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Hello, guys! The book signing event will be moved to another date due to venue issues. And unfortunately, I cannot attend because of prior commitments. :( I'm still grateful to those who have supported me throughout. Thank you so much! ❤

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MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL OF YOU!!! MAY THIS WONDERFUL HOLIDAY SEASON FILL YOUR HOME WITH LOVE AND JOY! 🥰🎉🎉🎄❤😘🥳

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one day

Summary : Just a short fluff.

The scary thing about falling in love — it had a funny way of sneaking up behind your back when you least expected it. It would claw its way into your heart, build a fort there, take a big portion of space, and probably, either if you're lucky or unlucky, would stay there forever.

At least that's what Wanda felt when she first saw you.

It started when you and your family moved into the house just next to them. It was a rainy Sunday afternoon. Wanda and her twin brother, Pietro, were just fourteen years old. She could tell you were around the same age as well.

You were totally drenched as you helped your parents drag stuff after stuff into your new home.

"Y/n/n, hurry, you're going to be sick!" your mother called out from your doorstep.

Y/n/n. Y/n/n. Wanda could immediately tell your nickname suited you.

You wore a simple white shirt with a colorful rainbow printed on the back, making Wanda wonder about something. You laughed at your mother's scoldings as you carried in your arms a baseball bat, a cassette player and what seemed to be a huge telescope.

What struck Wanda speechless was the way you looked different. And there's something about your smile as you smiled back at your mother that made Wanda's heart skip a beat.

The word beautiful wasn't always in Wanda's vocabulary until that day. It was as if everything else seemed ugly and dull in comparison to you.

You had Y/e/c eyes and y/h/c hair tied in a bun. She immediately imagined how it would look like without the hairtie, how it would feel in her hands when she would thread her fingers through it. She wondered if you'd be okay with her brushing or caressing your hair until you fell asleep.

Wanda didn't even realize she was staring until Pietro made a comment about a drool he saw on her lips. He ended up with a small bruise on his arm that day from Wanda's punch.

Later that night, Wanda didn't even expect they'd have visitors as she came running down the stairs for dinner. But when she immediately saw your face, she stopped on her tracks. Frozen.

It turned out their ever kind and hospitable mother invited the new neighbors for a dinner. A sort of welcoming present.

Wanda's eyes went to send daggers towards a snickering Pietro, immediately knowing he was the one who suggested the dinner this time.

When your mother introduced yourselves to each other, Wanda couldn't stop repeating your full name inside her head, swearing she could have said your name out loud.

Wanda acted different that evening, not when she was seated next to you. She could even pass as stupid, when you asked for the bowl of mashed potatoes near hers yet she gave you her own plate instead.

Before she slept that night, Wanda made a comment to her brother about something weird with the food and what it was doing to her stomach.

It took her a moment to realize that the weird thing she felt inside her were butterflies fluttering all along.

Of course, you'd go to the same school she and her brother went to. It was the nearest one in the neighborhood. Wanda and Pietro rode their bicycles to get there every morning.

Wanda tried to avoid interacting with you, not because you were too pretty for her liking, but because she didn't want you to know how she was treated in the school, or at least by the evil classmates that she had, Natasha, Yelena and Maria. From how thick they put their makeups on, they could be mistaken as seniors.

"Oh, it's the witch again," Natasha sneered the moment Wanda entered the classroom. The joke made everyone laugh. Well, everyone except you.

When your eyes met, Wanda wanted to just run away and disappear from shame and everything. But she had to attend the class or she'd fail that year.

"Beware of her, Y/n/n," Yelena added as Wanda made her way to her seat. "She'd put a curse on you when you say something bad about her."

Wanda tried not to listen. She had grown immune to all the teasings about her.

It started when she went as a witch for a Halloween event back in grade school. Every girl that time were either a princess or a fairy. She was the only one who wore differently. And it wasn't even the beautiful sexy kind of witch, but the one with the green face and pointed nose.

Her brother was unscathed. But of course, he was a boy. Of course, he'd be safe. Unlike her, he was popular with kids. If it weren't for Pietro, she'd be bullied physically by her peers and not just with words.

