#but know that they both wanda and skitch enjoy it

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Skitch totally gets Wanda into Animal Crossing. They mostly just liked it for the fishing and bug hunting, but Wanda? Oh she loves the customization.

I can see Skitch playing Animal Crossing casually and then showing it to Wanda one day like, "check this out really quick" and her getting stuck on all the villagers and ambience they're passing by trying to get to the museum.

"That deer's really cute"

"Oh, that's Bruce, he's pretty chill. I'm probably gonna evict him soon."

"What? Why???"

"Eh, he just rubs me the wrong way."

---

"Are those cherries in your trees?"

"Yeah, my island started with those. I need to get rid of these weeds tho."

*realizes that their standing in a cluster of weeds and not tall grass* "why are there so many???"

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I wanna say that Skitch's island is well looked-after and they are pretty proud of how it's coming along, but things like weeds get overlooked sometimes. It's an "out of sight or of mind" kinda thing, but it never gets too egregious.

But this just spirals for Wanda after she decides to check the game out herself. I feel like her island is very aesthetic™️ and pretty maintained. Wanda also plays casually, but she keeps things in order. She needs to have peach trees, and she must have Shino on her island.

Wanda's assistant, Mandy, is also an avid player of AC, so I can see her giving Wanda tips and trading stuff often. I feel it in my heart of hearts.

Also, every time Skitch visits Wanda's island, they leave behind a little gift for her, probably by her house. This ranges from innocuous nonsense like a bag of weeds to something Wanda was actually looking for.

not you reminding me that I have ACNH on my switch- 😂

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The Tower - Chapter 8

The Tower: An Avengers Fanfic

Chapter 8

Series Masterlist

Chapters:  one / two / three / four / five / six / seven / eight / nine / ten / eleven / twelve / thirteen / fourteen / fifteen / sixteen / seventeen / eighteen / nineteen / twenty / twenty-one / twenty-two / twenty-three / twenty-four / twenty-five / twenty-six / twenty-seven / twenty-eight

Word Count: 2296

Warnings: Smut (f/m vaginal sex, fingering, teacher-student role play, spanking)

Synopsis: While getting to know Sam he discovers that Elly used to go to a private school.  They both decide she might have a few things to learn still.

Author’s Note:  Co-written with @fanficwriter013

Chapter 8 - Sam

I have never instantly connected with someone as quickly as I did with Samuel Thomas Wilson.  By the time I went home after spending the first day with him we had one in-joke and spoke at least fifty percent in innuendo.

Things were now getting a little complicated.  My phone buzzed a lot with messages from Sam, Clint and Tony and even the odd one from Natasha when she thought it was safe.  Over the two weeks where Sam and I were setting our own pace, the others backed off a little.  Clint showed up at my apartment for a sleepover twice.  Tony asked if I’d come over once. I saw Wanda again briefly and met Bruce in the hall long enough to get tongue-tied while I tried to tell him how much I admired his work.  Mostly though, I spent time with Sam.

The first day we spent just hanging out around the tower.  We made pizza together.  We went to the roof and got in the hot tub.  I didn’t have a swimsuit so we both just skinny dipped.  He showed me the arena they used for training.  It was like I was getting to know someone I had known forever.

We set our own pace, not just rushing into sex the way I did with Clint or Tony.   Nor did we take a long time not doing anything at all like I did with Nat.  It was two weeks of making out, giving each other massages, talking dirty on the phone and just generally getting to know each other before we did anything.  Sam had a tendency to do what I did.  He used analyzing other people’s problems as a way to ignore with his own.  Never wanting to talk about how his parents died, or how he lost the first man he’d ever really been in love with.  Always turning the conversation back to me and how I was dealing with everything.

He was at my place the day we took that step.  His head was in my lap and I was feeding him grapes and generally just skitching his beard or walking my fingers down his neck while we spoke.

“It was weird you know.  I think up until Cap I was just living on the premise that I liked women so I must be straight.  I mean there was Riley obviously.  But he was an anomaly that came about through the connection we had.”  He said as I ran my fingers down his neck.  He flinched away from me a little as I hit a particularly ticklish spot.  “Then one day I’m out for my morning run and the little shit keeps lapping me over and over every time just saying ‘On your left’.  And I would watch him tear by.  He was wearing this ridiculously tight shirt.  And I was just ‘I am definitely not straight.”

