anyways would u write a fic based on bad idea! by girl in red where wanda & r are exes and wanda shows up one night at her door drunk & wanting to get back together & the morning she's all cold and distant & like 'this was a mistake ur better off wo me'
-a/n; love love love this
-warnings; angst
"Wanda," you sighed and stared at the redhead who was leaning nonchalantly against the door frame. "What are you doing here?"
"Can I come in?"
"You're drunk," you protested.
"I'm drunk and I miss you and I'd like to come in."
You knew this was a losing battle and so you stepped aside. As soon as Wanda was through the threshold, she was on you. She kicked the front door closed behind her and cupped your cheeks. She kissed you roughly. She was desperate. She was desperate for you.
"This is a bad idea," you muttered against her lips.
But Wanda's hands had already wandered from your cheeks and were making their way up your shirt. She wasn't gonna stop now. She undid your bra and said "Darling, you're so pretty it hurts."
She pushed you up against the wall and threw all your clothes down on the floor. She pulled back to look at you with a cheeky grin.
"Darling, are you ready for more?"
You woke up to see Wanda sitting on the edge of your bed, pulling her trousers on.
"Leaving so soon?" you groaned.
"This was a bad idea..."
You slammed your head back down onto the pillow and groaned loudly. "I told you so."
"You didn't try to stop me."
"You wouldn't have stopped."
Wanda didn't say anything. She slipped her shirt over her head and stared at you. She moved to leave but hovered by your bedroom door.
"It was a bad idea, to think I could stop."
"Yeah," you scoffed. "It was a bad idea."
"I just can't get enough," she confessed.
You were lost for words. But she was gone. Surely though, you'd see her again. Because she's totally fucked.
Summary: Everything was falling apart in the outside world, but when she's with you, nothing could be more perfect.
Note: STOP TRAUMATIZING MY BABY MARVEL! LET HER BE HAPPY, OKAY!?! Anyway, let me know if you'd like to be tagged in my future works and send any requests you might have! :)
It’s soft, the sunlight that trickles from the windows, peaking through the airy pale curtains that lazily dance.
There’s a breeze in the room, so mellow and sweet that it feels more like the gentle caress of a lover. The room is quiet, nearly completely so, besides the slow and steady breaths Wanda takes, eyes firmly shut as she lies almost entirely motionless beside you. She’s angelic, with gossamer hair that’s messy and tangled, fanning around her pillow like a silken halo. The corners of her lips pull into a smile, cheeks flushing a rosy red that’s a stark contrast to her moonlight pale skin. Running wild in her dreamscapes full of unbridled bliss.
Like a star, she’s a celestial entity more complex than you could ever grasp, with a beauty that burns cold like ice. But when she smiles that radiant smile, eyes lit up with a grin that covers most of her face, she’s more like the sun. With threads of daylight that banish any darkness and demons. And she’s within reach, within your grasp at any given time
It's been months since the Avengers disbanded, and months since you and Wanda have been on the run. It's stressful, to say the least. Constantly having to be on edge takes its toll on you. Never feeling like you could relax, constant fear that you'd be caught and thrown back into prison. Paranoia follows you like a shadow, always visible in the corner of your vision. Everywhere you look, east and west, there's enemies, patiently waiting for a fuck up.
And sometimes you wonder what would've happened if you never did what you did; if you'd signed the Accords and left it at that. But those thoughts are immediately wiped away whenever you look at Wanda. Because no matter how hard the waves crash down on you, you could swim through anything with her by your side. She's a roaring fire that keeps your brittle heart warm, staving away resentment that would start to build inside of you. Because the Accords would've meant a life without Wanda, and that just wasn't worth the illusion of freedom.
You felt used, getting discarded the moment there was no more apparent use for you. It felt bitter, a sour taste lingering in your mouth. But Wanda never shows the same antipathy. She remains optimistic, focusing on what she has rather than what's been lost. Sometimes her integrity makes you feel small, like your bitterness is wasting her honor. And you've told her such. She would simply roll her eyes, and pull you close, washing away every fear with a single kiss. And then she'd reassure you, 'I'd never want anyone else; spite and all.'