"That's okay. I love witches," you said back with a smile, making Wanda turn her head towards you.

That must have been the first moment she fell in love with you.

You were different as years passed by. You talked to Wanda as if she wasn't weird. You even biked to school together with her and Pietro. You excelled both academically and in sports, making you popular in just a short time. But what made you more popular that Wanda would hear your name whispered in the school's comfort room or even the library was how you only liked girls.

That made Wanda wonder if all your lingering looks at her she swore she saw meant something. The electric touches. The awkward stutterings whenever you two were left alone by Pietro in their house some days you three decided to watch a horror movie together. And mostly, the way you'd come to her rescue like her knight in shining armor whenever the evil three were present and bullying her.

But she knew she wouldn't ask you out. She wouldn't risk losing your friendship. Especially when she revealed to you that she liked girls too after some guy named Vision asked her as dance partner in your junior prom and she declined, making you ask her why.

For years, Wanda stayed on the sidelines as she watched girl after girl threw themselves at you. She had gotten used to it, how you return their advances yet not too far as meeting their suspecting kisses. She thought her feelings were gone until you finally went out with a senior and dated her for a good couple of months. That must have been Wanda's first heartbreak.

Yet she didn't know she could be any happier than what she felt when news of your breakup spread out so fast.

But Wanda still didn't make a move.

Until it was senior prom. Wanda wasn't looking forward to attend it at all.

"But sis, it's our last year," Pietro insisted. "We wouldn't get to do this when we finally head to college."

"Come on, Piet," Wanda replied, turning the page of the book she was reading. "It's not like I'd miss anything special. Besides, I don't even have a dress and prom's two days away."

Pietro sighed. "You know Mom could always make a way for you when you just asked for it."

"Ask for what? What did I miss?" Your voice made itself known, making Wanda tear her glance away from the book to look at you as you entered then sat on the floor beside Wanda's bed.

"Wanda's not attending prom," Pietro confided, making Wanda threw the nearest pillow at him.

"What?" you asked, then you looked at Wanda. "But it's our last year, Wands. You wouldn't want to miss it."

As much as she'd miss hearing you call her name like that, she'd rather stay at home than watch dancers on the dance floor while she'd be left alone on the bleachers.

"That's what I was trying to tell her," Pietro said as he made his way out the door. "Now I have a party to attend to. And you," he pointed at you, "have a lot of convincing to do."

Then you and Wanda were left alone.

"I know what you're going to say," Wanda muttered as she opened back her book. "And my word is final. I'm not going to attend the prom when those cruel stepsisters of Cinderella are present."

You softly chuckled as you stood. Then you made your way to her cassette player where a cassette tape that you made and gave her last Christmas was already inserted inside. You smiled as you hit the play button.

Wanda's favorite song began playing. She had listened to that song on repeat for days now.

You walked towards where she was sitting then held out your hand.

"Can I have this dance, then?" you said with conviction.

"W-What?"

You smiled. "Would you do me the honors of being your first prom partner?"

It rendered Wanda speechless.

"C'mon, no evil stepsisters are invited in this room," you added.

She softly giggled as she finally got off the bed and took your hand.

It was the dance of her lifetime, nothing comparable to any prom there was in the world. You and Wanda danced and danced for what must have been an hour.

When a slow song came into the background, Wanda swore the tension thickening when she caught you staring at her lips and almost leaning closer towards her. She could even feel the wonderful warmth exuding from your body as you both pressed against each other.

Wanda swore that could have been her first kiss. But Pietro suddenly entered the room, complaining how the party ended so quick.

When you finally had the courage to ask Wanda out, she felt like she had grown wings and she could fly. It was as if you had finally heard her whispered prayers and opened your eyes to see her — the one who will willingly love you until her dying breath.

In a sea of people, you were the most gentleman and sweetest person she had ever known. You took her to see the movies. Then afterwards, you brought her to your backyard where a candle-lit dinner was prepared. You both watched the stars that night. And Wanda had a chance to see how huge the craters were on the moon through your telescope.

Wanda couldn't forget her first kiss with you.

It happened when you two were baking cookies for the school's charity event. She didn't even know she had chocolate left on the corner of her lips from having to taste test the first batch. All she could remember was how you nonchalantly wiped the thing off her mouth with your thumb after which you sucked it clean.

