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  • digsyiscomics
    13.06.2021 - 36 minutes ago

    Vision and the Scarlet Witch v2 #8, May 1986, written by Steve Englehart, penciled by Richard Howell

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  • thewandaromanoff
    13.06.2021 - 58 minutes ago

    Pickup Truck

    Summary: After the constant interruptions, Wanda finally manages to have you... in the back of Steve’s truck. 

    Pairing: Wanda x Reader

    Warnings: 18+ only, smut, vaginal fingering, oral sex, masturbation, implied strap-on use, outside sex

    Words: 2,182

    This picks up where Full House has left off. Though not necessary, I suggest reading it because it is quite adorable.

    ⚠⚠Do not read if you are less than 18⚠⚠


    With the stars shining above you, your eyes glued to the bright specks littering the sky, you couldn't help but chuckle lightly when you saw Wanda staring at you in your peripheral vision instead. You turned your head to look at her, your eyes melting into her grassy greens. You sighed thoughtfully before you pointed out, "The stars are above you, baby."

    She hummed before scooting closer to you, your head instinctively looking towards her to see just how truly close she was. "I'm looking at something better than a few billion lights sprinkling the sky."

    You laughed softly, your cheeks blushing a furious red shade as you looked away from her. She inched closer to you, being nearly on top of you at this point. And your body was very aware of it, squirming underneath her to get some sort of friction going. She chuckled when she realized what you were doing, her hand moving underneath the blanket to rest on your thigh, dangerously close to your heated sex.

    “You really want to do this right now?” you managed to ask, breathless underneath her. “In the back of Steve’s truck?”

    She pretended to think about it for a moment, but it wasn’t much longer before she was rolling over to lay on top of you completely, her leg tucking in between your legs to prevent you from rubbing your thighs together. “I really want to do this right now,” she told you, her lips ghosting across your neck, her breath sending chills erupting on your spine. “Do you?”

    Your hands cupped the back of her neck, a smile crossing your features. “I’ll always want you, my love.” You brought her into a harsh kiss, the blanket slipping off of your twisted bodies as she slid her hand down in between you and her, pulling a gasp out of your throat as she ventured her way underneath your waistband.

    You turned your head as her lips landed on your neck, leaving a trail of tiny, warm kisses as her fingers rubbed along your covered slit. "I love you," she whispered into your ear, your hands gripping her forearms as your hips bucked into her hand, her light laugh vibrating against your throat.

    "Wanda," you pleaded, a moan parting your lips as her fingers pushed your panties out of the way, collecting your slick on her tips.

    She hummed as she lightly touched your clit, your body twitching upwards for a brief moment at the split second feeling of bliss. You squeezed her forearms harshly, a whimper escaping your throat when you felt nothing but cold emptiness when her hand suddenly abandoned you. Her lips were pressed against yours in a soft kiss, fire burning your cheeks as she worked her hands to unbuckle your pants.

    Your hands left her forearms, disappearing under her shirt, your nails lightly scratching up her back. You just barely managed to unhook her bra before she peeled herself away from you, sitting on you as you looked up at her. The stars made a perfect backdrop at the moment behind her, but you didn't dare take your eyes off of her. 

    She effortlessly removed her shirt, her bra sliding down her arms and your breath got caught in the back of your throat as she presented her breasts to you, tossing the useless clothes over the edge of the truck bed. Your hand absentmindedly reached out for her, but she was already moving once more, clearly impatient to tug your pants off of you, tossing them away before tugging against your shirt roughly. 

    You grinned as you sat up, barely having your shirt off before she pulled it away from you to throw it out of the way, your bra was quick to follow. You laughed, bubbles filling your chest as she gently pushed you back down, your eyes remaining on her as she moved backward. 

    "You're so wet, baby," she whispered, her mouth mere inches away from your throbbing pussy and her breath cool compared to the heat radiating off of it. "Just for me?"

    "Only for you," you breathed out, though the breath was instantly stuck in your throat when her tongue swiped up your clit, a strangled groan replacing the calm breathing. "Wanda, I-"

    Your body quivered underneath her as her tongue dipped deeper into your core, your hands disappearing in her hair as her fingers dug into the flesh of your thighs. You bit back your moans, the feeling of being so highly exposed out in the open rendered you shy, even if there was nobody else around to witness your fiancé pleasuring you in the back of your friend's pickup.

    Your hands developed a mind of their own, tugging against Wanda's hair lightly when you felt her slide two digits past your entrance, digging her fingers into your core for a moment before pulling them out, your back arching as she drove them back into you. Her tongue still licked stripes up your clit, your body shaking as you released the quiet moan that had been building up.

    She picked her head up as her fingers dug into your cunt, spreading wide like a pair of scissors as she made eye contact with you, licking your juices off of her lips. "Louder, baby," she demanded, moaning softly as she curled her fingers inside of you. Your legs tried to close on instinct, but she was quick to prevent that with her free hand. "I want to hear that beautiful set of chords you got in there."

    "Wanda-" You gasped as she flipped her hand over suddenly, her fingers spinning in you and grazing your sweet spot.

    "Say my name," she ordered, pulling her fingers out quickly, her nails slightly tickling your entrance. You whimpered at the emptiness, bucking your hips towards her, but she repositioned herself, using her body to prevent you from closing your legs so she could push your hips down with her hand. She smiled at you, the tips of her fingers pressing lightly into you, but she didn't go any further than that. And now, with her hand pushing against your hip, you couldn't thrust into her fingers.


    "No," she interrupted, tsking teasingly as she pulled her fingers out an inch. "You know what I want to hear you say, darling."

    You groaned as she continued slowly sliding her fingers out, your walls trying to clench around her fingers, to drag them back in, but she easily resisted. "Mommy," you begged, your voice inconsolable, "please." She chuckled lowly, the only warning you received before she jammed her fingers into you roughly, her free hand removing itself from your hips so she could rub your pulsating clit. Your loud moans seemed to echo through the air, your head going back against the bed of the truck as your back arched.

    Wanda showed no mercy, her loving words encouraged you to an orgasm as her hands worked on your pussy. Your walls clenched her fingers tightly as you rode the high, your breathing heavy and your heart hammering away at your ribcage. And, maybe it was the thought of chasing a stomach-turning orgasm in the back of Steve Rogers's truck, but you were already experiencing a second climax before you fully finished your first.

    Wanda laughed as she pulled her hands away from you, your body too weak and tired to fight for her to stay. She stuck her fingers into her mouth, ridding them from your juices as you took the moment to catch your breath. She smiled at you, unbuttoning her pants and shrugging out of them. 

