#like girl i never doubted you for a second dw 😭

[spacedlexi]

i forgot how weird people get sometimes when you add minnie to clemvi situations :/

#she is NOT a threat to their relationship. she is barely a blip on the radar #shes literally just here to cause problems #vi makes it ABUNDANTLY CLEAR that clem is her top priority she is so disgustingly painfully in love with clem its embarrassing #like girl i never doubted you for a second dw 😭 #but its like people want to see vi hate minnie.. like they cant grasp that shes moved on without her saying she hates her or smth #all the conflicting feelings are just so narratively juicy :) some people cant appreciate this it seems #and then theyll use it as an excuse to say clemvi sucks like okay everybody pack it up #people projecting their insecurities perhaps? (i know the answer) #and like even a captured vi who was manipulated into trusting minnie ends up getting her eyes burned out for it #like they both went down there but only vi got hurt?? and separated from minnie? hm interesting #clem fighting her own trauma of trusting the wrong people with vi continuously reassuring her nothings changed she loves her #clem would appreciate that. i definitely think shes fighting jealously demons but is just good at pretending she doesnt care #she makes too many Faces about it for me to think shes casual about the whole thing #but i think after their conversation in the dorms in ep3 clem isnt worried anymore. and vi proves she can trust her again and again #THEY LOVE EACH OTHER SO MUCH theyre disgusting its disgusting :) #minnie isnt a threat to their relationship shes just a threat to their lives :) #twdg #it speaks

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Paris in the rain.

"walking down an empty street, puddles underneath our feet."

pairing; wanda maximoff x fem!reader

warnings; none

sypnosis; wanda's dreams always seemed too far away, but what happens when someone unexpected enters her life, and helps one of them come true?

a/n; hello!! school is kicking my ass. I'm alive and writing dw. hope this fic makes sense lmao yk the drill 😭 yes, the title and fic is inspired by paris in the rain by lauv <3 i suggest u listen to it while u read! also the wanda i had in mind for this fic was probably much like aou!wanda. basically she's exhausted and tired of being hurt, and unsure, and tends to be more reserved, but one thing she slowly becomes sure of is that she would do anything for you.

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@losethetimewqr decided to combat ur angst w fluff. u will never turn me into an angst writer i'm sry <3 @nothoughtsonlynat u r also not excused from the spiderman fic 😋

↳ THE rain was heavy.

If it weren’t for your trusty umbrella, you would’ve been drenched for sure. Shaking your head in a failed attempt to flick the rain drops out, a blot of brown caught your view.

You weren’t alone in this rain after all.

She was there too.

You walked over with caution, not wanting to scare her.

She barely even lifted her head when you were right in front of her. The girl looked small on the sidewalk, clutching her jacket closer around her figure.

“You’re shivering,” you mumbled, as if it weren’t the most obvious thing in the world.

She’s quiet for a minute, before finally speaking, “No shit.”

You didn’t even have to think twice before taking your other umbrella and holding it over her head. Suddenly, the rain didn’t plague her anymore. Wanda reluctantly looked up to catch a glimpse of you.

You were getting soaked. Quickly. But, Wanda’s gaze softened.

Warm and smiley. The background didn’t suit you.

“I can’t just-“

“Yes, you can.”

She looked indignant. You couldn’t care less.

Her fingers grazed yours when she took the umbrella. Ironically, you relaxed when she did, taking off your drenched jacket and draping it over your head as if it could make it any better.

“Let me walk you home,” Wanda is firm in her tone, “It’s the least I can do.”

“I’m perfectly fine with getting soaked in the rain,” you grinned, and Wanda shook her head, “Please.”

You let her in the end, and Wanda felt almost bad for taking you out of your element. With you skipping in puddles, and humming at the same time, Wanda was sure the irony wouldn’t be visible just to her.

“Thank you,” you say, once you reached your home, accompanied with a soggy kiss on the cheek that the brunette found she didn’t mind.