You let out a small moan, too soft she thought she was only imagining. You had no idea, of course. Completely unaware that two darkened eyes followed the tip of your thumb as you took it off your mouth. Not seeing how Wanda was biting her lower lip from said action, stopping herself from doing anything stupid. You were totally oblivious of the effect you had on her.

And Wanda couldn't control herself anymore as she pressed her lips on yours. It seemed as if time stopped as she pulled away and watched your surprised state. And when apology was already on the tip of her tongue, you pulled her back and kissed her. You kissed her the way she deserved to be kissed.

Wanda learned how soft your lips were that day. And how perfect yours and hers fit against each other as you made out all afternoon. How she learned that tongues had the most amazing muscle in the world.

For which she had concluded later on.

"Y/n/n," Wanda moaned one night with your head between her legs. It was when you and Wanda stayed in a hotel as you headed to visit the University you both were planning to attend. Pietro was just in the other room.

"Please don't stop, please don't stop..." Wanda held your head, grinding herself shamelessly against your face. You had no plan on stopping anyway after you made her come for the nth time that night. At least, Pietro's scoldings the following day about how he wasn't able to sleep well from all the noise were all worth it.

Years later and it was still Pietro's complaints when he and his family decided to spend the holidays with yours. To be completely honest, Wanda expected you and her would be alone when Pietro offered to take your twins to go sledding and not even five minutes after they had left the driveway, you and Wanda were shedding all of your clothes off in haste, hungry mouths drinking each other.

"Hey," Pietro called, snapping his fingers in front of Wanda. "I can see the drool all over your mouth."

Wanda blinked, her hand instinctively went to wipe what wasn't there. When she saw Pietro holding his laugh, her hand curled into a fist as she punched his arm.

"Ow! That hurt!"

"Well, you deserved it!"

Pietro complained as he massaged his arm, "Well, it's also not my fault you're ogling your eyes at our new neighbor."

"Ogling? I wasn't ogling—"

When Wanda attempted to go closer towards her brother, Pietro immediately ran out of her bedroom, screaming for help.

Wanda shut her bedroom door with a loud thud as her eyes went back outside her window. You were still standing, drenched in the rain, as you waited for your father to untie more boxes you'd be carrying inside.

She knew then from that moment on, you'd be important in her life. And she was going to make you hers one day, even when it would probably take her years.

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[loggiepj]

Hi :)

I just read that you have published "Her brothers murdere" and im so happy for you🥳 i would have loved to buy it but I don't live in the Philippines so sadly i can't but I can't wait till you re-upload it again cause it's 1 of my all time fav stories.

Have an amazing day/night

It's okay, still thank you so much for your continued support and for still reading my stories. ❤ 🥺

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Hello to all the readers and fellow writers out there!

I have an important announcement to make. I can't believe this is really happening. Ahhhhh!!!! 😭😭😭😭

My story Her Brother's Murderer is going to be published into a book! 😭😭😭😭

I still couldn't believe I'd get this opportunity. I submitted sample chapters of my Wanda-inspired fanfic to PaperInk Publishing House (a local publishing company in the Philippines) last year and it passed their review.

For those of you who have noticed it missing from my Wattpad and Ao3 account, it was because I was editing it accordingly per my publisher's suggestion. It will be re-published at a later date.

Thank you so much for still taking an interest in my works.

I've always wanted to be a writer. It has been my dream ever since I was a kid. I remembered my 6th grade teacher laughing at me for my Science Investigatory Project that I turned into a Creative Writing. 😅 (I was grateful she gave me passing grades for the effort).

But I couldn't have done this without you guys. I couldn't express enough how grateful I am that you read my stories, that I made you smile or laugh or cry or angry 😅. Your sweet messages and comments truly made me inspired and want to write more and more. 🥺🥺🥺😭❤

Thank you so much to all of you! 🥺🥺🥺❤

If you're living in the Philippines and want to support me, this is now ready for Pre-Order from PaperInk Publishing House (Nov. 05, 2023 to Dec. 05, 2023). Once ordered, it will arrive in 4-5 months.

