rodrikstark's headcanons (part 1)

w. maximoff + baking cupcakes

you and wanda have always been a well-oiled machine.

the two of you weave around each in the kitchen effortlessly, you weighing out ingredients while wanda uses her powers (and hands) to tip them into mixing bowls, sift flour, and move things in and out of the oven.

today, you eagerly await your favorite part: as soon as everything has cooled off, you and wanda liked to sit at the counter together, different colored piping bags everywhere as you frosted delicate flowers and listened to music.

you spin and let out a little squeal when your forehead connects with a floating cupcake tin, raw batter spilling all over your front.

wanda's jaw drops. "oh my god, baby, are you okay—?"

you laugh at yourself, feeling the goop seep into your clothes. "i'm fine."

wanda summons every napkin in the kitchen to wipe at your clothes, but you focus on her as she approaches you with a soft cotton towel, brushing delicately across your collarbone. "i'm so sorry."

you gather a little batter on your shirt and swipe it across wanda's cheek. "all good." you press a quick kiss there. "thank you. you're so sweet."