Her fingers tingled all the while too, since your first touch.

She pushed the umbrella onto your chest. Your eyes went wide.

“I forgot to return it to you yesterday.”

Her cheeks were burning. You remember it’s because right after the kiss on the cheek, she ran off.

“No problem,” you said breezily, putting the now dry umbrella into your locker, “So, I was-“

But when you turned around, she was already walking away.

“Wanda!” you shouted, and she turned around, eyebrow raised.

You knew her name.

Running up to her and panting a little, you grinned, “Wanna grab lunch together?”

And Wanda knew it was a stupid crush. She knew she would never have any chance with you, not in a million years.

Her slender fingers tighten around her backpack straps, and she noticed the way you played nervously with the necklace around your neck.

“Sure.”

The old necklace pendant shone in the light, and you knocked on her door.

“Wands?”

She’s at the door a second after hearing your voice.

“Y/n,” she smiled.

You soaked in the whole look. Her hair wild and loose, a slight tilt of her head, wearing nothing but shorts and an oversized shirt. She smelt like cinnamon and sugar, no doubt the result of her constant baking whenever she was stressed out.

You were getting used to seeing her smile, even if it was something she didn’t do often.

“Hey!” you burst into the house, almost tripping the brunette, “Can I come in? Thanks! You know the last episode came out today, right, assuming you remember…I made your favourite food and I thought we could watch it together. Unless you need to study? Then I could just leave, and-“

She stopped you when she leaned in close, your faces inches away from each other.

Your talking died down and you just stared into her stormy eyes, not being able to think straight.

Wanda clicked her tongue impatiently.

“I’m not studying now,” she mentioned promptly, patting your head, “This sounds great. Thank you.”

You touched your head with confusion at her gesture, hastily standing on the couch to watch where she was going.

“I call dibs on the popcorn!” you yelled as she flipped you off while walking to the bathroom.

When she came back, you proceeded to watch the show and eat your food. Wanda complimented your cooking skills, but knowing that she was a master chef (in your eyes. she always denied it), you knew she was taking it easy on you.

“Thank you for this, again,” she mumbled softly, and you nodded, waving at the girl, “Anytime! I’ll see you tomorrow, Maximoff!”

She frowned, grabbing your arm in a rush of sudden adrenaline.

Her movements felt unsure. Sudden.

Her eyes widened for a split second, mirroring your surprise. Letting your arm go like she had touched lava, she mumbled, “Sorry…you just called me by my last name.”

You were confused, “Yes…because that’s what friends do?”

Friends? Wanda thought.

“They do?” she questioned.

You smiled at her, again.

“Bye, Maximoff.”

“Maximoff!”

Wanda wiped her tears away in record time, pushing the forsaken jar to the side.

But you were already in her room by then, peeking and trying to see what she hid, “What was that?”

Wanda huffed dismissively, “Nothing. Mind your business.”

When she saw you deflate a little, she retracted her words, “I mean…knock next time...okay?”

You nodded slowly, and sat down on the bed, swinging your legs. She knew you were still wondering. She tapped her fingers on her thigh, hesitanting.

Sighing, and picking up the jar, she held it up to your line of vision.

“Paris. I wanna be there.”

“And dance in the rain?”

She scrunched her nose at the statement and you giggled.

“Paris in the rain,” you dreamily repeated, “It’ll be ethereal.”

She stayed quiet, pondering your words, “Yes, I imagine it would be.”

Your attention went back to the jar. It was filled about a quarter through, but she was losing hope.

You got up and ruffled through your bag, walking forward.

“Here.”

Wanda’s eyes were gouging. You gave her more than enough.

“My family is rich,” you shrugged sheepishly, hands in your pockets, silently hating how cliche this was, “I never really had a good reason to ever use their money so I usually avoided it.”

She never knew.

“I can’t just-“

“Yes, you can.”

Wanda just couldn’t help but feel like you were always giving.

