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britpup · 2 years

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Rain on your parade

Wanda Maximoff x reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

A/N: This is my first fic... Please be gentle lol

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Rain.

It was raining.

You and Wanda decided to take a week away from the compound to spend some leisure time together. You drove to the coast and wanted to enjoy the sun on your face and the sand between your toes.

Mother nature, however, had other plans.

The rain started and shows no sign of stopping any time soon.

The weird thing was, you couldn't stop looking at it.

The rain that is.

Your gaze kept getting pulled to the window across the room.

The sound of the pitter patter taking your attention away from the movie playing on the TV.

You don't know how long you have been distracted.

The sound of the rain was only adding to the comfort that was the weight of the woman laying on you. You never thought it was possible to be this satisfied with your life. It was little moments like these that you loved.

You had your arms around Wanda and the shirt she was wearing felt soft under your fingertips as your eyes followed a drop of water that made its way down the window pane.

Lost in your thoughts you start speaking without realising,

"I would get told off for wanting to play in the rain."

Wanda readjusted slightly so she could look at you. Resting her hands on your chest so her chin was pressed into the back of her hand she saw your far away gaze.

She wondered how much of the movie you had missed.

"At one point I always wanted to just stand in the rain. Doing nothing, but feel the rain on my face."

The rain was hypnotising but when Wanda got up from your comfortable position she effectively broke you out of your stupor.

You look at her confused, considering the movie was still playing and it was getting to its climax.

She puts her hand out for you which you take out of habit. You're still confused as you stand and don't break eye contact. You're about to ask what she's doing but she speaks before you get your words out.

"Come with me," she says softly.

She takes you to the door that leads to the back yard of the place you've called home for the last few days.

"Wanda, what are you doing? Where are you taking us?" You ask.

She turns slightly smiling at you, "We're going to go out in the rain."

You pull your hand from hers, "Wanda we can't, we'll get sick."

"No we won't. And even if we do, it just means another week off." She chuckles slightly. "I don't mind spending another week in bed with you."

You scoff and nod your head. "Ok, sure. Let's do this." You take her hand in yours again.

The sound of the rain and the smell of the sea overtake your senses as the door is opened. She pulls you along and leads you both out before you can protest not wearing the appropriate clothing.

Quickly closing the door she pulls you with her into a slight run and starts racing to the beach.

Her laughter cuts through the sound of the rain and into your ears.

You join in with her laughter as you feel the rain against your skin soaking through your clothes.

You look at Wanda and take in her appearance as you make it to the sand. She's smiling with her eyes closed, facing the sky. The strands of her hair are dripping water but she looks as beautiful as ever.

She lets out a shriek when you pick her up unexpectedly. She yells through her laughter, when you get to the water's edge, "Stop! Not in the water!"

You laugh at her logic and shout over the crashing waves,

"It's not like we can get any more wet!"

Walking into the shallow of the water you drop her but she grabs the front of your shirt and you fall with her.

Laughing like school children, you get up and run away as fast as you can from her retaliation.

Considering the weight of your clothes, you don't get very far when she jumps on your back.

When you inevitably meet the ground again you lay on your back not realising how out of breath you both are. After a few breaths, at the same time, you turn your heads and make eye contact, setting off another round of giggles.

You turn your head to the sky, the rain forcing you to close your eyes as you bask in the droplets rolling down your face.

Wanda takes the moment to look at you; the lines of your face, the look of content, the relaxed smile.

She leans forward and presses a small kiss on your cheek. She lets out a chuckle and whispers in your ear, "You taste like salt water". Her warm breath sends a shiver down your spine and goosebumps prickle your arms.

Your smile widens, as you look at her. You see her lay flat again, taking your hand in hers, to join you in your relaxed state.

You both lay there for longer than either of you intended.

On your walk back to the house you can feel droplets of water racing down your body.

…

When you've both dried off, you get comfortable on the sofa again but this time you watch the fire burning in front of you.

The crackle fills the silence in the room.

You move your hand to Wanda's face and pull her gaze to you. She smiles at you but you lean in and kiss her. Softly. Longingly.

Leaning your forehead against hers, you whisper the words you'll never tire of saying to her, "I love you." You can't stop the smile that spreads across your face with her whispered reply, "I love you."

Being with Wanda is the happiest you've ever been.

