in another life | wanda maximoff x fem!reader

if you read my one-shot book, yes, one scene is from that book. (while we're on that topic, check out my one-shot book :D)

hope you enjoy this chapter!! this shit is getting (more) real! 

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When you woke up again, you found yourself on a mattress softer than any you own. Your eyes scanned the place. "Glad to see you awake, Y/n."

"Lizzie," you groaned, squinting as the sun shines through the curtain. "Why in the world are you up so early?"  

"Why are you up so late?" She countered. You giggled, pulling Lizzie on top of you, ignoring her protest when you tucked your head into the crook of her neck. "We have things to do, Y/n. As much as I would like to stay in bed with you, did you forget what today is?" 

You protested when Lizzie moved away, a pout on your face. "Yes, enlighten me on what today is." 

Lizzie rolled her eyes, climbing off the bed and offering her hand to you. You stubbornly refused to take it, hoping to soak in this warmth for as long as possible. "Did you forget the Multiverse of Madness premiere you promise you'll go to as my date? You said, and I quote 'I want everybody to know that you're my wife'" 

The only response offered was a whine, before pulling the bedcover over your head again, curling up to your side. It was true, the outfit you had seen Lizzie picked out a few days ago had conjured up your more protective side, but the bed is so warm... Lizzie let out a sigh, and you called out in a muffled voice. "I have a date with my bed." 

"Should I be jealous?" You could hear the playful tone in Lizzie's voice. "I thought I was your only one, Y/n. Are you cheating on me?" 

"One you with our bed," you grumbled, emphasizing the 'our' part of the sentence. "I can't be cheating if it's our bed." 

Lizzie laughed, and before you could comprehend what had happened, you found the cover had been pulled off your head. "HEY!" 

"Get up, sleeping head," Lizzie chuckled, leaning down and kissing away your pout. "I make your favorite breakfast?" 

You immediately jumped up. The bed may seem comfortable, but your favorite breakfast made by Lizzie is something you absolutely cannot pass up. "Really?" 

"No, but you're up now," Lizzie smirked. You gasped in offense, about to get back into the bed when Lizzie held you close, holding you from behind and pressing a kiss to your neck. "Nope, we're getting ready, and we're going to that premiere." 

Your eyes closed at the contact you're having with her. Sighing, you turned around so you could properly kiss your wife. "I was going to get up in a few minutes," you grumbled. And you knew that Lizzie knew you will for sure get-up, probably at the last possible second. Mornings weren't your thing, but you love Lizzie too much to miss out on her premiere. 

"You didn't have to trick me with fake breakfast," you pouted, taking in Lizzie's outfit. She was already dressed, and your eyes took her in. "Looking hot, darling." 

Lizzie blushed, and you grinned at her. She was looking at the ground when she said her next word. "I wasn't kidding about the breakfast." 

You gasped again, watching Lizzie giggle when you acted offended. "You didn't-" 

"I did," she started walking out of the door. "And you better be dressed in ten minutes or else I will finish the breakfast I made for you." 

"Don't need to tell me twice," you didn't hesitate to grab the outfit you had picked out yesterday night and rushed into the bathroom. You got dressed and ready in record time, adding a light touch of make-up to your face before letting your hair fall down in its natural curls.