    You weakly reached out for her, your nerves still convulsing from the back to back orgasms, and a whine slipped in between your breathing when she smacked your hand away. She shook her head as she tossed her pants onto the ground, her panties soon followed. "If you want me, you know what you have to do." She swiped a quick finger down your sensitive clit, your body quaking at the sudden contact, and she stuck her tongue out to press the wet finger into the padding of her tongue. You moaned, swallowing your saliva with a loud gulp as her hands ventured down her own body. "Come on, dorogoy."

    You picked up your arms and mirrored her movement, running both your hands over your breasts and down your stomach, your cheeks red as you reached your used pussy. Your fingers skated over your clit, a low moan forming in your throat as your eyes fluttered close. "This isn't fair," you whispered hoarsely, rubbing your bundle of nerves rapidly as you tried to get off for her. 

    Wanda bit her bottom lip as she watched your hand work on your pussy, the temptation of reaching out to help you was strong, but she resisted. She rubbed her own, though at a slower pace than you. Your back arched, your throat stretched as your jaw clenched, and she watched with sparkling eyes as you fought against your third orgasm in hopes that she'd offer a helping hand.

    Her hands grabbed onto your ankles and slowly slid up your calves, over your knees and up your thighs and your eyes opened when you felt her hand over your own. "Let me show you how to do it," she expressed, her eyes dilated with lust. With her hand wrapped around your wrist, she tugged you into a sitting position and guided your hand down to her pussy. You were too awestruck to say anything as she pressed your fingers against her clit, the moan coming from her encouraged you to rub in fast, tiny circles as her hand flew away from yours, gripping onto the sides of the truck bed to keep herself upright.

    She knew you had done it on purpose, having known that there were one of two ways that little stunt would've played out, and considering the circumstances of recent events, she was in a good mood tonight.

    "Fuck, baby," she moaned and you scooted closer to her, your breasts pressed against hers as you killed off her next moan with a kiss. She slowly fell backwards, her head hanging off the end of the truck as you stayed sitting up, moving two of your fingers to push past her entrance. She moaned at the sudden penetration, her eyes wide as she picked her head up to look at you. "Did I say you can-" A gasp cut off her sentence when you curled your fingers inside of her, your nails barely scraping against her sweet spot as a smile formed on your lips when you felt her walls squeeze your fingers desperately.

    "You're so beautiful," you murmured as her head lolled off of the truck, her eyes closed. "I love you so much."

    "Shut up and fuck me," she pleaded, earning laughter from you. Your fingers pistoned in and out of her, a strong and steady pace as your other hand reached up to take one of her breasts into it. She moaned loudly, louder than you were, and you chuckled at that. She wanted to prove a point.

    “Like this, mommy?” Your face was stuck in a permanent grin as your thumb danced on her clit, your fingers continuing to send her pleasure through her core, your other hand rubbing the hardened nipple underneath your fingertips, and the groan escaping Wanda only encouraged you to do more. She gripped onto your hand as her walls clenched tightly around your fingers, signifying just how close she was to her climax… and then you pulled out, your hand squeezing out from her grip just before she could process exactly what had happened.

    Her eyes flew open, her head lifting up to look at you with narrowed pupils. You sent her a sheepish smile, an innocent smile, as you sat back. And, to top it all off, you maintained eye contact with her as you wiped off her extract onto the blankets beneath you. The disrespect shown on her face, her narrowed eyes growing smaller as she sat up, pushing you back so you were lying on the ground.

    Boy, were you happy that she was in such a good mood.

    Her body fell on top of yours, chest to chest as her lips grazed yours. And when you tried to catch her mouth in a kiss, she dodged your attempts. Without another word, she peeled herself off of you and climbed out of the truck, sitting up as you watched her make her way back to the house, her footsteps loud and filled with annoyance.

    “Where are you going?” you called out, a small, challenging smile resting on your lips.

    “I’m going to get the strap,” she returned as you listened to the front door open. “You’re finishing me off one way or another tonight, Y/N!”

    You laughed lightly as you laid back down, looking up at the stars as you awaited your fiancé's punishment.

    You don’t think you’d be able to ever look Steve in the face again.

    #wanda maximoff#scarlet witch#marvel #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x reader #maximoff x reader #scarlet witch x reader #marvel cinematic universe #smut #wanda maximoff smut #scarlet witch smut #wanda maximoff x reader smut #scarlet witch x reader smut #marvel smut#mcu#mcu smut #dead dove do not eat
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  • jaurnals
    13.06.2021 - 1 hour ago

    New Year’s Day // Wanda Maximoff X Reader

    Summary: A New Year’s Eve Masquerade Ball takes a turn on the reader’s life. [1.262 words]

    There's glitter on the floor after the party
    Girls carrying their shoes down in the lobby
    Candle wax and polaroids on the hardwood floor

    The night before feels surreal.

    Tony had the brilliant idea of hosting a Masquerade Ball for New Year's Eve. I wasn't the most thrilled about it, but everyone seemed so excited about it that I couldn't pass up the opportunity.

    However, Avengers Tower was quickly filled with what seemed like hundreds of people, which I was not happy about.

    Beautiful girls.


    Heck, I bet Batman was there too.

    As I finished dressing up in a red velvet suit, I made my way back to the Grand Hall. Since I couldn't find my best friend Wanda, I started making my way towards Steve and Thor (their masks clearly couldn't hide their muscles and their funny accents). As soon as I took a seat next to them, my eyes caught the sight of a beautiful woman who stood at the top of the long, spiral staircase.

    She looked around for a few seconds then her eyes locked with mine. She looked familiar and at that moment;

    I felt infinite.

    I couldn't figure out who she was, which bothered me, but I couldn't help but feel as if we were the only people in the room. She smiled back and I felt myself spinning. I immediately turned away to Steve to ask if he knew who she was. He mentioned he's never seen her before and that I should go introduce myself to her.

    So there I went.

    I shocked myself at the speed I took off towards the woman.

    I couldn't help but wonder who she was so I mentally made a list of potential candidates.

    Natasha Romanoff? No, she's at the bar.

    Maria Hill? No, she's talking to Natasha.

    Carol Danvers? She'd rather be caught dead than be caught wearing a dress and she hates parties.

    As soon as I reached the top of the staircase, I held my hand out to her.

    The song playing was slow so I thought the perfect moment couldn't come any sooner.

    "May I have this dance, my lady?"

    "You may."

