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crystalxwitch · 2 years

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Stress Relief II - W. Maximoff

Summary: Wanda promised you a next time. (Pure smut without any plot, revolving around a special new toy for y/n.)

Pairing: WandaMaximoffxreader

Word count: 3k

Tags: This is a 18+ story, minors DNI / smut, fingering (r receiving), praise, top!Wanda, mommy!kink, cum strap (r receiving)

"Open your mouth, baby." She nudges the strap against your lower lip, holding your chin tight between her two fingers.

You lick over your dry lips, trying to control yourself at the sight of her towering above you, her skin glowing in the candlelight.

Following her words, you open your mouth, feeling the strap touch your tongue. Trembling hands settle around the back of her thighs, holding her close and steadying you at the same time.

"Open up a bit wider, sweet girl. Let mommy fuck you, yeah?" Her voice is gentle, a reassuring smile plastered on her face.

You hum, doing as she wishes, and part your lips wider. Looking up at her, seeing her face contorted in pleasure, sent a sharp sensation of butterflies right to your pussy.

"So pretty on your knees."

Her thrusts are slow at first, gently running her fingers through your hair and letting you decide the pace of your movements. With wide eyes you stare up at her, asking yourself if you do it right as you never did something like this before. Judging by her uneven breathing, her brows slightly furrowed, Wanda does indeed enjoy herself.

As the minutes pass by, she slowly but surely grows more impatient as her fingernails dig into your scalp. You quietly wince, the strap moving deeper inside your mouth as she begins to press harder against you.

Wanda slows down her movements for a second, watching you with attentive eyes as her hand angles your chin a bit upwards. "Can mommy continue, baby? You'll tell me when I should stop, okay? I won't be mad at you."

You know that she means it. She would never do something to hurt you, always having a watchful eye on your reactions as she introduces new things to you.

As you don't object, Wanda moans, continuing to fuck your throat with forceful thrusts. You slowly breathe through your nose, her grunts of pleasure reaching your ears. Hitting the back of your throat with each movement, you silently gag around the thick strap as your eyes burn with the lack of oxygen.

She throws her head back, your gagging sounds filling the silence around the room as she tries to control herself. Your noises are like music to her ears, fueling the pleasure inside her. Even though she doesn't have the pleasure to feel your heavenly mouth on her, the thought about what she is doing to you makes her knees buckle. A quiet whimper catches her attention, looking down at your kneeling form as her hand subconsciously runs over your hair.

Your head is red from all the lack of breathing, glimmering eyes entirely focused on her as you let her use you for her pleasure. There is a glaze over your eyes, underlining her assumption that you are far too gone to comprehend any clear sentences. Wanda is sure that she never saw a more beautiful sight, the corners of her lips tucking in a grin while you moan around the toy. Desperate to please her, you widen your mouth more, her strap slipping further inside your throat.

Her fingers hold on to your strands, pulling on your hair to push your head back and forth. Tears spring out of your eyes, eyes wide and pleading as you stare up at her body. You don't know what you wish for, mind going fuzzy as she stares at you with full adoration.

"You look so pretty with your tears running down your face, baby. Makes mommy all the more happy seeing you look so beautifully fucked, gagging around my cock."

The sight above you electrifies a desperate sound out of your throat, her lazy smirk and turned on expression too much for you to witness. An uncomfortable feeling settles between your legs, turned on by only sucking on her strap without any stimulation against your clit. Instead of having mercy on you, she whispers sweet encouragement into the air and continues her movements.

"It's a really special toy, you know. Something I only brought for you, my darling." Wanda says, slowing down her pace but putting only more depth into her thrust.

The thought about her cum painting your throat sends another gush of wetness downwards, subconsciously rubbing your thighs together to ease the burning sensation. You want all of her, everything she is willing to give you, and this only added a whole lot to your fulfilled wishes.

"Slow down." Her fingers run over your forehead, her thrusts stopping all together as she catches your attention. "Yeah?"

The moment she moves away, you can finally take in a deep breath, filling your empty lungs with much-needed oxygen. Your throat is a bit sore, the burning of the strap hitting your soft skin over and over again leaving its marks on it.

She helps you up on your legs, moving you towards the bed. There's an excited look to her face, her eyes eagerly looking at your swollen lips. Your heart pounds faster, nearly springing out of your chest as the back of your thighs hit the bed.

Staring at her with questioning eyes, you nervously touch her slim waist, requiring the contact of her skin to calm your rising nerves as she remains painfully quiet. Were you not good enough, not pleasing her enough, even though you tried your best?

As if reading your mind, she presses a soft kiss against your lips. "Shh, you did great, my darling. That's not why I stopped you, there's something else on my mind."

"You want to hear it?" Wanda licks over her lips, leaning towards your ear as if whispering a secret to you, only for your ears to hear. "I want to fuck my cum inside you."

Her words shut off your brain, mind going blank at the possible outcome. "Oh."

"Yes, oh." She chuckles, her thumb running over your jaw. Her eyes are dilated in a shadow of darkness, turning you around without a word and pressing a kiss against your shoulder. "You like that idea?"

Swallowing hard, you nod slightly. "Yeah."

You like it very, very much, to be honest. The fact that her words send another gush of wetness downwards proves that.

Her hands run over your lower stomach, gently pressing down on the skin there. Wanda bites down on her lip, noticing the slight shift in your behavior as you not so subtly rub your thighs together. She finds your reaction adorable, guessing that you would like the idea, but nothing could prepare for the eagerness in your eyes.

Pushing you down on the bed, not wanting to waste another precious minute where she isn't inside of you, keeping up to her promise, Wanda presses small kisses all over your back. You feel hot all over again, smelling her addictive scent on the cover as your nose inhales the delicious perfume.

Your front presses against the bed, head turned to the side with your legs dangling over the edge. A soothing hand runs over your ass, fingernails digging into the flesh as she rubs the strap up and down your slit.

"Such a needy girl." Her fingers run down your slit, collecting the wetness and lubricating the toy. Your legs twitch, hips rising to meet her touch. But a sharp and unexpected slap against your ass makes you yelp, her actions quite the opposite of her previous caring nature.

As an answer, you only receive another dry laugh, the stinging pain quickly transforming into lust. You love it when she acts out like this, handling you just how she wanted to. All of a sudden, she bottoms out inside you, your breath catching in your throat as she pushes the whole length inside.

"Oh, fuck." You hiss through gritted teeth, the strap feeling somehow longer due to the different position.

Her cold hands settle on your hips, pushing in and out of you with an animalistic force. Your fingers hold on to the white cover, gripping the fabric and turning your head to muffle your moans. Even though there's nothing you can hide from Wanda, you don't want to give her the satisfaction you experience so easily.

Wanda grunts, her body growing even hotter at the sight of your lips trembling. Sneaking a hand under your body, she rubs circles over your clit, coaxing out the loud moan that she knows you held back. Subconsciously, your hips just forward, pressing against her fingers as the pressure builds up.

"You want me to fill you up with my come, mark that slutty pussy of yours as mine?" Wanda rasps inside your ear, the grip on your hip tightening. "Do you think your slutty pussy deserves it?"

"Mommy." You whimper, your voice coming out muffled as she presses your head down on the mattress.

Her grip around the back of your neck is strong, enough to leave bruises on your skin as she jackhammers into you. Hitting your g-spot with each thrust, you don't hold back your moans any longer, whimpers and groans slipping freely past your open mouth.

The sound of skin slapping mixed together with your moans fills the bedroom, the shadows of your bodies dancing on the wall.

"Such a desperate little girl, all needy for mommy's attention."

Pleasure and desire courses through your blood, the pressure building inside your stomach. You can feel the tingles of your approaching orgasm becoming more intense.

With a sudden change of movement, she slips out of you and flips you on your back, a surprised gasp filling the air. You whine, the build up in your stomach retreating at the loss of stimulation.

Wanda groans, pushing back inside and continuing her fast pace. She is panting too, her puffs of exhales fanning over your heated face as she admires your lustful face, mouth hanging open with the inability to close it.

"I want to look into your pretty eyes when I fill you up, baby. I don't want to miss the moment when that happens."

Her fingers close around your throat, cutting off your airway once again as she towers above you with a wide grin spreading over her pink lips. Instinctively, your hand loosely encircles her wrist, neither pulling her hand away nor pressing her fingers tighter around your neck. You simply want to touch her, show her how much you love her, without uttering it out loud.

You can't tell her yet, not knowing how she would react to it. Not wanting to ruin the moment, you concentrate on her face again, feeling the licks of fire graze over your skin.

Her red hair falls like a curtain over your face, tickling your skin as her thrusts push you up and down the mattress. Wanda watches your breast move with her thrusts, mouth watering as she leans forward and closes her lips around one erect nipple.

"Oh, fuck."

The stimulation inside you, on your breast and the tight grip around your neck fuel the coil in your belly, eyes crossing as she flicks her tongue over the nipple. Moving her attention to the other breast, giving it the same treatment as before, Wanda grazes her teeth over the sensitive skin, your hips jerking at the stinging contact.

Tears run freely down your cheeks, the pleasure overwhelming you as she sucks against your neck, licking over the stinging bruises soothingly. As she presses down on your lower stomach, feeling her cock move inside your guts, she lets out a low groan, her rhythm becoming sloppy.

"Shh, that's it, baby. Just like that, you're doing so good for me. You'll get mommy's cum soon enough, filling that tight pussy just like you deserve."

You can feel yourself coming close, having trouble maintaining eye contact as her gaze burns through you.

"Such a good little slut, letting me use you like that." Her voice turns to that deep rasp, her low moans becoming louder. "My own little toy to play around with."

"M-mommy, please." You stumble over your words, threatening to lose your words fully as the strap brushes over your g-spot with each thrust. "Come inside me."

Wanda leans forward, your whiny please heightening the lust coursing through her veins, teeth sinking into the soft skin between your neck and shoulder.

"Fuck, you sound so pretty. You want it that badly, don't you? You have been such a good girl, y/n."

Out of the corner of your eyes, you see her reach for something laying on the bedside table, a sort of remote that is so small that you didn't see it before. The thought of her filling you soon, mixed with her occasionally rough grunts, nearly blinded you, unable to hold your moans at bay anymore.

"I'm so close." Your voice comes out high-pitched, eyes rolling into the back of your head. "Can I come, mommy?"

"Come for me, baby." She thrust as deeply into you as possible, coming inside you with a strangled groan. "Let's come together, yeah?"

Feeling the rushing cum fill your pussy, painting your inner walls with it, your walls clench hard around her strap. This is all it takes to send you flying into darkness, the string in your stomach snapping.

The sensation is strange at first, the warm cum oozing inside your cervix. You gasp for air, mumbles of her name falling past your mouth as she drags every last wave of pleasure out of your body.

The sight of Wanda squeezing her eyes shut, lips parted in a silent moan, alighted a small flame again. A light sheen of sweat shines on her temple, her eyebrows furrowing. She reaches her own high, the end of the strap bumping just right against her clit.

You hold her close, fingers grabbing at her shoulders as your legs tremble with the release of the build up tension. Pressing her forehead against yours, taking in a deep breath, she grins and takes her weight off your body.

Wanda slowly pulls out of you, staring down between your thighs in amazement as a string of your mixed arousal connects your pussy with the strap. You stay still, chest heaving with uneven pants as she pushes a sweaty strand of hair out of your face.

"My pretty girl." Wanda mumbles against your ear, her thumbs gently rubbing over the inside of your thighs.

Just feeling her fingertips tracing circles over your skin makes you feel all safe and warm. You close your eyes, exhaling happily at her words that wrap over you like a warm blanket.

"All yours."

Suddenly, she pushes her fingers back inside, a small whine bubbling up at the over stimulation. Wanda shushes you, fucking the white drops back into you, not letting even one drop go to waste. You are at her mercy - her darling little girl who does everything to make her smile this proudly down at you.

"Come on, don't be shy. I know that you can give me more than that, baby." Wanda swipes her tongue over your bottom lip, teasingly sucking at the corner of your mouth. "Mommy wants to play with you some more."

You bite down on your tongue, holding yourself back from screaming, feeling too much and too little at the same time. Wanda feels your wall clench around her fingers, leaning down to seal your parted lips in a bruising kiss.

All too quickly, you feel another orgasm approaching, the urge to press your thighs together overcoming you. Wanda feels the twitch under her fingers, clicking her tongue and pressing your legs wider apart.

"It's too much." You gasp, her hand pinning your waist hard against the mattress and pushing her long digits in and out. "Please."

"You take it, I know you can. Your mommy's good girl, aren't you?" She whispers; sweet words wrapping itself around your mind as she flicks her thumb over your clit. "You love it when I fuck you like this."

Underlining her words, she pushes a third finger inside. As sore as you are, you still part your legs wider, too weak to deny anything she wants. The tension becomes nearly unbearable, her glimmering eyes the only thing visible with your blurry vision. Wanda moans, feeling your arousal drip down her hand, staining the bedsheets under you.

"So fucking wet, y/n. All filled up with mommy's cum, so beautiful like this." She bites down on her lip, mustering your dazed eyes with eagerness.

Raising your hips to meet her thrusts, she doesn't stop you, knowing how close you are. You can't breathe properly anymore, even the simplest of things leaving your mind as she curls her fingertips just right over the deep spot.

Your mouth falls open, trying to fill your lungs with air as your orgasm rushes through you like a hurricane. Blinding lights dance in front of your eyes, a wail of whimpers escaping your lips. Wanda slows down her movements, smiling down at you as you turn your head to the side, fingers barely grazing her wrist to push her fingers away.

Your pussy burns, the roughness of her fingers leaving a stinging sensation behind. Wanda presses a soft kiss against your forehead, carefully easing out her fingers and sucking them clean. Through barely open eyes, you see her smile at the taste of your arousal painting her skin.

"I can't feel my legs anymore." You sigh, a thousand tingles following down your legs. "I won't be able to walk anymore."

The redhead chuckles, rolling onto her back beside you. "That's the whole point, darling. You'll stay in bed with me until you'll feel better, and that will hopefully be a long time, letting me take care of you."

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abimess · 3 years

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The Story Of Us [Series Masterlist]

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Main Masterlist || Library Blog

Summary: You and Wanda have known each other since you were little. And a love story that could've been as simple as a clichéd romantic comedy suffers the effects of stubbornness and immaturity, ending up becoming something almost like a Greek tragedy.

So, this story is something I've been thinking about for a long time, but only now managed to organize it. Each chapter is inspired by a Taylor Swift song (because I'm that obsessed). Enjoy!