Again, thank you so much! I really really love you guys and I love writing for you! 🥺❤

For more details, please see original post from PaperInk Publishing House (Link in my Bio because I can't seem to paste it here)

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Hi :)

Just wanted to tell you that "the girl next door" is one of my all time fav stories and I re-read it alot cause I think it's absolutely incredible.

Have an amazing day/night

Hello there 😊 I loved writing it too. I love everything about Wanda tbh 😅. Thank you so much for taking the time to read it and even re-read it. I really appreciate this so much 🥺❤

[loggiepj]

My deepest condolences. I also lost a loved one just a year ago and it still feels like it was just yesterday. Grief has no timeline. WandaVision actually helped me a lot in dealing with my grief. The scene where Wanda and Vision were talking about Pietro in her old Avengers room truly resonated with me.

Wanda: It's just like this wave washing over me again and again. It knocks me down and when I try to stand up, it just comes for me again. And I can't. It's gonna drown me.

I feel exactly how Wanda phrased this even up to this very day.

Vision: Because it can't be all sorrow, can it? I've always been alone so I don't feel the lack. It's all I've ever known. I've never experienced loss because I've never had a loved one to lose. What is grief, if not love persevering?

Vision was right. Grief is love that continues to grow even if our loved one is already done. It’s such a beautiful way to describe it and i’ll always respect and adore the WandaVision writers for giving us this specific scene alone.

So, pls, just take your time. I’ve always been a huge fan of your work. I adore and love every stories you posted. We’ll be here when you’re ready and have the energy to write again. Sending you all my love 🫶

I'm sorry for your loss. Thank you so much for this. Sometimes, I still find myself staring into space reminiscing about the past and the happy times we spent together, making me cry. Grief really has no timeline. Thank you so much. Sending you love too. 🥺🥺🥺❤

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any updates from the lady in the record store? 🥹

ps. i really love your writing style, it makes me feel somewhat alive 🫶

Thank you for this 🥺🥺🥺, unfortunately, I'm still trying to determine how to continue that story though 🥺

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Hi, have you deleted "Her brothers murdere" from wattpad? (If i wrote the name wrong then it's because i can't fully remember what it was called and also If it wasn't you who wrote it then I apologize for asking)

It's okay. I'm so sorry for unpublishing it. But I didn't delete it. I'll be editing the fanfic before re-publishing it. I will be posting an announcement about this later. 🥺🥺🥺❤

[loggiepj]

Hi, have you unpublished "my brothers murdere" on wattpad?

I'm so sorry. I'll be editing the fanfic before re-publishing it. I will be posting an announcement about this later. 🥺🥺🥺❤

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she broke her own heart

Summary : Just a short story about how Wanda broke her own heart.

You didn't cheat.

You learned at a young age that when you loved someone, you should be solely and  deeply committed to that person. You were strongly against any sort of betrayal.

You hated your father for that. You thanked the heavens he got sick with something close to cancer because you knew he deserved it. But you hated him more for making your mother miserable who still took care of your father after he got sick most of the time. You pitied your mother. She shouldn't have to live that way, especially when she was the one cheated on. But she loved your father still.

That was why you had cursed him and swore to yourself you wouldn't ever do what he did to your mother.

You couldn't handle the guilt if ever you'd commit such a cruel act, wondering how some people could ever do such in the first place. Even some of your friends have cheated or have been cheated on. It made you sick to the stomach just to think of it.

You couldn't ever ever cheat and wouldn't attempt to in your lifetime.

You didn't cheat.

That was what you were trying to tell your girlfriend of four years when she caught you with a naked woman in your apartment.

Wanda. Sweet, innocent, ever kind Wanda. With red hair and green eyes, she'd part the crowd like the Red sea whenever she entered a room.

You met her during your last year in College and dated ever since. It was a funny encounter — an enemies turned into lovers type of story. It was when Wanda accused you of being the other girlfriend of your now ex-bestfriend, Vision.

It took her a whole month to figure out you were gay when you both got drunk and made out in your dorm. It only took her five seconds of your tongue in her mouth to find out she liked girls too.