And slowly, the layers shed, letting go of the past and putting all of your focus on now. Tightly holding onto the lazy mornings and quiet nights you share with Wanda. Cherishing every breathe you get to take with her near.
And in a weirdly twisted way, you were grateful to be on the run. If you were still an Avenger, sitting in the tower and going off on missions every other week, you wouldn't have these moments with Wanda. There would always be something more pressing, something more dangerous. But in the small little secluded home, tucked deep in the remote parts of Sokovia, there's only you and Wanda.
A sanctity of peace that is just for the two of you.
“Good morning.”
You turn your head, looking over at Wanda’s stirring form. Her green eyes, hazy from sleep, watch you like a child who’s just seen a puppy in real life. The pure unadulterated joy on her face, with a smile like daylight after a series of dark nights, has your heart fluttering wildly, like a bird stuck in a cage. But it’s a good feeling, a warm feeling you never want to forget or lose.
“Good morning,” you respond, a sweet giggle bubbling from your mouth, with a stupidly large grin stuck to your face. You lean down, planting a soft kiss on the corner of Wanda’s mouth, savoring the feeling of her soft skin on your lips. The smell of vanilla and peach invades your senses, leaving you dizzy in the head.
“Good morning.” Wanda whispers, voice raspy and hoarse, sleep lacing each syllable.
“You already said that.” You laugh, quietly, almost like you're afraid that any loud noises will break the secret world you’ve created with just the two of you.
“Did I?” Confusion crosses her face, nose scrunching up in the most adorable way, her head tilting slightly to the left, like a puppy dog.
“Yes, you did.” You can’t help the laughter that continues to bubble out of your mouth or the way your lips are permanently set in a wide smile.
“I guess that’s just the effect you have on me,” Wanda says, a matching grin pulling on her lips.
“Sweet talker,” you say, an accusing tone in your voice. But the smile on your face and the light in your eyes keeps the words from being harsh.
“I’ve been told I’m good with words.”
“Oh really?” You raise a brow, lips pulling into a smirk. Wanda simply nods, leaning her head closer to yours. The both of you lean closer until your foreheads meet, leaving their lips only centimeters apart. Neither of you moves closer, just allowing yourselves to get lost in the moment of peace. Both of you have been plagued by uncertainty the last few years, it’s nice to steal away these moments of calm while they can. Who knows when they’ll be taken from this heaven too. Thrown back into the reality of being superheroes in a world that seems to constantly need saving.
Your eyes are shut, breaths shallow, and falling in sync the longer they stay this way. You open your eyes first, tracing Wanda’s face with your eyes, committing each curve to memory. You notice faint freckles you’ve never seen before. They’re near invisible, not many of them littering her rosy cheeks. Without thought, you raise your hands, using the lightest touch to trace the freckles, connecting them as if they’re constellations. At first, Wanda tenses, the touch unexpected, but quickly she melts into it, sighing softly.
“Did you know you have the tiniest freckles?” you ask. “Right here,” you touch one of the freckles. “--and another here, here and here.” As you speak, you gently prod each spot, as if to emphasize your point.
“I did,” Wanda replies, eyes still shut. “They were more noticeable when I was a child. My brother used to constantly tease me for them.”
There’s a somberness in Wanda’s tone that is only ever reserved for speaking about her family. Pietro's death still follows her like a shadow, looming in the brightest of days. But it’s not as heavy as it used to be. You’ve alleviated some of the weight, breaking it down until it was bearable to carry. And she'll never forget that. Even if fate interjects, separating the two of you, the sun would always seem a little brighter because of you. A field of daisies covering her fondest memories of you.
“They’re lovely.” You lean forward, fingers gently moving to hold Wanda’s chin, you press your forehead against Wanda, the tips of your noses gently brushing. You relish in the feeling, Wanda’s breath becoming yours as your chests rise and fall in sync. Mild heat flashes through your body in the most pleasant way possible.