You do NOT have permission to repost or translate my work on any platforms (even with credit)

(Read on: Wattpad || AO3)

Chapter 1: It's Nice to Have a Friend

Chapter 2: I’d lie

Chapter 3: You Are In Love

Chapter 4: Today Was A Fairytale

Chapter 5: The Other Side Of The Door

Chapter 6: The Way I Loved You

Chapter 7: the 1

Chapter 8: Begin Again

Chapter 9: Wildest Dreams

Chapter 10: This Love

Chapter 11: gold rush

Chapter 12: Paper Rings

Chapter 13: Lover

Extras:

➥ Something New

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randomshyperson · 3 years

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Wanda Maximoff x Reader - I bet i love you

Gif if not mine, but i swear she looks prettier every time i look at her.

Summary: Prompt based from @ecruzsalaz: The one where Wanda is popular, and Reader is a nerd. The popular kids do a bet that Reader will fall in love with Wanda. Everything will be reveal after their trip.

Warnings: Light angst, kissing, teasing, underage drinking, lies, Vision being an idiot completely out of canon.

Words: 13.446 k /// Read on AO3

Notes: I don’t even know what happen here. I’m been busy and this took a lot of days to be done, but it’s finally here, hope @ecruzsalaz will be satisfied haha. Good reading everyone and apologies for any typo, it sucks to translate so many words. There are a few pop culture references, i wonder if anyone will catch those.

Marks (if i forgot your name tell me i’m lost): @mionemymind @abimess

In your last year of high school, you just wish things would be peaceful.

The previous years hadn't exactly been ideal, since you were surrounded by assholes, but you are optimistic.

Your small, select group of friends, consisting of exactly two people, who you could swear were probably the only decent human beings left in West View High School, were currently the only reason you still wanted to go to high school.

Right now, for example, you were sitting in the outer cafeteria, a book of historical fiction to escape reality plus headphones with some old rock music that you weren't really listening to, since you were so focused on the story you were reading. And then someone pulled on your headphones, and you looked up ready to complain, but the mischievous smile of your best friend Bruce Banner was all you could find.

- I've been calling you for five minutes. - He said, sitting down on the stool in front of you. You smiled, apologizing, and put your cell phone on the table. - No problem, you always do that.

You laughed awkwardly, closing the book while Bruce put his backpack on the table.

- Where is Mon? I haven't seen her today. - You tell him, but Bruce shrugs.

- Maybe her mother changed shifts again. - He comments, and you make a noise with your mouth of agreement. Whenever Maria, your friend Monica's mother, switched shifts at work, she would be late for first periods. It has been like this since primary school.

- You still haven't let me see your schedule. - You told Bruce with a slight frown, and he laughed, going through his pockets. Then he took out his cell phone, fiddled with the screen for a few seconds, and then handed it to you. You read the attached class schedule with a frown. - Bruce! You didn't sign up for half the classes you took last year?

He shrugged, running his hands through his hair.

- Yeah, I think I'll focus more on what I want for college. - He explained a little shyly. - I was getting too anxious about all that stuff. And honestly, you should have done the same.

You made a grumbling sound with your mouth, and started biting your thumbnail as you finished looking at the schedule. You would barely have any classes together. And then you handed the cell phone back to your friend.

- I would do it if I had any idea what I wanted to major in. - You tell him. - It's better to have several interests on the curriculum, so I'll have more course options.

- You can also develop burnot. - He remarked with mild irony, and you laughed, looking away.

The bell for the first class then rang, and the two of you exchanged a look before getting up. Bruce kissed you on the cheek before heading in the opposite direction, and you grumbled lightly as you picked up your book and walked to the chemistry labs.

In the hallway of the main building, a few meters before the entrance to the lab, someone bumped into you. It was one of the boys from the team, who was laughing at something his colleague said. Your notebooks fell to the floor, and the boy looked at you with contempt.

- Watch where you're going weirdo. - He warned and you rolled your eyes.

- You're the one who bumped into me, you brute. - You grumbled angrily. The boy just laughed and walked away.

After picking your books, you stood up. The athletes at your school were jerks, but you didn't blame only them for their arrogance. The rest of the school, including the faculty, treated them as gods, so they behaved as such.

Sighing with impatience, you entered the chemistry labs, wishing that the day wasn't long.

Darcy Lewis had been your chemistry partner for three years. You smiled as you greeted her and sat down next to her. You were not friends, but she was very kind and extremely intelligent. You really thought you were very lucky to have her as your partner, and then, as if the universe would like to laugh at you, Professor Nakia announced that she was switching partners.

The whole class let out a chorus of dissatisfaction, and one student asked aloud.

- Please, Professor Nakia, we have been working with the same people for three years. Why change now?

- Excellent question, Miss Quinn. - Nakia said, smiling. She was at her desk, finishing putting her materials on top. - Three years is more than enough time for you to create tricks to cheat on my exams.

The room exchanged complicit and guilty looks, and the teacher kept a serious posture.

- The school board found evidence to indicate this. - She explains. - I was very disappointed to learn that there were students cheating on the evaluation method not only in this class, but in several others. You will notice that all teachers with fixed groups will rotate them from now on. This was a decision made by the principal.

You rolled your eyes, annoyed that you would lose your amazing partner and were running the chance of ending up with someone irresponsible or slacker, just because some kids were careless at cheating. The room let out a chorus of understanding, and everyone began to move around as the teacher indicated the new groups. You ended up sitting with a guy named Vision, who you didn't really know, but you knew was quite popular because he was class speaker, and head of the fencing club.

- Hello, dear. - He greeted you as he sat down, putting his coat on the chair. Vision dressed very well; he was part of the group your classmates called "preps”, even if he was usually hanging out with jocks.

You made a noise with your mouth in greeting, but he didn't seem to mind your lack of sociability.

Fortunately, Vision was a decent chemistry partner. Although he was bossy, and had a habit of interrupting or explaining as if you were stupid, he was intelligent and knew how to do the experiments. You thought that was enough, since you would only have to put up with him in this class.

Feeling a glance at you, you raised your eyes from the notebook, and were slightly startled to notice Vision looking at you with amusement and curiosity, you frowned ready to ask what's wrong, but then he let out a dry laugh.

- I knew I knew you! - he declared. - You're the Presley freak!

Vision laughed lightly nostalgically, and you felt your face flush, turning your attention back to your notebook. He was talking about the Halloween party in freshman year, where you dressed up as Elvis Presley and the track team decided to nickname you "Presley Freak" for the next whole year. The teasing died down after a while, but Vision brought it back as if it were a good memory.

Fortunately he just shook his head with amusement, and didn't mention it again. When class was over, he didn't say goodbye on his way out, but you didn't care.

//-//

The story that all the teachers followed the new norm of switching partners was true. In History, you lost your partner Bucky Barnes to sit with Natasha Romanoff, equally quiet and intelligent. For the most part, you are satisfied with the partners you got.

But then in fourth period, biology class, you ended up partnering with someone you never imagined.

Wanda Maximoff was one of the most popular girls in school. You didn't really know her. You were classmates during elementary school, and you even became friends with her twin brother in elementary school, Pietro Maximoff, before he became a complete idiot. But other than that, you didn't know much about her. Although you had a strange sympathy for the girl. Unlike the group of girls she hung out with, Wanda never tormented you at school. Or your friends. She was probably fake and sneaky like the others, but she left you alone, so you had nothing against her.

You were pulling your biology book out of your backpack as the teacher announced the new pairs, and you stopped in mid-motion when she said Maximoff and your name.

Wanda sat down beside you the next moment, smiling politely. You shook your head slightly, dropping your backpack on the floor.

Wanda was surprisingly nice. You didn't talk about anything unrelated to the subject, but she was quick enough to catch your ironic glances when Professor Darkholme made an inappropriate comment or a funny remark, and match it with a smile or a look.

As the class came to an end, Wanda nodded slightly at you, and you smiled back before gathering your materials.

It had been four months since classes had started, and you were already used to your new partners in class.

Vision was inconvenient in many comments, as if he took pleasure in recalling your most embarrassing moments in high school, but you learned to change the subject quickly whenever this happened. All you had to do was pretend you didn't know about some subject he mastered, only to hear him explain it to you in the most arrogant manner possible for the next few minutes, effectively distracting him.

Natasha Romanoff was exceptionally sarcastic and ironic, and you sometimes you felt that she was a more aggressive female version of your former partner Bucky Barnes. She was quite individualistic, and you had to make an effort not to get left behind, or you had to constantly remind her that you were a duo, but otherwise she was a good partner, and you were happy to invite her to lunch with you, which eventually became a habit after a week.

And then you had Wanda Maximoff. You weren't friends, but you had a strange kind of complicity as biology partners. You never would have guessed that Wanda would have a sense of humor so similar to yours. Two classes in a row, and you already had inside jokes about the way Ms. Darkholme caught the attention of her students. Two weeks in, and you two knew how to cheat your way through assignments. You didn't know how to make friends, and judging by the history of who Wanda was hanging out with, you had the impression that she wouldn't want to develop any kind of relationship with you. And honestly, this was your last year, you wouldn't see these people again, so you were more than satisfied to have just one good lab partner.

With the mid-winter vacations approaching, you were looking forward to getting some rest.

Non-Reader Pov

- God, Wanda, why are you talking about that weirdo again? - interrupted Vision impatiently. His girlfriend blinked in confusion, looking away awkwardly.

- I'm just commenting on a joke we…

- Really, Wanda? - He interrupted again with an accusing look. - It seems like all you do lately is "comment" on your little jokes in class. - He sneers as he settles down on the sofa. The two of them stand together outside the school, their group of friends watching the discussion with amusement. - I don't know why you talk to her at all. She is so silent and awkward with me in chemistry class.

Wanda bites the inside of her cheek, looking forward.

- I think your girlfriend has a girl crush. - Tony Stark sneered next, making everyone laugh. Wanda frowned, feeling her heart race.

- You are an idiot. - She grumbled impatiently, crossing her arms. Vision looked at her curiously.

- Honey, don't tell me that you actually appreciate that girl? - he asks ironically, and Wanda rolls her eyes without looking at him. Vision laughs.

And then Tony is holding out a craft-paper covered bottle to Vision, and he takes a sip, coughing slightly afterwards. Wanda frowns at the scene, but none of her friends seem concerned that they are drinking during school hours, as the bottle continues to pass in everyone's hand.

- You know, I think it's sweet that you have sympathy for that freak. - Tony comments a moment later and Wanda tells him to fuck off, making him laugh.

- I think we are witnessing a beautiful love story. - Mocks Pepper, Tony's girlfriend, approaching the three of them as she sits on Stark's lap. Wanda rolls her eyes, as the group laughs. And then Vision has a thoughtful expression.

- I have an idea. - He says slightly drunk, as he throws his arm around his girlfriend's shoulders. - Let's make a bet.

Tony and Pepper let out excited exclamations, while Wanda frowns.

- What kind of bet?

- Well, you guys remember when the weirdo dressed up as Presley for Halloween, right? - he asked, and Tony and Pepper laughed, agreeing. - And then Pietro saw her kissing that girl who hang with the bikers, Jones something.

- Jessica. - Pepper clarified before taking another sip of her drink.

- Then we know she's a dyke. - Vision says, but Tony frowns.

- Wasn't she dating that guy with the long hair and the angry face?

- Barnes? - Vision asked and Tony nodded. - I don't think so. Anyway, she is into girls. - he said and the group nodded in agreement. - I mean the bet is this: I can prove that she is just like everyone else in this school. Give her a bit of our attention, and she will be completely obsessed.

- Vis, what are you talking about? - Wanda asked, and Vision laughed ironically.

- It's very simple, love. - He says. - You are hot. Everyone knows that, and even someone like her, who pretends not to be part of the social circles of this school, can see that. - He clarifies, and the group looks at him intently. Wanda doesn't say that she doesn't like being objectified, swallowing the bitter feeling in her stomach. - So my bet is that you win her over. It should take what, one or two dates for her to be completely in love with you.

The friends laugh in irony and Wanda thinks she should follow, but only a forced laugh escapes. Because of the alcohol, no one notices.

- This is ridiculous. - Wanda comments and then Vision looks at her with irony.

- Unless you're getting attached to the girl, dear. - He sneers, and the group laughs. Wanda swallows dryly, shaking her head in denial. - So, what's the problem? You'll just prove me right. And you will realize that there is nothing special about her.

- I think we can make this even more fun. - says Tony with a wicked smile. - I bet you a hundred bucks that Wanda will fall in love too.

Tony sneers and the group laughs with irony.

- As if anyone would even like that girl. - Vision declares, accepting another drink.

- How do we make sure it's working? - Tony asks and Vision bites his lip thoughtfully. Then he lets out an exclamation.

- Our trip! - he says, and then turns to Wanda. - Love, invite the weirdo to the cabin! We can watch you work.

Wanda frowns, but then the group is suggesting ideas of conquest, and laughing, and debauchery, and she hates it. But she smiles, and nods in agreement, accepting the liquor as the bottle comes into her hand.

Reader Pov

You intended to study during the winter vacations. And maybe get out of the room a little if Bruce or Monica visited. Your surprise was genuine when in your last biology term, Wanda Maximoff started talking to you about something other than the subject.

- Hey, are you doing anything this holiday? - she comments amiably. You didn't notice the looks Tony Stark was giving you two from the front seat.

- Huh... No?

- Are you asking me? - She replies with a smile. You blush, looking away at your notebook. Wanda bites her cheek, and it takes a moment for her to speak again. - I wanted to invite you to something.

You blink in surprise, looking at Wanda. She looks away from the board for a moment, as she wiggles her fingers against her own thigh.

- My friends and I are spending the holiday in a cabin. - She clarifies. - There's all this winter activities, you know. Skiing and stuff like that. I'd like you to come.

- Why? - The question slips out a little harshly, but you can't help it. Wanda looks away, and you almost apologize. But then Wanda smiles, shrugging.

- I'd like to get to know you better, I guess. - She says. - I think it would be fun if we could be friends outside of class.

You look at her suspiciously for a few seconds. But then you sigh, looking down at the notebooks.

- Alright, Wanda. - you say after a moment, ignoring the growing anxiety in your stomach. - Is it okay if I bring a friend?

- Of course! - She confirms excitedly. - You can take whoever you want, it's a big place.

The teacher gives a warning for side conversations next, and you shut up. You blush when Wanda approaches you to write down her phone number in her notebook. You are distracted enough not to notice her blushing slightly when Tony Stark gives her a mischievous look.

//-//

- So you actually said yes? - Bruce asked with surprise when you told him about the biology class, while you were having lunch together in the cafeteria. Monica had the same expression.

- Yes, and I would love it if you would go with me, because I think I am close to completely freak out. - You ask with mild desperation and your friends laugh. And then Monica is looking behind you.

- Look, I would be too. They are so... - She starts and you turn around, looking at the group of Wanda's friends a few meters away. The kids are sitting at the table, making noise with their loud laughter. One of them was throwing a football up in the air. A short boy walked past them and was pushed slightly. - I can't even define them.