The whole day has felt like a dream.

Every day with Wanda feels like a dream.

You can't wait to see what other dreams will come true with her in your life.

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britpup · 2 years

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Fake Dates and Starry Nights

aka the "Fluff Thing????"

Pairing: Wanda x Reader

Genre: fluff

Warnings: none

Summary: University!AU & FakeDating!AU. When Wanda Maximoff asks for your help with her pesky ex-boyfriend, you can only say yes.

Words: 4.6k

A/N: fluff is so much harder to write than angst but someone insisted. Thanks anon for requesting it, too. This was fun to write. Enjoy y’all!

Shoutout to my very favorite @holiday-house-of-m for editing and giving me a title, you're the very best mate

lil family tag list: @cookiesimpt @thought-of-you-and-me

You hurry across campus cursing under your breath about not being able to fly or at the very least run very fast, you’re sick of being late all the time. Especially today. You could deal with being late to classes, your professors’ mean stares had no real effect on you after like the first ten, but your best friend’s wrath was something else. So you hurry up down the path, breaking into a jog to assure yourself that Natasha wasn’t going to murder you. You had promised to be at this party over a week ago and you’d be damned before breaking a promise to the redhead.

Being in a university only meant for enhanced humans, you never wanted to get into a fight, the risk of getting your ass kicked was too great and Natasha was on top of the “ people you’d never win against” list so you’re happy to see the Supers' House come into view. It’s yours, or at least your department’s, the supers. Humans who had super strength, durability, healed faster. It sounded awesome growing up when you didn’t know the huge variety of enhanced individuals there actually was. Now, you just wanted to graduate and join a team where you’d work alongside people with widely different powers, that intrigued you more than anything else.

The music is way too loud when you push the heavy door open but you find the redhead quickly and she leaves a quick kiss on your cheek before thanking you for being somewhat on time. The party is fun, and you make the conscious effort not to drink too much. You know way too well your abilities would let you consume huge amounts before feeling even remotely tipsy but the cheap beer isn’t exactly to your taste.

So you spend the majority of your night watching other people, dancing with a couple of friends and quietly admiring every cute girl you see. And damn there are many.

But none of the likes of Wanda freaking Maximoff who you saw enter the house about twenty minutes ago.

You don’t really know Wanda all that well. To be honest, no one but a handful of selected people seem to really know the witch. Being the poster child for the school and being dubbed the most powerful witch the university has ever seen make the young girl absolutely unreachable, untouchable.

You push the thoughts of Wanda out of your mind, she had disappeared upstairs and it was dumb and mean to your own heart to entertain any of your gay thoughts towards the girl.

You decide to go grab yourself some water but you’re not even half way in the kitchen when a boy you don’t think you’ve ever seen steps in your way. You only half listen to his flirtatious comments, more preoccupied by wracking your brain to find an excuse to get away from him. He doesn’t seem to care that you’re clearly uncomfortable and you have half a mind to just run out. He’s leaning over you more and more, trapping you against the counter.

You put your hand on his chest to push him away when his whole body is shoved to the side. You know you have inhumane strength but you hadn’t even pushed yet. you look on in surprise but the only thing you can see is strawberry red hair before you feel lips kiss your cheek.

“Hey, babe! Who’s your friend?”

You blink up at the person, her easy smile, her arms encircling your waist and your brain can’t focus on anything but her.

Her, Wanda Maximoff.

You see her lips move again and you shake your head in order to bring yourself back to reality.

“Hi, I’m Y/N’s girlfriend, and you are?” she asks her voice letting the boy know to think about his answer very carefully.

That makes him splutter and he quickly takes his leave.

Wanda turns around to face you, her eyes are unsure as she takes her arms away from your waist. “Sorry, I thought you could use some help. He was a bit… insistent.” She rubs the back of her neck, your silence leaving her not entirely sure she had read the situation right.

“You know my name?” You blurt out the question before you can think about it and you want to smack your head against the counter behind you. Wanda Maximoff is talking to you in all her coolness and you’re here making a fool out of yourself, not being able to have a conversation just because you noticed her eyes are greener from up close. Dammit.

“Uh, yeah? I hope it’s alright I stepped in.” She jabs her thumb over her shoulder, indicating the direction the flirty guy had run in.