“Hey,” you placed a soft kiss on her forehead, “It’s no problem. Really.”

Wanda’s arms snaked around your waist, and pulled you a little closer. She was trembling, happy tears escaping.

“Thank you.”

“For what?” the brunette asked, hair stringy.

“For picking me up even though it was raining,” you mumbled in the front seat, fiddling with the paper bag of food Wanda had thoughtfully packed for you.

Her fingers drummed on the steering wheel, “It’s not hard.”

Not if it’s for you, she thought.

“If this was in Paris, it would’ve been more romantic, don’t you think?”

The joke tasted bitter in Wanda’s mouth. It was too soon.

She gripped the steering wheel tighter.

You winced at your own boldness. An apology yanked itself out of your lips.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.”

The ticket was cancelled. For some unknown (and probably stupid) reason, she couldn’t get her money back. It was all lost. Her hard work and your generosity.

“It’s not your fault,” she reached over with one hand, touching yours gently.

“Neither is it yours,” you replied, holding the hand she offered. Wanda's hands were big. Nice and soft too. Sometimes you caught youself staring at them out of habit. Was there anything not annoyingly gorgeous about this woman?

Wanda’s moods were quick to dispel whenever you were around. Life had a funny way of showing it didn’t entirely hate her. One sentence and a charming smile and Wanda would be weak on the knees.

“Wanda?”

“You’re zoning out!” you huffed, waving your free hand in front of her face.

Wanda blinked out of her trance.

Her lap felt warm.

“Babe, you’re not paying attention to the movie,” you complained, playing with her hands. A random movie Wanda couldn’t recall served as background noise.

“Sorry,” she whispered gently, hugging you tightly, “I got distracted.”

“By what?” you paused the movie, genuinely interested in what she was going to say, “I can see your thinking face.”

“I don’t have a thinking face,” she said, with her thinking face.

“Yes, you do,” you argued lightly.

“Okay, okay. It’s just,” she pointed at the window, gaze transfixed.

Rain.

“It’s just the rain,” she finished softly, eyes finally meeting yours.

You pulled her into a deep kiss, and suddenly, Wanda forgot about everything else. The softness of your hair, the smell of newly washed clothes, the taste of cider, and the sound of your chuckle were all there was. She just felt you. A million people could be calling her name, vying for her attention, but her sight would always be on you.

“Let’s go outside,” you smiled lovingly.

It took some time, but you managed to drag your girlfriend out of her comfy position and outside of your place.

“What do you want me to do now?”

She stood gingerly in a dry area as opposed to you, who was dancing, your shoes splashing in the water.

“Dance with me!”

Wanda’s famous nose scrunch made way to her face, and you rolled your eyes, grabbing her and placing her next to you in the rain.

Nothing could be heard over your laughs and Wanda’s half-hearted complaints.

You grasped her hands and soon, she was dancing too.

“Everything with you feels right, and anywhere with you feels like, Paris in the rain.”

Wanda snorted, stepping on your toes on purpose, making you yelp.

“We don’t need a fancy town, or bottles that we can’t pronounce.”

Wanda laughed, loud and free, movements disoriented. Her stepping on your toes were clearly on purpose, but given you were in a good mood (and totally not because you would let her run over you if she wanted to), you ignored it.

“Cause anywhere, babe, is like Paris in the rain,” you wrapped your drenched arms around her waist, “When I’m with you.”

She kissed you, much like the one you gave her the day she walked you back, except this time, much to Wanda’s pleasure, it was on the lips.

“When I’m with you,” Wanda said, a warm, feather like kiss to your nose after, “It feels like Paris in the rain.”

Wanda wasn't worried about the rain anymore. Let's just say that something - or someone - kicked whatever remaining thoughts there were and happily replaced them with herself.

"Wanda?"

She was here, in the rain, that she found herself warming up to. Honestly, if all it took was missing Paris in the rain to be here with you, in this way, and in this moment, she didn't care.

"I'm here."

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