“I mean if someone’s going to make you question your sexuality right?”  I joked.

“We literally hooked up that night.  That’s how fast it happened.”  Sam answered.  “So yeah, he made me question it pretty hard.”

“Damn! I really need to meet Steve.”  I said and bent over softly kissing him.

He reached up and cupped my jaw, running his thumb over my cheek.  “Soon enough.”

“Glad I don’t have to meet him the same way you did.  I hate running.  Running and team sports.”  I said and offered Sam another grape.

He took it nipping at my finger as he did. “But team sports are where it’s at!  You didn’t even play softball at school?”

I shook my head.  “And here’s where I come off sounding completely private school preppy.  I did rowing, dance, and skiing.”

Sam smirked up at me.  “I can picture it now.  The uniform and everything.”

“Oh yeah.  It had a pleated skirt, knee-high socks. A tie and a blazer.”  I said.

Sam sat up and shifted over so he was pressed against me.  “I bet you got a lot of detentions back then.”

I smiled and ran my tongue over my lips.  “Oh, I was such a bad girl.”

Sam pulled me into his lap, his hand running under my t-shirt.  “I bet you were.”

I leaned down and teased his lips with mine.  “I actually have the uniform still.  Would you like me to go put it on?  Maybe you’d like to punish this bad girl?”

“Yes, please.”  Sam all but squeaked.

I climbed up off his lap.  “Give me like; fifteen minutes.”

I went to my closet and grabbed a garment box from the top of it and a pair of black knee-high socks.  I even got a matching lace thong and push-up bra.  If you’re going to dress up you might as well go all in.  I went and changed in the bathroom.  I left the top button of my blouse open and tied the tie in a loose Windsor knot.  I also knotted the bottom of the blouse exposing my stomach. I rolled up the skirt so it was very short.  If I bent over at all he’d see the thong.

Finally, I put my hair into pigtails and came back out to him.  He looked up at me and his pupils dilated as his gaze roamed my form.

“You wanted to see me, Mr. Wilson?”  I asked, innocently.

“Yes, I did.  Come and sit over here.”  He said, patting his knee.  I walked over and perched myself in his lap.  His hands ran up my bare thighs making my skin prickle.  “I need a safeword.”  He said.

“Red,”  I answered, instantly.  Going with the traffic light system I often used.

“Natasha says you like spanking and name-calling.”  He said.

I nodded.  Part of me feeling slightly embarrassed that Natasha told him that.  The other part really glad she did. “Yes, sir.”

He brought his lips to my ear.  “I’ve heard you’ve been quite the little slut.”  He whispered.  “Is that true?”

I nodded my head, the prickle spreading through my body. “Yes, sir.  I’m a little slut.”

“We don’t tolerate that kind of behavior.  Perhaps I should expel you.”  Sam growled.

“Please don’t.  I’ll do anything.”  I said, playing up the scared school girl.

Sam smirked. “I was hoping you’d say that.  Lay down over my lap. You’re going to get punished.”

I shifted in his lap, lying down over it and propping myself up on my elbows.  Sam lifted my skirt and his palm ran over my cheeks.  “Look at what you’re wearing, you dirty girl,”  Sam said, pulling at the g-string.

“I didn’t expect you to see it, sir,”  I say with a smirk.

He brought his hand down on my ass.  It made a loud crack and a sting erupted in my cheeks.  I yelped.  “You knew exactly what you were doing.”  He said and slapped me again.

I clenched my teeth as he slapped me three more times.  The sting spread through my skin and heat built in my asscheeks.  It hurt in that way that feels so, so good.  My cunt started to drip for him.

“You’re enjoying this aren’t you?”  He said, shifting the thong to one side and running his thick fingers up my folds.

“Yes, sir.”  I whimpered as he started circling over my clit.  I rolled my hips against his hand.  He slapped me again making me clench up and release a squeaking sound.

His fingers went back to teasing me.  He pulled my thong down to my knees to give himself better access as he fingered me.  He pushed two fingers inside me and fucked me with them.  Moving them quickly in and out so there was this rhythmic press and release on my g-spot.

I started to pant.  Pleasure crept through me adding a new element to the sting in my skin.  The anticipation of being slapped again was there too.  I started to feel fuzzy on the edges and I moaned loudly.

Sam took his hand away and brought it down on my asscheeks.  I cried out and jerked against him.  Sam smoothed his hand over my ass cheeks and skimmed them over my pussy.  “You’re going to have quite the handprint here, little girl.”  He cooed.