“Thank you,” Wanda whispers, the words tickling your skin, causing a faint giggle to bubble out of your mouth. Wanda watches you with a sweet smile and lovestruck eyes. This moment is perfect, and both of you wish they could stop time and stay here forever. But that’s not realistic, not with the cards they were dealt.
Silence encompasses the room again, neither of you speaking.
There is a delicateness in the quiet; a silence that only comes from two people who deeply understand each other. A calm and serene feeling floods the room. And you could spend years trying to put it into exact words how you feel, but you’d forever remain unsuccessful. It lulls you into security, sleep lurking in the corner of the room. Warm and fuzzy feeling cocoons the two of you like a blanket, holding you tightly together.
“What did I ever do to deserve you?” Wanda's voice is quiet. You open your eyes, silently watching her. Her eyes are still shut, face undisturbed, as if she never even spoke. But the question hangs in the air.
“What do you mean?” you ask. Wanda stretches her body, a soft sigh leaving her mouth as she does. Then her eyes are open, looking at you with a hazy gaze.
“I just, you’ll never have peace if you're with me. There’s always going to be something that will get in the way,” Wanda says, her voice somber, a crease in her forehead. She’s been thinking about this for a long time, it would seem.
“Hey, you forget that I’m an Avenger too. I can handle anything that gets thrown at us,” you say, desperate to quiet the fears in her head. You move closer, placing a hand on her cheek and tracing her face with the pad of your finger.
“I know you can handle aliens or arms dealers. But what about everything else. It's been years and I still don't understand my magic, it’s dangerous. I'm dangerous. What if I hurt you?” Wanda says.
“You won’t hurt me,” you say. fervor in every word you speak.
“You don’t know that,” Wanda says, the volume of her voice slightly rising. There's fear in her voice, desperation in her eyes. She doesn't want you to slip through her fingers like everything seems to.
“But I know you, Wanda,” you say, hand moving up her face, brushing away the stray red hairs that brush against her face. “And I know that I’d rather spend the rest of my life with you than get a guaranteed peaceful life with anyone else.”
She sighs, but says nothing else. Your brows furrow, fingertips dancing in her hair. It hurts to see her this way, so terrified that her happiness won't last. But you understand. Nothing good seems to last forever in her life.
"Talk to me Wanda. What's wrong," you say, speaking softly and gently. You want her to verbalize every fear, so you can wipe each and every one of them away.
She takes a deep breath, taking a moment to gather her thoughts. And patiently, you wait. You'd wait a million years if that's what it takes. All you care about is Wanda, and making sure that she's not falling apart on the inside.
"I've lost everyone else in my life. I can't lose you too," she whispers, a stray tear falling from her eyes. Quickly you wipe it away with the pad of your thumb. There's a somber look on Wanda's face, all her worst fears bubbling to the surface.
"You won't. You know me Wanda, I'm too stubborn to die," you say, a teasing tone lingering in your voice.
A bark of a laugh leaves her mouth as she sniffles. "You are the most stubborn person I know."
"Exactly," you say, smile as blinding as the blazing summer sun. "I don't know what will happen in the future, but I do know we have this moment. And I wouldn't trade this for the world."
Wanda’s eyes flutter shut, eyelashes delicately kissing the tops of her cheeks. She takes a deep breath, calming the heavy beating of her heart. Slowly, the tension leaves her body, the small creases on her forehead smoothing out. Then she slowly nods her head, opening her eyes a moment later.
“Do you mean that?” her voice is quiet, any doubt or fear completely erased from her tone. Instead, it’s hopeful, as the first rays of light after a lifetime of winter.
“I do.”