You nod, whispering a small ‘yes, thank you’ and hoping your heated up face isn’t as noticeable to her as it feels to you.

“Okay, cool, well I’ll see around, Y/N.” She squeezes your biceps before stepping away and you only manage a small wave and a quick very mumbled ‘goodbye’ before she is out the door.

You bitterly laugh off the butterflies you can feel licking at your insides, trying to hide the disaster of your gay panic but it sticks with you for the rest of the night.

You just hope you’ll get to see Wanda again soon, maybe even make a second impression better than the first.

You don’t see Wanda again soon.

It has been over three weeks and absolutely no sign of her.

You gathered over the last four years that being a celebrity on campus doesn’t really seem to suit her and she seems to mostly keep to herself but you had hoped. And hoped. And hoped.

But after a few weeks, you had told yourself to stop the little fantasies that keep running around in your mind and to just move on from the three-sentence conversation you had with the witch.

And when you stopped looking, she appeared.

You’re walking down a long ass hallway, trying to remember which door is the one that leads to the stairs. You had a meeting with an academic advisor from another department after you broke another student’s nose with a frisbee you may have thrown a bit hard and well, your aim has never been the best. You were let off with just a warning because it was obviously just an accident. But now you find yourself lost in an unfamiliar building that resembled more a maze than a school.

Before you can grumble your way out, a door swings open and nearly chops your shoulder off. You freeze, trying to avoid being hit by the person who’s coming out, too but when they take a sharp turn in your direction, you can’t avoid them. Instead, you grab their shoulders before they can collide into your body.

“Oh God, I’m so sorry.” You both look up at the same time and Wanda’s face splits into a genuine smile. “Oh hi, there, girlfriend. It’s good to see you again!”

You chuckle, hoping she doesn’t hear how nervous you are at the nickname. “Hi, Wanda. How’re you?”

Damn, you already did better and it’s only your first sentence of the conversation. Go you!

“I’m fine, thank you for asking. Where are you headed? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in this building?” She looks genuinely curious and it makes your insides twist in the gayest way.

“I’m actually heading out,” you say pointing behind her and she looks over her shoulder. You see a small crease form between her eyebrows.

“The exit is that way.” You follow her own index with your eyes. She is showing you the long hallway you just came down from and you frown.

“What the fuck? I swear I just—” You look around you but you’re not actually sure the hallway is still the same as when you had looked at it two minutes ago. “I don’t know. This is a maze,” you whine before you can catch yourself but when you hear her laugh in response, you give her a small smile.

“Come on, you’ll get the hang of it soon enough.” Wanda grabs your wrist loosely to urge you to walk with her and you happily follow.

“It feels like every time I see you, you save me,” you muse more to yourself but she hears you and stops in her tracks right in front of the door. She looks at you, head tilted and bottom lip tucked between her teeth. Your finger twitches to free it but instead you look at her in question.

“I didn’t do these things to be repaid but…” she drags her last word and you notice how nervous she looks. She has tucked herself against the hallway wall like she is casually chilling but her shoulders are tensed and her eyes fleet about the place, scared to land on you. You lean your head forward, trying to catch her eyes and when you do you smile gently.

“But?”

“But I’ve been invited to a dinner with like a bunch of profs and students. It’s pretty elitist and I don’t like it and uhm, I don’t know how to explain what it is…”

“That thing at Stark’s?”

“Yeah, you’ve heard of it?”

“I’m invited to it, Wanda,” you laugh but you’re still confused about why she is talking about it.

She nods, her eyes suddenly holding yours. “I could use some help during that thing if you don’t mind.”

“Anything.”

She smirks at that, her head tilting again but in an assessing manner that you try to ignore. You can feel the butterflies coming back full speed and the flutter could make you sick if you focused on it too long. You don’t have time to dwell on it, though. Wanda slumps back against the wall with a sigh and concern is the only thing on your mind.

“My ex, Jarvis Vision, is gonna be there and well, he’s been adamant about getting back together and…” she trails off, unsure how to phrase what she wants.

“And you could use a buffer?”

“God, no. That makes it sound bad, Y/N, I wouldn’t ask that of you.” You shrug at her to show that you don’t mind it but she shakes her head. “No, no. I could use a date.”

Your heart doesn’t miss a beat, it misses a whole song.

