Me and Wanda have been going at this dating thing for a few months now.
Each morning, she welcomes me as I apporach the bottom of the stairs, as I make my way over to the kettle.
"Good morning Y/N," she chirriped.
"Good morning Pietro," she mumbed.
I let the kettle boil, then knelt down to open the fridge.
There's no more fucking milk.
I blame Wanda.
After all, she made me forget to bring milk home.
I wasn't running into anyone else life-changing no, no, no.
"Wanda, we need milk."
YOU ARE READING
My heart beats for you.
FanfictionWandaxreader fanfic quite sad. also may I reccomend the film 'last christmas' this came to me on a whim so i was like ok, lets do this i guess. *BISEXUAL LOVE INTEREST!*
