#dyke beam be upon ye!

[gregmarriage]

does it count as therapy or dealing with your problems, if you make your blorbos have your disabilities? asking for a friend.

[thescarletwitchsapprentice]

Imagine: You’re a fiction writer and are having trouble coming up with a new story idea. Also your girlfriend REALLY wants to cuddle. Aka Cuddles: The Cure-All. (Wanda Maximoff x writer!reader)

*Not my GIF, maybe not the best one for a fluff fic, but it’s kind of about focus.

Author’s Note: 

I headcanon that Wanda is an absolute cuddlebug. I might also do some non-yan with Tetyana. And possibly Yelena.

Ironically, I’ve been having trouble coming up with content because I’ve been putting some of my time into my fic on fimfiction (yes, I write MLP fics sometimes. I’m currently working on a dark one with a character based on Wanda (sorta) and inspired by “Rainbow Factory.” Right here.

“Aaugh!”

You cry out as you bring your head into your hands. A blank document sits on your computer screen; you’ve been afflicted with writer’s block, the bane of every writer’s existence. (Same)

“(Y/N)? Sweetie?”

Your girlfriend Wanda emerges from the living room, a concerned look spread upon her face. 

“Is there something wrong?”

You sigh.

“I just.....I feel like I’m losing inspiration for my stories. It’s that stupid writer’s block.”

Wanda walks over, hugging you from behind and giving you a sweet kiss on the cheek before placing her chin on your shoulder.

“I’m sure you’ll think of something, darling. How about you come cuddle with me? Perhaps that could help.”

“But......augh! I’d love to, but I just want to get at least something out on the document.”

You massage your temples, the headache you’ve been having continuously announcing its presence.

“You can’t force creativity,” Wanda reminds you. “Come on, let’s go cuddle.”

“Wanda--”

“Cuddles! Cuddles and sitcoms. It’ll relieve your stress, honey.”

You look at her.

“You just want an excuse to cuddle with me, don’t you?”

“Mm-hmm.” She nods and scrunches up her nose at you.

Your heart melts.

“Go get some comfy clothes on fi--”

With a snap of her fingers, she’s wearing comfy clothes.

“....Okay, just give me a second to--”

SNAP!

Aaaand now you have comfy clothes on.

The popcorn machine in your kitchen begins popping and Wanda gasps excitedly.

“Perfect timing! I made popcorn for us to watch it with.”

Excitedly grabbing onto your hand, she practically pulls you to the living room. You think that she might get up to get the popcorn, so then you can sneak your lapto--

Snap!

....Okay, we’ll then she’ll have to put in the DV--

Snap!

....What about some blankets fo--?

Snap!

Having a witch as your girlfriend does make for an interesting life.

The TV turns on and the intro plays. Putting a blanket over you two, Wanda hugs you close, beaming. You snuggle up to her. Soon the title for The Dick Van Dyke Show comes on; to your amusement, once again, It May Look Like A Walnut is on. You chuckle and give her a little kiss on the cheek.

“You’re cute,” you chuckle.

“No you are!” She scrunches her nose up at you. “But we can argue about this later.”

You two turn your attention back to the TV screen. You watch through the walnut episode a few times before moving onto other episodes.

“Is the Cupcake Test really a viable way of telling if a kid’s sick?” you ask her.

She shrugs light-heartedly.

“Mama and papa never tried it on me or Pietro.”

“Maybe we could try it on our children?” you ask shyly.

Her face goes red as she giggles, scrunching her nose.

“We’ll see, you cutie pie.”

She cuddles up even closer to you as you go through more episodes. The two of you end up falling asleep on the couch in a cuddle, popcorn littering the couch, the blanket, the floor, while the show is quietly playing on the TV. 

You wake up the next morning, a bit groggy, trying to remember what happened. Then suddenly, you’re struck with an idea. Not wanting to wake Wanda, you quietly slip out of her grasp, putting a pillow in your place, before rushing back to the office. When she wakes up, she hears you fiercely typing on your keyboard, a story practically racing out of your fingertips like magic. She smiles as she hears it while she goes to make breakfast.

She’s always said that cuddling is one of the best medicines for stress.