“Thank you, sir.”  I hummed.

“That’s not how you thank me.”  He said.  “Get on your knees and put that mouth to good use.”

I slid off his lap and unfastened his jeans, tugging them down, and freeing his cock.  I locked my eyes with his and ran my tongue up his length.  Circling over his head before plunging my mouth down as deep as I comfortably could.  His hips snapped up, making him go deeper.  I gagged and my fingers tightened on his thigh muscles.  Drool pooled in my mouth and when he pulled back I swallowed adding pressure around his cock.

Sam moaned.  He wrapped his hand in my hair and started to thrust into my mouth.  I parted my lips a little and just gave him room.  Truth was, I loved having his hand holding me in place.  How he dominated me while at the same time he came apart for me.  His eyes rolled back in ecstasy and I started to become more active again. Moaning around his cock as I licked and sucked at it.  I cupped his balls and teased my fingers down his perineum.  His muscles started to clench and relax and his breath started coming in shallow.  With a loud growl, he jerked forward and came, spilling hot ribbons over my tongue and down my throat.

I swallowed it all and licked his cock clean.  “Thank you, sir,”  I said pulling off.

“You’re very welcome, princess,”  Sam said, half panting as he looked down at me with his deep brown eyes.  “How about you do a little strip for me.”   It was phrased like a question but sounded like a demand.  I got to my feet and wriggled out of my g-string.  I got out my phone and selected a song and placed it into the dock.  I came back towards Sam, swiveling my hips as I moved.  I tugged off my tie and hung it over his neck.

“You expect me to believe you’re innocent when you move like that?”  He teased, looking up at me.

I turned around and twisted down, grinding my ass into his crotch as I unbuttoned my blouse.  “I’m not sure what you mean,”  I said, innocently.

“Yeah, right.”  He chuckled, his hands sliding up my stomach.

I turned and shrugged off the blouse.  Exposing my push-up bra.

“And who are you wearing that for?”  He asked.

“Should I not be wearing it?”  I asked with a half smile, running my hands down between my legs as a moved above him.

His eyes darkened. “No.  Take it off.”

I reached behind me and unhooked my bra and slowly slid the straps down my arms.  I kept my hands over the cups and continued to move my hips.  Sam pulled his t-shirt off and tossed it to the side and began slowly stroking his cock.  I licked my lips and let my bra fall into his lap.

He grabbed my hips and dragged me into his lap.  His hand went to my hair and he pulled me into a hard kiss.  I ran my tongue over his top lip and he danced his over it before pushing into my mouth.  I moaned and rocked my hips against him feeling the press of his cock against my mound.  His hand slipped down between us and he started running his cock up and down my folds.

I broke our kiss with a gasp.  “Oh god.  Please.  Please fuck me.  Don’t hold anything back.”  I mewled.

Sam just continued to tease me with his cock.  Not saying anything.  I kissed and sucked on his neck and ran my fingers down his back.

“Sam, please,”  I whined.

He chuckled and suddenly plunged his cock deep into my cunt.  I gasped and threw my head back.  “Oh fuck yes.”  I groaned.  “Thank you, sir.”

His hand went to the back of my neck, holding me in place and he started snapping his hips up into me.  I kept rolling my hips with him as he fucked up into me.  I kissed him hard, biting at his lips.  His hand tightened in my hair to hold me in place and his fingers dug into my hip.

My orgasm slowly built at his drove into my cunt.  His thumb went to my clit and he drew small circles over it.  He bit down into my neck and sucked hard enough to mark.  My whole body clenched up and I came.  “Oh fuck.”  I moaned.

He continued to thrust up into me hard, holding me in place as my body trembled.  There was a sudden tightening of his muscles and he came, biting down into my shoulder.

I let out a low hum as he let my hair go and I collapsed down against him.  He relaxed back into the couch running his hands down my back.  “How are you doing there?  Are you okay?”  He asked, slipping from his assumed persona almost instantaneously.

“Mmm…”  I hummed.  “So much more than okay.  That was really fun.”

He tilted my chin up to look at him.  “How about we go take a bath?”

“Sounds good,”  I said, almost sleepily.

Sam scooped me up into his arms and carried me to the bathroom.  “Just a little FYI.   If Tones every saw you wear that it would make his brain short circuit.”

