The task was easy. All you had to do was keep an eye on the batch in the oven. Easy peasy.
Yet, your mind was too fogged with the remnants of sleep and thoughts that were too early in the morning to be having.
The warm mug in your hands kept you somewhat grounded in your surroundings, but your mind was too slow to anticipate her next movement.
Wanda’s comfortable smell engulfed you as you felt her chest press thighs against your back as she wrapped her warm baggy cardigan around you both, keeping you in a shared cocoon.
“The muffins,” you blinked, your senses waking up.
“I already took them out,” you could feel the laugh in her voice, but the kiss she planted in the back of your head turned you into a puddle right in her arms.
“Sorry,” you leaned against her, basking in the safety she provided.
“It’s no problem,” Wanda shrugged. “You’re still getting some to keep you going through the day,” you felt her smile before she placed a chaste kiss and broke the embrace.
You smirked at that. “This is why I like the mornings you’re here,”
“Flattering will get you everywhere,” she laughed.
You watched her move around your apartment as if she belonged there, the silence that settled around you was comfortable, only broken by the squeak of the oven door and Wanda’s soft humming that almost lulled you back to sleep.
“I should get ready,” you stood up, forcing you to wake up before your face fell over the table.
“I’m still seeing you tonight?” Wanda batted her eyelashes.
You moved around, stepping right in front of her, your faces inches away. “You know Nat would kill me if I don’t go,”
“And we’re sneaking away before it ends?”
If someone's eyes could shine with want like it happened to cartoons, Wanda’s would be one of them. And you knew right there she had you at your knees.
“You’re a menace,” your arms found her waist, locking your hands on her lower back right above her butt.
She rubbed her nose against yours, smiling mischeviously. “I don’t see you ending whatever this is,” she tsked.
“Because I don’t want to,” your lips brushed hers, but retracted before she could kiss you.
“Good,”
Her green eyes locked with yours and you could see what you were too insecure to name, yet. Not because of fear, but because rushed things could be taken away easily.
Leaning slowly, almost teasingly, you kissed her cheek before you broke the contact and stepped away.
“I’m gonna be late,” you shrugged, biting the inside of your cheek at her shocking face.
“You come back here,” she scoffed, indignant.
“Sorry, baby. Work calls,” you turned around and started walking to your room to get dressed, but before you reached the hallway, Wanda’s arms wrapped around you from behind.
“You’ll pay for this,” she spoke wickedly on your ear before she stepped away, leaving you still as you felt the butterflies fluttering in your stomach.
This woman was already the death of you. And to be honest, you wouldn’t have it any other way.
Oh imagine Wanda and r discovering at Wanda’s bakery that r is allergic to nuts or something like that ?
oh nooooo
Poor r would be sad that they can't taste Wanda's pastries but they def know Wanda will spend hours and hours perfecting a recipe so that you can try it
but also she has a whole other recipe for people who are allergic to nuts, gluten-free and makes sure not to cross-contaminate with the other batch. She bakes the regular stuff first and while those are in the oven she'll deep clean her counter, use gloves, everything to ensure it's safe for r and her customers
Summary: That your relationship with Wanda failed epically wasn’t news to anyone. Much less when you’ve accepted an internship at the other side of the world. But when a family desicion bring you and Wanda together once again, you couldn’t help the old feelings that resurfaces at seeing her. But would the feeling be returned or were they meant to just exist in the confines of your heart?
A/N: MY DUDES! I’VE GOT ANOTHER STORY TO TELL! This one is a teasing chapter (not really yet) introducing baker!Wanda since, lesbe honest, we all need it. Obviously, I still don’t know how long it’ll be, but I’ll try to add as little angst as I can for we all need a smooth ride, lol. I hope you like this enough to want more. Let me know your thoughts! And even tho this will be focusing on the present, there’ll be a bunch of flashbacks to fill in the holes, so they’ll be writen in cursive.
A/N 2: THANKS FOR THE 1K+ FOLLOWERS! I really appreciate it (:
Part I, Part II, Part III
Looking up from the red icing on your hands, you discarded your task of decorating the cookies your mom had baked for Valentine's Day. Walking as fast as your small legs allowed, you frowned at the small interaction your dad was having with a boy not much older than you.
“This is not right, kid.” Your dad’s stern voice had you shivering from head to toe even if you weren’t the one under his judgment. “Where are your parents?”
“I know, sir.” The blue-eyed boy stayed with his gaze down.