A large grin grows on her face and you mimic it. She moves closer to you, entangling a hand in your hair. Then her lips are on yours; soft like a feather and sweet like a fresh peach. The sensation is intoxicating, pulling you under like a sickly sweet wine. She lingers on your senses, even after she pulls away. You’d never be clean of her, even if a hundred years pass and you never see her again. It wasn’t terrifying in the way it used to be. Instead, it was soothing, to be so completely wrapped up in someone who reciprocated your intensity.
“I’m so lucky to have you,” you whisper, breath tickling Wanda’s face.
“Let’s just stay here forever,” Wanda mutters. You smile, the whisper of a giggle leaving your mouth. “Let’s never leave and forget that anything else exists.”
“Deal,” you say. “I love you.”
A million butterflies soar in your stomach, the smile on her face heart attack inducing. Her eyes are sparkling, reflecting ethereally in the soft light from dawn. You were never religious but if you were, you’d abandon it the moment Wanda entered your life. Without a thought you’d worship her like a false idol, losing all sense in her. You’d write a million poems all about her and it would still never be enough. But you’d do it, if that’s what it takes to help her understand just how weak and at peace she makes you feel.
After being awoken by visions of death, you break down into tears. Ever since your powers had manifested themselves, any night you managed to get some sleep was filled with nightmares. Natasha’s room was adjacent to yours and knowing her to be a light sleeper like yourself, you engulf your face with a pillow to keep quiet. Wanda had long theorized that your nature manipulation abilities came from some sort of mystical connection with the consciousness of the Earth. You had no way of knowing if such a thing even existed, but your incessant dreams of fire and destruction made you think she was on to something. What you did know was that it helped a great deal to have another magically inclined person to talk to. Each night, you wonder why these abilities had to choose you. You were at least somewhat happier living your mundane life in your small, rural hometown. Tonight, though, all you could think about was how you wished Wanda was here to hold you.
Your tears eventually subside as you look over to your clock and read 3:48 AM. You let out a long, heavy sigh. Not even three hours of rest. You had never felt like you belonged in the Avengers’ compound, let alone on their world-threatening missions.
But spending time with Wanda always soothed those thoughts, at least for the time being. Recently, though, time with Wanda had started to feel like an acting exercise. All you could think about was your growing feelings for her, and how you knew she would reject them if you ever mustered the courage to be honest. Although you loved her company, you felt so nervous around her lately. You didn’t want to ruin your friendship with your fruitless romantic thoughts.
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You are drawn out of your thoughts by the sound of metallic scraping at your large bedside window accompanied the growing glare of the sun. Stark’s ridiculous automatic blinds.
What a waste of rare earth metals, you find yourself thinking.
The billionaire was always intimidating to you, so you never asked him how to reprogram their timing. And you would never dare to ask the red, snobby A.I. machine that seemed to have an obsession with Wanda, though she would never notice. Perhaps it was your connection to the natural world that turned you off from the Vision, or perhaps you were right to hold reservations against a being that was created by a combination of Ultron, a retired war profiteer, a mad scientist, and a rock from space.
After putting on a comfortable but flattering outfit, you gather yourself and take a deep breath before heading downstairs to dinner. Steve and Wanda were usually the only ones you saw awake at sunrise, but you had heard that Nat always trained from sunrise until noon. As you turn the corner to the kitchen, you see Wanda sitting at the dinner table hardly awake. Steve, on the other hand, was working in the kitchen bright-eyed and bushy-tailed as ever. Steve sharply inhaled at the sight of you. Did you really look that tired?
“Y/N, good morning. Coffee?” Steve asks.
“Definitely,” you lazily reply as Steve goes to grab a mug. “Let me guess, eggs and toast?”
Steve stops and steps to the side in an effort to conceal the toaster and stovetop.
“Perhaps you and Wanda could handle breakfast this morning?” Steve says as he turns around to hand you a full, steaming mug.
You nervously turn to Wanda as she struggles to keep her eyes open with her head resting on her hand. She smiles at the sight of you, and you feel warmth rise in your cheeks.
“Good morning, Y/N,” Wanda manages to say in the sweetest voice you think you have ever heard.