“Maybe I should wear it next time I come to the tower.”  I joked.

Sam looked at me with a twinkle in his eye.  “I dare you to.”

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RCD: NYFW, FOMO

Summary: Knowing the sour history between Skitch and Natasha, we'll just have to see how they decide to interact with each other going forward, if at all; Fear Of Missing Out AKA Forget Our Missed Opportunities

Pairing: Jeweler!Wanda Maximoff x Metalworker!Reader

[Everything Else From the RCD Universe] [Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] This is Part 4

Warning(s): Oh there's definitely language in this one, I remember. There's also mention of past toxic relationships/friendships, but that's about it

Note(s): Here we are at the last part of The Fashion Week Incident, so let's cap it off baby, LET'S GO!

Word Count: a bit under 1k

ALSO: *squints* I give NO ONE permission to repost or translate my work. Make your own shit

Again, Wanda and Natasha weren't the bestest of friends before that night. They were friendly acquaintances within the same circle of the fashion industry, so when Skitch tells Wanda about their history with Nat, she's rightfully standoffish toward the fashion designer on the last day of fashion week.

Skitch is kind of just over it and wants to enjoy the rest of fashion week with Wanda and just ignore that Natasha is there. They haven't let Natasha affect their life for so long that they just want to move on with everything.

Natasha, however, since seeing Skitch after all these years is definitely more remorseful and wants to bridge the gap between them and apologize for how she treated Skitch and how they cut ties so abruptly.

The actual runway presentation on the last day goes off without a hitch. After the show, Wanda and Skitch are both mingling again as per usual when Natasha eventually comes up to Skitch and asks to talk to them privately. Skitch brings Wanda along because anything that Natasha has to say can be said in front of Wanda as well seeing as Wanda knows about their past. The three of them do go outside of the venue for privacy, though.

Natasha releases a shaky breath before starting. "I was hoping that we can start fresh, and just put what happened behind us. I know things got ugly, and I'm not proud of how I dealt with things and how much of a bitch I was to you. I wish I reached out to you sooner,"

Wanda could feel her own eye twitch a little bit, "I'm ashamed of the person I was and how I treated you... if I could go back in time-"

That was where you were done just listening, "But you can't go back in time, Natasha- Fuck, NO part of that was an apology! That's what I want, Natasha. An apology. I can't help but think that that is outside of your reach to give me, seeing as I was never just ENOUGH! I was somehow not doing enough as a kid with 'nothing to offer', or I was overbearing enough to let me get arrested for protecting you!" At some point you stopped seeing the older woman dressed in finer fabrics and instead saw the ambitious college sophomore who never wore any outfit without one of your borrowed leather jackets. "Maybe if I'm MAD ENOUGH I'll be worthy of an earnest 'sorry' from you! I just!-...All I wanted was to finally be enough..."

Natasha's eyes continued to water as tears flowed down her cheeks. Her hand helplessly tried to reach out to you, her voice weak and strangled by overflowing emotion. "You were always enough, Y/n. I- fuck... I'm so sorry that I ever treated you like you were beneath me, that you were a nuisance, that I told you that you were 'wasting your time' while with working for Logan. Hell! I'm sorry that I resented you for putting your future on hold for my benefit! I'm sorry for acting like I was better than anyone and taking you and Logan and Annie and Kurt for granted... but you are enough, Y/n. You always have been. And I'm sorry that I made you feel any less than."

Your face is still stoic, but you can't help but let a few tears of your own fall at Natasha's words. "I know that now, but I didn't need you to tell me that anymore." You tightened your grip on yours and Wanda's clasped hands. "I've had the better half a decade to think and make my piece with your shit, Nat... And in time, I think-... I think I could forgive you. But I can't speak on behalf of the others at home you hurt, like Annie and Kurt, and I damn sure can't speak for my dad. You'll have to talk to them yourself to try to make amends... but consider this the olive branch. Don't snap it."

Wanda, who just found out about Skitch and Natasha's past together the night before, however, is a lot more hesitant to be as cordial with Natasha. She was there to hold Skitch while they cried recalling just how fucked their dynamic used to be, how small they felt after they got bailed out of jail. It was rare for Wanda to see Skitch's rays of sunshine so dim, but she could also feel that tiny shred of hope Skitch had in Natasha to show how much she's changed. Not reverting back to the way things were when they were young and the best of friends. But to have a new friendship built on mutual respect.

