the cinematic universe of elizabeth olsen one shots

Obsession Pt2| wanda Maximoff x reader

Warnings-mean wanda, readers bf

It had started subtly, with lingering glances across the crowded lecture hall, a whispered 'hello' in the hallway that was just a shade too long, a note slipped under my door with a single word – 'mine.' The possessiveness in that word, the way it sent a shiver down my spine, was the first sign of the danger I was in.

Wanda Maximoff was a whirlwind of contradictions. She was the girl everyone feared and admired, the one with the sharp wit and the colder demeanor. I had always stood on the periphery, watching her from afar, mesmerized by her aura of mystery. But now, she was drawing me in, each interaction a step closer to a precipice I was both terrified and strangely drawn to. Rationally i knew i shouldn't give her even a thought, i mean i had the perfect boyfriend, grades and i was somewhat satified at my current life.

However, She was relentless. In class, her gaze was a laser beam, following my every movement, making me self-conscious, my every word carefully measured. In the library, our fingers brushed over the same book, sending a jolt of electricity through me. In the cafe, her presence was a weight, a suffocating pressure that made it difficult to breathe. I moved out not long after her confession, haunted by the words spoken that night, too unsettled by her presence to stay there.

'You're mine,' she said one night, her voice low and husky, the words barely a whisper. I was caught in my own apartment, drawn there by an invitation I didn't understand. The space was cramped, filled with an odd mix of vintage furniture and the scent of lavender incense. Her eyes, those deep dark apetures, held me captive, their intensity making my heart pound against my ribs.

'Wanda,' I tried to pull back, 'I don't understand.'despite every fibre of being screaming of the danger i still found it hard not to get somewhat lost in her overwhelming gaze.

She laughed, a brittle sound that echoed in the small space, her fingers tracing my jawline, her touch sending shivers down my spine. 'You're mine, and I won't let you go. You're mine, and soon you'll come to understand.'

Her words were a threat, but there was something else in her eyes, a flicker of vulnerability, a desperate need for connection that I couldn't ignore. I had always seen her as a fortress, impenetrable and cold, but now, beneath the hardened exterior, I saw a wounded soul, yearning for something she couldn't have. Much like before when the idea of her obsession was first spoken.

I tried to break free, to put distance between us, but she was everywhere. She was the ghost in my dreams, the voice in my head, the shadow that followed me like a relentless stalker. My friends noticed the change in me, the anxiety that gnawed at my insides, the constant fear that she was watching, that she knew everything.

Then came the incident.

She cornered me in the hallway, her eyes burning with a feverish intensity. 'You're mine,' she repeated, her voice barely a whisper, her hand gripping my arm with a force that made my skin crawl. The air around us crackled with an unseen energy, a palpable tension that made my hair stand on end.

Panic seized me, and I tried to pull away, but her grip tightened, her eyes burning into mine. I saw a flicker of something dark in her gaze, something that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.

The next morning, I woke up to an empty apartment, a note on the table, a single word scrawled across the page - 'yours.' The air was heavy, the lingering scent of her perfume still clinging to the room.

The fear was replaced with a strange sense of relief. I was free, at least for now. But the experience had left a permanent scar, a constant reminder of the power of obsession, of the dark depths a human heart could reach.

Wanda was gone for now she didn't show up to classes in the following days and i couldn't help but miss her presence.the fear still remained, a constant shadow in my life. I knew, with a chilling certainty, that she was watching, waiting for her chance to claim what she believed was rightfully hers. The game had changed, and the stakes were higher than could have ever imagined, leaving me trapped in a twisted game of obsession, with no control over my own life.