“Good morning,” you can’t help saying without a smile, “how does a professional grade smoothie sound?”
Wanda’s eyes perk up as much as she can muster. “I’ll press the buttons on the blender,” she says.
Steve chuckles. He notices the smiles of Wanda and you slightly fade at his distracting sound. “Why don’t I get out of you two’s hair,” he says as exits with mug in hand.
Shit, you think. Am I being that obvious?
“What was that about?” you say, feigning confusion to break the silence. Had it been two seconds or twenty?
“Oh, who knows,” she says sleepily, “I try not to worry about the actions of a hundred-year-old man.” Her accent was becoming less and less noticeable in the past few months, but it was always stronger early in the morning.
You let out a small laugh as you attempt to not get lost in the sound of her voice. “How about I make you some tea and then we’ll work on smoothies?” you are brave enough to ask.
Wanda tilts her head slightly as her lips curl into a smile. “That would be lovely, Y/N, thank you,” she said with closed eyes.
You smile back and quickly turn to get to work, hiding your hopelessly blushed face. By the time the kettle screeches, you have nearly every fruit and vegetable in the all-too-sparse kitchen arranged on the counter. While filling Wanda’s favorite mug, you nearly drop everything as you feel her hand lightly touch your upper back.
“Hey, that’s my favorite mug!” Wanda excitedly exclaims.
You smile as you hand her the mug. Her fingers brush against yours as the mug trades ownership.
She catches your eyes. “How did you know?” she asks curiously.
“I-I just always see you with it.”
“You notice that?” she says, lightly scrunching her nose with a smile.
“Um, yeah I guess so,” you say forcing a smile.
“That’s really sweet, Y/N,” she says as she steps closer to you. “You know, you’ve been so weird around me lately. Is everything okay? Are your nightmares troubling you?”
“No, no, I’m fine. Just tired, that’s all.” It was getting hard to maintain eye contact.
“Y/N, I can read minds, remember? You know I would never invade yours, but I can’t help but feel your emotions like a wave.”
You watched as her hand went to your chin. She gently lifted your head to meet her gaze.
“Hey, let’s make these smoothies, okay? Then we’ll go watch something in my room, yeah?” she asks, and you feel your body relax.
“Yeah,” your smile genuine this time.
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Wanda closed the door to her room with one hand and a glass full of smoothie in the other. You sit yourself on the foot of her bed. Being in Wanda’s room always made you feel better.
Wanda turned around, “Hey, no, you need to lay down. Steve is well-mannered enough to not say anything, but I can see you’re exhausted, dorogoy.”
Your stomach always seemed to sink at the name. “I can’t even finish my smoothie?” you ask jokingly.
She giggles at the comment. “Okay, okay, of course. Maybe I’m too worried about you.”
“Me? Don’t worry about me.”
“Well, you’re one to talk. You happen to know my favorite mug.” Noticing your anxious feelings rise, Wanda grabbed your half-finished smoothie and placed it on her coffee table. As you curiously watched her movements, you couldn’t help but think that she would probably call it a tea table instead. Next thing you knew, she pulled the covers up and got into her bed. “Come here,” she said with her arms reaching out to you.
You knew your face had to be as red as the energy Wanda so delicately produced with her hands. You gave in and crawled under the covers. Wanda was lying to your left, closer to you than she had ever been. You felt her warmth as she laid her head on your chest.
“Oh my gosh,” Wanda giggled. “Your heart is beating so fast,” she said gently.
“Sorry,” you said.
Wanda sighed after a moment. “Can we be honest with each other?”
“Always,” you quickly reply.
“Evidently not,” she said jokingly. “You know, I can see you when you look at me that way you do. You have been for a while now.”
Is this really happening?
“Wanda, I-” you paused to take a breath. “You have been so kind to me since I’ve been here. Aside from you, I feel alone here. I-”
“No, no, Nat is your friend too,” Wanda said as she unfortunately removed her head from your shoulder to look at you. Your discontent with the loss of her lying on you instantly melted when you saw her hazel eyes so close to your own.