Wanda had yet to move as she simply stared at Natasha. "What I can't wrap my head around, is that Y/n went to jail for you, and you just let them ride that out?"

Natasha turned to Wanda, briefly wiping her face, "I couldn't even try to understand my own thought process with what happened that night and leading up to it. There was something about not wanting feeling 'smothered' by the affection of the people that cared about me and craving to be in the 'in' crowd. Wanting the space to make my own choices even though I was the most homesick I had ever been at that time. And pride, there was a lot of pride... too much of it where it wasn't justified, seeing as I cut off the people I wanted to be proud of me the most. I've never forgiven myself for how self-centered I was, nor will I try to justify it. I just hope that I'll be given the opportunity to prove myself to be a real friend to Y/n this time."

Wanda couldn't help but hope for the same, for the both of their sakes, but she would be right beside Skitch to make sure they weren't hurt again.

'I'm sure they are proud of you.'

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RCD: NYFW, FYI

Summary: Now introducing the first part of what I would like to call The Fashion Week Incident. You know something's gotta happen when you have what's supposed to be a "relatively lighthearted and enjoyable event", right?; For Your Information AKA Forget Your Intentions

Pairing: Jeweler!Wanda Maximoff x Metalworker!Reader

[Everything Else in The RCD Universe] This is Part 1 [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4]

Warning(s): it's pretty tame actually, but I'll do a quick disclaimer- I've never attended fashion week anywhere, so don't begrudge any inaccuracies about what goes on here alright? This is all fiction for funsies, we can let that go.

Note(s): Welcome to the miniseries inside an alternate universe! This storytelling is going to look a little different bud; I was going to write this in a traditional story narrative, but in my ever-evolving ways of writing shit, I've just let the brainrot take over and wrote things as they played out in my head...Not unlike the way I write my headcanons, except this is actually in the AU timeline. I hope y'all get ✨the vision✨ and enjoy :3

Word Count: Just shy of 500

ALSO: *squints* I give NO ONE permission to repost or translate my work. Make your own shit

Concerning New York Fashion Week, Wanda is attending for the majority of the week because she is looking at all the designers' new releases and fashion trends that they're introducing for the season. It would make sense that Wanda takes notes on that in regard to her own designs. Skitch is attending as Wanda's plus one, but they are also just genuinely interested in seeing more of what Wanda does as part of her job.

The first few days are a little overstimulating for Skitch, but enjoyable nonetheless. being introduced to some of the people Wanda works with and just entering into a different circle of people was both nerve wracking and exciting at the same time. Though both Wanda and Skitch were happy when they made their way back to their room at the Greenwich hotel to unwind and just decompress from the days full of networking and social and vehicular traffic.

It was on their second to last day attending the runway show for fashion week. One of the designers that was called up next was called Romanova. Skitch freezes before turning to Wanda and asking, "Who's presenting next?" And Wanda responds with "Romanova, it's Natasha Romanoff's brand."

Romanoff.

It's like your head was in a fishbowl as that info sunk in. You suddenly felt much younger; the nineteen-year-old you were the last time you saw the person with that name.

Wanda was little distracted since she was taking her notes, but she later realizes that Skitch isn't nearly as vocal for the rest of the show (since they usually make smaller comments like about the clothes as they're being modeled). They aren't even as responsive to Wanda's own small comments, and she notices that.

Wanda doesn't know what's wrong, but Skitch definitely looks a little stiffer and the smallest bit uncomfortable watching the rest of the show. Wanda keeps a hand on Stitch's thigh for the rest of the showcase in a form of comfort to hopefully ease whatever feelings came about.

The mingling after the show starts up again and Wanda is talking to designers and Skitch sees the person that made them react so perfectly: Natasha Romanoff.

Skitch separates themselves from Wanda so they won't have to be around while she and Natasha talk. Again, Wanda senses their discomfort, but Skitch goes off on their own before Wanda can articulate her concern, so Wanda just keeps a concerned eye on them as Skitch drifts off to talk to other people they met earlier in the week, away from her and Natasha.

Wanda continues her conversation with Natasha as usual; they're not the closest of friends, but they are familiar acquaintances in the industry. Let's be clear though: Wanda's not daft. It's when Skitch walks away from the approaching woman that Wanda puts two and two together that Natasha was the reason skitch became uncomfortable. Though she's more concerned as to why now...