You and Wanda had been inseparable since. The relationship grew more intense, making you both commit yourselves to each other. Your friends became her friends. Her friends became yours.

You considered yourself so lucky for having her in your life. Wanda was always there through your ups and downs. And you were also there for hers.

So why would you cheat on her? How could you ever cheat on her?

You didn't cheat. But Wanda didn't believe you.

Wanda witnessed it front row.

It was a normal Thursday afternoon, or at least it was supposed to be normal, when Natasha, your bestfriend, dropped by your apartment, carrying with her her bag of art supplies, a blank canvass and a lady wearing high heels who looked like ten years older than the two of you.

It was honestly your fault in the first place. You were too nice to deny Natasha a place to do her painting when she was kicked out of hers. But you were also too late to realize it was going to be a nude work when the lady suddenly took off all of her clothes, leaving only her red stilettos on.

Amidst your complaints about how Wanda wouldn't approve of such a thing if she only knew, Natasha had managed to persuade you that it would only take her an hour to finish.

But bad things were meant to happen.

If only you allowed Natasha to use the toilet when she needed to relieve herself earlier, you wouldn't have to wait for a couple of minutes for her to come back when she immediately headed towards the toilet the moment she had finished the painting.

You wouldn't have to endure an awkward moment alone with the lady as she slowly dressed herself. You wouldn't have slipped on Natasha's paintbrush that she left on the floor in a hurry and tackled with the lady as you both fell down on the floor.

And Wanda wouldn't have seen you two in a weirdly sexual position in the apartment that you and Wanda shared.

No. Wanda didn't believe you. She saw it with her own two eyes.

"It's not what you think it is," you told her. Yet, you couldn't move. You found yourself frozen, million of things running inside your head, reasons why you were suddenly on top of this half naked stranger.

Wanda scoffed, then bit back a cry as she said, "I thought you were different. I was wrong."

When Wanda hurriedly left the apartment, a switch turned on in yourself, making you finally move from your spot.

"What did I miss?" was what you thought you heard Natasha ask in a distance when she finally came out of the toilet. But you were too focused to follow Wanda out of the building and into the parking lot.

"Wanda!" you called out, knocking the windows of her car as you tried to get in. "It was not what it looked like. I swear!"

Then you made a run towards her side of the car because the passenger's side was locked.

"Wanda, please!" You were hysterical. Especially when you saw how red and defeated Wanda's eyes looked like. As if she had accepted her fate. That you were a cheater, just like her ex boyfriend.

"I didn't! We didn't—" A sudden honk made you jump away from the car before Wanda stepped on the pedal and drove fast. Away. Far from you.

You tried to run for it. But after a couple of blocks, you ran out of air to breathe.

Endless visits in Pietro's apartment became your routine. You knew Wanda was staying at her brother's place. You saw her car parked outside. But Wanda wouldn't give you the time or the ear to listen.

Wanda's friends became your enemies, despising you for betraying their friend. You could talk them through it, made them believe you didn't do what they thought you did. But you only cared for Wanda to believe you.

Pietro almost didn't believe you until Natasha talked to him.

"Give it time, Y/n," Pietro always said to you whenever you dropped by. "You know how she feels about cheating. Maybe tomorrow, she'd finally listen to you."

So you hoped and hoped that tomorrow will come. That one day she'd finally hear you out and your valid excuse.

But that day turned only into weeks. And weeks turned into a month. And a month turned into two. Until you couldn't bear it any longer and visited Wanda in her office.

Amidst the protests from Wanda's secretary, saying she was in a meeting, you still managed to get to her office.

Wanda wasn't alone. She was with her officemate who was also her friend, Jarvis. A friend who had become surprisingly close after your so-called breakup.

You were out of breath. Not because the secretary was so fast in trying to get you, but because you swore you saw Jarvis' arm around Wanda's shoulders just a second ago, and how their faces were so close to each other, it almost looked like they were kissing or something.

"Y/n, what are you doing here? How did you get in?" Wanda bitterly asked. You could tell she was still mad about what she thought you did.

"I'm sorry, Ma'am." Her secretary bumped into your back as she managed to catch up. "I tried to stop her—"

"It's okay. I trust it Y/n doesn't need help to exit this building as well," Wanda replied.