You let out a grumble, laying your head on your arms on the table.

- This was a bad idea, wasn't it, guys? - you ask. - They're going to eat me alive.

- Why the long faces, nerds? - Natasha asked as she came over to the table, placing the tray of food next to Monica, staring at you.

And then your friends explained it to her, and you groaned in dissatisfaction when she started laughing.

- You've lost your mind, haven't you? - she asked wryly. - It's a trap, I'm sure.

- There's no reason for it. - You retorted, trying to eat a little. - Besides, it was Wanda who invited me. She said she'd like us to be friends.

- Look, I know that Maximoff is the least worst of the bunch. - Nat began as she opened her soda. - But she still hangs around with those idiots.

- Yeah, I know. - You agree with a sigh. And then you remember your classes. - I just... She has been surprisingly nice, you know? I think she was being sincere. It's just a trip, it's not the end of the world.

- Good to know you think that. - said Bruce. - Because I won't be able to go.

- What? - You then exclaim.

- I applied for an internship at S.H.I.E.L.D. Labs. - He remarks and you let out a grumble, remembering.

- Shit, it's true. - You say. - I completely forgot about it.

- Girl, I can't go either. - Informs Monica with a guilty expression, and you let out an exclamation. - I'm going to spend the holiday with my father.

You bury your face in your hands. And then you risk a glance at Natasha, and she laughs wryly.

- Don't even try. - She says. - Even if you paid me I wouldn't travel with Tony Stark.

- I'll pay you.

Nat laughs at your desperation, and stops eating, looking at you with surprising kindness.

- You, girl, are adorable and kind. A nerdy cute dork, and I'm sure that if that's not enough for those idiots, they're the problem, not you. - She assures you, and you smile wryly. - Don't worry about pleasing any of them, you're going to become friends with Wanda, aren't you? Try to enjoy the trip, and if anything happens, call me and I'll finish them all off.

You laugh, nodding slightly. You don't want to think so much about this trip, but you know it's going to be the only thing on your mind for the next few days.

The week ended quickly. And you were very anxious when the weekend arrived, and you received a text message from Wanda saying that she would pick you up at home on Saturday morning. You would spend the holiday at the Stark family's winter cottage, a property big enough to fit the whole group. Wanda said it was somewhere with mountains, near a lake, and you bit your lip, wondering if you should bring a bathing suit. Since it was snowing, you figured you wouldn't try to swim anywhere.

On Saturday you were up bright and early, your bags packed. You kissed your parents and your younger brother on the cheek before you left, finding a pickup truck parked in front of your house.

Wanda hugged you when you said good morning to her, and to the boys. Vision and Pietro were in this car, and she said that Tony was in the second car, and had gone for gas.

Vision drove towards the cabin next, and he tried a little small talk before shutting up. Wanda was in the passenger seat, and Vision let his hand rest on her thigh, and you didn't understand the bitter feeling in your stomach.

- God, put on some decent music! - asked Pietro, scrambling up on the seat beside you to reach for the radio.

- Leave it, Pietro! - complained Vision pushing the boy backwards. - You only want to play that emo shit!

Pietro laughed, not insisting. And Vision looked at you through the rearview mirror.

- Let's let our guest choose the music. - he said with a smile. You cleared your throat.

- Okay. - You agreed, pulling your cell phone out of your pocket. You turned on Spotify next, and when Vision asked if it would be any longer, you bit the inside of your cheek. And then you put on some pop rock.

Nobody said anything, and you thought that somehow you had just passed some kind of test. But then your set list started, and when the classic rock song from the 50's started playing, Vision burst out laughing.

- They don't call you Presley Freak for nothing. - He scoffs, switching to the radio next.

- I like it. - Wanda comments surprising you, but neither Vision nor her brother change their debauched posture.

- Yes, yes, your taste is terrible too. - He replies with irony. You bite your lips as you watch Wanda roll her eyes and look away to the window. Vision lets Pietro choose the music next.

The cabin was really very big.

You guys met Tony's car on the way, but he didn't stop. It didn't take long for you to arrive. You smiled in appreciation at Pietro when he carried your bags inside.

You looked at the structure impressed. Tony Stark really was very rich. Hugging your arms lightly after feeling the cool breeze, you smiled politely at Wanda's other friends as they greeted you.

- I am Pepper Potts, and this is Steve Rogers and Sam Wilson. - says the blonde girl cheerfully, as she waves to the other boys. - You must have met Tony by now.

- I think I've seen all of you at school. - You say feeling out of place, but they smile as they walk into the cabin. Tony hands the bags to the other boys, and then is throwing an arm around your shoulders, and you want to push him away for the inappropriate contact.

- It's a pleasure to meet you, sweetie. - He says, and you blink when you feel the alcohol. - Who knew that nerds hid pretty girls with them?

The joke makes the group laugh, and you look around uncomfortably. Tony then releases you as you enter.

Pepper is the one who shares the rooms, and you are happy to know that you won't be sharing with anyone.

While you are unpacking upstairs on your bed, Wanda joins you.

- Hey. - She greets me as she enters and closes the door. You're folding your clothes.

- Hi, Wanda.

- Is everything okay? - she asks and you nod in agreement. - They can be a bit much sometimes, and I don't want you to get uncomfortable and... Do you like "Bewitched"?

The sudden question startles you and you blink in confusion. Wanda nods at the item in your hands. The T-shirt you are folding has the logo of the old sitcom you used to watch with your parents.

- Oh yes. - You sigh in agreement. - It is one of my favorite shows actually.

Wanda laughs in surprise, crossing her arms.

- Wow, I didn't know that. - She says. - I love this stuff. Vision thinks the jokes are stupid, so don't tell him I'm talking about it.

She jokes and you let out a wry exclamation.

- Why would I tell Vision anything? - You ask and Wanda hesitates slightly, but then smiles.

- No, it was just a figure of speech. - She clarifies as you fold your shirt.

- Right. - You say, not really understanding this conversation. - If you want, we can watch it together anytime. I think we'll have time to do it here.

Wanda looks at you with surprise and excitement.

- Really? I'd love to. - She confirms, and you smile as you finish packing.

The redhead clears her throat afterwards.

- I just wanted to check on you anyway. - she says. - I think Steve is cooking dinner tonight, so join us when you' re ready.

- Okay, Wanda. - You say. - Thanks.

She smiles before leaving. You stare at the Bewitched's T-shirt on your bed for a few moments before you leave.

Steve tries to cook some chicken breast. And he almost burns the kitchen down. So you are on your feet, investigating the cupboards, and although cooking is not your favorite activity, you don't mind making some chili for everyone.

- I love Mexican food. - Wanda comments excitedly as she stands next to you and watches you cook. The rest of the group is in the living room, the boys being very noisy as they throw a soccer ball around the room. You smile at the redhead next to you.

- God, did you see the picture that Tabitha Smith posted on instagram? - Pepper asked aloud, staring at her cell phone. She was sitting on the kitchen counter, a look of disgust on her face. Wanda approached her and quickly looked at the screen. - She put on silicone, I'm sure of it.

Wanda made a noise of agreement, exchanging a quick glance with you, clearly not caring one bit about the topic, and you smiled, turning your attention back to the pot. Pepper didn't notice and continued making comments about her classmates' social media posts.

- It's ready. - You announce. Your breath catches in your throat as Wanda puts her hand on your waist, leaning behind your back to taste the food. She lets out a satisfied groan, and you feel her cheeks flush.

But then she walks away next, and you struggle to disguise yourself as the boys are joining you, announcing that they are starving.

- Wow, this is delicious. - said Pepper as soon as you sat down at the table and started to eat. The group agreed, and you blushed with embarrassment. Soon they started talking among themselves, and you tried to keep up as best you could, but the topics weren't really of interest to you.

When you got back to the room, Tony proposed that you all play a game, and then he went through the storage room and came back carrying monopoly.

At first you thought it would be innocent fun, then there were drinks and gambling.

- It's a four! - shouted Tony excitedly. - That's my property, Wilson!

Sam let out a grumble of dissatisfaction as he moved his figure around the board. Tony laughed mischievously.

- So, how do you want me to pay the rent? - Sam asked and Tony made a thoughtful face.

- With a question. - Tony announces maliciously. - Among the people in this room, tell me who would you have sex with?

Sam laughs in surprise, as the group gives a chorus of excitement. You swallow dryly, uncomfortable with the direction of the questions. So far, the questions and challenges had been innocent and slightly awkward, but after a few beers, the group was clearly getting more excited in other respects.

- Careful with your answer, friend. - Vision warned, putting his arm possessively around Wanda's shoulders. You looked away to the board.

- That might be shocking for a straight guy, Vis. - Sam remarked with mild debauchery. - But not all of us are looking at the girls.

The group laughs in surprise, and Vision rolls his eyes.

- I would do Steve Rogers for sure. - Sam declares the next moment, and the group lets out a celebratory chorus. Steve laughs too, slightly surprised. Sam just smiles playfully, shrugging his shoulders. Then Steve steps forward, amusing himself by pretending to kiss him, and the group laughs. You smile awkwardly, not really understanding what everyone thinks is funny.

The game continues, and you are doing very well. You laugh when Pepper has to tell you all about the worst sexual experience she has ever had, but you are slightly uncomfortable when Steve has to demonstrate on a pillow his first time. A few rounds later, you grumble in dissatisfaction when you take a five and end up in jail.

- Whoa, that's has a punishment. - Tony announces when he sees your move. You look at him, and he looks excited. - Finally, Presley, your moment has come.

- Tony. - Wanda scolds him for his nickname, but Tony doesn't listen.

- Let me think about it. - He continues with a thoughtful expression, and then a mischievous gleam takes over his gaze. - Have you ever heard that shy girls are the biggest freaks in the room?

You swallow dryly, feeling your face heat up as the group lets out a laugh.

- I will not...

- Don't even start. - Tony interrupts your denial with a smile. - Don't spoil the fun. I'll give you a simple challenge.

You bite the inside of your cheek, frowning as you fight the urge to get up.

- Your sentence of freedom will be to give a hickey to the person who gets a six on the dice. - He declares, and the group lets out a chorus of excitement.

And then everyone is rushing to throw the dice and you cross your arms, feeling your face hot.

- If more than one person gets six, you'll give them both a hickey and win immunity for a round! - Tony laughs as he makes up the rules.

Pepper is the first to play, and lets out a despondent sigh when she draws two. And then Steve plays next, and complains when the die lands on four. Sam and Tony don't get six either. You hold your breath when Wanda rolls, and feel your heart race when the die stops.

- This should be interesting. - Vision comments with mild irony and mischief as he takes his arm off Wanda's shoulders, picking up the die stopped at six. Tony laughs and you can't keep your eyes on the redhead.

Vision gets a four. And then Pietro gets a six, and you grumble.

- I can't believe you're going to get both of the Maximoffs! - Wilson comments with amusement and you swallow dryly, shifting uncomfortably in your seat.

- Finally some action. - Pietro jokes as he approaches. He kneels in front of you, and you take a deep breath. - Come on, Y/N, it's just a silly challenge.

He tries to reassure you with a smile, and you try to ignore the staring eyes on the two of you. You think the boys are laughing as you bring your face closer to Pietro's outstretched neck, and land your lips on his skin. He smells like aftershave lotion, but it's just embarrassing to be so close. Pietro lets out a breathless chuckle as you begin to suck on his skin, and he clenches the support of the couch.

You stop quickly, and he pulls away. The red skin glows on his neck. He flashes you the seductive smile, and you look away, listening to the group celebrating.

- Next, please! - Tony says clearly intoxicated. You feel your racing heart echoing in your ears. Wanda gets up from the couch, and unlike her brother, she completely short-circuits your brain when she sits on your lap. You think someone whistled.

- Wanda, what are you doing? - You mumble clumsily, and she just smiles as she puts her hands on your shoulders.

- Don't you like this position? - she asks and you swallow dryly.

- Come on, girls! - Tony tells you between laughs. Someone knocks over the vodka bottle on the floor, making a mess. You think the group is barely paying attention to you, fighting among themselves to save the rest of the board and Tony's expensive rug, but you're not really taking in anything other than the girl on your lap.

You move forward, sinking your face into her neck and inhaling Wanda's scent. When you let out your breath, she trembles and squeezes your shoulder lightly, making you swallow dryly.

You let your lips kiss her skin, watching Wanda's chest rise and fall, indicating her unregulated breathing. And then you lick her skin, and she chokes. When you suck on her skin, she bites her lips hard, stopping herself from moaning. And then you let go.

Ignoring the urge to kiss the red dot again, you throw your back against the armchair, moving away. Wanda lets out a breath, and before you can say anything, Tony is complaining that the game is over because the board has been ruined, and she rushes off your lap.

Your face is very hot when Sam makes a snide remark to you, and then you are all saying goodnight. You don't have the courage to look at Wanda when you go up to your room.

//-//

The next day you go skiing.

You absolutely suck at it, but so does everybody else, so nobody really cares.

You don't want to think so much about Wanda's hands on your waist when she teaches you how to do it.

You also don't want to be so annoyed when Vision insists on getting a kiss from her while you are walking back to the cabin.

During the afternoon, you are distracted by a video game with Pietro, extremely surprised that he has invited you to do something. After dinner you go back to your room to read a little, and are astonished when Wanda appears at your door a few minutes after you have gone upstairs.

- How about we watch a sitcom together? - She invites you in, and you shrug as you smile, making space for her to enter your room. She giggles when she notices the open book on your bed. - Of course you brought a book.

You laugh awkwardly as you close the door. Wanda throws herself on your bed, opening the laptop she has brought with her. You take the book out and place it closed on the dresser, before joining her, trying to keep a respectable distance.

She ends up putting on Bewitched, and you are distracted enough by the program.

- Wow, that's kind of wrong. - You comment between giggles. And Wanda laughs lightly, turning the program's attention to you.

- What?

- The joke. - You clarify. - The way they imply that it's okay for boys to behave like that.

- Yeah, I know. - She agrees, turning her attention back to the screen. - But we're still laughing.

- Yeah. - You agree, laughing. - I guess it's okay as long as we don't find it funny in real life.

Wanda makes a noise of agreement with her mouth and then you are silent again.

Two episodes later, Wanda suggests that you eat something. Then you go downstairs to the kitchen, and find the room empty.

- Pietro had called the boys to play soccer. - She says. - And I think Pepper and Tony are in their room.

You nod in understanding, following her around the kitchen. Wanda starts preparing a snack for you two.

- What is it? - You ask as you observe her choice of ingredients. She smiles mischievously.

- My masterpiece. - She says. - Just trust me, you'll like it.

You laugh, nodding. When she warms the bread rolls, and starts to pour oregano on top you let out an exclamation.

- Wanda, are you sure you know what you're doing?

She laughs, shaking her head slightly.