    Making our way down the staircase. The crowd began to dance, but immediately stepped away when we stepped onto the floor. The orchestra soon realized what was happening and started playing a ballad I've never heard before.

    Soon enough, I realized I wasn't the best dancer.

    Not only was the woman beautiful, but she was the best dancer I've ever met.

    Don't read the last page
    But I stay when you're lost and I'm scared and you're turning away
    I want your midnights
    But I'll be cleaning up bottles with you on
    New Year's day

    So we kept dancing.

    The crowd came back to reality and danced as if it was the last night of their life.

    The woman and I made small talk for hours.

    Her voice, her smell, and her eyes looked too familiar and I put off asking for her name.

    It was clear we were both too shy to say anything else.

    The time was now 11:31pm.

    Everyone made their way to their seats, while the woman and I made our way outside to catch a taxi.

    You squeeze my hands three times in the back of the taxi
    I can tell it's going to be a long road
    I'll be there if you're the toast of the town, babe
    Or if you strike out and you're crawling home

    We decided to head to my apartment.

    It wasn't too far from the tower, but the ride there felt eternal.

    My eyes constantly locked with the woman's eyes and we'd giggle whenever we'd catch each other staring at the other.

    Her giggle was so familiar.

    Why does she feel familiar to me?

    Glancing at my phone

    the time now read 11:53pm.

    Hold on to the memories, they will hold on to you
    Hold on to the memories, they will hold on to you
    Hold on to the memories, they will hold on to you
    And I will hold on to you

    I grew impatient.

    I had to know who she was before midnight.

    I felt as if this was Cinderella and she'd run off because the spell would break then.

    So I took her arm and we ran to my apartment.

    11:59pm, December 31st

    12:00am, January 1st

    We kissed.

    We heard fireworks in the distance as our lips met in a slow, passionate kiss.

    Then I couldn't feel her anymore.

    She took off the moment we needed air.

    And I've never this empty before.

    Please don't ever become a stranger whose laugh I could recognize anywhere
    Please don't ever become a stranger whose laugh I could recognize anywhere

    It's now New Year's Day and I'm back at the tower to help clean up the mess from the ball the night before. My mind kept drifting off at the thought of how her lips felt in mine. I asked the team to help me find the woman, but there was no use.

    She left no trace.

    Wanda finally appeared behind me and broke the silence as I was sweeping the floor.

    "I had to chase a girl in the hallway out of here. She was completely knocked out and she looked so scared so she took off barefoot" She giggled.

    Her giggle.

    It sounded like- wait no, knock it off Y/N.

    "So what happened with you last night?" She asked.

    "I took off with a stranger. Where were you?" I asked.

    "I also took off with someone" She stated.

    "Oh? What happened?" I curiously asked.

    "I got scared and ran away before anything else could happen" She said.

    Then it hit me.

    Like the bus hit Regina George in Mean Girls.

    Wanda might be the beautiful woman from the night before.

    There's glitter on the floor after the party
    Girls carrying their shoes down in the lobby
    Candle wax and polaroids on the hardwood floor
    You and me forevermore

    "So, did you get their name?"

    "No. But Y/N, they felt so familiar. It was like I've known them forever. I wish I could kiss them again."

    I picked up a polaroid of a couple and to my surprise, the woman from last night and I were in the background dancing.

    "Wanda, look. Who are they?"

    My heart started racing when she took the polaroid from me. I could smell her perfume.

    The woman from last night's perfume.

    "Oh my god, that's me. And that's the person I left the party with."

    My eyes widened.

    I found her.

    The woman from last night.

    "Wanda, that's me."

    She slapped me.

    So I cupped her face and kissed her.

    Don't read the last page
    But I stay when it's hard or it's wrong or we're making mistakes
    I want your midnights
    But I'll be cleaning up bottles with you on
    New Year's Day

    I couldn't even begin to express how it felt to have her lips in mine again.

    I didn't notice that I was longing for her touch.

    I needed it.

    I needed her.

    And she needed me too.

    Hold on to the memories, they will hold on to you
    Hold on to the memories, they will hold on to you
    Hold on to the memories, they will hold on to you
    And I will hold on to you

    "I thought I'd never find you."

    "It's always been you."

    "I love you."

    "I love you more, my lady."


    A/N: Hello! I’m Angel and this is my first Wanda one-shot and it’s based on one of my all time favorite Taylor Swift songs “New Year’s Day.” I’m kinda nervous to see how this will go. Thanks so much for reading and please feel free to send requests! I can’t wait to write more. This one-shot is also on my Wattpad (same username) so show some love there too if you’d like! Ok bye~ 💛

    #wanda x you #wanda x reader #scarlet witch #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff#elizabeth olsen #elizabeth olsen x reader #elizabeth olsen x you #wanda maximoff x reader #scarlet witch x reader
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  • kai-queen
    13.06.2021 - 1 hour ago

    Peter: Everytime I hear someone talking about updog, I’m torn between not wanting to fall for it and wanting to help them complete their joke.

    Bucky: Okay, but what is updog?

    Tony: Updog is a long sausage in a bun, often served with ketchup, mustard, onions, and/or relish.

    Natasha: Not, that’s a hot dog. An updog is when a new version or patch of an application is released.

    Clint: No, that's an update. You’re thinking of the fourth largest city in Sweden.

    Wanda: Surely, that’s Uppsala, where’s updog is the giant spider in Harry Potter.

    Sam: That’s Aragog. Updog is a symbol conventionally used for an arbitrarily small number in analysis proofs.

    Natasha: You’re thinking of epsilon. Updog is an upward-moving air current.

    Tony: No, that’s an updraft. An updog is the modern version of a henway.

    Bucky: What’s a henway??

    Peter: Oh, about five pounds.

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  • tonystarksfifthchild
    13.06.2021 - 1 hour ago

    Wanda in her room upset that vision just died: what is love?

    Y/N from the common room: baby don’t hurt me..

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  • digsyiscomics
    13.06.2021 - 2 hours ago

    Vision and the Scarlet Witch v2 #7, April 1986, written by Steve Englehart, penciled by Richard Howell

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  • diegodraws
    13.06.2021 - 2 hours ago

    Wiccan Casual Headshot 2021

    It’s been a long time since I posted a new Wiccan! I have been wanting to draw him more adult-ish for months and finally it seems yesterday i got the patience to do this experiment.

    Hope you like it and Happy pride month btw!