"You didn't answer to any of my calls or messages," you began. "If you could only hear me out just this once. Natasha brought—"

"I don't think we have formally met," Jarvis interrupted as he walked towards you, his hand held out for you to shake. "I'm Jarvis Stark, the CEO of Stark Industries, along with my brother Tony. And. . .," he made a look towards Wanda before he looked back at you, "Wanda's boyfriend."

You laughed. It was a slow chuckle at first, before you burst into a loud laughter.

"I see," you said, ignoring Jarvis' hand as you made your way towards Wanda. "You don't have to do this. Pretending he's your boyfriend when months ago, you despise the hell out of him."

Wanda stepped back. "You don't know me, Y/n. Maybe, I do want him after all."

"Wands—"

"Besides the fact that at least he wants me unlike you."

"You know that's not true—"

"Tell me, Y/n, was she really that good in bed? Good enough to throw all those years away?!"

"Wands." You tried to step a bit closer, arms extending for a hug.

"Stay away from me!" Wanda screamed, making Jarvis drag you away from her. You pulled out from his grasp as you stared at Wanda. She looked like a mess, but you couldn't really blame her if she had gone through a heartbreak.

After all, she was the one who broke her own heart.

"Don't make me call security," Jarvis warned.

You took a deep breath before you finally left.

You would have come back the following day. Or the day after that. If only you didn't get sick.

You would have visited Pietro's apartment the next day if you didn't just collapse on your way to work that day.

You thought it was just fatigue, what with the restless nights you had spent trying to win Wanda back. But you were wrong.

It turned out you were cursed with your father's illness too.

That was why you were drinking in a bar on a Tuesday afternoon, even when the sun was still up. If Natasha weren't there to get you to go home, you would have ended in God knows where.

"I don't deserve her," you softly murmured when Natasha had managed to get you in her car. "I don't deserve Wanda."

"Hey, don't say that."

"She's in good hands now. He'll be good to her. Promise me, Nat, you'll look after her."

Natasha cupped your face. "She just needs time, Y/n. She'll come back. I promise you that."

But time was something you had until now. Until you finally received the medical report from your doctor, telling you that you'd end up paralyzed one day. Just like your father.

And you couldn't do that to Wanda — making her take care of you as you both grew old. No. You couldn't do that to her. You were not your father.

Even when she finally realized that you didn't really cheat. Even when she would finally talk to you and accept you back into her arms. Even when Wanda made it known that Jarvis and her weren't at all true and she was just angry at that time.

Even when she finally came to Natasha's party after countless invitations in the past months, knowing you were there too. Even then.

You knew now you're not your father. You wouldn't cheat. And you couldn't make her give up her dreams just to take care of you.

So when yours and Wanda's eyes met at the party, with her talking to some of your friends, and you drinking from a distance, you knew you had to finally let her go.

"I cheated," you said when Wanda came to follow you in the balcony. "I had intentions that day to kiss her and more."

Wanda shook her head. "You're lying." Even her voice was trembling.

"It's true. The only lie I ever told you was to make you believe I didn't do it, that I didn't cheat. But I . . . I want to come clean, Wanda," you went on. "I'm sorry I led you on, I'm sorry. I slept with her that night. And on the following nights too—"

Wanda snapped, her hand hitting your left cheek with a force. The sound echoed through the night. That hurt. But your heart was already hurting.

"Why can't I be enough, Y/n?" Wanda finally asked after a couple of seconds of complete silence.

Then you looked at her, saddened that she didn't realize how perfectly enough she was to anyone.

You wanted so badly to tell her she was enough. That you were even lucky she was talking to you. That it was you who couldn't be enough for her.

But you stopped yourself. You had to let her go.

"Don't you ever let me see your face again," she said, gritting her teeth, before she left.

And that was the only thing you could promise Wanda from that moment on.

