One Shots

Just Right - Wanda x Reader

My mind is being annoying in regards to my T-OCD. This is a bit of relief writing.

TW for anyone who also deals with OCD/T-OCD as reading of my compulsion may trigger a new compulsion for you. :)

Gender-Neutral - They/Them pronouns used throughout.

3rd person POV

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"Has anyone seen Y/N up and about? Breakfast is nearly ready." Wanda asks, receiving several shrugs and head shakes from her coworkers. "Thor would you call them down, please?"

"Of course, my friend!" Thor replies, already strutting toward the staircase. "Y/N!!!" He bellows, voice reverberating off many of the walls. Clint and Bucky grimace at the high volume.

"Thank you." Wanda says as she and Natasha finishing plating up. "Bon appétit."

Greedy hands snatch up plates as the entire crew horde around the freshly made pancakes. Looking at the danergously close to falling stack of pancakes would lead you to believe a whole village lived here. In reality, most of the feast was to satisfy Bruce's - or rather Hulk's - immense appetite.

Wanda lingers in the kitchen a little longer as Natasha joins the others scattered around the quaint dining table. How it fit so many people was a mystery.

When there's still no sign of Y/N after five minutes Wanda ventures up the stairs to find them. "Y/N, are you up here? Breakfast is ready." She calls out, though she can already sense Y/N's presence nearby.

Rounding the corner brings her face to face with a bleary eyed Y/N, standing frozen in the doorway to their room. "Earth to Y/N? You in there?"

Upon further inspection Wanda spots the distress in Y/N's face. Their brows are knit together with their bottom lip bit between their teeth. They look to be...dancing? No, that's not it. Hopping maybe?

"What's wrong?" Wanda asks, moving closer.

"I can't get it right!" Y/N yells,  hands balled into fists. They wobble a little as they try applying more pressure on their feet.

"What right? What're you doing?" Wanda looks down toward their feet, finding them to be balancing on the metal separating the hardwood from carpet inside their bedroom. Wanda's seen Y/N do this before, but never for this long. She always thought it was just a silly little quirk they did for fun. Like how Clint enjoys napping in the vents from time to time.

"It won't feel right! I don't know why, I keep trying but-" Y/N's frustration cuts their words short, throat catching as hot tears beg to be released. They step off the divider completely, relax their hands, then step back on with squeezed shut eyes. "Augh!"

"Hey, hey, it's okay." Wanda attempts to reach out to Y/N but they recoil away. "Sorry, how can I help?"

"You can't, I just have to get it right but it's taking too long." Y/N explains as best they can, knowing deep down that Wanda can't truly understand. "I just need to keep going."

"Okay, then keep going. There's no rush, okay?" Wanda attempts to soothe them, smiling to herself when Y/N's shoulder relax a bit. "Do you want me to leave?"

"No, stay please?"

"Of course, I'm here."

"Thank you." Y/N whispers, one tear freely rolling off their cheek. They take a deep breath, square their shoulders and exhale. "I got this."

Wanda refrains from encouraging them further, not wanting to disturb the ritual Y/N was seemingly in. Her silent companionship seems to bode well as Y/N is finally able to cross the threshold between their room and the hallway. The sheer amount of relief that engulfs them has Wanda feeling relieved too. Like she had been the one feeling trapped.

Wanda is careful to remain still until Y/N's eyes reopen and the usual sparkle has returned to them. "Are you okay now?" She asks.

"Yes, thank you...and sorry. I'm  normally able to work through these things by myself. I dunno what was wrong this time." Y/N rubs the back of their neck as heat begins rushing toward it.

"Can I ask what that was?"

"Yeah, uh," Y/N forces a smile as they both start descending the stairs. "It's part of my Tourettic-OCD. When I see cracks or something that differs from the floor beneath me I need to stand on it just right or my body, primarily my feet, will feel absolutely awful and wrong for a random amount of time. It makes no sense, but that's what the condition does best. Making no sense is it's specialty."

"Oh Y/N, that sounds awful. I'm sorry you have to deal with that. Is there anything I can do to help free you of some of these needs?" Wanda asks.

"Not really, but don't worry. I am working on my compulsions. Some are just harder to work through than others." Y/N shrugs as they finally enter the kitchen, only a few pancakes left and no one else to be found. "I'm getting there though."

"I'm glad you're getting there. If there ever is anything though-"

"I'll come to you, I promise."

"Good, now eat up! Your pancakes are bound to be cold now."

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Short 'n' Simple