    Done with Clip Studio Paint

    Instagram  | Artstation  | Twitter | Facebook

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  • incorrect-wandavision-quotes
    13.06.2021 - 2 hours ago
    #source: crooked kingdom #wandavision#agatha harkness#agnes#wanda maximoff#scarlet witch#wandavision spoilers#i guess#mcu#marvel #incorrect marvel quotes #incorrect mcu quotes #incorrect wandavision quotes #incorrect wandavision
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  • vividly-creative
    13.06.2021 - 3 hours ago

    #100daysofwriting, Day Twelve, 2021-06-12

    So for today, lets do some discovery writing. I give you a prompt, and you write at least three paragraphs of a character reacting to it. Let's see who you discover.

    The prompt:

    Unfortunately, things never go according to plan around here.

    I didn't made anyone react perse, but I like the scene I came up with.

    WIP Scarlet’s Book of Shadows:

    Words: 476

    Scarlet and Philip fell out of the portal and smashed into the cold grass. They found themselves in The Forgotten Woods, beneath the full moon. Both of them grunted in pain.

    “Okay,” Scarlet started saying breathlessly  while getting up.  “here’s what we are going to do.”

    “Oh so there’s another plan?” Philip interrupted her, sitting up “For what?”

     “What do you mean for what? To get Celes back!” She narrowed her eyebrows, confused with her friend’s words.

    Philip let out a heavy sigh and tried, with difficulty, to get up to his feet. “Scarlet, if Celes wanted to come back she would’ve by now.” 

    “She’s just a confused little witchling!”

    “She banished us into the fucking woods!” Philip argued back, not being able to control his anger. 

    “These are the woods from home! We know them by heart! She’s not trying to hurt us!”

    “And what is she trying to do, exactly?”

    “I… I don’t know.” Scarlet admitted, heartbroken. 

    Silence surrounded them as they stood in the middle of the woods, staring at each other with pain in their eyes. Philip pressed both of his hands together and took a deep breath.

    “She lost her way and she’s too far in it already-” He started saying  gently, but Scarlet interrupted him.

    “No Philip, we do not turn our backs on family!”

    “She already turned her back on us! It's over Scarlet, she’s not part of the coven anymore and it pains me to say it, but she doesn’t want us to keep looking for her and asking her what’s wrong. She made her choice. She wants to be left alone.” Philip almost screamed, he felt just as betrayed as Scarlet did.

    Scarlet didn’t know what to say. She knew her friend was just stating the facts but it hurt her that he would give up on Celes, just like that. 

    She watched as Philip started walking towards the house while she stood there, unable to leave her place. The moon shone through the trees and she felt the light on her skin hug her, as if it was aware of her pain.

    Her vision started getting blurry from the tears and she couldn’t hold them any longer. Scarlet dropped to her knees and her tears began to fall down her cheeks. 

    Philip turned around and dropped to his knees beside her, his anger disappearing the moment he heard her cry.

    “This wasn’t supposed to happen.”  Scarlet said in between breaths in Philip’s chest as  he wrapped his arms tight around her.

    “Unfortunately, things never go according to plan.”  Philip whispered loud enough for her to hear. “Come on, it’s freezing, let’s go inside.”

    He helped her get up to her feet and the both of them walked, hand in hand, out of the woods, trying to let go of their love for the little sister they once knew.

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  • lesbiamelia
    13.06.2021 - 3 hours ago

    „Ego crush is so severe

    God, it's brutal out here“

    Wanda Maximoff | Avengers: Age of Ultron
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  • buckys-blue-eyes
    13.06.2021 - 4 hours ago

    I’m so in love with 50’s Wanda it’s not even funny

    But also Wanda’s magic show outfit? UGH

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  • digsyiscomics
    13.06.2021 - 5 hours ago

    Vision and the Scarlet Witch v2 #6, March 1986, written by Steve Englehart, penciled by Richard Howell

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  • w-a-n-d-a-n-a-t
    13.06.2021 - 5 hours ago

    *Wanda and Natasha skipping stones on lake*

    Wanda: It’s such a beautiful evening.

    Natasha, whispering: Take that you fucking lake

    #wandanat #wandanat incorrect quotes #wanda x natasha #wanda maximoff x natasha romanoff #Natasha x wanda #maximoff x romanoff #black widow#scarletwidow#scarlet witch#marvel#the avengers#wandavision
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  • euryalex
    13.06.2021 - 6 hours ago

    In a massive Scarlet Witch mood lately...

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  • kandaarchive
    13.06.2021 - 6 hours ago
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  • digsyiscomics
    13.06.2021 - 8 hours ago

    Vision and the Scarlet Witch v2 #5, February 1986, written by Steve Englehart, penciled by Richard Howell

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  • thelonelymutant
    13.06.2021 - 8 hours ago

    Fanart by Valoofle.


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  • janartworldyt
    13.06.2021 - 9 hours ago

    So a few months ago I made this wandavision drawing and I regret drawing it at least i didn’t finish it (;´༎ຶٹ༎ຶ`)

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  • wellsayhelloaagin
    13.06.2021 - 9 hours ago

    Can't Let You Go (Happier Part Four)

    Summary: You love your girlfriend, so why can't you get Wanda out of your head?

    Pairing: Wanda x Female Reader

    Genre: angst

    Words: 6012

    A/N: So here it is folks, the final part of Happier. It's a lot longer than planned but I like the way it turned out. Fingers crossed you all do as well. As always, let me know what you think. Comments make my heart happy.

    Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four

    The next morning you wake to soft kisses along your bare shoulder. Warm lips trail up your neck causing a shiver to go down your spine.

    “I know you’re awake,” you hear a voice in your ear causing you to smile.

    “And whose fault would that be?” you tease, rolling over and meeting the eyes of your girlfriend.

    “I couldn’t help it, you just looked so cute lying there,” Emily said, crawling between your legs and resting her head on her arms as she folded them across your chest. Your own arms circling around her waist and hugging her to you.

    “I’m sorry I couldn’t make it last night,” she pouts at you adorably.

    “It’s ok,” you reply, leaning up and kissing her gently. Her pout turns into a soft smile. “Your job is important to you.”

    “You’re more important to me,” she shrugs and you feel your heart soar at the words.

    “You’re such a cheesball,” you joke, reaching up to run your thumb along her cheek.

    She rolls her eyes at you before changing the subject. “So besides seeing you looking incredibly hot in that dress,” she nodded toward your outfit from the night before that was laying on the floor where you left it, “did I miss anything?”

    You bite your lip as you contemplate your answer. Your mind flashes back to Wanda pressed against you, her breath in your ear, her lips trailing across your neck. It’s not that you wanted to keep things from Emily, but she had already expressed her concern over your friendship with Wanda, and you didn’t want to give her anything to worry about. Especially when there was nothing to worry about, right?