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Lunch Arrangements

Summary: From the RCD Universe; "Skitch going to see Wanda at her office for lunch. They had planned it out and everything. But for some reason the person working at the desk is sure Skitch can't actually have an appointment with Wanda. Skitch ends up having to call Wanda on her cell. Safe to say the person at the front desk sees the head tilt." - Anon

Pairing: Jeweler!Wanda Maximoff x Metalworker!reader

Warning(s): none that I can think of, I don't even think there's a language warning O.O

Note(s): I was just gonna simply answer the ask, but I had a bit too much in mind for dialogue, so I just made it a blurb- does this length still count as a blurb-? Anyways uh…I hope you enjoy :3

Word Count: closer to 900 probably

*squints* I give NO ONE permission to repost or translate my work. Make your own shit

Fixing your leather jacket, you made your way through the front doors of Maximoff Headquarters, small plastic bag in hand. You were coming straight from work and there was a bit of a line at the corner store but you still made decent timing.

Walking up to the front desk, you notice that the blonde woman seems a little bit frazzled, so you try to make this quick for the both of you. You take a breath before a quick smile passes over your face. "Hi, I'm here to see Ms. Wanda Maximoff?"

The receptionist takes a quick look at your tousled appearance before going back to work at her monitor, "Ms. Maximoff doesn't have any outside appointments today, and we don't do walk-ins here."

"Nonono, I don't need anything fixed, I'm here to have lunch with her. We made arrangements for around this time."

The woman looked back over at you, obviously disbelieving. "Mhm, I'm sure. Ms. Maximoff has an important meeting slot scheduled for this time, so what you'll have to do is call and make your magical arrangements for a different time, probably on a different day. Alright, hun?" Her tone was a bit mocking and candy apple-sweet.

Your lips pursed a bit as you nodded at the lady behind the desk, "Yeah, I'll do just that. Sorry for keepin' you, miss." The blonde just makes a gesture away from her desk as she focuses back on her screen, keyboard clacking away. You step away slightly toward the seating area and take out your phone.

You have arrangements to work out of course.

---

It's always something.

When Wanda got your phone call, she was already on her way down on the elevator. You were originally going to meet her at her office, but her last check-in meeting ended early.

Walking out to the main lobby, she saw you in the sitting area before you could notice her. Wanda made her way up to the front desk to where the new hire, Hannah, was sat. As soon as the blonde woman saw her, she straightened up further and adjusted her desk area.

"Hannah, do you know why I'm here?"

"N-no, Ms. Maximoff. You have a meeting scheduled from now until two. Is something wrong?"

"I am supposed to have a meeting right now," Wanda's manicured finger points to your figure, while at this point, you've gotten up to go and greet your girlfriend. "With this person right here. So tell me why I had to be called to come down here to get them myself?" Wanda raised a brow, her head tilted as she watched the receptionist scroll through the digital scheduling. "I have it clearly marked in the system, 'L/N- meeting @ 12:15PM to 2:00PM'. How were you not aware?"

Wanda watched the receptionist sputter for a second, "I didn't know that your meeting was with them in specific, Ms. Maximoff-"

You could feel Wanda getting a bit tight at the situation as you came up to the desk to stand beside her. You rested a placating hand on her waist as you tried to lighten the mood a bit. "I don't know that we got as far as exchanging names, Wanda. I can't really blame her."

Wanda huffed, "I certainly can," she took a quick breath, giving your simple touch a moment to set in. "Commit them to memory then, Hannah. And see to it that this misunderstanding doesn't happen again. Am I understood?"

The poor woman struggled to even maintain eye contact. "Yes, Ms. Maximoff."

Wanda found your hand and loosely interlocked your hands together before you both made your way back to the elevators. On the ride back up, you both leaned on the back wall of the elevator, Wanda squeezing your hand as she continued to give the metal doors the stink eye. "Losing time over someone else's stupidity, I can't even-"

"What, five-ten minutes? We still have at least an hour and a half together before you go back to work and before you come home to me tonight. It's all~right, love." You brought your hands up to leave a quick kiss before rubbing your thumb over the back of her hand.

Wanda let out a slow sigh, and you could visibly see her unwind a bit. "I know I just- I made us lunch and this was what I was looking forward to most today."

"Well I was looking forward to it too, doll. What'd you make by the way?"

"Chicken Caesar wraps. There's extra dressing on yours of course."

"With soppage?"

