#it was my little saturday night show i'd watch with my dinner lmao

[evan-buck]

honestly think i might complain about this doctor who release schedule every week because every week it pisses me off more

[missmonsters2]

Omg babes, you’re back! Can I have 28 please? With anyone, I’m not picky 😘 - thewitchandtheassassin

"Because I love you."

This prompt just screams angst to me, but I have refrained because I am a good person LMAO I flipped a coin, and we got Wanda. ily babes 💖💖💖 @thewitchandtheassassin (bro I'm pretty proud of this drabble don't sleep on it LOL)

Count: ~1k

⊶⊷⊶⊷⊶⊷⋆⊶⊷⊶⊷⊶⊷

Wanda was doing last-minute checks to make sure everything was perfect.

It was Saturday, and Saturdays were dedicated to documentary nights with you. It was a club—sort of. If you could count a club that only consisted of two people.

It was simple. The two of you had hectic schedules, but the two of you would decide on a documentary during the week and then meet up on Sundays to discuss the said documentary.

She had a sauce simmering on the stove before she heard the doorbell ring. Wiping her hands on a hand towel, Wanda rushed off to open the door to find you grinning at her.

"I brought wine," you hold up the bottle for Wanda to see.

You looked good—delectable even. Wanda felt her mouth dry.

"Oh," you moan. "What's the smell? Please tell me you're not making the special bread dip because I'm going to gain massive weight because of you at this rate."

Wanda chuckles as she lets you in. "I could but then I'd be lying."

The two of you make your way into her kitchen, and you see a fresh loaf of bread sitting on the counter.

"I feel bad that you're always making something delicious and I show up with just wine," you tell her before you hop up onto the counter.

"It's good wine in your defence," Wanda smiles at you.

You're cutting the loaf into slices as you swing your legs a little. Wanda grabs two wine glasses as passes them to you. You pour a generous amount for you both and clink drinks before taking a sip.

"Mm," you hum. "It is good. Natasha recommended it to me."

"Oh?" Wanda half-heartedly hums. "Tell her it's good."

Wanda goes back to stirring the sauce. God, she really wishes you would just wake up and realize that she was in love with you, and then you would realize you were in love with her.

"Here," Wanda scoops up on sauce on the wooden spoon, blowing it to cool down before she offers it to you.

You grab her hand gently and sip some of it.

"Missing anything?" Wanda asks.

You hum before Wanda takes a taste from the same spot you just put your mouth on.

You blink.

"Er, just a little more salt," you tell her.

Suddenly, you're launching into a full spiel about the documentary this week. You talk all about your thoughts and opinions on it while Wanda just stares at you.

Wanda absently thinks about the fairy lights she hung up and the candles around the place to set the mood. She thinks about the countless times she's done it every week and agonizes over what you might like to eat Saturday night.

Wanda thinks about how she occupies the most sociable night of the week with you, and she's been seducing you for weeks now, and you haven't even blinked twice.

The hints she's been sending might as well been a giant billboard that she's in love with you. She feeds you food, she touches you softly and intimately, and you just smile at her like she's your next-door neighbour.

"Hey," Wanda finally says. "Do you ever think it's weird that it's just the two of us in our little documentary club?"

You're broken out of your long speech as you peer at Wanda.

"Well, I guess not many people are into documentaries...I mean, we watch some really weird ones, so it would be hard to find someone else that would want to watch and discuss them." You blink at Wanda. "Did you want to try to invite more people? I guess we can't really have in-depth conversations when it's just the two of us having discussions..."

Wanda bites her bottom lip and tries again. "Why do you insist on coming here every Saturday? You come here with wine and we eat some kind of dinner together before we sit on my balcony and discuss the documentary for maybe an hour but you stay much longer."

You're taken aback. Hurt and embarrassment fill your eyes, and you try to steady yourself.

"Oh, um," you stutter. "Am I overstaying my welcome? I didn't realize it was inconveniencing you. We could—just text each other our thoughts. Or—we could limit it to just an hour."

Wanda sighs as she turns off the stove to prevent the sauce from burning.

"That's not what I'm saying," Wanda tells you. "I just...if you don't think you'll ever have feelings for me, you don't have to pity me and come every Saturday night."

"Feelings?" You blink rapidly.

Wanda nods.

"Isn't it obvious?" Wanda raises her brow at you. "I've been trying to romance you. I've been taking it really slow because...well, I thought you needed more time to see that I wasn't—evil."

It's been one year and three months since the Ultron incident.

You're gnawing on your lip.

"So...all this," you wave your hand at her house. The lights, the candles, the food. "You're trying to...romance me?"

Wanda nods.

"Why?" You blush.

"Because I love you."

Wanda says it so matter-of-factly you think you were going to faint.

Now you're even more embarrassed.

"I didn't realize you were trying romance at me," you pick at the lint on your pants, your cheeks hot. "I thought that's what you did with everyone. I—didn't want to assume. I didn't ever think you were evil. I do—like you."

Wanda narrows her eyes at you. "You think I hand-feed Steve food, or give foot rubs to Clint, and take Natasha horseback riding to go apple picking to make pies?"

Oh, god, you were an absolute fucking moron.

Wanda sighs before she turns on the stove again to simmer the sauce for a couple of more minutes.

This was her own fault. She should've plucked the courage to be more forward.

The kitchen is silent again, and you take it as documentary nights will get to continue as they were. You were just now aware that—

"I'm romancing you right now, by the way."