    You shrug noncommittally, “Just the usual. Nat drank way too much and bet Sam that she could land a backflip off the pool table in her heels. He wasn’t thrilled about having to stand in the freezer for twenty minutes in his underwear when he lost.”

    “He should know better,” Emily laughs, shaking her head.

    You laugh lightly with her, remembering the way Sam complained about being cold for the rest of the night. By that stage most of the guests had left, leaving the team sitting on the usual couches, enjoying the last remnants of the party. The drinks flowed freely but you kept to your water, wanting to keep a clear head after your encounter with Wanda earlier. You hadn’t seen her since, suspecting that she had gone off to her room to avoid you.

    “He’ll never learn,” you reply and Emily nods in agreement before yawning.

    You frown at the tired look in her eyes, reaching up to cup her cheek. “What time did you finish work?” you ask, your voice filled with concern.

    She leans into your touch and hums quietly, “About half an hour ago,” she replies, “I came straight here from the office.”

    “Why didn’t you go home and sleep?” your thumb strokes her cheek, and she closes her eyes and leans further into your hand.

    “Wanted to see you first,” she mumbles in reply.

    You feel the butterflies fill your stomach again at her sweet gesture, but they’re quickly squashed when you realise how exhausted she truly looks.

    “I’ll make you a deal ok?” you begin and she opens her eyes to look at you, “We can hang out tonight, just the two of us, but you have to get some sleep first.”

    “Are you going to be joining me in this sleep?” she asks and her head comes down to rest on your chest, her arms sliding around to hug you.

    You sigh before responding, “Sorry love, I’ve got things to take care of. But I promise I’ll be here when you wake up.”

    Emily tries to pout at your words, but she yawns again and agrees reluctantly. You slide out from under her, and by the time you’ve returned from your shower, she is already passed out in your bed. You smooth the hair off her forehead before bending down and placing a gentle kiss there.

    After getting dressed, you leave your room, determined to seek Wanda out and talk about whatever the hell happened the night before and clear the confusion swimming in your mind.


    Wanda isn’t hard to track down. You find her in the kitchen, a cup of coffee in her hands and a piece of half-finished toast on the bench in front of her. It’s still early and you hope that the rest of the team are still fast asleep.

    Wanda looks up as you enter the room, her eyes going wide and you can almost feel the shame radiating from her. She drops her head and you see her shoulders rise as she takes a deep breath. When she looks up again you can see tears swimming in her eyes, and you weren’t prepared for the vulnerability you see in them.

    “I’m sorry,” she says softly and you cross the room to sit across from her.

    You draw one of your legs up and hug it to your chest as you wait for her to continue.

    “What I did last night,” she says, a dry laugh escaping her, “I was so out of line.”

    “Yeah, you were,” you agree, resting your head on your knee.

    “I’m such an idiot,” she says softly, “I put our whole friendship in jeopardy and I wish I could take it back but I can’t.” You notice a lone tear trail down her cheek before she angrily wipes it away.

    “Hey, we’ve all said things we didn’t mean when we were drunk,” you try to console her, knowing that she was beating herself up over her actions.

    “That’s the thing though,” she replied, looking down at the floor, “I meant every word.”

    You don’t know what to say to that, your mind going blank as you try to process her words.

    She looks up at you after a few seconds and the sincerity in her eyes takes your breath away.

    “Look,” she begins, her eyes burning with intensity, “Here’s the truth. Emily seems great. She really does. But I don’t know if I can take this anymore.” She’s standing now, her arms gesturing wildly as she talks. “I’m selfish, I know I am, but I can’t let you go. The thought of you moving on and forgetting me kills me inside. She’s beautiful, she’s kind, she brings out the best in you. And I want you to be happy, I really truly do.” She takes a breath, the energy seeming to fade from her as her shoulders hunch like she’s collapsing in on herself. “I just don’t want you to be happier than when you were with me.” And with her whispered confession, Wanda turns and flees the room.

    You stand there dumbfounded, your mind whirling as you try and process what just happened.

    Why did Wanda seem to care all of a sudden? I mean she broke up with you right, she decided you weren’t worth it and she left. Left you to pick up the broken pieces of your heart and try and move on. Emily helped you put those pieces back together, she was warmth and kindness. She cared about you, she always put you first, that should be enough right?

    Your mind still reeling you made your way back to your room. Emily is still asleep in your bed and you take a moment to watch her. Your stomach still erupts in butterflies when you see her, that has to count for something right? The light from the half-open blinds is dancing across her face, she looks so peaceful lying there, unaware of the turmoil inside your head.

    “Stop staring you creeper and come join me,” she says lowly, one eye cracked open to glance at you.

    Her voice breaks you out of your thoughts for a moment, and you smile at her outstretched hand beckoning you over. You lie down beside her in the bed and she immediately curls into you, falling back asleep instantly. Your mind begins to wander to Wanda again.

    Remembering all the nights you held her just like this and the way it made you feel. With Emily, you feel safe and content, but with Wanda, it was different. With Wanda, you felt a fierce kind of love, like nothing could ever come between the two of you. Holding Wanda in your arms felt like you were holding your entire world.

    You groan and close your eyes, trying to rid the thoughts of Wanda from your mind, focusing instead on the woman in your arms. Emily was a breath of fresh air, a light to guide you through the dark. She was everything you wanted. You just needed to remind yourself of that.


    After the encounter in the kitchen, Wanda disappeared again. You learned through Natasha that she had left the compound, stating that she needed to sort some things out before she came back.

    You weren’t sure if Natasha knew about what had happened, you wouldn’t be surprised if she did, but she thankfully didn’t bring it up.

    The compound felt different without her presence, and you found yourself thinking of Wanda often, hoping she was ok. Every time someone mentioned her, you found yourself paying close attention, hoping to hear even the smallest detail to satisfy your need to know how she was. You were so caught up in your thoughts of Wanda that you missed the way Emily’s face would fall when it happened. She noticed the way your face would light up at the mention of her name or the way you’d relax after hearing that she was fine.

    This continued for a few weeks until one day Natasha informed the group that Wanda would be returning later that week. The smile on your face at the news was too much for Emily to ignore, and she knew what she had to do.

    Later that night, as the two of you are sitting on the couch in your room watching a movie she decides to just rip off the bandaid. She pauses the movie and you look at her, eyebrows quirked.

    “Not enjoying it?” You ask, seeing the pained look on her face.