- Trust me on this. - She asks with a smile, starting to cut tomatoes. You cross your arms, not believing that you are actually going to eat that.

And then the sandwich is ready, and Wanda assumes a cheerful posture. She puts the bread on a plate and turns to you, leaving the object on the counter beside you.

You take a piece while she takes another, and together you taste the sandwich while Wanda looks at you expectantly.

It's surprisingly good, and you blink in amazement when you feel the taste, looking away from her to the food.

- Wow, that's good. - You comment before taking another bite. Wanda smiles.

- Really? I'm glad you like it. Vision doesn't like it very much, he says it tastes strange.

You grumble lightly, continuing to eat. Wanda pours you two some soda. You are silent for a moment and when she leaves the phone on the countertop to wash the dishes, your gaze runs quickly across the screen as you reach for your glass.

- Hey, are you into poetry? - you ask as you look at the open Instagram post.

Wanda smiles, nodding.

- That's cool, I think we follow the same page. - You comment quickly pointing to her unlocked cell phone. Wanda looks surprised.

When she finishes washing the dishes, she asks to borrow your cell phone. You spend the next thirty minutes laughing and joking as you compare your Instagram feeds and follower list. You don't want to overthink on how many common interests you have with Wanda.

//-//

On the penultimate day you want to build a snowman.

There is a Hockey game on TV, and everyone seems excited to watch. So you just walk out of the cabin while Tony hands out snacks and drinks to everyone.

You are just finishing assembling the body when you hear footsteps.

- You are very antisocial. - Wanda jokes as she approaches, hands in her pockets. You don't want to think about how adorable she looks.

- Yeah, I know. - You comment with your attention on the snowman. - It's not your friends' fault, by the way, I'm just not a big sports fan.

- All right, I don't see what's so funny about it either. - She says as she stops beside you. - Can I help you with him?

- Let me see your hands. - You ask, and she looks at you in confusion, taking her hands out of her pockets. You deny it. - No gloves, no playing. I don't want you to get hypothermia.

She laughs lightly, putting her hands back in her pockets. You turn your attention back to the snowman.

- We can go for a walk. - You suggest after a moment. - Since we're not going to watch the game.

Wanda smiles, looking away to the cabin.

- Okay.

You finish your snowman in silence. It's decent you think.

- I used to do it all the time. - You tell her as you stand up, putting your hands in your pockets. Wanda looks at you curiously. - But then I grew up and my parents thought it was a kid thing.

- Yeah, I know how that is. - She agrees as you stare at the snowman. - One birthday is all it takes for the treatment to change completely.

You nod in agreement, and then you look at her, signaling for you to go the other way.

You walk side by side in the opposite direction of the cabin.

After spending the whole way talking about the most random subjects, you end up at a small pier, at the edge of the lake that covers the entire back stretch of the cabin. You and Wanda sit side by side on the wood cross-legged.

- We should have brought something hot to drink. - You comment with a smile, hugging your arms for a moment. Wanda nods.

- So, are you enjoying the trip? - Wanda asks and you look away, smiling at the lake.

- I suppose so.

- You suppose? - She replies with amusement, making you laugh.

You clear your throat before speaking again.

- I enjoyed the time I spent with you. - You confess, looking forward. Wanda wiggles her fingers nervously, looking away from you to face the lake as well. - Don't get me wrong, Wanda. Your friends are... nice I guess. But they're not the reason I'm here.

You look at Wanda, and she nods frantically. Your heart is racing, but playing games isn't exactly your thing. You want to know what's going on.

- And you? - you ask, studying her face. - Did you enjoy the time I was here?

- Yes. - Wanda confesses breathlessly, her face flushing slightly.

Swallowing hard, you look away to the lake again. And then you slowly move your hand against the wood, reaching for Wanda's hand next. You give it enough time for her to move away, or to strike you, and she does neither. Feeling your heart soar, you intertwine your hands, holding back a sigh at how good it feels even when wearing gloves.

Several minutes later, you let out an excited exclamation when you hear a noise in the nearby forest. Turning your head, you confirm your suspicions. A small white fox is looking at you curiously.

You help Wanda to get up quietly and slowly so as not to startle the animal.

- Hey. - You say softly to the animal, walking towards it. The fox looks at you wide-eyed, but your posture doesn't frighten him. You smile when he lets you pet him.

- He is so cute. - Wanda comments softly, kneeling down beside you. The fox lies down on the grass as the redhead strokes his head.

He tires of the attention quickly however, and the next moment he gives you a look before running back into the forest. You and Wanda laugh lightly as you two stand up.

You walk back to the cabin in silence, a tension in the air that makes your stomach turn. You don't hold hands, but you walk very close together.

When you are almost to the cabin area, you stand in front of Wanda, pushing her by the waist against a tree. You both sigh breathlessly, but you lose the courage. It's not right, not yet. Resting your forehead on hers, resisting the urge to kiss her, you close your eyes.

- Leave him. - You say and Wanda squeezes her hands in your arms.

Wanda lets out a sigh, closing her eyes like you did, and your faces come closer together.

- I won't share you, Wanda. - You whisper against her lips. - Either you're with me, or you're not.

Resisting the urge to close the distance, you sigh and turn away. Wanda's pupils are dilated as she looks at you. You lock your jaw, putting your hands in your pockets. And then you turn around, and disguise it nicely when Pepper comes out of the cabin, asking where you were, and you just smile and say you went for a walk.

//-//

Vision and Wanda argue on the last day at the cabin.

You frown as your awakened by the volume of the argument. But you decide not to pry, and when Pepper signals for you to join her on her morning walk, you agree.

- You know, you are surprisingly nice. - She comments as you two take a break for some water.

- Thanks, I guess. - You mumble, and she laughs.

- What I mean is that nerds are usually know-it-all types and not at all sociable. - She explains. - You're quiet, but you're fun.

- Who says I'm not a know-it-all. - You retort with amusement, and Pepper laughs as you walk back.

- I'm just saying that it turned out to be nice to invite you over despite everything.

- Despite everything what?

Pepper laughs awkwardly, shaking her head.

- The differences between our groups I say. - She quickly clarifies. You don't perceive the lie. - Maybe there is a chance for us to remain friends after here.

- Why wouldn't we? - you ask confused. Pepper seems to be talking as if it is impossible for you to continue talking to each other after the trip is over, and you don't understand why.

Pepper blinks in embarrassment, and then pats your arm, hurrying her steps.

- It's nothing, I'm just overthinking it. - she says. - I'm sure it will all work out.

You don't ask any more questions because she's walking too fast, and exercise isn't really your thing. You're struggling to keep up.

//-//

After your walk with Pepper, you agreed to let Steve teach you how to play a bit of hockey. And then you all had lunch together, and Wanda avoided all your attempts to start a conversation with her. You figured she was upset with her boyfriend, so you didn't press her.

Later in the afternoon, after you played snowball wars with everyone, and perhaps laughed more than appropriate when Wanda kept hitting Vision in the face, Steve made a fire in the backyard area and everyone gathered around.

- Let's tell some horror stories, please? - Pietro asked as he sat down, and Tony slapped him on the head, laughing.

- You are such a baby. - he sneered, holding out a bottle of whiskey to Steve. You rolled your eyes, impatient with Stark's annoying mania for proving his maturity.

Then he began to share sex stories, and the group seemed happy to join in. The bottle swirled around, and you let it pass you by without taking a sip. It stopped at Wanda, and she drank much more than anyone else.

- And you, Y/N, don't you have any sinful stories to share with the group? - teased Tony ironically, and you rolled your eyes.

- I prefer to be silent.

Tony laughed at her hostility.

- Now all that's left is for you to say you're a virgin! - he sneered, causing the group to laugh. You exchanged a quick glance with Wanda, who didn't even seem to be listening, the whiskey bottle still in her hands.

- I'm not, but if I were that wouldn't be your business - You retort impatiently. Tony whistles impressed.

- Tell us how it was! - he asks excitedly. - I bet it was Jessica Jones who fucked the weirdo!

You stand up abruptly as the group laughs.

- You're drunk, and you're talking shit. - you say angrily. - But if you ever annoy me again, I will punch you right in the face!

Tony seems slightly impressed by your attitude, but he is clearly drunk so he shrugs his shoulders. You then leave, returning to your room.

Non-Reader Povs

- What is your problem? - Pietro complained as soon as Y/N entered the cabin. Tony blinked surprised and alcoholic.

- It was just a joke, it's not my fault she's weird. - He retorted with a wry laugh.

Pietro let out an irritated exclamation.

- You know what? - He spoke angrily, looking at everyone. - What we're doing is wrong.

- What was that? - Vision sneered, but Pietro looked at him seriously.

- You heard me. - he said, getting up. - She's a nice girl and she's been fun to be with. That bet was stupid.

The teens exchange guilty glances, but then Tony and Vision are laughing.

- One hickey and you're in love, Maximoff? - Vision sneered and stood up, as Pietro clenched his jaw.

- You're an asshole.

- Oh, I'm an asshole? - Vision retorted ironically. - This little scene of yours is absurd, treating your friends as if we were the villains of the story. - he says laughing. - The girl is a weirdo who must be absolutely fascinated that people like us even talk to her!

Pietro looks at him impatiently, but Vision does not lose his debauched posture.

- Shut up. - Wanda's drunken speech startles the group. Vision turns to her in surprise, but then he laughs.

- That's excellent. - He says. - Both Maximoffs teaming up against the group.

- You're full of shit. - Wanda exclaimed angrily, getting up, and Vision shook her head. - She's not...

- She's not what dear? - He interrupted. - You know I'm right. In fact, I bet if you go up to her room right now, you won't even need to ask twice and she'll fuck you.

- Vision! - Pietro exclaims angrily, but he stares only at the redhead, who has her jaw clenched.

- Everyone just wants to fuck you, Wandy. - He says. - There's nothing worthwhile beyond that.

Wanda holds back the tears in her eyes, bumping into Vision as she leaves, and the boy laughs, shouting between giggles that he was only joking, but the redhead doesn't turn around.

- That was cruel. - Potts then said, and Vision let out a wry laugh.

- It was just a joke. - He says and sits back down. - You girls are so sentimental.

Pietro then leaves, and Vision rolls his eyes. Steve and Sam exchange a look with Pepper.

- You can't really think it's okay to say something like that to your girlfriend. - Steve said annoyed. Vision laughs, incredulous at Steve's insinuation. - What is it, people? - he replies. - I just said she's hot, how is that a bad thing?

- You know, Pietro is right. - Steve said as he got up. - This whole story is absurd. - Steve, come on. - No, he is right. - Sam then agreed. And then Pepper stood up, exchanging a look with Tony. - Good, then. - Vision exclaims angrily. - Be my guests! I suppose you'll start hanging out with the school's weirdos on Monday then. You guys are a joke. Hypocrites. Vision grumbles before exiting angrily, walking towards the trail. The group exchanged a guilty look.

Reader Pov

You had just finished showering and putting on your pajamas when Wanda came into your room. You frowned in surprise, and let out an exclamation when she pushed you onto the bed and sat you on your lap.

- What are you doing? - you asked, and Wanda just grumbled, trying to unbutton your pajamas, but clearly too drunk to do so. - Wanda, stop. Wanda!

- That's what you want, isn't it? - She retorts with irritation, but her eyes are filled with tears. - Everyone wants to fuck the hot girl.

- Wanda, what are you talking about?

But then she's crying, falling against you. You let your arms go around her, trying to calm her down. She only stops crying when she falls asleep.

You don't know what has happened, but you feel your heart clench. Moving to the bed, you lay Wanda down on the mattress, then cover her with the blanket.

When you consider going to sleep in the living room, she takes your hand and whispers "stay," and you obey her.

//-//

You wake up with Wanda entwined with you. It is warm and comforting, and you smile shyly at the sensation.

The redhead starts to wake up next, grumbling as she buries her face in your neck, making you smile.

- We have to get up. - You whisper to her. - We're leaving.

- In a minute.

She says and it really only takes a moment for her to open her eyes, and be startled by the position. She awkwardly pulls away from your embrace, but still lies there. You turn on the bed to look at her, resting your face on your hand.

- I'm sorry about last night. - She says embarrassed, looking down.

- No problem. - You say. - But what was that about anyway?

Wanda sighs, running her hands through her hair as she stares at the ceiling, her back on the mattress.

- Vision told me some stupid things, and well, I believed him. - She says and you look at her curiously. With your silence, she clarifies. - It was just some comments he used to make about my body, okay? Things like, people are only interested in me because I'm hot.

You frown, surprised and annoyed.

- That's bullshit.

Wanda looks at you, surprised that you said something. You look into her eyes as you speak again.

- Your boyfriend is an insecure scumbag who uses your body insecurities against you. It's sick. - You tell her seriously. - You, Wanda Maximoff, are completely passionate for a thousand reasons other than your looks. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise.

You smile at Wanda's surprised expression, letting your fingers wander across her features.

- Do you really mean that? - she asks insecurely, and you give her a tender look.

- You're sweet. - You start, letting your fingers caress her cheek. - Smart and sincere. You have this different energy, like you never fit anywhere and you're absolutely magnetic. - You tell her. - And of course, you also laugh at my jokes, which suggests that you are as sarcastic and perceptive as I am.

Wanda smiles and closes her eyes for a second, and then looks at you with almost guilt.

- Can I ask you a random question?

- Sure.

- If someone needed to apologize to you, what would be the best way?

- This is a very specific question, Wanda. Should I be concerned? - You retort with mild amusement, and Wanda quickly denies it.

- Come on, answer me. - She asks, and you giggle.

- I don't know, Wanda. - You say laughing, and roll your eyes slightly. - I guess it would depend on what the person did. - You explain, and Wanda looks at you with a frown. - What's that face, what would your answer be then?

- Food. - She says and you look at her with confusion. - The person would only have to buy me food and apologize and I would forgive them.

You let out a laugh, and Wanda follows. And then you assume a thoughtful posture.

- Honestly, I don't think if there is a right way. - You tell her. - I would like the person to be honest with me, and explain to me what happened. - You say, and Wanda nods with a serious expression. - That, or a really cheesy apology act.

- What? - Wanda asks with amusement.

- Yes, like in those old movies. - You clarify with a slight laugh. - If someone apologizes in the rain, or with a serenade at my window, I would probably forgive that person for the shame they are going through for me.

You and Wanda laugh and then your alarm clock starts to ring, signaling that it was already time for everyone to get up and go home. You sigh slightly.

As you sit up in bed, throwing your feet out, Wanda hugs your back, surprising you.

- Thank you. - She says against your ear. - Don't give up on me yet, okay?

You frown in confusion, laughing without understanding Wanda's seriousness. You squeeze your hands together, but then she lets go.

- Is everything all right? - you ask as she turns around on the bed and stands up in front of you. Wanda swallows dryly, nodding. She smiles before she leaves, and you ignore the strange feeling that has settled on the pit of your stomach as you stand up toward the bathroom.

