Wanda Maximoff x Reader | One Shots

Can't Sleep

You've been lying in bed for hours. You keep glancing over at the clock on your nightstand, watching as the hours tick by.

You finally decide to get out of bed and make your way to the kitchen to brew some tea.

As much as you love sleep, you also love how quiet and serene the compound is in the dead of the night. It's almost comforting.

Occasionally someone would join you in the kitchen around this hour, but they never try to break the silence that fills the building. You're grateful for that as you'd hate to make small talk with your teammates at 3:00 in the morning. Just a quick head nod to acknowledge the other person's presence was all that was needed.

You pour the boiled water into your mug, which holds a tea bag and a bit of sugar. You grab a spoon and slowly stir the liquid, trying not to hit the spoon against the mug.

You head back to your room with your mug in hand, preferring to sit on the floor in your room than on the couch in front of the very tempting TV in the common room. Once there, you place your mug carefully on the floor and go to grab a journal you've been trying to write in recently. You're not sure what you're going to write, but maybe it'll help you sleep if you can clear your head a bit.

About half an hour has gone by. The mug lies with only the soaked tea bag inside and your journal is placed in your desk drawer with whatever came to mind while writing a few minutes ago. Despite doing these calm activities, your brain feels more awake now, not ready to be lulled to sleep, sleep you so desperately want but can't have.

Suddenly, an idea pops into your head. It's a long shot, but you figure that there's nothing left to lose.

Wanda had once jokingly told you that if you couldn't sleep, you could sleep in her bed. You believe her exact words were, "if you can't sleep, just come sleep with me," with a wink and an airy chuckle that followed. The statement seemed very out of character for her, but when you saw the empty wine glass in her hand, you knew she had had a drink or two and had learned that she's quite the lightweight.

You're now going to take her up on her drunken offer. Something about Wanda's presence always calmed you down but you never gave it much thought, until now.

You walk over to her room and softly knock on her door. No response. You don't know what you thought would happen, but it probably should've been that. You knock again with the same force, not wanting to wake her up, but also knowing you kind of need to.

You slowly reach for the doorknob and turn it as quietly as you can. The door opens with a slight creak and the faint light from the hallway shines into her room.

"Wands," you whisper. No response. "Wanda," you try again while gently tapping her shoulder. You feel so bad waking her up, considering it's not exactly an emergency, but this was a last-resort idea.

You whisper her name once more, continuing to gently tap her shoulder and finally, she shifts. Her eyes slowly flutter open, but she closes them again when the light coming from the hallway hits her eyes. You go to take a step to the side to block the light, but the room slowly gets darker and you hear a soft click of her door closing.

"I thought you didn't like using your powers for silly mundane tasks," you tease with your voice just above a whisper.
"And I thought you respected people when they are sleeping," she retorts with a tired and raspy voice, her eyes finding yours in the almost pitch-black room. "What do you want, Y/n?"
"I can't sleep."
"And how am I supposed to help with that?"
"Well, I- I know you were joking and all that one time when you said that if I couldn't sleep that I could sleep here, but I thought I'd try and take you up on that offer, but now that I'm here, I realize that I sound ridiculous and I'm just gonna go head back to my room now."
You go to open her door to leave, but she speaks up, "Y/n..." You turn back to face her, waiting to hear what she has to say. "You can stay. I honestly don't remember saying that, but it's fine." "Are- are you sure?" "Yeah. Now come here before I change my mind." With that, she moves back to make space for you and opens the covers. She pats the bed and you can't help but lightly chuckle at the situation.

Next thing you know, you find yourself lying down beside Wanda in her bed, the covers draped over the both of you. "Goodnight," Wanda speaks softly. "Night."

A few minutes go by and you feel more awake with every passing second, starting to doubt ever considering this stupid idea of yours. Your body feels both hot and cold, then you get an even stupider idea.

"Wands, can... can you hold me?"

"Yeah, sure," she answers with no hesitation, to your surprise.

She rolls over and moves closer to your back until her chest presses against it. One of her arms wraps around your waist and her hand lays loosely over the material covering your stomach. You instantly feel relaxed and a twinge of something else, but you're not sure what. You know it feels nice and almost like you could stay like this forever, wrapped in her warmth. Sure, you two have hugged before but this, this felt different.

You wake up the next morning so refreshed, you think you're still dreaming. You notice the weight around your waist and how comforting it feels, until your eyes shoot open, not remembering right away how you ended up like this.

You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding when you realize that you're in Wanda's bed and that it's her arm wrapped around you. You feel your cheeks heat up a bit at the thought that she held you the entire night.

"Morning, sleepyhead," Wanda whispers and you jump in her grasp, not realizing she was awake, but she must've known you were.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," she whispers again then places a delicate kiss on the back of your shoulder. You feel warmth reach your cheeks again.
"How did you sleep?" she asks you.
"Honestly? Really well."
"I'm glad to hear."
"How long have you been up?"
"I'm not sure. Maybe an hour or so?"
"An hour? Why didn't you get up?"
"I didn't want to wake you."
"Says the girl who I woke up last night."
"It's different."
"How?"
"It just is."
You, not wanting to begin arguing, just stay silent, accepting her answer, and unconsciously snuggle closer to her.

Some part of you just wants her close. You've never really felt this pull towards her, until now. You don't know what's changed, but in your current half-asleep state, you can't help but give in to the feeling and just keep her close.

"How did you sleep last night? Y'know, besides the whole me interrupting your sleep part." She giggles at your statement and the sound rings through your ears with her body slightly shaking against yours, making your mind go blank for a moment and your stomach seeming to flutter. "I slept well. It was one of the better sleeps I've gotten in the past few weeks."

A wave of confidence and a bit of sarcasm hits you and you inquire, "is perhaps my presence to blame for your restful slumber?" You instantly regret saying those words as soon as they came out of your mouth. "Actually... yeah. I think you being here might have helped." You weren't really being serious when you asked her the question, but her answer seems genuine. "Then maybe we should do this more often," you suggest. "Hm. Maybe we should."