    “It’s always going to be her, isn’t it?” she asks, her voice shaking.

    “What?” your confusion evident.

    “Wanda,” she continues, “It’s always going to be Wanda isn’t it?”

    “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you respond, not ready to face the truth.

    “Every time someone brings her up you stop what you’re doing to listen, and it’s like you don’t even realise the effect she has on you.” Her eyes are swimming with tears now and your heart clenches in your chest.

    “I’m just worried about her, she’s my friend,” you try to reason.

    “It’s not just that,” the tears are falling freely now, and you hate that she’s hurting because of you. “The way you are when she’s around, god Y/N, it’s like she’s water and you’ve been stranded in the desert. You light up completely whenever she talks to you, and I thought that maybe I could just ignore it because you chose me. But I don’t think I can do it anymore. It hurts too much knowing that you’ll never feel that way about me.” Emily lets out a choked sob, and you move to hug her, but she stands from the couch. She wraps her arms around herself, trying to hold herself together.

    “But I love you,” you counter weakly, tears beginning to form in your own eyes.

    “Not like you love her,” she whispers. You begin to shake your head to deny it, but Emily speaks again, stopping you. “You are the love of my life Y/N, but she’s yours. And I can’t stand in the way of that, no matter how much it hurts to let you go.”

    She turns towards the door, and you call out to stop her, “Emily, wait.”

    You stand from the couch and walk towards her, and she turns to face you.

    “Please don’t leave,” you whisper, your voice shaking.

    She smiles softly at you, and you think for a second that she’ll stay. But then her smile fades and she opens her mouth to speak, your heart dropping. “Don’t let her get away again, Y/N. Fight for her.”

    With that, she opens the door and walks out, leaving you standing there crying.


    The days following Emily’s departure were tough.

    The rest of the team had heard about the breakup and were worried about how you were coping with it. Steve had tried to comfort you that first day, sitting next to you on the couch as you lay curled under a blanket, a box of tissues beside you, and a rom-com playing on the tv. But the way you snapped at him had him running scared and the rest of the team had given you a wide berth after that, collectively deciding to let you process on your own.

    Everyone except Natasha.

    She was the only one who wasn’t afraid of you, and you both loved and hated her for it.

    Thankfully she didn’t push you but rather was a comforting presence in the room as your mind tried to come to terms with what had happened.

    Your mind whirled between emotions. Sadness over the loss of the love you thought you had shared with Emily, confusion over the way Wanda kept flashing into your thoughts, a sense of relief that you couldn’t quite pinpoint where it came from, and anger. The anger built slowly, but it was eventually all you could feel.

    Anger at Emily for giving up so easily, anger at yourself for giving her a reason to leave, and anger at Wanda for being someone you couldn’t seem to move on from. You wanted to hate her, but you couldn’t.

    So instead you sulked around the compound, alternating between crying and glaring at anyone and everything because you couldn’t confront the main cause of the anger inside you.

    It was three days after the breakup when Natasha had finally had enough.

    You had come down from your room and entered the lounge room where she was watching tv and talking to Clint and Steve. The two tensed as you entered, but you simply ignored everyone and walked over to one of the armchairs, and began reading a book. Natasha glanced at you out of the corner of her eye before returning to the conversation.

    It was when you had sighed loudly for the fifth time in as many minutes that Natasha stopped her conversation and turned to you with her eyebrow raised. “Problem?” she asked, and if you weren’t so caught up in your head you would have heard the dangerous tone of her voice.

    “No,” you replied, glancing up at her and noticing the hard set of her jaw. Warning signs went off in your mind but you ignored them anyway. You looked back down at your book, still on the same page you were on five minutes ago, and looked at the words on the page without really reading them as your mind drifted back to its constant turmoil.

    Natasha narrowed her eyes in your direction, before turning back to the others. Steve and Clint had picked up on the tension in the room and were nervously sharing glances with each other, trying to figure out the best way to escape the room before it all boiled over.

    Your mind was still racing with thoughts of Wanda, about how she just flounced back into your life, gained your friendship again before destroying your relationship with Emily, and then disappeared. It was a total oversimplification of events, but you were still in denial about how you felt and it was much easier to place all the blame on her.

    You groaned out loud in frustration as your mind went back to Tony’s party and how she completely invaded your senses, and how you couldn’t seem to get it out of your head.

    This time when Natasha stopped her conversation, Steve and Clint rose from their seats and choked out half-formed excuses before fleeing the room. Not that it mattered, Natasha was no longer paying them any attention.

    You were oblivious to their exit or the way that your friend was glaring daggers at you. So when the cushion hit you in the face you jumped in surprise.

    “What the hell Nat?” you questioned angrily, looking over to see a satisfied smirk on her face.

    “You’re lucky it was a cushion and not something heavier,” she replied.

    “Why do you feel the need to throw things at me?” you try to glare at her, but she is completely unaffected.

    “Because you’re being dumb,” she answered simply, shrugging her shoulder like it was obvious.

    “I’m sorry, what?” you ask, your voice rising slightly.

    “You’ve been moping around here for days now instead of dealing with what’s going on,” she countered.

    “Wow, I’m sorry that my girlfriend dumped me and I’m trying to process that,” you laughed humourlessly.

    “Except that’s not the issue,” she throws back at you.

    “Well then do enlighten me. Since you seem to know everything about me, what is my issue?” You’re both outright yelling now, standing across the room from each other.

    “Ugh, you’re so frustrating. You can’t even admit it to yourself!” Natasha is gesturing wildly now as if to make her point.

    “Stop being so fucking cryptic Romanoff and get to the point,” you spit out, taking your frustrations out on your friend.

    “Ok fine, let me spell it out for you then.” she begins walking towards you slowly, “You’re too scared to deal with your breakup with Emily because it would mean you’d finally have to admit to yourself that you’re still in love with Wanda.” By the time she’s finished, she’s standing directly in front of you, poking you in the chest to emphasise her point.

    You scoff and roll your eyes, panic gripping your heart at the truth behind her words. “Don’t be ridiculous Nat, Wanda and I broke up almost a year ago.”

    Now it’s Natasha’s turn to roll her eyes, “What’s that got to do with anything? Just admit it, you still love her. We can all see it, Emily could see it, honestly, the only people who don’t see it are you and Wanda.”

    “You’re delusional,” you reply, your voice softer than before. The truth in her words taking all the fight out of you.

    “I don’t think I am,” she matches your volume now, hoping her words were sinking in.