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[loggiepj]

Hey I saw that you lost someone and I’m so sorry to hear that. I lost my dog a few weeks ago and am in the same boat of grief. Sending love to you

I really appreciate this warm message. And thank you so much for reading my stories. I'm also sorry for your loss. 🥺🥺🥺❤

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What’s your a03 and Wattpad account name

It's under the same name "loggiepj" 😊❤

[loggiepj]

It’s okkkkk take your time to write I am not desperate (I severely am, I come to your blog everyday)

Really take your time

Thank you so much 🥺🥺🥺😊❤

[loggiepj]

Do you have any updates for forbidden and untilted wanda story?

Hello there. I appreciate you taking your time to read them. I have finished the Untitled Wanda short story. You can find the latest chapters in my Masterlist.

As for the Forbidden one, this is still ongoing. But hopefully, I'll be able to post more soon. 😊❤

[loggiepj]

Hellooo are you going to continue writing? I love your fics and also I also ask for a second pet of bullets and blades 🙌😊😊

Thank you for reading my stories. Yes, I'll continue to write more stories soon. Sadly though, I won't be making part 2 of the Bullets and Blades story. But I'm glad you liked it. 😊❤

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UNTITLED WANDA SHORT STORY

Part 14 | Part 15

Wanda looks at you as you sleep peacefully on her bed. Tommy and Billy are already sleeping in the other bedroom.

Wanda: (whispers as she strokes your hair) I love you.

You smile with your eyes still closed and murmurs it back to her. Then you ask what time it is.

W: You don't have to go back.

You: (sighs before opening your eyes then kissing her lips) I have to. They're going to be mad at me.

They.

Wanda knows who you are referring to. And she knows why you can't stay. So she kisses you madly and you kiss her back.

You make love with her for a couple more hours before you hear noises downstairs signalling the boys are awake.

Wanda hugs you tight, afraid to let you go but she knows she has to.

W: I'm so sorry, Y/n. I'm so sorry.

She cries.

Y: Hey, it's okay.

W: When will you come back?

You don't answer her.

You can only smile sadly as if you have accepted your fate.

Then you leave the house before the twins find you.

But the boys always notice.

Billy: When's mom coming back?

And Wanda can't answer, tears slipping from her eyes as she can only hug the twins before her and not answer back.

For she doesn't know if your next variant will stay longer than a week, a day or even an hour.

And she knows once your variant leaves, they can never go back to her.

Later that month, when the boys are finally asleep, Wanda stays in the living room, as always, every night, waiting for the clock to strike at midnight.

And when it does, she closes her eyes and wishes she'll get a knock on the door. If she's lucky, she'll get her knock.

But she has been unlucky these past days. Waiting for a knock that doesn't come.

Until a minute later when Wanda has almost lost her hope.

She must have leaped unto her feet as she heads to the door, opening it with haste.

You: Hey.

Wanda only stares at you, mesmerized by how beautiful you are. In every universe.

Y: Sorry. I know this is strange. And you might not know me, but we-"

W: Please come in. It's cold outside.

You hesitate yet you step inside.

W: From what universe are you?

You stop stuttering.

Y: You knew?

Wanda only smiles as she gets you a cup of water.

Then you look around until your eyes land on top of the fireplace where a picture of the twins are present.

Y: Cute kids.

Wanda almost drops the glass before putting it on the counter.

Y: How many times do my other variants visit this place?

W: You would be the fifty seventh Y/n that has visited me.

You swallow a lump nervously.

Wanda smiles as she looks at the picture frame.

W: The twentieth you gave me two beautiful boys.

You follow her gaze and connect the dots.

Y: I'm sorry. I. . . I didn't expect this to be-. . . I didn't mean to break any rules, Wanda. I only meant to. . .

Wanda steps towards you.

W: You only want me to see you.

You look at her frightened, expecting her to throw you out of the house. Except, she caresses your face, brushing a strand of your hair over your ear delicately.

W: (cups your face) You want a version of me who loves you.

Y: (speaks in a small voice) My. . . Your variant in my universe despises me.

Wanda chuckles sadly with small tears in her eyes.

W: She will regret it someday. She will be sorry for taking you for granted. And one day, for each and every night, she will wait for you to come back knocking on her door.

Then Wanda leans in before kissing you. And when you kiss her back, she wishes you will stay and never leave.

Even when she knows all of your variants do leave. Because that is always yours and Wanda's fate in every universe. In all universe.

THE END

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