That draws a giggle out of Wanda that makes you smile at the sound. "Yes, with soppage, I made sure to have extra napkins in my office."

You dramatically tilt your head on the back wall, eyes clenched shut in mock pain."Ugh, a woman after my own heart," turning your head to look over at her, you hold up your free hand with the small black plastic bag for Wanda to see. "I got us the goods too. Sprite and Sour Belts, baby."

All Wanda does is scrunch her nose up at you before the two of you share a kiss in the elevator.

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Just A Few RCD HCs

Summary: These are Just some general headcanons I thought up for Jeweler!Wanda and Metalworker!Reader. Check out where it started by reading Rough Cut Diamonds

[Everything else in the RCD Universe]

Pairing: Jeweler!Wanda Maximoff x Metalworker!Reader

Warning(s): There's mention of sexy times so 18+ aka MINORS DNI, other than that none that I can think of, bud.

Note(s): Umm...I reread RCD and just thought of a few thingy things, some wholesome and not so holesome thots. I hope you enjoy :3

Word Count: somewhere close to 600 maybe bc headcanons (I just didn't check after it went past 500 m' sorry)

*squints* I give NO ONE permission to repost or translate my work. Make your own shit

Wanda makes time to come by often enough that your coworkers know just to send her back to your area

"Skitch! Your lady's here-" "Again!"

They're respectful dw

Lifting up your welding helmet just to see Wanda simply watching you work has been something you've become used to every Friday

Making Wanda your own little rings for her to wear

because obviously.

making lil dainty ones that can stack on top of each other and even a few full-finger rings

You yourself didn't wear a lot of jewelry, maybe a few rings and a chain

Despite that, Wanda definitely makes pieces specifically for you.

somethin like the waves ring with pietersite from Clocks and Colors or the starry night bracelet from Etah Love, that kinda vibe

it's giving silver>>>gold

You'd show Wanda how to do an efficient stick weld.

she'd definitely quick to catch on with her own experience, she really took to TIG welding as well

The glasses she usually wears don't protect enough for what you do, so you have to lend her your helmet.

You have to hold it in place from behind because it's too big on her head 🤭

Y'all for sure have more sex in the shop. 100%

Like I'm about to sound like ya'll are constantly fucking at your job and you're not~ 🙄

I can guarantee you both aren't doing the deed in respectable public more than you do in private

I'm just hyperfocusing for a sec, get off me-

I dunno why you guys don't try it at her workplace more, but somethin about the vibe of your shop specifically gets Wanda ready to jump your bones.

Like to Wanda, her place? Great. Your place? Also great. The maker's Damned??? UGHH 😩

Your back office is the prime spot no doubt-

Logan: 😑😮‍💨

Your Coworkers: 🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️

Your Workbench: 👀

jkjk you both aren't nearly that egregious about it, but they do tease you about it when they notice something happened in the back.

"Skitch, that's what your workspace at home is for-" "You are the literally the last person who needs to rag on me about workplace ettiquette, Remy..."

Also, something about the indents Wanda's rings leave around you neck and biceps from her grip are just-aghhh 😵‍💫

And it's too warm to be wearin' your shacket all the time so just proudly showing off all the marks Wanda leaves on you 😌

There were a few times where you were left to lock up the shop while Logan was out, and you and Wanda fucked at your main workstation...

Eh, the shop's got blinds and curtains to cover the windows-

Even then, it was only a few times

Wanda's already said she want's to be nowhere near the band saw, so...

Back to the wholesome bits-

You would actually weld a sandwich unironically.

AKA ruin a TIG welding torch trying to make a "welded cheese sandwich"

You may be a trained professional, but your survival instincts seem to be wayy down sometimes...

Hey, curiosity is the mother of invention and all that *shrugs*

Wanda won't actively participate in your shenanigans usually, but she will watch to make sure you don't hurt yourself.

You've made plenty of small metal sculpture pieces that Wanda has displayed around her place.

Looking at them and paying attention to the little details she remembers watching you put into them actually helps Wanda maintain the drive that she's kept throughout her career.

Wanda, as ambitious as she is, does have moments where she holds back some of her vision with designs that she's scrapped or held off perpetually in favor of making something reliable instead of something too "unexpected" for her to come out with.

She definitely gets in her own head about it a lot, but with a new set of eyes, your eyes on them, you encourage her to pursue them. You help not only broaden but brighten her horizons.