    You look up at Natasha and she sees the fear in your eyes. The Y/E/C orbs shining from unshed tears. “I’m scared Tasha,” you whisper, “What if I lost my chance with her?”

    She pulls you into a hug, and you rest your head on her shoulder. “Just talk to her,” she whispers into your hair, “I don’t think you’re too late.”

    You take a deep, shuddering breath before leaving her embrace. You smile at her, but it doesn’t quite reach your eyes. “Yeah, maybe,” you say noncomittally before walking out of the room.


    Wanda returns the following day. You hear the commotion downstairs of her being welcomed back by the team but you decide to spend the day in your room. You don’t feel like being surrounded by all the noise, and you’re still trying to find the courage to face Wanda again.

    Your conversation with Natasha is still playing in your mind, and you find yourself doubting her words. The last conversation you had with Wanda made it seem like she still had feelings for you, but you wondered if maybe your relationships with Emily had pushed her over the edge.

    It had been weeks since you last saw her and you had no idea where she had been or what she had been doing. What if she had met someone new? What if you were too late in realising how you felt?

    So instead you hide out in your room and do your best to avoid Wanda, too scared to find out.

    Life had other plans though.

    About a week after Wanda’s return, you hear the team getting ready to go out on a mission. You pass Natasha in the hallway and she gives you a brief rundown of what was going on.

    “They’ve found a Hydra base upstate that they want us to clear out. They want as many of us there as possible.” She tells you as she starts to make her way to the briefing room.

    “Should I get ready?” you ask, looking down at the pajamas you still wore, your feet covered in your favourite fluffy socks.

    She smirks at your outfit before replying, “Nah don’t worry about it. I think we’ve got it covered.”

    She takes off again and you shrug before you walk down to the kitchen to make yourself some breakfast. There’s a flurry of movement around the compound for the next ten minutes and then silence as everyone leaves.

    You decide to enjoy the rare occurrence of having the place to yourself and ask F.R.I.D.A.Y to play some music. Soon you’re dancing around the kitchen, a mixing bowl full of cake batter in front of you as sing along loudly to your favourite song.

    As the song builds to the chorus, you bring the mixing spoon up to your mouth as if it were a microphone, dramatically singing along to the lyrics.

    You hear a small laugh behind you and you whirl around, your hand clutched to your chest.

    There in the doorway stands Wanda, an amused look on her face. You feel your cheeks heat with embarrassment at being caught and you quickly ask F.R.I.D.A.Y to cut the music. The AI obliges quickly and soon the two of you are left standing there, looking at each other with matching smiles on your faces.

    Wanda is the first to break the silence. “I forgot how much you enjoy that song,” she says lightly, a small chuckle escaping her.

    You bring your hand up to awkwardly scratch the back of your neck. “Uh yeah, sorry about that. I thought everyone was off on the mission. I hope the noise didn’t wake you.”

    She shakes her head lightly as she walks over to sit at the counter. “I was already up.” Her eyes fall to the mixing bowl on the counter, her finger dipping into the batter. “Whatcha making?” she asks innocently as she brings her finger to her lips, her mouth wrapping around the digit as she sucks the mixture off the end of it.

    Your eyes widen at the action, your mouth going dry as less than innocent thoughts start invading your mind. Wanda looks at you questioningly, her tongue darting out to lick a stray drop of batter from her lips, your eyes transfixed on the movement.

    “Uh, it’s a lemon cake,” you choke out, your eyes still glued to Wanda’s lips.

    She hums appreciatively while you struggle to get your mind under control. You shake your head to clear it of all the thoughts running through it and walk back over to the bowl to continue stirring.

    “So what’s the special occasion?” Wanda asks as you pour the batter into the tin and place it into the oven.

    “I just felt like baking today,” you say as you begin clearing up the mess you had made.

    Wanda nods and begins to help you, handing you things to place in the dishwasher. “Oh ok, I thought it might have been Emily’s birthday or something.”

    You place the last bowl in the dishwasher and turn it on, realising that Wanda hadn’t yet heard about the breakup. You had assumed that someone on the team would have told her by now and saved you the awkward conversation.

    “Oh, um her birthday is in May,” you begin, trying to find the best way to word it, “Plus we broke up so I guess I won’t be making her any cakes anymore.” Your voice trails off and you keep your eyes down, focusing on the cloth in your hand as you wipe the flour you spilled earlier from the bench.

    Out of the corner of your eye, you see Wanda pause, her hand frozen in mid-air.

    “Oh, Y/N, I’m so sorry,” she says quietly, her voice filled with pity.

    It’s the pity that you hear that makes your head snap up, your anger returning. You walk out of the room, Wanda following behind you.

    “Stop pretending to care, this is what you wanted!” You snap at her, crossing your arms over your chest. Wanda’s eyes widen at the sudden shift in your tone and she takes a tentative step towards you, her hands reaching out as if they were a peace offering.

    “I do care, I never wanted to see you hurt Y/N!” Wanda says calmly, still walking slowly towards you.

    You scoff at her, taking a step back for every step she makes toward you, wanting to hold onto the anger. “Well, it didn’t look that way when you walked out on us, that hurt more than anything else ever has.”

    Wanda recoils as if you had slapped her, her movements halting and she looks down at her feet. You see her take a shuddering breath in and when she looks back at you, you notice that her green eyes are swimming with tears.

    “You think it didn’t hurt me too? It hurt me so much but I thought you’d be better off without me,” her voice trembles as she speaks.

    “You don’t get to make that choice for me!” you yell at her, and now it’s you who is walking forward.

    “I know, I’m sorry, I am so sorry Y/N/N,” the tears begin to fall from her eyes now and you feel your anger leave you. You stop a few feet away from her, the two of you looking into each other’s eyes. You’re surprised by the pain you see in Wanda’s eyes, mirroring how you feel inside.

    “Why?” you whisper, almost too scared to hear the answer.

    “I was scared,” Wanda whispers back.

    “Scared of what?” you ask, your eyes never leaving Wanda’s.

    “I was scared of losing you,” she takes a breath before continuing, “There was that mission where you got hurt, and waiting for you to wake up killed me, even though they told me you would be fine” She closes her eyes now, the memory too painful. “When they called me to tell me what happened all I could think was ‘No, not again.’ I had already lost my parents and my brother, I couldn’t lose you too.”

    “But you lost me anyway,” you cut in before you can stop yourself.