“Yes, true, but...” you trailed off and looked away from Wanda’s eyes.
“But? But what?” Wanda said, forcing herself into your view.
You caught her gaze again. “But I don’t care about her the way I do with you.”
Wanda’s face instantly softened into a smile. “I care about you too. I’m glad to hear you say it.” She slowly moved a hand to brush your cheek with the back of her fingers. “Y/N, I’ve never known anyone like you. Being with you feels like...” she paused to think and met your eyes again. “It feels like home.”
You couldn’t help but smile. Almost unconsciously, and considerably slowly, you move your hand to hold her face. She leans into your hand the moment it touches her soft skin. A hum escapes from her as she closes her eyes.
“Y/N, I can feel your emotions, you know. They’re far more tangible to me than anyone else’s and... I feel the same way about you, dorogoy.” she lifted her face from your grasp and turned to lightly place a kiss on the base of your palm.
She laid her arms on your chest and placed her chin onto her forearm, her beautiful face centimeters away from your own.
“Oh, kiss me, detka.”
You lean into her, her lips eagerly meeting yours. You can taste the sweetness of her from the smoothie you had all but forgotten about until now. After several moments embracing each other, you break the kiss to look at her once more.
The two of you sit there for a moment, perfectly content to do nothing but look into each other’s eyes.
“Now then, let’s take a nap, hm? You deserve it.” she said. Before you knew it, you were fast asleep with your arm wrapped around her.
You gently awoke to find sun’s brightness had increased exponentially. But the overwhelming light was nothing compared to the sight of the smiling woman you found next to you, gazing lovingly at you.
“How’d you sleep?” Wanda said with a hint of pride in her voice.
“I slept... great,” you were surprised to find yourself saying.
“You didn’t have any bad dreams. I can sense it,” Wanda couldn’t help herself from saying.
“Bad dreams?” You let out a deep exhale and smiled at her. “I don’t think I’ll be having very many bad dreams when I’m next to you, love.”
Wanda grinned and wrapped her arms around your neck. She placed a kiss on the tip of your nose and giggled. “Let’s finish those smoothies.”
Hello, can I request a Wanda x Female Reader? Where R shifts to date Wanda and everything is all fluffy until Wanda asks why R has thoughts about a person that looks like her (Elizabeth O.) but she doesn’t recall ever doing these memories?
Break Up and Break Through
Pairings | Elizabeth Olsen x reader, Wanda Maximoff x reader
Summary | shifting to date the renowned and well loved scarlet witch comes with troubles, when the avenger reads your mind.
Warnings | angst, mention of a breakup,
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Wanda laid upon the well made bed, eating a packet of salt and vinegar crisps as she stared at you. She was waiting for the light to illuminate the room, as she watched you with a soft smile, down on your knees, cleaning the old disc that you had kept all through your youth.
It was one of her favourites too, it was one of the things the pair of your shared. The fact that you knew that she loved Bewitched when she was younger almost scared her for a second, but she realised that she must have let that detail slip in one of your many conversations before the pair of your had gotten this comfortable around one another.
The one thing that she would not allow herself to do around you however, was read your mind. She thought that as pushing boundaries, though, sometimes, the ability could not be helped. The avenger tried her best to respect your privacy, only looming in the corners of your mind when she was worried with how you felt about her.
It was no secret that the public had a formed opinion about her, they simply thought that she was not in control enough to save lives, all because of the ones that she has taken via incarnated accidents. But you, you accepted her just the way she was, and that gave her much comfort. And whilst you were sorting out putting the television on with the chosen agenda of what to watch, Wanda decided to go against her usual promise, and look into your mind.
The aura within it was sweet, and she found everything that she loved about you within the mental realm, however, she didn’t disrupt your own recollection locked away in your mind so that she could envision you in your child, chasing butterflies and sneaking an extra cookie against your parents’ orders, as nice as the character building of you was.