Your mouth opens and closes a few times, no words coming out but you do have to swallow the little undignified squeal that your throat wants to let out.

“Oh, uhm, it’s fine. Sorry, forget it.” She cards her fingers through her hair, laughing lightly at your silence but you can feel the awkwardness seeping in.

“No, no!” She widens her eyes at your sudden outburst. “I mean I’ll do it, Wanda! I’m going, you’re going. I can be your date!” You try to keep your voice even not to show how freaked out and excited you are at the idea of taking Wanda Maximoff on a date.

Even a pretend date.

She beams like you’ve never seen her do before and before you can say anything else, she envelops you in a tight hug for a second. You melt into the embrace, soaking it up as much as you can. Wanda smells so nice and she hugs you just tight enough and god, you don’t think you’ll ever get over this one moment.

The rest of the conversation passes by in a flurry for you. You decide on a time for you to pick her up for the infamous Stark dinner and you spend the whole time trying to rein in the gay panic you can feel rising in your throat. Wanda seems relaxed for once and when she leaves you, you watch her go with a small pleased smile at having made her day a bit better.

The next week goes by in a blur of stress and Natasha’s teasing. The dinner is coming soon and the closer it gets, the more you think you might not survive it. Despite all the gay jokes your best friend has been cracking at your expense, you find comfort in knowing she’ll be there, too. Pros of the two of having the best grades in your department.

Saturday night sees you sweat profusely and fret way too long over what you’re going to wear. Nat finds you rummaging through your closet for the hundredth time and, understanding now is not the time to be a smartass, she grabs your shoulders to make you sit on your bed.

“I’ve got you, Y/N.”

She picks your favorite pair of black pants, black dress shirt, and after careful deliberation, chooses your maroon blazer to top it off. You’re on autopilot as you dress yourself and soon enough, Nat has done your light make-up and is pushing you out the door with the reassurance that you’ll see her soon enough.

The knock on Wanda’s door is careful and you withdraw your hand right away and take a step back as if the empty space in front of you could ever placate your nerves.

The door opens to revel Wanda in a mid-thigh black dress and you lose the ability to breathe. She smiles softly at you and her eyes land on what’s in your hands and you finally remember yourself long enough to thrust the bouquet of flowers towards her.

“I- I, uh, wasn’t sure what the conventions are in our situation but I thought, y’know… flowers?” You scratch the back on your neck to try and calm down. “You look stunning by the way.” You blush madly and try to keep your eyes away from her green eyes, and her lips, and her collarbones, and… oh god. You close your eyes, your face falling in an embarrassed grimace that makes Wanda chuckle.

“Thank you, Y/N, they’re lovely. And you’re lovely, handsome really. Come in for a second while I find something to put them in.” She finds a vase quickly and soon you’re leading her to your car. She beams at you when you open the door for her.

The conversation flows well in the car, the music playing from your Spotify only background noise as you discuss anything and everything. The redhead smiles widely at all your soft compliments, she thinks you don’t even realise you always find a way to say something nice about her and she absolutely loves the softness of you.

But the closer you get to your professor’s house for the dinner party, the more you can feel Wanda’s nerves rising. Her body tenses slowly and talking becomes a bit harder. You find a place to park and once outside, she latches onto your hand and forearm.

You stop the both of you right before the front door to run your thumb on Wanda’s hand and she looks up at you. “I got you, Wands. Your ex won’t know what’s hit him.”

That seems to be all the reassurance she needed as she takes a big breath before nodding and giving you a small smile. “Thank you.” She leads you inside.

The dinner is the most formal affair you’ve ever been to. Professors and the best students from each department socialise around champagne and canapés and arriving with Wanda at your arm means a lot of eyes are on you. You try your best to ignore them as you focus on the girl next to you. You see her scan the room anxiously and you let her guide you through the crowd. “I could use a drink,” she tells you softly and you nod, following her. You could use a few yourself if you want to forget everybody is watching.

You’re going to have to make abstraction of your insecurities entirely to help Wanda.

As soon as you’ve had that thought, Jarvis Vision steps in front of the two of you making it impossible to bypass him to get to the bar.

He immediately invades her personal space, bending down in order to whisper a few words you can’t hear in Wanda’s ear but she backs up quickly, almost ramming into you if not for your steadying hands on her hips. She looks at you over her shoulder, eyes pleading and body stiff but her sudden movements and clear unease don’t seem to deter the boy one bit.