    “Yeah,” she laughs humourlessly. “I was stupid. I was internalising and not dealing with things I really should have been dealing with. Every time I closed my eyes I would see you lying there in the hospital bed, so fragile and human. I couldn’t sleep, every time I tried I’d find myself having nightmares about you not waking up, or you getting shot or blown up. I was so scared of losing you that I started pushing you away. Better to do it on my terms than have you ripped away from me suddenly.” You think back to those final few weeks of your relationship, the constant fighting and bickering between the two of you. Everything started to make sense.

    “I’m seeing someone,” you feel your heart stop at the words. You were too late, she had moved on. Wanda notices the panicked look on your face and rushes to clarify, “I mean I’m seeing a therapist. They’re helping me deal with all the things I’ve been avoiding the past twenty years.”

    “Why didn’t you tell me all of this when we were together?” You ask her, hating yourself for not noticing the extent of her suffering. Maybe if you had noticed you could have saved the relationship.

    “I didn’t want you to know,” she shrugs, “I was afraid that if you saw how much of a mess I was you’d decide I wasn’t worth it and leave.”

    You begin to shake your head at her words, but she continues before you can open your mouth and reassure her. “Don’t worry, I know how stupid that is now. I should have trusted you, trusted the love you had for me, but I didn’t.” Her eyes meet yours again, and you can’t help but notice they look almost hopeful.

    “It’s my biggest regret, letting you go. I thought I was doing what was best for you, and then you moved on with Emily and I thought that maybe I had done the right thing. You seemed happy and loved and that’s what you deserve. But I won’t deny that I still want to be with you and make you happy. All I want is for you to be happy Y/N.” You notice how close she is now, the two of you unconsciously moving closer. She was so close now you could reach out and touch her if you wanted to. But you hesitated.

    “You shut me out once before, how do I know you won’t do it again?” you ask, wanting more than anything to take her into your arms, but fear still gripped your heart.

    “You don’t,” she replies, “But I can promise you that I will do everything I can to make it up to you. I hurt you, and I hate myself for it. But I’m done running from my feelings, good or bad. I promise that I’ll tell you how I’m feeling and I won’t push you away anymore. I lost you once because I was stupid and scared, I don’t want to lose you again.” She brings her hand up to cup your cheek, and you lean into the touch.

    “Please give me one more chance Y/N,” she’s pleading with you now, and you close your eyes to escape her intense stare, “Please don’t tell me I’m too late.”

    You shake your head, and she drops her hand, taking a step back. You open your eyes, seeing the hurt on her face and you realise she misinterpreted your actions.

    You take a step toward her, taking her hand in yours and bringing it back to your cheek.

    “You’re not too late,” you say, and you see her smile as she registers your words, “It’s always been you.”

    You feel her hand tense against your cheek, and she uses it to guide your face closer to hers. It feels as though time slows down. You keep your eyes on hers until the last second, wanting to remember everything. The way her green eyes are still shining with the tears from earlier, twinkling in the light. The way her wide smile causes her nose to scrunch up ever so slightly. The way she is looking at you like nothing else in the world matters.

    You close your eyes just before your lips touch hers. The kiss is gentle at first, you feel the soft pressure of her smooth lips on your own and it feels like home. You sigh contentedly, feeling whole again. She pulls back after a second, and your eyes flutter open to meet hers. You both smile widely at each other, eyes shining with love.

    This time when she surges forward, you meet her firmly. Your lips crush together with all the desperation of your time apart, and when she gasps into the kiss you take the opportunity to thrust your tongue into her mouth. You relish the familiar taste of her mouth, slightly salty from her tears. Your tongues tangle as she brings her other hand up to cup both your cheeks. You rest your hands on her hips and try to bring her closer to you, afraid to let go again.

    You’re not sure how long the kiss lasts, but eventually your need for air forces you to break it. As the two of you gasp for breath she begins to pepper your face with soft kisses. Across your nose, cheeks, forehead, eyelids. You begin to giggle at her antics and she pulls back to smile widely at you.

    “Hi,” she says, her voice light and still breathless.

    “Hi,” you parrot her words, feeling as though your smile would split your face in two.

    “I missed you,” she confesses, her arms sliding down to your neck, resting there.

    “I missed you too,” you say, and as if to emphasise your point you press your lips against Wandas again.

    She giggles as you pull away, and you know you’ll never get sick of that sound.

    Suddenly you hear the smoke alarm going off in the kitchen, and you jump at the sound.

    “Oh shit, the cake,” you cry out and rush to salvage your creation.

    Wanda fellows you into the kitchen and finds it full of smoke. You open the oven door, coughing at the acrid plume of smoke that puffs out at you. You wave your hands, trying to clear some of it as you remove the cake from the oven. The top is charcoal in colour, much darker than the golden brown you were going for.

    You throw the tin onto the bench and close the door to the oven, as Wanda asks F.R.I.D.A.Y to turn off the alarm. As the room quiets down again, you turn to face Wanda and the two of you begin to laugh.

    “I’m sorry about your cake,” Wanda tells you, sitting at the counter across from you and resting her chin in her hand.

    You shrug as you walk over to the cake to examine the damage. “Totally worth it,” you say, glancing up at her with a soft smile on your face.

    “I love you,” she breathes out, her tone full of sincerity.

    You look up at her, and you see nothing but adoration in her expression.

    “I love you too,” you return, dumping the cake into the garbage and walking around the counter toward her. You stand between her legs as she sits on the stool, her arms wrapping loosely around your waist.

    “So what should we do with this big empty house to ourselves?” You ask, suggestively raising your eyebrows at her.

    Wanda’s smile turns to a smirk, her pupils dilating as her grip on your waist tightens. “I can think of a few things.”


    Later when the team returns from the mission, they walk in to find you and Wanda lying on the couch together, a movie playing in the background. You are stretched out along the length of the sofa, an arm wrapped around Wanda as she lies half on top of you, cuddling you as she dozes peacefully. Sam looks as though he wants to comment but your sharp glare causes him to stop, his mouth half-open.

    The team all make excuses and hastily leave, Natasha the only one remaining behind, her eyes raking over your position on the couch. You can tell by the satisfied smirk on her lips that the words I told you so are about to come out of her mouth.

    “Don’t even start,” you say, but there’s no bite to your tone. You’re grateful for all her help to get you to this point.

    “I wouldn’t dream of it,” she replies as always, smiling at the two of you, before walking out of the room and leaving you alone.

    You look down at the sleeping woman in your arms, your heart bursting with love. You know that the road ahead won’t always be easy, but you know that it will all be worth it to have Wanda in your arms. You close your eyes and settle down on the couch, a soft smile on your face. You have never felt happier.

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