Her aim was to discover the folder that had inclusivity of her, she wanted to gather the thoughts that you had around her, and use them to keep herself content with being who she was. And then, she saw herself, though, she looked a little different. She had dirty blonde hair, and you kept referring to her as ‘LIzzie’.
Never in her life had she wore such a light hair colour, her roots were naturally dark, and had changed to hold a reddish tone as she had gotten older, and staked out during the split of the avengers. But all that ruckus was over now, was it not, or was somebody else creating illusions to trick your mind into seeing her as someone other than the scarlet witch?
It left her in a state of concern, hardly noticing how the beginning credits rolled onto the screen, and you dived quite goofily onto the bed beside her, for all that she could think about was how you had the incorrect image of her in your pretty and confusing mind. This Elizabeth that you harboured memories of was certainly not her, she had had a brother, whom was now deceased all thanks to Ultron, not two twin sisters that had lead her into the lifestyle of being... an actress?
Wanda was pulled from her invasion of your thoughts, as you reached beside her, stuffing it inside of the green chip packet, pulling out a few altered potatoes, and put them mindlessly into your mouth, as your eyes shon towards the screen. And so, the avenger cleared her throat, grabbing the grey remote and pausing the show, so that you would pay her some attention.
“Y/n...” She spoke your name, her accent peeking through as you tentatively listened, your ears perked for her only. “Who is Elizabeth Olsen?” The question was innocent enough, but the way that your eyes went wide was anything but. It had not been something that you had expected, but yo had been caught out, considering that your current, and girlfriend from another reality had the ability to read minds.
It should have been something that you had expected, though, it had been the last thing from your mind, and Wanda reeled that thought through her head as you listened to you mull over your possible answers that would grant her, and perhaps yourself, some clarity on the situation.
“Um, she’s my ex.” You reached your hand back to play with the roots of your hair, as you nervously admitted the fact aloud. It had been hard to let her go, it was stupid, you couldn’t even remember the fight that had caused the pair of you to break up, but in the end, the pair of you had still gone your different ways, and kept distance between you.
The memory had you gulping, there had been tears falling like faucets from your eyes, you had laid in your bed that night, immobile as she packed her things to stay with a friend. You wished that things could have worked out, but instead, you had opted to shift, and find another her, and whilst Wanda was an amazing woman, she wasn’t Lizzie.
Gulping, you registered what to say next, but Wanda placed her finger upon your lips, stopping them from moving. “It’s okay, I understand.” Wanda smiled, shrugging softly. “This isn’t real for you, and when you wake up, this will all be a very realistic dream. And that is fine, but you should go to her as soon as you open your eyes, if there’s another me there, there has to be another you here for me.”
You weren’t sure how to thank her, and so, you relaxed in her arms, and watched Bewitched, until your damned alarm interrupted your vivid senses, and brought you back to your reality, where you were in bed alone, but didn’t want to be. There was only one thing that you could do, and that was throw a pair of shoes onto your feet, caring not to change out of your pyjamas, and rush to your car.
You knew exactly where your destination was, and whilst remaining within the speed limit, you went as fast as you could to said place. When you reached there, you parked your car, and went straight to her new address, rapidly knocking upon the door, feeling urgent to see her.
It took a moment until there was an answer, and when you were met with her green eyes, it was clear that Lizzie was in shock of your presence. “Can I help you?” Her fingers nervously picked at the skin of her arm as she awaited for you to say something, but instead of speaking, you acted.
Reaching your arms forward, you tugged Lizzie closer, pulling her lips down upon your own, like a lovesick fool. “I think you can.” You confirmed, feeling proud that you had listened to Wanda, and done what she had suggested. Lizzie tucked her hair behind her ear as she opened the door further, inviting you inside.
“I’m watching Bewitched, care to join?” Accepting the invite, you entered her new place, looking around for only a second, until Liz tugged you onto the sofa with her, and rested in your arms, the pair of you having missed each other equally.