//-//

The way back to your house is strangely silent. It seems that all of Wanda's friends have changed their personalities overnight. Pietro gives you a quick hug across the shoulders as you get out of the car, and Wanda kisses your cheek. Vision doesn't look at you.

You call your friends as soon as you finish packing your things in your room. And everyone is extremely surprised when you share what has happened in the last few days.

When you return to school the next day, you are feeling excited.

Your first class is Biology, which means that you would have some time alone with Wanda, and while you wait for the starting bell, sitting on the benches outside with your friends, Wanda's group passes you by.

You frown as you notice Vision with his arm around Wanda, and she quickly looks away when she notices you watching. You clench your jaw at the childish attitude, and then you are getting up and walking toward the table they have chosen.

- Can I talk to you? - You ask the redhead directly, who seems to have trouble keeping her gaze on you. Her friends also look awkward, as if they are almost embarrassed, and none of them look at you for very long. Completely unlike Vision, who has a smug posture and a wry smile.

- Leave my girlfriend alone, freak. - He then says, and you blink in surprise.

- What is your problem? - You retort in irritation and Vision lets out a wry laugh.

- What is your problem? - He repeats, getting up and facing you. You don't hesitate, but you don't understand why everyone just stares at you. - What did you think was going to happen, huh? That you would start hanging out with the cool kids?

You look at him in confusion, and then he crosses his arms.

- I just want to talk to Wanda.

Vision laughed, looking mocking.

- You're so stupid. - He accused and you took a step back. - The bet is off girl, Wanda has nothing to say.

You blink in confusion, and the redhead is getting up, pulling on her boyfriend's forearm, but you look at them feeling your heart racing.

- What are you talking about?

Vision laughs, releasing Wanda's grip. You think she whispered "Please don't," but you are trying to understand what is going on.

- Oh, your dear friend didn't tell you? - he asks debauchedly. - We had a bet. I was sure you'd be completely obsessed with Wanda by the end of the holiday, and look at you! Here you are. I don't blame you though, Wanda is hot.

You choke in surprise, taking another step back. You risk a glance at the rest of the group, and they have their heads down, guilty looks on their faces. And then you look at Wanda, eyes watering as she clenches her fists. Feeling your heart break, and your stomach clench, you nod.

- Y/N, I can explain. - Wanda starts and you laugh, running your hands through your hair.

- I've always defended you. - You say, putting your hands in your pockets. - When people told me you were false and deceitful, I defended you. I really thought you were different from them.

- I....

- I can't believe I trusted you. - You say. - Never speak to me again, Wanda Maximoff.

You turned around walking away, ignoring the times the redhead called your name as you held back your tears.

//-//

Your mother told the school that you were sick.

That's how you felt anyway.

It had been three days since you had left your room. Bruce, Monica and Natasha were sending you all the school content you were missing, and you struggled to keep your focus on that and not on the heartbreak that seemed to take over your whole body.

The weekend arrived again, and you decided to get some fresh air. You were on your balcony, sipping hot chocolate when Nat came into your yard.

- Hey, stranger. - She greets you with a smile, sitting down on the seat in front of you. You give her a sad smile.

- Hi, Nat.

- How are you?

You shrug, and she sighs.

- It will pass, I promise. - She says and you drink some of your chocolate. - By the way, I'm suspended.

- What? - You ask in surprise, and she giggles, showing you the bandage on the fingers of her right hand.

- I punched Vision in the nose shortly after you left the cafeteria. - She tells you, and you widen your eyes in surprise. - I didn't say anything before because I didn't want you to feel guilty.

- Nat! - you exclaim, slightly upset, looking at her hand. - You didn't have to do that.

- I know. - she says with a slight laugh. - But you are my friend, and he is an idiot. You're a dork who doesn't have the strength to hurt a fly, but I have a feeling you'd do the same for me.

You laugh, nodding.

- I would probably get beat up in reality.

Nat laughs in agreement.

You are silent for a moment, until Nat speaks again.

- I hate to see you like this. - She comments, and you sigh, leaving the coffee mug on the table.

- I hate feeling like this too.

Nat sighs, opening her arms. You accept her invitation to hug her, and sit down next to her on the bench, letting her wrap you in a side hug.

- You'll come out of this, dear. - She starts to say as she strokes your hair. - Next year you'll be in college, with so many people wanting to get into your pants that you won't even remember who Wanda Maximoff was.

You laugh shyly.

- I hope you are right. - You grumble, closing your eyes.

- I always am.

//-//

You go back to school the following week.

Your body always seems to notice that Wanda is in the same room as you, even though she is meters away, but you learn to deal with the feeling.

You talked to the biology teacher on Monday morning. Apparently, the news quickly spread throughout the school, and she did not refuse to change your partner.

It wasn't an ideal scenario knowing that everyone in the school was feeling sorry for you, but at least you wouldn't have to talk to Wanda in class.

And so two weeks passed.

You were almost getting used to the feeling as you walked towards the main building, after stopping by the library and returning the physics books you were using, when you heard a commotion in the courtyard.

There was already a circle of students around, and you were considering turning around, because fights are not really your thing, but you had a feeling you should check it out.

As you slipped in among the students, you let out a surprised exclamation.

- Bruce! - You shouted as you threw the bag on the ground and lunged forward, but the boy who was fighting with your friend just turned around when you jumped at him, breaking free of your grip and laughing with irony and anger. He slapped you in the face that drew a surprised chorus from the crowd. You staggered back with the impact, feeling your face burn. But you stepped forward again, but he gave you a hard shove that knocked you to the ground. As you got up to go forward again, someone grabbed you around the waist. - Pietro, let me go! Help him!

You let out another exclamation when the boy punched Bruce in the face, but Pietro pushed you away from the fight, and Steve held you by the arms in the crowd. Pietro lunged at the boy next, while Bruce fell unconscious.

You broke free of Steve's grip and ran to your friend, and then there were teachers all around you, and you were all being led into the principal's office.

The counselor motioned for you to sit in one of the chairs to wait your turn, and you used this moment to send messages to your friends. Monica told you that she heard about the fight, but that she was in the history room when it happened. Natasha didn't answer, and when she appeared in front of you, you frowned.

- Nat, Bruce he...

- I know. - She interrupted seriously with an almost tearful expression. - He was fighting for me.

- For you? What?

Nat shook her head, looking toward the direction door.

- I told him not to get involved, but he is stubborn. - She says and then takes a deep breath. - That boy over there, his name is Clint. He's my ex. He... he hit me.

- Whoa, what?

- I know, it's too much to explain. - She says. - Me and Bruce, we... we've been going out for a few weeks now. And Clint wasn't happy when he found out. I told Bruce not to get involved but…

- Hey, Nat breathes. - You interrupt by seeing her eyes filled with tears. - This is not your fault.

You hug your friend, trying to calm her down. It doesn't take long for Monica to reach you two.

Soon the director calls you to give your side of the story, and you just tell him that you arrived in the middle of the fight. As you leave, the principal asks you to go to the infirmary and only then you remember that you were beaten.

You give up the idea of getting a bandage when you find Pietro and the group of friends, including Wanda, in the infirmary, but as soon as the nurse lays eyes on you, she pulls you in, sitting you down on one of the free beds.

She starts grumbling that the students have decided to behave like savages as she rushes over with the first aid kits to attend to all the students who were in the infirmary. You don't quite understand what happened, but it seemed that some kids had made a mess in the pesticide gardening class, so there were several students with red spots on their arms complaining of pain.

- It's okay, I can do it. - You tell the nurse as soon as she approaches you with the first aid kit. She looks at you suspiciously, but then a student at your back lets out a complaint and she sighs, handing the items to you as she leaves. You get up to look in the small mirror on the edge of the bed. There is a small cut on your cheek. That guy really hit hard.

While you were preparing the alcohol swab, Wanda walked over to you. You stared at her reflection in the mirror.

- I can help you with this. - She said about the bandage.

- I don't need your help. - You retorted harshly. Wanda looked at the floor.

- I am sorry.

You blinked in surprise, and turned away in irritation.

- No. - You warned, and Wanda swallowed hard. She looked at you, ready to start talking again, but then you shook your head. - Don't you dare.

- Please…

But you left right away, bumping into her shoulder.

Almost four weeks, and your chest still hurts just the same.

You think the nurse has called you, but you keep walking towards the exit.

When you reached the outer courtyard, you collapsed.

Sitting on the floor, and trying to control your breathing and your crying, you were startled when someone touched your shoulders. Monica didn't ask questions, she just hugged you.

- I can't do it, Mon. - You said between sobs. - I love her so much it feels like I'm going to suffocate.

- Shh, it's okay. - Monica tried to calm you down as she ran her hands down your back.

- Why can't I move on? She hurt me, why can't I stop loving her? - you asked in desperation. Monica just kept calming you.

- I know it feels like the end of the world now. - Monica says. - But I promise it will pass.

You cried for a few more minutes, trying to push or smother the pain away. It wasn't fair the way Wanda had your broken heart in her hand.

//-//

Bruce did not suffer any serious injuries.

You visited him in the infirmary as soon as he was released from the principal's office. He was worried about your swollen crying eyes, but you assured him that everything was fine.

And then he told you that he was in love with Natasha, and that Clint had been expelled. You shook his hand, saying that everything would be all right now. Soon Nat was in the room with you, hugging Bruce, while you went out with Monica to get something to eat.

The week passed quietly after this.

Your friends started the "Moving on squad", and they did everything to keep you distracted and well cared for. It was sweet and caring, and it was enough to keep your feelings well under control.

A few days after that mess, you needed to buy tomato sauce for your mother and found Pietro Maximoff in the supermarket checkout line.

- Hey. - He greeted you politely. You felt your heart race at the possibility that he was with his sister.

- Hi, Pietro. - You answered in the same tone.

You were checking around for signs of the redhead, but Pietro was alone. He said something about the prices, and you just grumbled in agreement, and then it was your turn.

In the parking lot, while you were unlocking your bike, he approached you again.

- I want to apologize to you. - He announced as he approached, and you let out a sigh.

- Look Pietro...

- No. - He interrupts with a quick smile. - I meant it. I'm really sorry. You're a nice girl, and we were idiots.

You stare at him for a moment, then go back to picking the lock.

- Is that all?

- Yes. - He confirms with a wry smile. But when he turns around, you call out to him.

- I... Thank you for that day. - You say. - You pulled me out of the fight. I probably would have got hurt if... what I mean is...

- It's all right.- He interrupts with a smile. - It was nothing.

You nodded and he smiled, turning again and walking away. You finished unlocking the lock and got on your bike.

//-//

The next week you were surprised to find a box of chocolate in your closet.

Nat exchanged a mischievous look with you, and you rolled your eyes absentmindedly, opening the package. It didn't have a name on it, and only said "you are cute".

- I can't believe you have a secret admirer. - Monica commented excitedly when you told her during lunch. Bruce and Natasha were sitting next to you, laughing lightly as they talked among themselves.

- Neither do I. - You comment with humor. - But the chocolates were good at least.

- I think it’s sweet. - She comments with a smile, and you shrug, blushing.

- It's weird. - You say with a slight laugh, and Monica squeezes your red cheeks lightly, saying that you're adorable, making you laugh. - Damn, I'm terrible at these things.

You start talking about the upcoming exams after that, and then the break ends.

It is in the last period of PE that you speak with Pietro again several days after you saw him last.

- Hey. - He greets you with an excited nod. You smile politely as you tie your shoelaces.

- Hi. - You say as he joins you.

- Are you going to the game on Saturday? - he asks, causing you to frown.

- I'm not...

- My god this guy never gives up. - He interrupts with a scowl, looking at something behind you. You turn your head to see what it is, and notice Vision talking to Wanda several feet ahead, near the bleachers. The redhead looks impatient, and you feel your heart ache just by looking directly at her. Shifting your gaze back to Pietro, you notice that he is still grimacing. - They've been broken up for over a month and he still keeps insisting.

You blink in surprise and Pietro looks back at you.

- They broke up?

- I thought you knew. - He quips, slightly surprised, and then shrugs his shoulders. - They broke up that day in the yard. Wanda slapped him in the face in front of the whole school, everyone talked about it for weeks.

- I'm not really into school gossip. - You comment and Pietro laughs.

- Of course not.

You stand up next, your gaze quickly shifting to Wanda, but you disguise it by looking at Pietro, who has an expectant expression on his face. Then you remember the question and let out an exclamation, running your hands through your hair.

- I'm not into sports, Pietro. - You tell him and he nods in understanding, looking upset. - But I like the food. And Natasha loves the games, so maybe I'll show up with my friends there.

Pietro lets out an excited exclamation, and gives you a pat on the shoulder, saying he hopes you can make it, before heading out onto the court.

You ignore the nervous feeling in your stomach when your gaze meets Wanda's on the other side of the court, and you quickly turn away, starting to do your exercises for class.

//-//

You were slightly surprised by Natasha's outfit. She was covered head to toe in school colors, down to a commemorative hat and matching socks. You looked at her with a raised eyebrow, but she just smiled as she pulled you by the hand to Monica's truck.

- How is the story about the secret admirer going? - Nat asked as you sat in the back seat, and Monica drove to school and Bruce fiddled with the radio.

- I received flowers on Wednesday. - You tell with a smile. - And a collection of special gift vouchers.

- What are these? - She asked curiously, and Monica laughed lightly as you felt your cheeks flush.

- It's a special kind of ... eh ... vouchers for hugs, kisses, that sort of thing. - You mumbled clumsily and Natasha laughed.

- My goodness, look at your face! - She laughed. - You are loving how corny this is.

You grumbled with a hot face, turning your gaze to the window. Bruce chose a very good song next, and your friends started singing along. It didn't take long before you joined them.

//-//

The school stadium was quite crowded. Senior year games always had scouts from universities, so you weren't surprised by family members, and well-dressed strangers in the stands, as well as faculty.

- Wow, Mom is going to have fun today. - Monica commented as two you walked to the bleachers. She was looking at her cell phone, and showed you a picture of two glasses of wine that Maria had sent her. - She has a date.

- Have you met them? - you asked curiously, and Monica made a noise with her mouth of agreement.

- She's from the Air Force. Very pretty and fun, and she treated me very well. - She told you with a smile. - I hope everything works out between them, Mom deserves to be happy.

You nod in agreement and then you find empty chairs. Bruce and Natasha join you many moments later, carrying the food.

- Yay, fries. - Monica says excitedly as Natasha distributes the food among you.

The band then enters the stadium. And the crowd seems excited, you and Monica laugh at Natasha's excitement.

As soon as the band makes their formation, the cheerleaders enter the field and the crowd cheers. You try not to look at Wanda so immediately, but that is exactly what you do. When they are all in the center, and finish the performance with lots of applause, the director gets up on the stage and starts announcing the game.