“Then, why did you do it?” Your dad’s voice was tinted with suspicion, and you knew he wasn’t mad. Having been the target of his reprimands more often than not, you’ve learned to differentiate the ones where he basically grounded you from the ones that meant to discover what laid under the surface.
Sensing the discomfort in the boy, you found yourself walking towards him, placing a hand on his shoulder.
“It’s okay. We can help,” you smiled timidly when he looked at you.
You felt your dad’s eyes dart towards you, but you ignored it for your own sake. And the boy’s, too.
The patch of clothing under your hand wasn’t enough to hide the boy’s nervous movements, so you applied enough pressure hoping it won’t scare him off.
You smiled when he spoke again.
“I’m sorry, sir. It’s my and my sister’s birthday and I wanted to cheer her up with a cupcake. My parents… they can’t afford a cake.” His voice was barely audible, and if you tried harder, you could’ve sensed the lump in his throat.
“I understand, son.”
“I am not your son,” the boy frowned spitefully.
“I’m sorry,” your dad smiled something mockingly, but thankfully only you could see it, for the boy seemed truly upset about it.
Feeling for the boy, you smiled toothily as an idea popped up.
“Can we give him a cake? I promise I’ll pay for it,” you tried hopefully. “Everyone deserves a cake on their birthday,” you pouted profusely, ready to kneel in front of your dad if necessary.
Laughing, your dad rolled his eyes at your antics. “I have a better idea,” he winked at you before turning his attention to the boy. “Why don’t you go get your sister so you can both choose one? Tell your parents it’s on the house,” he stood up from his kneeling position and patted the boy’s shoulder. “What’s your name?”
“It’s Pietro, sir,” The boy- Pietro answered with a timid smile.
"Alright, Pietro, see you in a bit." Your dad ruffled Pietro’s hair before walking away to another table that requested his presence.
"Wait. Are you guys serious?" His blue eyes opened wide as the information sank in, making you giggle.
"We're serious. Now, go get your sister before it rains!" You pushed him softly as you smiled back at him, watching him go.
Feeling happy that those kids will have a birthday cake, you went back to the back to finish the cookies before your mom found out. After all, you didn't know how long it'd take for Pietro and his sister to show up.
True to your senses, the twins arrived after half an hour, which gave you plenty of time to finish your tasks and even get yourself a piece of brownies.
"Dad! They're here!" You smiled toothily as you walked through the swinging door, dragging your dad with you.
"Calm down, sweetie," he chuckled as he took his hand off your grip, following you.
"Hi, Pietro! Hi, Pietro’s sister! I'm Y/N," you extended your hand toward the girl, who eyed you through her long lashes cautiously.
"Hi! This is my sister, Wanda," Pietro smiled, pushing her sister to take your hand, which she accepted reluctantly.
"Hi, Wanda! Happy birthday, guys!" Your dad greeted them with an endearing smile. "Come this way," he signaled to the big display counter with an acceptable variety of cakes. "Help them choose and let me know when they decide." Your dad kissed the top of your head and walked away to a new customer.
"Okay, guys. Let's make business," you squared your shoulders like you did when your parents allowed you to help the clients around. "What are your favorite flavors?" You asked, eyeing the cakes, ready to offer them the choices.
"I like chocolate, but just for today I'm willing to accept Wanda's favorite which is vanilla," he said with his eyes glued to the glass.
"No way!" You looked up, looking at them with the brightest smile you could muster. Finally, you'd be able to offer them what you thought was your million-dollar idea. "Today is your lucky day! We have both flavors in one! And it has chocolate ganache," you pointed to the brown cake at the bottom left.
"What you say, sis? You want that one?" Pietro looked at the smaller girl by his side, who just shrugged.
"Okay," her small voice was imperceptible, which had you looking at her brother for confirmation.
Looking intently into the girl’s eyes, you could see the sadness in them and all of you wanted to close the distance between you two and hug her tightly. But you weren’t too oblivious to step into her personal bubble without being invited. The girl was nothing like her brother. And that only made you want to know her.
“You ready, guys?” Your dad came by your side, the cardboard box in his hands was settled over the countertop ready to be filled.
“Yes, sir. We’re having that one,” Pietro pointed out with his small finger.
“Perfect choice,” he looked down at you with his typical smirk. “Are your parents outside?”
“Uhh, no. They’re busy,” Pietro quickly rushed. And he might have missed his sister’s frown, but you didn’t.
“Allow me to bring you guys home? It’s already late for you to be outside,” your dad offered, not really caring about the effort.
“No.” This time, Wanda spoke. Her eyes finally looked up and you couldn’t help the funny feeling you felt in your belly.
