I should get that sorry.” 

Pietro sighed dramatically, but he lifted it just fine on his own and headed to the truck while Wanda went back inside. It stopped ringing as soon as she got there, but she only got to see the number of the caller before they were calling again. 

It was Natalya’s school. 

Wanda didn’t hesitate to answer and she completely ignored her brother as she listened to the woman on the other end of the line. Her jaw continues to drop with each thing this woman, her daughter’s principal says and she’s already looking for her keys when she’s told what is needed of her. 

“Mrs. Maximoff, if you and your wife could come at dismissal for a meeting, I’m hoping we can resolve this issue.” 

Wanda’s so stunned by what Natalya apparently did today at school that she can’t answer immediately. It’s not until she sees her brother shooting her a confused look that she gathers her wits and nods in understanding. 

“Of course. We’ll – I’ll call her and we’ll both try to be there.” 

Wanda honestly doesn’t hear the woman say anything in response before she just stares at her phone after the call’s ended. What the hell was going on?

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#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x female reader #wanda maximoff fanfiction #wanda x reader #post mob au #growing pains #natalya maximoff

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what’s been your favorite story/part to write for the silver springs au?? or like top three hehe

Hello! That's easy

1 - anything dog related because 🐶

2 - all of the fluff - it's a chance to explore random but fun stuff that I can pretend is canon

3 - The Maximoff Twins! - because we were robbed (and Wanda deserves to be happy)

#ask #modedddd #silver springs #I'll try to proofread/write on my day off!

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It's ok! I hope everything gets better! Remember to take care of yourself! 😊

Thank you! It's better this week already, and I might have time to write today 😉

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