- And without further ado, West View High let's...

The principal is interrupted abruptly by one of the students. You and the audience watch intently as Pepper nudges the principal on the shoulder, and he turns around confused and surprised. She smiles innocently as she quickly takes the microphone from his hand.

- We had a slight change of plans, West View. - she announces, smiling. And then the band is moving on, and you recognize the music quickly. It was an old rock song. The audience sings along excitedly, surprised and in shock, but still happy with the music.

As the music plays, Pepper turns back to the director, and they discuss something. He lets out a sigh and shakes his head, and she gives an excited little jump, and then is joining the cheering team again.

When the song ends, it is not Pepper who comes up to the podium with the microphone, but Wanda, which generates a lot of comments from the audience.

- Is that? - Natasha starts and you feel your stomach turn.

- Yep.

- Hello West View. - Wanda begins looking nervous, the audience looks at her in anticipation. - Many of you must think me a complete bitch after the rumors that surfaced a few weeks ago.

- Oh my God. - You mumble clumsily, feeling the stares of some people on you.

- I think I should explain what happened. - Wanda says tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, and ignoring the comments from the audience, she continues talking. - My ex-boyfriend and my best friends decided to make a bet. - She explains, and you clench your jaw. - He bet my friends that if I gave even the slightest bit of attention to our colleague, Y/N Y/L/N, she would become obsessed with me in one weekend. - The audience seems shocked by the confessions, but Wanda was looking at you. - The funny thing is, it was the exact opposite. Y/N is this amazing girl, sweet and caring, and I can't stop thinking about her. It must be because I am completely in love with her. - She confessed, and you felt your eyes fill with tears. - But I blew it. I was mean and cruel, and I'm sorry. I'm here to apologize to you Y/N, and you don't even have to forgive me. I just wanted you to know.

The audience erupted in murmurs at the confession, and you were in shock to react. Wanda was also teary-eyed.

A mixture of "forgive her" and " start the game" and various other comments began to grow louder, and then Director Fury was approaching Wanda, and asking for the microphone back. She took one last look at you, before bowing her head and walking off the field. The audience let out a mixed chorus of celebration and sadness, and then Monica was pushing you slightly, and you waved frantically as you hurried to catch up to Wanda.

- I can't believe you did that! - You shout at her as soon as you reach her in the gymnasium hallway, the noise of the game starting muffled by the distance.

Wanda turns around in surprise, wiping away tears.

- I just...

- When I said the perfect apology would be like a cliché, I can't believe you took it seriously. - You comment as you approach laughing lightly. Wanda looks surprised at your friendly posture. - You are such a dork.

And then you kiss her as you bring your hands to her waist, and she sighs in astonishment, but responds the next second, trembling as your tongues touch.

You push her against the wall of the hallway, and she slips her arms around your shoulders, melting into the kiss. You separate your mouths for breath.

- I'm sorry. - She asks again with her eyes closed. - I'm really sorry.

- I know. - You agree breathlessly. - Just... don't ever do anything like that again.

She nods in agreement, kissing you again. It's delicious the way your tongues feel together, making your head spin. You are blushing because Wanda is sighing and making a warm tightness rise in the pit of your stomach.

- I love you too, Wands. - You confess against her lips and she opens her eyes in surprise, you look at her with a smile. - I guess ever since you laughed at my joke in biology class.

Wanda lets out a short laugh, her eyes sparkling with joy.

- I love you. - She answers by kissing you quickly. - I love you. - She repeats and starts depositing kisses all over your face, making you laugh. She repeats and repeats until you kiss her again, intensely this time.

You stay like this for several minutes. Exchanging not-so-innocent kisses against the gymnasium wall. Until the first half of the game is over, and you hear the sound of the players returning to the locker room, and then Pietro is reaching for you, making a false threatening posture when he notices your swollen lips, and Wanda's lipstick on your face.

- Please get a room. - He then jokes, continuing on his way to the locker room.

You and Wanda agree to leave the stadium, wanting to enjoy some time together without the stares of the audience on you.

You two end up in the back of Monica's truck, staring up at the stars, your hands entwined.

- So it was you who sent the presents. - You conclude by looking at Wanda quickly, to catch her blushing cheeks.

- I was trying to find a way to talk to you. - She explained, turning to you, releasing her hand only to stroke your cheek. - That's why I made the voucher “worth a conversation”.

You laughed lightly, looking at her fondly.

- I liked the kiss coupon. - You say with amusement and she raises her eyebrow, smiling.

- Yeah? - She replies, bringing your faces together and stealing a lingering kiss from you.

- Best one.

Wanda laughs, pulling away a little. You swallow dryly, watching her carefully.

- What happens now? - you ask, and Wanda looks into your eyes.

- I don't know. - She says. - But I hope we'll be together in the end.

You smile, nodding.

- We will. - You assure her before adjusting your position to embrace her. Wanda snuggles against you, enjoying your warmth.

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A Soulmate Who Wasn’t Meant to Be

Based off of 'A Soulmate Who Wasn't Meant to Be' by Jess Benko.

Summary: After a difficult mission, you go seek out Wanda, only to be faced with disappointment.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x GN!Reader

Warnings: Injuries, gunshot wound, kinda angsty but I think that’s it.

A/N: So this originally was supposed to be like super angsty but I couldn’t help myself sooo enjoy!

(not my gif)

To the entire world, you and Wanda were a perfect couple. Full of love and appreciation for each other. Soulmates even. She made you believe in love.

You had met during the whole Ultron situation and instantly clicked. Being close in age and having similar family experiences made you close.

She was gorgeous too. And while you wanted her because of her personality and good soul, there was no denying her beauty. Her soft green eyes and brown locks were enough to make you swoon.

She was always doing the most for you. Comforting you after a difficult mission or nightmare. Tending to your cuts and kissing your bruised better. Making you dinner and little treats. And the girl loved cuddling with you.

You did the same for her. Being there when her powers became to much to handle and bringing her back down from her head. Running her baths and giving massages when she was sore.

You often held hands when in public and cuddled up in private. Soft kisses on the cheek and forehead. You were almost always touching.

She was your love and you were hers.

Until you weren't.

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It took you 6 months to realize how much you and Wanda had been drifting.

Missions had been almost non-stop for you. And when you got back, you would look for Wanda before giving up and collapsing in your bed. It became a vicious cycle and at one point you didn't see her for 3 weeks.

This last mission had been incredibly hard. You had to power through minor injuries to get the children being held hostage. They had all gotten out without a scratch but you hadn't been so lucky. An agent had gotten a shot at you arm and you get cut something in the back of your foot when walking back into a piece of shrapnel.

Clint had to come back and help you out of there as you limped to the quinjet. He cleaned your bullet wound to the best of his ability, making sure you wouldn't bleed out, before heading back to the compound.

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Dr. Cho had you fixed up in no time. Her regeneration cradle was a life save (literally) and your wounds were fixed with almost no scarring. You had thanked her profusely before heading to go find Wanda, needing some comfort.

You looked everywhere. Your bedroom and hers, the kitchen, the living room, roof. Unfortunately you had walked past a room with its door slightly open and decided to check. God you wished you hadn't.

You let out a soft gasp at the scene before you. Vision and Wanda making out, their hands all over each other. You stumbled back and hit the doorframe, alerting them of your presence.

"Y/N..." Het voice was soft as she pushed away from Vision and towards you. But you backed away from her before she got to close.

"I can't right now, I..." You turned and sped off as your now ex-girlfriend called after you.

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The team noticed your odd behaviors almost instantly.

You had become cold and closed off again, spending most of the time in your room. And if you were around Wanda you sent not so sneaky remarks her way.

Wanda had cooked more and drifted away from Vision suddenly. She was more timid than normal and rarely spoke, letting you spit harsh words her way. It pained her to hear them but she knew she deserved it.

Natasha was the first one to snap. She couldn't take the feuding any longer.

"Both of you, sit," The team had been gathered in the living room and the Russian had left no room for questions before continuing. "Look, I don't know what has gotten in between the both of you, but I'm sick of it. What happened to the sweet lovey dovey couple who literally could not keep their hands off each other?"

You both kept silent. Wanda feeling guilty, and you not wanting to expose her to her family and friends. Natasha sighed and sat stood, looking down at the two of you.

“Look. There is clearly something wrong between the two of you and the team and I just want to he-” You stood up abruptly, saying a small apology before rushing off to your room. At this point all eyes were on Wanda as she fidgeted with her rings. “Wanda?”

“I cheated on her...” She muttered. “I didn’t even mean to.” Her voice was small and shaky as she stared at the ground. Her eyes were glossy with tears and a small whimper made Nat sit next to her.

“What do you mean?” The redhead questioned softly.

“Vision kissed me and she walked in. I- I still love her. I just missed her and it was in the moment but it felt so so wrong, and I feel horrible for what I did. I am so sorry. I truly-” She cut herself off with a chocked sob. Her head fell into her hands and she wished that her magic could take everything back.

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You sat on the tiled ground with your back against your bathroom door. Quiet sobs left your body as tears cascaded down your face. Sure, it had hurt seeing them together, but nothing hurt more than wanting her back. You wanted her to hold you against her as you cried. You wanted Wanda to wipe your tears she whispered sweet nothings into your ear. All you wanted was to be comforted and loved by the woman you called your home.

Luckily, your thoughts were loud. One thing Wanda had learned, was when one’s thoughts were emotional they became louder. So she had heard your thoughts very clearly and rushed to your room as quickly as possible. The door was unlocked and she came to your bathroom, gently rapping her knuckles on the door.

“Darling?” A loud sob came at the sound of her voice. She tried to push but gave up, not wanting to hurt you. “Y/N. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I just missed you so very much and I was talking to Vision and we got caught up in the moment. That kiss meant nothing to me baby. Absolutely nothing. I love you.” She felt the doorknob turn and backed away.

You must've looked like a wreck with tear stains and messy hair from pulling at it. Wanda couldn’t have thought you looked more beautiful but she didn’t think now was the right time to say anything. You fell into her body and she almost fell with you, catching you just in time. She held you as you continued to let out your emotions for the first time in weeks.

Eventually you grew tired and Wanda helped your over to your bed. She kissed your head and went to leave when her arm was pulled back. “Please don’t leave me.” Your voice was hoarse from crying and it cracked and shook. Wanda pulled the sheets back and allowed you to pull her down. She kept you close to her as you slept, not sleeping until she was positive you were knocked out.

“I will never leave you my dear.” She whispers softly before letting sleep overtake her too.

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A/N: Kind of debating making a part 2 with lots of angst

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haileygarciasunshine · 3 years

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Wanda Maximoff Masterlist

Created: 05/27/21

Last Updated: 05/27/21

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crystalxwitch · 2 years

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Hands - W. Maximoff

Summary: Wanda helps you get ready for the Halloween party in more ways than you previously hoped for.

Pairing: WandaMaximoffxreader

Word count: 3k

Tags: This is a 18+ story, minors DNI / smut, fingering (r receiving), praise, top!Wanda, slight choking, lots of neck kissing because hot

"Look at me." Her fingers grab your chin, turning your face around to look at her. "I can't apply lipstick if you look the other way, y/n."

You don't actually know how you got here, laying on her king-size bed on the upper floor of the sorority house. The only thing you can remember is Wanda grabbing your hand and shoving you inside her bedroom as she walks in on you hopelessly trying to apply your makeup for the Halloween party.

Now you lay underneath her, only wearing a lacy white dress that she lent you for the occasion, insisting on you to wear something else than the boring black cape from last year.

"Firstly, you're more of an angel than I am, y/n. Secondly, I order you to wear it tonight, so there's no space for complaining here."

"Sorry." You mutter, the answer rolling off your tongue way too quickly.

A pathetic habit you somehow only showed in the presence of her. Wanda always had this effect on you, the moment you laid eyes on her in the common room. Her red hair shimmering in the light at that moment is still burned in your mind.

But who could blame you if they knew that you had the most gorgeous girl hovering above you. More specifically, a girl wearing only a see through red blouse, the material tempting you with the simple movement of it against her soft skin. Wanda isn't in her costume yet, the black-red dress placed over the chair in front of her desk. Her devil costume with the additional small horns to it. If one can even call it that, as it is practically only a shred of cloth. Your trail of thoughts dissolves into thin air as her thumb runs over your bottom lip. The roughness of her skin against your soft one sends a shiver down your spine.

"Shit. I messed up." Wanda subconsciously narrows her eyes, leaning a bit forward as she removes the over-painted lipstick. "Hold still."

Her perfume washes over you, the proximity overwhelming your already scrambled brain. Forced to stare at her, not allowed to hide yourself from her addicting beauty, your eyes move over her face. Faint freckles' dottle her nose. Moving your gaze further down, your heart beats faster at her slightly parted lips. Her teeth worry her bottom lip, seeming highly concentrated on her task. She looks beautiful like this. Up-close, Wanda is even more breathtaking than admiring from afar.

Attention drifting further down, your eyes halt at her hand. Black nail polish highlights her fingers, but you like her silver rings even more. Wanda never steps out of her room without them, practically wearing them every hour of the day. You don't understand that obsession, but in the end you don't mind it. Her rings seem to draw your attention to her hands every time you lay eyes on her.

But each time she somehow feels your gaze lingering on her, her emerald eyes catching yours from across the room. A silent glint in them the moment you avert your eyes and hide your blushing cheeks.

"See something you like?"

Your shocked gaze flickers to her face, being caught in your not so subtle staring. Not again. You actually thought that she wouldn't notice, too focused on removing the lipstick on the bottom of your lip. Now lying flat on her bed, trapped under her questioning eyes, you only want to flee the scene.

She shifts a little, resulting in a change of balance. The previous position of the redhead sitting above you on her knees that made your head stay clear is now gone. Instead, she settles herself on your lap, the fabric of her jeans brushing over your naked thighs.

Wanda licks over her bottom lip, not removing her thumb off your lip, but instead lets it rest there. "I have seen you staring at my hands every time we talk, nervously fiddling with your sweater. I guess that could just be a minor coincidence, but we both know that that's not the case, isn't that right, malishka?"

Your throat runs dry, her tone laced with fake pity electrifying a spark between your legs. You take in a deep breath, feeling like you can't breathe around her anymore. What is she doing to you? Instead of answering her, you continue to stare at her with wide, innocent eyes.

"Don't you think I've noticed the way you get all flustered around me, eyes darting to my hands while they get a little darker." She teases, the corners of her lips tucking into a devilish smirk.

"I can only imagine what dirty thoughts run through that pretty head of yours, innocent dreams that grow all more desperate the longer you stare at them."

Everything she says is the truth, and she knows it, only highlighting her amusement as you try to control yourself. If your racing heart isn't evidence enough for it is sure is the faint blush spreading over your face. Wanda enjoys toying with you, debating about how long until you would give in.