“We just want to help,” you pouted.
“We don’t need your pitiness,” the brunette’s eyes pierced your soul. “I’ll pay you back when I’m able to work. Let’s go, Pietro.” Wanda turned around without giving you a second glance, leaving you alone to pick up the broken pieces.
“I- I’m sorry about that,” Pietro looked from his sister to you. “She’s not feeling good, is all. I thank you both so much,” he smiled heartily at your dad as he accepted the closed box. “I’ll never forget this,” he nodded shortly.
Rounding the counter, you side-hugged him as tight as you could, having noticed his glassy eyes. “I hope we can be friends.”
“I’d like that,” he smiled hopefully. “I better go, my sister is waiting.”
“Pietro?” You called after him.
“Yeah?”
“I hope your birthday turns out well,” he offered two cookies you had taken from the display, not really caring about your parents. “Wanda’s, too. You both deserve happy birthdays and we’ll be here if you guys need help with that.”
“Thank you, Y/N. See you around,” he waved weirdly at you and your dad before he walked out the door.
Stepping through the arrival door, you looked over the crowd for your friend, finding his characteristic white smile accompanying his gleamy eyes.
Running towards Pietro, you discarded your carry-on as you jumped into his arm, inhaling his perfume after so long.
“I missed you, dude!” You hid your face, enjoying his strong arms around you.
“The feeling is mutual,” he held you a few more seconds until you wriggled away from his hold. “How was the flight?” He grabbed your luggage as his free arm closed around your shoulders.
“Ehh, could’ve been better,” you scrunched your nose, remembering your annoying neighbor for the 7 hours the flight took. “Should be illegal to have a random person talking your ear off about their complaints.”
“You should’ve ignored him,” Pietro shrugged.
“I tried. Sadly, my ears hurt if I raised the volume to the maximum,” you sighed.
“Bummer. At least Wanda baked your favorite.”
“Did she?” You stopped your walk, your smile reflecting the warm happiness you felt inside.
“Duh. She missed you, even though she denies it,” he winked knowingly.
“I hope so,” you felt your cheeks flush, but didn’t bother to hide it. Pietro has been your confident ever since you two met.
“You know just because you broke up doesn’t mean the love is gone. Right?” Pietro questioned, opening the passenger door. Always the gentleman he was.
“Doesn’t mean one can’t move on,” you countered.
“Touché.” Pietro closed the door before he trotted to the driver’s, getting into the car.
Pietro’s words replaying over and over did nothing to placate the old thoughts that filled your mind, muffling the songs coming from the car’s stereo, making the drive to your parents' house shorter than what it really was.
The sole fact you’d be facing the girl you've had practically ran away from had your body cells vibrating in anticipation the closer you walked towards the front door and your pulse quickened increasingly fast as you knocked on the door.
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how about baking with wanda, that would be really cute
I tried to look for the gif (without America's punch) but i had no luck
Baker!Wanda is becoming my downfall. Just saying.
Enjoy this masterpiece of a face 🤭🤭🤭
Turning in bed, you smiled at the sweet smell flooding the house as you basked in the comfiness your bed provided you as you heard the soft singing of your girlfriend.
"There's a bunch of deformed ones you can feed off," Wanda sighed as she kept stirring the icing.
Swallowing the cookie, you embraced her from behind resting your chin on her shoulder. "Want me to help?"
"Please," she turned around and hid her face on the crock of your neck.
Standing in the middle of the kitchen as she calmed down, you kissed her head after a few moments. "C'mon." You moved to change the playlist to an upbeat one and put on an apron, ready to be prompted.
As the time passed and the rumors spread out, Wanda's name became something big, turning her into a huge ball of nerves with each new customer that contacted her for their events. And as her girlfriend, it was your duty to help her.
"How much should I add?" You asked, mixing the colored buttercream.
"Four drops. We need it pastel purple," Wanda hummed from the oven.
The quietness that settled between you two, only interrupted by the music coming from the speaker- got you thinking of ways to make Wanda's dream a reality.
"Impressive," Wanda smiled as she looked at you finishing the last touches of the cake. "Maybe I should give you a rise."
The noise coming off her got you giggling as you spun yourselves, sitting her on the countertop.
"I didn't mean this kind of rise."
"I don't need it anyways," you purred kissing her jaw.
"We have work to do, baby," Wanda's words opposed her movements.
Settling between her legs, you parted your lips from her skin, fixating your eyes on hers.
Just as she was closing the distance, you dirtied her nose with the remaining buttercream.
"You're dead," Wanda jumped off reaching for the pastry bag.
