#scarletnotwicked

There was a nervousness to Billy’s posture. He stood up a little straighter, curled in a little closer- the Scarlet Witch meant the world to him, after all. And that was even before he’d heard that she might, possibly, be his mother. And might... want him in her life.

It started as little things. Needing to be called a few extra times in the morning. Missing something someone would point out. Asking someone to repeat what they just said. Most of these could be chalked up to teenage inattention, but then it started to grow more frequent.

Edie didn’t even realize she had turned her phone’s volume all the way to max when Wanda tugged one of the buds out and scolded her. The girl didn’t understand; she could hear it perfectly fine at that volume, it didn’t hurt her ears or anything. But that was when Wanda finally put the pieces together and scheduled a consultation for Edie.

The girl was mortified and ashamed, the entire way home. People her age didn’t just up and lose their hearing. That was for old people, right?

I might have been me?

Friend!!!!!!!!

“Close, but no cigar.” She replied, smiling broadly at him. “You got the W right, though. Would you like to try again?”

    ❛winter? willow? whitney?❜ a faux ‘ah-ha’ moment hits him, fingers snapping together.  ❛or maybe it’s wanda?❜

Does mama need to get rid of some anons?

No, no you cannot. Every one of you, except for Edie, is dating a Loki and this is the final straw.

That's it, I'm rearranging the universe again.