"I'm sure you imagined my fingers running through your hair, caressing your lovely face with my fingertips." As if underlining her statement, she runs her fingers over your jawline, tingles following her movements. "Mhm, but that wouldn't be enough for you, right?"

Is this a dream? If so, you pray to every god that you wouldn't wake up any time soon.

"Wanda." You breathe out, thoughts racing in your mind.

Is she only teasing you out of boredom, or does she truly mean it, wanting you just as much as you longed for her.

"Yeah?" She smiles, tilting her head to the side and brushing her thumb over your cheek. "What is it, darling?"

Wanda watches as your pupils grow wide, dilated with lust, as her thumb runs over your bottom lip. Ever so barely, she pushed her finger inside, a small sigh passing your mouth. Willingly, you part your lips wider, your breathing becoming irregular as her finger touches your tongue.

"You want my fingers?"

She moves her hand down your neck, over your breast and down your waist. You remain silent, not trusting yourself to speak. Her fingers rub small circles over the inside of your thigh, enough to send another wave of desire through your body, but not enough to satisfy your needs. If so, it only increases the discomfort between your legs, feeling your panties getting wetter with each second.

Her emerald eyes bore into yours, her teeth sinking into her soft lip as she tilts her head to the side. Tingles shoot through your body, her fingernails digging into the soft flesh of your thighs. The grab isn't painful, the silent message in her actions telling you to answer her question.

"Yes."

She leans down, lips crashing together with passion. Immediately, her tongue brushes inside your mouth as her hand touches your clothed pussy due to the force of the movement. You whimper, hands sinking into her mass of hair to hold yourself at bay. But Wanda doesn't let you. With a forceful push, she grabs your wrists and pins them down above your head. As she leans back, you try to chase her swollen lips, not able to let her delicious kisses go just yet.

"Not there." She groans, dark eyes scanning your face. "You let those pretty hands where I put them, alright?"

You let out a shaky exhale. "Yeah."

"Good girl."

A smirk plays around the corner of her mouth, licking over her bottom lip in thought. Hands remaining above your head, she abandons her hold on them again. Slowly, she straightens her back, attention drawn to her fingers as they move teasingly over her body. Awestruck and in trance, you watch her fumble with the buttons off her blouse. You heavily gulp as the silk material slips off her shoulders, revealing a red lace bra. Her hardened nipples pressed against the thin material, begging for attention.

"What goes on in that head of yours?" Wanda grins, a knowing glint in her eyes as she innocently runs her hand over her chest. "I doubt that you have never seen a half naked girl sitting on top of you."

"Never a girl as beautiful as you." The comment mindlessly slips out of your mouth, following the movements of her hands. Your eyes are drawn to it like moths to a flame. "You're the prettiest girl I have ever laid eyes-"

You press your lips shut, realizing the words passing your lips the moment her faint chuckles reach your ears. Wanda watches your already pink cheeks turn to scarlet. In moments like this, you hate the way her presence pushes your mind on autopilot, not comprehending your words when it's too late to hold back.

"You're adorable. Sometimes too adorable for your own good, sweet girl." Wanda pushes her hair over the shoulder, settling her knee between your thighs and hovering above you. "Sweet girls get rewarded, you know?"

Her fingertips ghost over the place where you need her the most, barely touching you. Wanda abandons her hold on your neck, lips moving towards your ear. You shudder, her hot breath fanning over your skin as she whispers sweet poison into your ear.

"There? You want me to touch you here?" She voices out breathy, smiling lazily. "I can't read your mind, you need to use those pretty words."

You feel dizzy with want, chest heaving as her thumb ever so barely flicks over your clit over the fabric of your panties. "Y-yes."

"You have to ask me nicely, or you won't get it at all."

"Please, Wanda. Touch me."

Wanda hums, clearly satisfied with your answer. Kissing you with unsatisfied desire, she thankfully shuts up your stuttering. Not able to keep up with her, you sink into the mattress, letting her ravish you the way you always dreamed of. But now it is reality, the girl of your guilty nights of pleasure moving above you in a desperate dance.

You can't handle the faint touches anymore, whimpering as her fingertips touch you, but it's not enough. Nothing seems to be enough. "Inside. Please, I need you inside me."

Wanda disconnects your lips, the movements of her fingers stopping altogether. "You're literally such a sweet little angel. Asking me so nicely, begging for attention. It makes me want to ruin you."

Before you can beg for her to do something, anything to ease the discomfort between your thighs, she pushes two fingers into you without warning. You gasp, holding back to not move your hands from your place on the mattress, too afraid to have a little taste of pleasure only to have it snapped away again. Instead, you squeeze your eyes shut as her grunts dill your ears. But as you feel a cold feeling against your skin, your eyes snap open again at the unfamiliar sensation. Quickly, you realize that it must be one of her many rings adoring her fingers.

"W- Wanda.. Your ring." You try to communicate your thoughts through uneven pants, miserably failing as your words drown into a mess of moans.

She doesn't even seem to care or truly doesn't notice it, continuing her fast pace. Pleasure blooms inside your stomach. Wanda curls her fingers inside, hitting the sweet spot with each thrust.

"There! That's the spot.. Please, don't stop."

And she doesn't. Wanda seems to pick up her punishing pace even more, fucking you so hard that your body moves up and down the bed. In the heat of the moment, her hand grabs the front of your dress. Your eyes widen before you can hear the ripping sound echoing through the room. Cold air hits your chest, not wanting to wear a bra under the already tight dress.

You eye her with a scolding expression, noticing her satisfied glimmer in her eyes. "Ups."

"That was my costume!"

"Stop whining. I'll give you another one later." Wanda shuts you up, her other hand coming upwards to squeeze your breast. "This was definitely worth it."

You want to roll your eyes at her, but her mouth moving down to seal her lips around one nipple catches you off guard. Her tongue runs in circles around the spot, switching between sucking and licking over it. Your breathing grows heavier, the simultaneous stimulus multiplying the increase in your stomach by a thousand. Ever so quickly it becomes too much, the touch nearing the edge of painful pleasure.

"It's too much, please." You squeeze your eyes shut, tears burning in the corner of your eyes. Your stomach burned, something building up inside you at an enormous rate. "Wanda, slow down."

Moving you by the throat again, Wanda shakes her head as she continues to move her fingers in and out of you at a forceful pace. A painful nip at your lip electrifies a groan, gasping as she flicks her thumb over your clit. She starts sucking on your neck, teeth never far behind her lips. You squirm, your hips rolling against her hand subconsciously as her fingers massage you just right.

"You will take it, every fucking thing I give you. A desperate girl dreaming about this for far too long deserves every single ounce of attention that I'm willing to give her." Wanda breathes harder, sounding as aroused by all of this as much as you are. "And I'm willing to give you so much, sweet girl."

You suddenly feel shy under her cocky stare, biting down on your tongue. How could she know about your state of feelings already? You thought you were subtle with it, too embarrassed to face the truth that she was too perfect for you. The laughs of a few girls still ring in your ear, catching you gawking at her during the last pool party. The sight of her black skimpy bikini top is still etched in your brain, not leaving your mind for the following days.

Her thumb and forefinger grab your chin tightly. "You can pretend all you want, y/n. I can see the mess you're making on my hand."

You blush at her words, but you can't deny it, feeling the wetness run down your thighs and on the bed, ruining the sheets in the process. She chuckles dryly at the sight of you, legs spread apart with your lips parted in a silent moan, unable to close your mouth. Her pride swelled, not removing her attention from your eyes that nearly rolled back in your head. She makes it her goal to let you see stars, needing to control herself to not reveal the same feelings she has for you as you have for her.

Wanda isn't someone who likes to talk about such stuff. Let alone topics surrounding her emotions. Nevertheless, it would be a lie if she said that whenever you shyly turned away from her, you lit a perk of interest deep inside her heart.

"You have no idea how often I imagine you like this, dripping down my hand while you make those sinful sounds." She whispers, pressing open mouth kisses down your throat and painting your skin with bruises. "I hate the way the other girls look at you, practically undressing you with their eyes."

"But they can't wish for someone who they can't have. You're mine now, malishka. And one thing you must know is that I don't like to share my belongings."

You want to protest. Uphold some kind of self-respect. But her raspy voice and the promise of being hers let every word on your tongue go down the drain. You never thought that Wanda would even pay an ounce of attention to you, the silent girl with her unusual outburst of shyly rambles in the most inconvenient moments.

Feeling your wall clench hard around her fingers at her words, Wanda's smile only widens. A devilish glint in her eyes, her thrust become harder while your legs slowly begin to twitch harder around her. You are about to come, dancing on the edge and threatening to fall. But Wanda is there, teeth sinking into her lip and holding you still around the neck.

So you let yourself fall.

Her name echoes inside the room, sounds becoming blurry as your eyes roll into the back of your head. Wanda swallows your cries with her mouth, letting your hands sink into her hair without protest. You breathe hard against her lips, stomach flexing as you slowly calm down.

Drunk on pleasure, you lean your head back against the cushion. A shaking hand holds on to her shoulder, your legs trembling as the aftershocks rock through you. Wanda slowly moves her fingers out of you, a deep sigh leaving your mouth at the empty feeling.

"I always wanted to make you scream like that. I doubt that I have to worry about any girl's temptations to follow you around anymore, judging by the volume of your screams."

"Wasn't that your plan all along?"

She only grins, moving her fingers towards her mouth. Before the redhead can taste the evidence of the event off her skin, you grab her hand, moving it towards your face. Parting your lips, you gently take her fingers into your mouth. Wanda lazily smiles down on you, her pupils dilating even more, if that's even humanly possible.

"That's it. That's my girl."

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Marry me

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: Today is the wedding day of the love of your life. But she is not marrying you.

Word count: 9.087

Warnings: alcohol; angst; fluff

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Present

Today is the worst day of your life. But you can't show it, because today is the happiest day in the life of the person you love. And it's all for the same reason.

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Fourteen years ago

You and Wanda are best friends. Since the first day of school you have connected in an inexplicable way and have been inseparable ever since.

Today you're lying on the floor of Wanda's living room watching a romantic comedy movie. You like these movies, but not nearly as much as Wanda likes them. Every time you go to see one of these movies, her eyes are glazed over.

Once you decided to count how many seconds she could go without blinking, but you lost count before she closed her eyes, so you gave up.

But, yeah, she loves those movies. And if there's anything involving marriage, her eyes light up even more.

"I want a perfect wedding someday." She says daydreaming, her gaze locked on some point ahead and you watch her intently. "In a really nice garden. With hanging lights and magnolias all over the ground." She says smiling, gesturing as if those things are there right now and you can't help but smile too.

"And I'm going to wear a crown of butterflies." She adds and you giggle softly. "A crown of butterflies?" You ask and she agrees without hesitation. "A silver crown with several butterflies on it."

"That sounds very nice." You comment and she smiles fondly at you. You say nothing more, and when Wanda's parents call the two of you to dinner, you go. And your mind constantly drifts back to Wanda's wedding with her crown of butterflies.

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Eight years ago

It's Steve's birthday and as captain of the football team and the most popular kid in school, you'd expect his party to be... Well, what is.

You didn't even know that Steve knew that many people, much less knew that a house like that could hold that many people. And Steve's house is quite big.

As you walk through the crowd looking for your friends, several guests congratulate you on yesterday's game and you thank them with a shy smile.

Soon you see your friends in a circle on the couches in the living room, and your heart almost stops when you see Wanda. She looks beautiful. You always think she's beautiful, actually. But it’s always a different beauty from the day before, as if her beauty reinvents itself every day, or if your brain decides to scramble your memories just so you can get lost in her beauty and make a fool of yourself every time you see her.

It didn't make sense, really. But that doesn't matter either. Because there she is, radiant as ever, and here you are, completely lost in all her features and unable to do anything about it.

"Look, there’s the hero of the match!" Steve says when he sees you coming and you laugh shyly. "You're the one who scored the point." You say, hugging him tight and he laughs. "Yeah, but only because you backed me up." He retorts and you smile and wish him a happy birthday. The blond thanks you and hugs you once more.

You hug your friends one by one and save your last greeting for Wanda. "Hi." You say shyly, placing a soft kiss on her cheek and Wanda feels her cheeks warm under your touch. "Hi." She replies with a shy smile and you reciprocate.

"Let's get started guys!" You hear Sam's voice approaching you, he and Bucky bringing shots for everyone in the group. You all laugh and turn your glasses around, and you try not to make a grimace as the liquid goes down burning your throat.

All your friends are drinking heavily, and you’re quite aware that you are too. But Wanda is dancing with you, her face inches from yours so nothing else matters.

Your head is spinning a bit now, and doing anything seems very difficult. You think about going to sit down, but Wanda pulls you by the hand. You don't know where she's taking you, but it's Wanda, so you'll always go when it’s with her.

When the two of you arrive in the kitchen, you see that two people you don't know are making out against the refrigerator. Wanda starts to laugh at the scene. You don't understand why, but you also find it funny so you start laughing with her.

You laugh for a while, both of you not even remembering why you went into the kitchen in the first place. Your cheeks hurt from laughing so hard, but you keep laughing. You laugh until Wanda holds your face and kisses you.

Then you stop laughing immediately, wrapping your arms around her waist. Wanda sighs and you feel your head spin. The effect of the alcohol coupled with the effect of Wanda being so close makes your legs go numb.

You feel that you need to sit down, to lie down perhaps. But stopping kissing Wanda is not an option so you keep kissing her. After a while you feel you need to breathe. And breathing is not something you can go without, so you pull away.

Wanda looks at you with swollen lips, smeared lipstick, and pupils so dilated that you can barely see the green of her eyes. Or maybe you can't see the green because you're too drunk to focus your vision on literally anything.

But either way, she looks beautiful and you wonder why you stopped kissing her. Wanda starts laughing again. The brunette's laughter is so infectious that you start laughing too, without even knowing what's so funny.

Soon Nat and Steve join you. They ask what you’re laughing at and when you say you don't know, they laugh too.

The idea was that Wanda and Pietro would sleep over at your place after the party, because your parents are not at home and the twins' parents can't even dream about the deplorable state their children are in.

But when you and Wanda decide to leave and see Pietro hooking up with a girl you don’t know, you laugh and go home just the two of you.

Your house is close to Steve's so you decide to walk. Wanda is clearly way more drunk than you are, and you need to support the brunette so that she doesn't fall all the way home. But you are also quite drunk so you stumble and almost fall frequently, eliciting a long laugh from both of you every time.

When you both get home, you go straight to your room. Wanda often sleeps at your place, after all, she’s your best friend. But it always made you agonizingly nervous. But this time, your head is spinning so much that no thought seems to last more than two seconds in your head. So when you both lie in bed, you immediately fall asleep.