"Don't you dare." You squeaked rushing off, but you found yourself trapped as Wanda was faster.
"Apologize."
Looking around for something to defend yourself, you grabbed the wooden spoon covered in cookie dough. "Never."
Walking backward around the small kitchen, you maintained yourself put in front of a wickedly smirking Wanda, cornering you in a predatory way.
"You have no chance against me, love." The brunette coed.
"Surrendering will be like dying."
"At least it'll be by me."
"Yeah, no thank you. This is not how I wanna die." You felt your cheeks flustering at the not-so-innocent thought.
The dark laugh coming from Wanda's throat got your baby hairs spiking.
The sound alone with the haunting face in front of you sending shivers through your whole body.
"Did you decide your next move?" Wanda raised her eyebrow expectantly.
"I say we should keep working."
Wanda tsked. "Pussy."
Locating the flour through your periphery, you quickly took some and threw it to a distracted Wanda.
But you regretted it as soon as her face was covered in white powder. "I'M SORRY!"
In the blink of an eye, Wanda had you pinned on the floor, her angry face in place and her chosen weapon over you. "You'll never understand. Will you?"
You scrunched your face as you felt the cold icing on your forehead.
"You're so reckless that you don't think about the consequences," Wanda spoke calmly as she kept torturing you.
"You know that won't take you anywhere, sweety,"
Wanda's mischievous voice along with the feeling of a cold, wet substance against your skin got you breathing deeply.
"Please, have mercy." You spoke defeatedly.
Wanda hummed finishing her last touches before she smiled contently with her work. "Maybe this will teach you once and for all." She kissed your nose before standing up, moving to the remaining cookies to be decorated.
"Thanks for helping," Wanda spoke over her shoulder as you walked towards the bathroom.
Your laugh ricochetted through the apartment as you saw your reflection in the mirror.
I finally wrote something even if small so I thought I’d share it.. Baker!Wanda is.. I need more of her. Okay? Enjoy
Pardon my rustiness.. It’s been ages.
As the time passed, the tic-tac of the old clock Wanda loved oh, so much- was long forgoten as your eyes could only focus on every little movent the woman in front of you performed so carelessly yet, so perfect.
“You’re flirting with me just so you can eat my food, aren’t you?” You could hear the giggle in her voice.
"I did not such thing." You corrected your position as you ate a bunch of nuts.
"You know," Wanda smiled as she never stopped her work. "Words aren't always needed."
Sighing, you gave up your act and just grabbed her hand and kissed the top of it.
“What can I say? I am a slut, specifically for your wonderful pastries.”
Trying her hand at making ice cream for r and the twins 😭😭😭
While Wanda doesn’t mind going out to buy ice cream , it’s too hot to be out to buy some so she looked up a quick recipe on cookies and cream ice cream for the twins and then another one for her and r
She didn’t expect it to be too complicated til she had to make ice cream the non machine route. Her hands are suffering with the coldness of the bag of ice cream she’s shaking
“ I don’t know why I’m even doing this 🙄”
“ cause you love me and the boys wanda 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺”
Meanwhile wanda like
Also r in the kitchen watching Wanda make ice cream for the twins and then like
Wanda having her bakery/shop just down the street from where you work, so you always visit her during your breaks and nearly every time you show up she has a new experimental treat for you to try. (They're all amazing ofc) and Wanda always calls you her 'favorite taste tester'.
(You're her only taste tester other than Pietro, who only tastes her creations after you've given them the okay and takes great offense to you being the favorite)
HI
You end of becoming a regular at her bakery and she never fails to give you new pastries that she’s thinking of adding to the shop .
She made new themed cookies for the fall ? You need to try them.
Wanda tried her hand out at making some tiramisu because you had mentioned it once ? Oh she’d pull puppy eyes for you to try it 🥺🥺🥺
Especially themed desserts for the seasons/holiday , Wanda has to have you try it during your breaks which determines if it’s put on the menu
Pietro while he doesn’t mind helping out his sister try stuff out, tries not to eat too much sweets so she didn’t have anyone else before you showed up which works out from both of you cause cute bakery owner who gives you baked goods and Wanda sees your cute face.
Each time wanda make pastries I just know she put some aside for r
Especially depending on the day
Wanda has different pastries that are the “ special “ of the day
So one day you’ll get 2 extra mint chocolate chip cookies from the dozen she made or the other a stuffed crème Brulé donut she decided to try and made half a dozed but saved one for you.
If it’s a particular kind you love she’ll make a couple extra to give you 
