Very random stories with Lizzie or Wanda as the main love interest, but there will be twists and turns with different cameos. 😉 🤷🏼♀️
I won't spend much time writing them out, so sorry in advance if the stories are a little all over the place. 😅...
Wanda hadn't slept. Not really. Every time she closed her eyes, her thoughts dragged her back, drowning her in memories and emotions she had no defense against.
How was she supposed to survive this?
She couldn't keep doing this—skirting around Y/N like a ghost, pretending the past didn't haunt every step she took. She could feel the tension crackling in the air, making the compound feel smaller, and suffocating.
So, she would talk to her. She had to.
She would make things clear.
Because Wanda was not going back to Y/N. She was happy. She had moved on.
Just like Y/N had told her to.
But the words felt hollow, empty in her mind, as if saying them enough times would somehow make them true.
And when the moments came—when Y/N was close enough that Wanda could just reach out and say something—she hesitated. Her resolve crumbled, and instead of facing her, she found herself lingering in the shadows, watching.
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She looked lighter, freer. She laughed more, even if only in fleeting moments. She wasn't weighed down by ghosts.
And Wanda was happy for Y/N, truly. Y/N seemed to have found something beyond pain that she had carried for all her life.
But all Wanda could feel was the slow, suffocating squeeze of regret.
Because she wasn't the reason for Y/N's happiness anymore.
And G'iah.
The way Y/N looked at her. The ease in the way they moved together, the comfort, the familiarity.
And G'iah's feelings—God, Wanda could feel them.So strong. So undeniable.
It made Wanda sick. Not just because G'iah wanted Y/N.
But because maybe Y/N was starting to want her back. There was something there, something deeper than just companionship, but also something that was still uncertain, something still forming.
Wanda hated the way her heart splintered over it.
She shouldn't feel like this. She shouldn't feel like she was the one being left behind.
Because Y/N was the one who left. Y/N was the one who walked away, who made the choice for both of them.
So why did it feel like Wanda was the one drowning all over again? Why did it feel like she was the one left in agony after a year of being happy with Vision?
No.
She refused to let herself fall back into this cycle. She would not.
Y/N made her choice. And Wanda?
She was going to stand her ground—no matter how much it hurt.