“Darling, c’mon just a quick word outside. I just wanna talk.” His hands are raised in a peace offering gesture but the glint you see in his eyes is anything but. It sets off alarm bells in your mind which pushes you to step forward and right next to Wanda.

You let your arm envelop her shoulders, bringing her body closer to you and Wanda instinctively wraps her arms around your waist, turning her body to the side to face you and not him. You ignore the way your heart is thumping widely in your chest to focus on helping her the best you can. You drop a gentle kiss on her temple before whispering an ‘I gotcha’ only meant for her to hear.

“Look, big boy, I don’t know what you want with my girlfriend but if you don’t fuck off right now we’re gonna have a problem. A very public one.”

Vision scoffs but soon realises that most people who were mingling in the living room are now watching the scene unfold and as much as that sends you on edge, satisfaction creeps into your core when you see him back off slightly. His muttered ‘whatever’ brings a small smirk to your face that only grows when he tries to catch Wanda’s eyes one more time but the girl remains facing you.

If looks could kill, the blond boy would’ve sent you six feet under but with Wanda’s body pressed against your side and relaxing when her ex decides to leave, there is no doubt in your mind that you could be brought back to life if she asked. You’d do anything for h—

She nuzzles at your cheek before dropping a quick kiss on your jaw and all of your blood comes rushing to your face. You fear you might combust and you splutter like a fool when she whispers a soft ‘thank you’ right in your ear.

Wanda untangles herself but softly grasps your hand as she keep leading you to the bar like she hasn’t just made your whole world stop. You wonder if she knows what she does to you.

The rest of the night comes and goes quickly. You introduce Wanda to Natasha and the rest of your friends and stuck with each other. Want seems to know a lot of people, or rather a lot of people seem to know her, but you can’t help but notice that friends are rare for her. You’re happy she seems to fit in with your group of friends rather well.

She never truly relaxes, though, and to be fair, you don’t either. You can both tell that Vision has been hovering the whole time and it makes your skin crawl.

Wanda is in full conversation with Yelena and Kate when you tell her you need the bathroom. You promise to be back soon and she gives you the softest smile in return.

The line to the bathroom is long and it feels like forever before you can do your business and sneak back into the party, escaping the narrow hallway full of sweaty bodies. You find Nat and a couple of your friends but your eyes are quick to scan the small group. Your heart drops at the realisation that Wanda isn’t where you had last seen her.

Your search can only be defined as slightly frantic, you’re trying to hide the emotions you’re feeling as you don’t quite understand them yet. You have no time to dwell on them when you exit the house through the back and find yourself on a huge patio. That’s where you find him.

Vision leans his whole body forward, caging Wanda against the wall of the house a few meters away from the door you’re standing at.

It doesn’t take you more than an instant to realise that Vision isn’t listening to Wanda’s broken voice and her pleading hands trying to push him away from her. By the time you start moving towards the two, she has already repeated twice how over it is between them but the boy only leans forward more.

“Hey, leave her alone!” You project more confidence than you think you have but that gets the boy’s attention.

Vision turns to you, a sneer on his face and venom in his voice, “fuck off! This doesn’t concern you.”

He grabs her wrist in his harsh hand trying to yank her closer to him but before he has any time to go anywhere away from you, you launch forward.

Your fist collides with his nose with superhuman strength and despite his robotic nature, the surprise still makes him stumble back.

You grab Wanda’s hand. “Run!”

It’s stupid.

Ridiculous, really.

Where do you think you can run?

Oh well, too late.

You sprint through the back door, and inside, make quick work of finding your friends. But when you make motion towards them, Wanda pulls you back.

You’re still holding her hand.

Eyes are still on you.

“Can we leave?” Her whisper would’ve been barely audible if she hadn’t leaned in, lips right by your ear.

You could never deny her anything, so you nod.

The silence in the car is a stark contrast to the bustling of the party and you welcome it gladly.

You’re driving with no real destination in mind, you hadn’t thought that far ahead and you’re starting to slightly panic. Two minutes in this car and you keep circling back to Vision, fucking Vision, and the soft desire to take Wanda away from him as best as you can.

But how?

Where?

