the Wanda Maximoff x Reader Collection

"You know that's my spot, right?"

Wanda's heavily accented voice echoed through you - you, who was currently curled up on the couch with a blanket wrapped around you - like a burrito.

"Yes," you said, pouting. Then your eyes darted up to hers, mischievously.

"What're you gonna do about it?"

Wanda jumped on top of you, fake-wrestling you for the spot. As she did-

You started to giggle.

"Wanda, no-"

"What? Y/N, are you-"

It dawned on her.

"You're ticklish."

"No," you said, stubbornly, knowing that Wanda absolutely could not be trusted with this information. "No, no, I'm not-"

"Hmm," hummed Wanda. "So, it doesn't bother you when I do... this?"

"No!" you squealed, and she used her magic to tickle your sides. Chuckling, Wanda cuddled up beside you, and you relented, letting her to share your blanket.

"I'm not ticklish," you mumble stubbornly, allowing yourself to give in to sleep.

"So are."

"Am not."