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"do i wanna know?"

WANDA MAXIMOFF X READER
» in which your 4 year relationship with the scarlet witch comes to a speeding halt as she caught you in a one-night-stand with another woman.
» in the morning you insisted that it meant nothing, you hardly even remembered what the other woman looked like, let alone her name. Wanda was still the only woman for you.

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Wanda was devoid of all emotion, yet she was teeming with it at the same time. She was tired, her eyes were dark, and her body was achy but she couldn't sleep.

She was slumped on the couch on her floor of the tower, she was wearing a tight and short black dress. Wanda had been clubbing in hopes to find someone new, even though she knew she wouldn't.

It's been months since she's lost you and its been a living hell for her.

She swished the brandy in her cup around and the only sound in the room was the pattering of the rain outside and the ice cubes as they clinked against the glass. She brought the glass to her lips and swallowed the remainder of the alcohol, embracing the short buzz that then worked to depress her systems.

She wanted to move on, so badly. She wanted to hate you, to despise you for what you did to her, but she knew that she never could. Hell, right after the event she went searching through your mind to find any possible explanation to why you would cheat on her, but all of your words checked out. You didn't even know the other woman's name and all she sensed was overwhelming guilt and love from you.

crawlin' back to you
ever thought of calling when you've had a few?
cause i always do

You had her wrapped around your finger and you didn't even know it. Wanda knew that she was the only woman that you loved but she couldn't look at you without seeing that other woman's hands all over you, and you allowing it.

She held the empty glass by the rims with the tips of her fingers, her hand stretched over the armrest of the couch.

Wanda looked to her phone that was sitting on the clear coffee table in front of her, along with trash, random clutter, and an bottle of red wine ready to be opened whenever she needed it next.

She craved your voice, your touch, your love. She wanted to call you so badly, cry to you that she's sorry and she should have believed you. As she stared at the phone she ever wondered if you do the same, if you ever think about calling her and apologizing.

She gets like this every time she goes out and gets wasted, which has been happening more and more lately, in attempt to drown her feelings.

maybe im too
busy being yours to fall for somebody new

Wanda found someone tonight, she was gorgeous and she had gorgeous hair that reminded her of yours. She danced with her, and drank with her, but at the end of the night she had to break it off. Every quality that she loved about her, was one that she loved about you.

By now she's thought it through, she'll always be crawling back to you.

Often times when Wanda sits alone with a drink in her hand, nights like these. She wonders if this feeling flows both ways. Is she the only one dying over the love that's lost between the two of you? Is the love even lost at all?

Wanda's hair swept to the side as Pietro sped into the room. He stayed quiet as he absorbed the sight in front of him, that had been nearly the same for the past months.

"Sister," he mumbled quietly, unsure of what else to say that he hasn't already.

Wanda kept her gaze on the rain pattering against the windows outside.