You’re a fool and y—

—ou can hear Wanda’s soft cries from your passenger seat.

You glance at her and the sight breaks you.

She is leaning against the window, tucked into herself. You can just tell she wishes she’d disappear right now.

You slow the car down.

You don’t have to go anywhere.

No destination. Just the witch sitting next to you.

She is your priority.

Once you’re pulled over, you touch her shoulder trying to get her attention. The gesture is featherlight, you’re scared she’ll retreat. But instead, she turns towards you with red-rimmed eyes and soft sniffles.

“I’m sorry,” she says and her broken voice sends anger in your veins but you know better than to get mad at a boy not even there with you.

Priorities.

Wanda.

You take her left hand in yours and muster the softest smile you can. It’s not hard to do when you’re looking at her.

“It’s okay, Wands. You did nothing wrong.”

“It’s stupid, I don’t even want to cry over him. I’m not. I just—,” she trails off but at her hardened stare you think you can guess.

“It’s frustrating. I get it.”

She nods and you see her shoulders drop, relief washing over her whole body and you don’t know what you did right, but you want to keep doing it.

You stroke the back of Wanda’s hand as a means to fill the silence.

You know that’s dumb, but Wanda’s mouth is opening and closing, a frown deepening the crease between her eyebrows and you know she wants to say something. She is struggling and you want to soothe her, giving her the space to find her words in a silence that’s not too overwhelming.

She looks at the movement of your thumb and the frown slowly softens and she turns her hand over, intertwining your fingers together. She seems to settle on the words she wants to say out loud.

“I still had a good night, Y/N. I just wish it had ended on a better note. I’m sorry.”

“Who said it’s over?”

Fuck, you’ve got no clue where that came from.

Fuck.

Fu—

“I know a good spot not far from here, could we go?” Wanda’s question is genuine and the butterflies come back full force at knowing that she wants to keep spending time with you.

You beam at her and her eyes glint with amusement when you manage to put your car back on drive without letting go of her hand.

Wanda leads you to a small open field a little outside the city and you park the car at the end of the dirt road. It’s quiet out here and when you’ve rounded the car to sit yourself on the hood of your car, Wanda directs your eyes to the sky.

Hundreds, no, thousands of stars.

You gawk in awe and when you hear Wanda chuckle, you turn to face her. She is already looking at you with a soft smile. “Nice, right?”

You nod but you suddenly don’t seem to care about the Milky Way. “Very nice,” you whisper making Wanda blush and you realise she’s heard you.

You whip your head around and gaze at the stars once again.

It doesn’t take you two long to fall into an easy conversation and getting to know the witch is like reading a book you know will be your favourite. A story that will remain with you for years to come woven in her voice.

You swap cute memories, happy ones, heartbreaking moments, and bittersweet ones.

She tells you why she dated Vision for so long, his thoughts were quiet compared to everybody else’s before she had fully learned to control her powers, and that drew her in. She tells you why she broke up with him. Even if you already guessed why - him being a major a-hole. She laughs when you can’t keep that thought firmly locked in your mind and blurt it out.

You laugh along with her.

When the soft breeze blows past you, she cuddles a little closer to you and you instinctively wrap your arm around her shoulders.

“You’ve been a better fake partner, tonight, than anyone I’ve really dated before,” she whispers, lips almost touching the sensitive skin of your neck and you shiver.

You chuckle nervously, feeling your whole body going into overdrive. Her sweet scent is filling up your nose, her skin under your fingertips is soft and supple, you can taste how nervous she makes you on your tongue, her quiet breaths near your ear are an example for your own deepening ones.

You look down and two green eyes meet yours.

Her calmness meets your agitation and she seems to understand right away.

She sits up straighter and you tense at the thought that she wants to put space between the two of you.

“Your thoughts are really loud, detka.”

You blush, looking down at your lap. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be.” With her index under your chin, she urges you to look at her again. She smiles softly when your hesitant eyes finally settle back on her. “Could this become real?”

Your eyes widen, not having expected that question at all but your brain doesn’t even have to tell you to answer for your head to start nodding.

Wanda chuckles at your eagerness and you settle down, eyes looking down at her lips. “Can I kiss you?” Your voice is full of emotions.

Emotions that will only grow from then on.

When your lips touch that night, it’s only the first of many many many times between the two of you.

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