"That bitch!"
Wanda jumped, barely saving the cake she had in her hands thanks to her magic. She quickly placed it on the counter and forced a smile as she watched Agnes storm into her kitchen. She doubted the brunette hadn't seen the red threads that came from her hands, but whatever it was that had her annoyed distracted her enough not to mention it.
"What happened?" the redhead asked carefully "is it Y/N again?"
"When is it not Y/N, Wanda?" Agnes rolled her eyes.
The younger woman felt a little awkward for asking, but she kept her smile on her face as she allowed her friend to raid her wine rack. She really didn't know how it had started, or why.
Everything in Westview was supposed to be perfect, so that she and Vision could live their lives happily with each other without worrying about a thing. Sure, she had put Dottie there, but it was simply for the occasional drama she watched on old shows when she was a kid.
However, she did not remember this. A feud between neighbors, sure, in some episode perhaps, but a damn pitched war that devastated everything? Where had that come from?! Wanda had no idea.
The only thing she knew was that for some reason, you and Agnes hated each other's guts. You couldn't see each other on the street without starting to hurl insults that you barely disguised as flirting (but everyone could hear the venom in your voice), it was normal for indecently rude gestures to be thrown at each other, and even sabotage at each other in Dottie's meetings if you had the chance.
It was common knowledge that having you in the same room with Agnes for more than two seconds was an imminent catastrophe, and over time, they had all learned to leave you alone and try not to get caught in the crossfire between you two. But no one had been able to tell Wanda why you hated each other so much.
"It's always been like this" Geraldine had told her, shrugging as Agnes shot you annoyed glances across the street.
It was as if no one knew, as if you had simply woken up one morning and decided that you hated the brunette with everything in you and she had agreed to return the favor. Something had to give in. Even if it was for the sake of her cupboard.
"Agnes" she began cautiously as her friend poured her second glass "why do you hate Y/N so much?"
"Hey! She hates ME, so I hate her back" the brunette defended herself
"But why does she hate you?"
"And what do I know?" Agnes shrugged "probably because I'm prettier and she's jealous."
Wanda laughed, deciding it wasn't worth arguing with her friend, especially when it came to the other's ego and vanity, but something in her mind was bothering her. What if she was losing control? What if she had kept this fake reality for so long that its was strating to become real? What if people were gaining freedom? She wasn't going to get a straight answer from Agnes, so she would have to go to you to try to figure this out.
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"Oh, hello Wanda!" you smiled sweetly as the redhead walked towards you "how are you?"
"Fine, thank you, Y/N" she replied "I don't want to bother you, but, there is something I would like to ask you."
"Sure! I'll do what I can to help you" you assured her.
Wanda smiled gratefully at you, and the doubt in her mind simply grew. She, like everyone in town, knew you for being incredibly kind and helpful, always ready to offer good advice, a helping hand, or comfort to anyone who needed it. For her, it was almost impossible to imagine you hating someone. And yet, your smile turned into an annoyed grimace and you rolled your eyes when she mentioned her friend.
"It's about Agnes" she said softly.
"What did that hateful woman do now?" you asked with annoyance
"N-nothing...I think" she responded quickly "it's just...I just want to know why you seem to hate her so much"
You looked at the redhead in front of you carefully. She looked as firm and confident as ever, but in her eyes you could see that she was actually upset, almost desperate. You assumed that your fights with Agnes were disrupting her happy married life, especially since you were aware of the brunette breaking into her house to complain about you whenever she could.
"I don't hate her" you said, deciding that you could be a little compassionate toward her "I just resent her presence."
"That...isn't that the same as hating her?"
"No" you replied "I mean, I don't wish her harm or want her to die, that would be hating her, but I don't want her around me. That damn woman is capricious and spoiled and somehow she always gets what she wants. It's annoying."
"I know Agnes can be... difficult" Wanda conceded to you "but she's a good person, maybe you guys just need to get to know each other better"
"oh believe me" you laughed softly "I know her very well, better than anyone"
You winked and smiled before turning around and continuing on your way as if nothing had happened, leaving the redhead with more questions than answers and, if the suddenly cold air around you was any indicator, even greater desperation.
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"You're a bitch"
"You love me for that"
Agatha laughed heartily as she watched you pace around the kitchen, throwing ingredients into the pan as you smiled at her over your shoulder. Ever since you guys came to Westview to steal the chaos magic, the witch had to admit that your plan to have fun in the process made every day solving Wanda's problems worth it.
"How long do you think it will take for her to break?"
"I don't know, she seemed pretty lost this afternoon" you shrugged "although that might be because you're running out of her wine supply" you smirked.
"I have to charge something for all the help I give her" Agatha joked.
"I'm sure" you laughed.
The brunette looked at you in silence for a while longer, waiting until you finished making dinner and turned off the stove before walking over to you and hugging you from behind. She placed a soft kiss on your neck as you leaned against her and you could feel the smile growing on her face.
"So I'm a bloody capricious and spoiled woman, huh darling?" she whispered
"You know well that you are the most capricious and spoiled being in the world, Aggs" you laughed.
"And you are the rudest, most terrible person" she pouted "you fight with me when all I do is love you. But I shouldn't be surprised, it's always been like this"
"It's called marriage, honey" you smiled