Wanda wakes up with an unbearable migraine. As she tries with all her might to open her eyes, flashes from last night comes incessantly in her head. But all she can remember is drinking too much and dancing even more (which explains why her legs hurt so much when she tries to move them). Anything else that happened that night is a complete blank.

After expending all her energy, Wanda manages to turn over on her stomach, but a disgruntled groan escapes her mouth as soon as she does. Regret consumes her at the moment the sunlight comes through her closed eyelids.

"Good morning, sleeping beauty." Wanda hears you say. You whisper, but that alone is enough to make Wanda's head explode, so she squeezes her eyes shut even tighter and mumbles for you to shut up. You laugh, and Wanda feels the mattress sink down next to her, indicating that you have sat down. "That's not very princess-like."

You joke, and Wanda smiles softly. Wanda hears the rustling of the curtains and soon the room gets darker, so she allows herself to open her eyes. You are looking at her with an amused smile and she pulls the comforter over her face, drawing another giggle from you.

"Shut up." She mumbles, and you laugh amusedly. "But I didn't say anything." She pulls the comforter off of her face and stares at you displeased with your amused expression. She knows very well why you’re finding the whole situation funny.

Wanda has always criticized her friends, including you, for drinking. Not that she didn't drink when you got together, but she didn't always, and when she did, it was always just a little. But yesterday she decided to allow herself a little more. And the result was splendid, as can be noted.

But instead of teasing her, you take a glass of water and some pills that you left on the nightstand and hand them to her. Wanda accepts the pills with a grateful smile and doesn't think twice before ingesting them.

She wants to ask you what happened last night, but she doesn't want to give you even more reasons to tease her, so she tries to remember it herself. But even trying hard, all Wanda can remember is drinking, dancing, drinking and dancing. And she feels regret and embarrassment rising.

Meanwhile, you watch her intently. You remember the kiss. In fact, it was the first thing that came into your mind when you woke up. You want to talk to her about it. Maybe this is the perfect opportunity to tell her about your feelings after all this time.

You try to muster up the courage, but as soon as it comes, Wanda laughs dryly with a grimace of disgust. "Gee, last night was a mistake."

She says and you feel your shoulders drop immediately, all the hope that has grown inside you washed away at once. "You think so?" You ask trying as hard as you can to disguise the pain in your voice and Wanda looks at you with an incredulous frown.

"Are you kidding? That was the stupidest thing I've ever done!" She says huffing and throws herself back on the bed, covering her face with her hands. "My God, what a huge mistake. We shouldn't have done that.” She grumbles, remembering all the drinks she had yesterday.

You massage your hands nervously, as if all the hurt will go away if you squeeze them enough. But nothing was able to erase the pain from Wanda's words. She didn't feel the same way you did. You had your answer now. Sighing deeply, you decide to suppress your feelings and give a sad smile before answering.

"Yeah, I guess we shouldn't have."

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Six years ago

You did a great job in dealing with your feelings for Wanda. You still loved her unconditionally, but if the brunette didn't feel the same way about you, then you had to learn to deal with it. And that's what you did. And everything was fine, but nothing stays fine for long.

Today is game day. Actually, today is the game day. It's the last game of the year, and this being your last year of school, it was also your last game.

You’d like to say that you’re cool, that you’re going to enjoy the game with your friends, since it will be your last game you play with them as well. But the stands will be full of scouts from universities around the country. Your grades aren't bad, but they are not enough to get you into college by themselves, so you need to have a good performance in the game tonight.

As if this wasn't enough to make you anxious, Nat comes looking for you in the locker room. "I need to talk to you.” She says as soon as Carol and Valkyrie leave the locker room. You’re alone now, and Nat's uneased expression worries you, but you don't have time to talk so you signal for her to speak at once.

"Wanda likes you." She says and you frown in both confusion and shock. So many questions are racing through your mind, but you can't get any of them out. "What?"

That's all you can say. And your coach is calling you so you run out of the locker room and Nat doesn't follow you, so you figure she's just decided to drop this bomb on you and let you blow yourself up with it, but soon you hear her screaming from behind you.

"She likes you, (Y/n)! Trust me!" You look back. You understand that you can't talk right now, but that alone wouldn't give you any reasurence. Until you see Nat's eyes. She stares at you with knowing eyes, and you have been her friend long enough to know that whenever she gives you that look, she is right.

Then you come to the field. Your eyes immediately scan the bleachers. The crowd of people makes you feel small, and the many men in suits makes you feel even smaller.

But your eyes meet Wanda's and she smiles at you, shouting your name and words of encouragement. She turns around, and you see that your nickname is drawn on the back of her T-shirt, and you laugh, a warmth building in your chest and spreading throughout your body. With one last smile at the girl you love, you put your helmet on and turn your attention back to the opposing players, determined to play the best game of your life.

You gave your best, more than you have given in all the other games in your life, and the result is evident. Your school wins with a crushing score difference.

Your team seems to recognize your unusual performance too, because as soon as the game is over everyone lifts you up and starts shouting your name. You laugh and celebrate, but all the time your eyes are searching for Wanda.

Soon you see her, shouting and celebrating too, a proud smile on her face that just makes you want to kiss her even more.

As soon as your friends put you down you walk over to her. She is not looking at you now, immersed in a conversation with some friends but you keep walking. Determined to tell her what you've been holding in your chest for so long.

But unfamiliar hands pull your face to the side and soon your lips are connected to those of someone you have no idea who it is. You pull away quickly, pushing the girl away immediately. You figure she's one of the cheerleaders but you don't even bother to check who it is, your eyes immediately returning to the last place you saw Wanda.

Your heart beats faster when you see that she is no longer there. You run through the crowd of people looking for the brunette. While many congratulate you on the game, you barely pay attention to them, concerned only with finding Wanda and wishing immensely that she hadn't seen the kiss.

You walk to the back of the stands and immediately wish you hadn't gone there. You find Wanda. But she is being pressed against the wall by a guy you don't know.

Heartbroken, you walk back out onto the field, the image of Wanda kissing someone else burning in your mind. Burning so intensely it makes your eyes burn.

As soon as you rejoin the team, your coach calls you, saying that several scouts are looking to talk to you. You follow him and spend much of the evening talking to several representatives from various universities, but your enthusiasm is completely gone.

-----

Four years ago

You and Wanda went to the same college. Which is what you both always wanted.

You always dreamed of going to the same college so you could share a room and spend as much time together as possible.

But none of that happens.

After the last game, you never told Wanda about your feelings for her, assuming that Natasha was wrong since Wanda was kissing the guy in the bleachers, who you later found out was Jarvis Stark. And after Wanda saw you kissing another girl after the game, she realized that all the little jokes her friends made about you liking her were not true, so when Jarvis called her, she accepted.

Wanda started dating Jarvis and you, in an attempt to forget the brunette, started getting involved with all the girls you could get involved with.

You didn’t understand why Wanda didn't like any of the girls you went out with. And Wanda didn't understand why you got so weird whenever Jarvis was around or even mentioned.

But you both kept pushing these doubts to the back of your minds, avoiding as much as possible to create expectations about a feeling that should remain buried.

With all these questions and so many more tests and assignments, you and Wanda were growing apart, the distance eating you both up inside.

Until one day the weight of it all overwhelmed you, and you decided to go to your special place. It was nothing much, just a wooden bench under a big tree. But the rustle of the leaves and the yellowish light of the lamppost calmed you for some reason. So you went there.

Walking in silence, your hands stuffed into your coat pockets to protect yourself from the cold of the night, you stop abruptly when you realize that someone is already there.

"Hi." You say hello and Wanda startles, not having seen you arrive. She looks at you and her expression softens, but her smile is almost hesitant when she says hello.

"What are you doing here?" You ask sitting down next to her and Wanda shrugs, staring at somewhere in the distance. "I just like coming here sometimes. It helps me think."

At her explanation, you chuckle softly and Wanda looks at you with a curious frown and you shake your head dismissively. "Nothing, it's just that I come here to think sometimes, too."

"We seem to think a lot alike." Wanda replies, a shy smile appearing on her face and you smile, looking down next. "Yeah, I don't think anyone ever doubted that."

Wanda nods and looks straight ahead again. You fall silent, and soon Wanda begins spinning the rings on her fingers. You frown, knowing this is a sign of anxiety, but before you can ask, she speaks.

"I miss you." She confesses and your mouth immediately goes dry. It was clear that you had drifted apart, but neither of you had commented on this before. You swallow dryly, and avoid looking at her when you answer. "I miss you, too."

Wanda smiles at you, even though you are not looking at her. Neither of you knew what to say, because you both knew that once the words started coming out, they wouldn't stop, and the result might be catastrophic.

But neither of you could stand the distance any longer, so you stretch out your arm on the bench with a warm smile and Wanda smiles in the same way, coming closer to you. When she wraps her arms around your waist and rests her head on your chest, you hug her tight.

You both feel a huge weight lifting off your backs and sigh, both of you with silly smiles on your faces.

And so things get better.

-----

Two months ago

Wanda just graduated and everyone is celebrating. You graduated last semester and got a job recently, so everyone is kind of celebrating your achievement too.

All the while, you insist that the celebrations are about Wanda, but the brunette insists on inserting you into everything, and you accept it all with a silly smile on your face.

You have just come home from work, and you pick up the mail as you walk into your apartment. You check the envelopes without much enthusiasm. But then a bigger and nicer envelope than the others catches your eye. As soon as you read the words, all the other envelopes fall to the ground.

Wanda Maximoff & Jarvis Stark.

There was more information written on the paper. But you didn't have to read it to know what it was. In fact, you couldn't read it even if you wanted to. Because your vision is blurred, your head is spinning wildly, and every second is getting harder and harder to breathe.

You place the invitation carefully on the counter. Not out of caution, but because of the feeling that that was a lethal weapon that would go off at any moment. Explode and turn you into a million pieces. That's how you felt, anyway.

You walk back to the front door, walking clumsily as you pick up your cell phone and dial a number. "Can we meet?" You say as soon as Nat answers and you don't have to say anything else, because she got the invitation too and she already knows.

When you tell her the address you hang up, and spend the whole way trying to hold back the tears and screams that are trying so hard to escape you.

"I can't believe she's getting married." You say and take a long sip of your beer. The bitter taste of the drink mixes with the bitter taste of the truth make you grimace. As soon as you realize that the bottle is empty you mumble something that even you don't understand and slam the glass harder than necessary against the table.

"Are you going to tell her how you really feel?" Nat asks, drinking her beer in a much more polite manner than you. You laugh dryly and take the bottle to your mouth again but then remember that it’s empty and grumble again, raising your hand to call the waiter.

"Are you kidding me? She's getting married, Nat. I've already lost my chance. It's too late." With each word your voice becomes more broken by pain, but you take a deep breath.

When the waiter arrives, you order two beers. "I haven't finished mine yet." Nat says, waving her nearly full bottle in front of you. "I know, they’re both for me." You explain and Nat casts you a judgmental look, but says nothing.

"I just think she would like to know." Nat says with a knowing look after the waiter walks away and you feel your sadness turn to irritation. "Don't." You warn, pointing your finger at her. "Not again."

"I wasn't wrong last time." She retorts and you snort, shaking your head in irritation. "And I'm not now, either."

"That's enough, Nat!" You say, and the burning of tears forming in your eyes irritate you even more. Nat holds your angry gaze, but all there is in her eyes is affection and concern, so you sigh in an attempt to calm yourself down. "I can't do this anymore."

The beers arrive and as soon as the waiter places the first one in front of you, you bring the bottle to your lips and drink almost half of the drink at once. Both the waiter and Nat watch you with apprehensive looks, but neither of them says anything. "So what are you going to do?"

"Tonight? I'm gonna get as drunk as I can until I don’t even remember who Wanda Maximoff is." You say bitterly, staring at the table. "After today... Well, after today I'm gonna be the best friend she needs me to be and bury those feelings once and for all."

Nat nods slowly and then immediately picks up her bottle and raises it in front of you. "To romantic misery" she says and you laugh softly, raising your bottle as well and lightly tapping it into hers. "To romantic misery."

The two of you stay at the bar for a few more hours and you are visibly determined to follow your words. Soon your head weighs on your body and spins around so much that it’s impossible to think about anything.

Then Nat takes you home, you barely managing to support yourself on her side. And when she lays you down on your bed and tells you to call her if you need anything you nod, but you have no idea what you’re agreeing to.

When Nat leaves, she makes you promise to go to sleep. But sleep is the last thing you can do.

It’s almost midnight when Wanda's cell phone starts to ring. She frowns and picks it up. When she sees your name on the screen, she tries to contain a smile and control the uneven beats of her heart, which always seems to be unable to function when it comes to you.

She answers, but before she can say hello, you are already speaking. "Hi, Wanda!" You sing your greetings and Wanda immediately realizes that you are drunk. She frowns worriedly, but before she can ask what’s going on, you speak again.

"I received your wedding invitation earlier today. Congratulations!" Your voice sounds loud and inebriated, and Wanda has a little trouble understanding what you are saying, let alone can make out your feelings behind the words.

She gets out of bed and walks into the living room so Jarvis can't hear the conversation, and soon you’re talking again. "The invitation is very nice. I'm looking at it right now. Very, very nice." You comment and Wanda giggles, but she doesn't understand why her stomach seems to sink. Actually, she does. She understands very well. But pretending she doesn't is much easier, so that's what she keeps doing.

"Thank you, (Y/n)." She says, sitting down on the couch, and you mumble something she doesn't understand. "The invitation is very nice. It’s easy to tell the ceremony is going to be even more beautiful."

You comment, your voice lower than before, and Wanda feels her stomach sink deeper and deeper. A silence stretches across the line, and Wanda only knows you are still there by the sounds of things being stirred and knocked over on your side of the line. But suddenly the noises stop as well.

"Why are there no butterflies?" You ask seriously and Wanda feels her heart stop for a second. "What?"

"On the invitation. Why no butterflies? I guess the butterflies were just for the crown then." You mumble as if you were just thinking out loud and Wanda's breath hitches, tears forming quickly in her eyes. How come you still remember that?

"Jarvis doesn't like butterflies." She explains, trying to control her voice but it comes out shaky just the same and you hum in agreement.

"Wanda, are you coming to bed?" Jarvis' voice from behind her startles her and she turns to face him. He smiles lovingly at her and she gets even more confused. She nods, trying to hide her tears, and soon after he goes back to the room.

"Your fiancé is calling you." You comment on the other end of the line and Wanda squeezes her eyes shut. "Yes, he is." Wanda whispers, the discomfort in her chest growing more and more until it becomes unbearable.

"(Y/n), I-" She starts, not knowing what to really say but you interrupt her. "Good night, Wanda. I'm very happy for you." You say and Wanda squeezes her eyes shut once more, a shaky sigh escaping her mouth. "Good night, (Y/n/n)."

You hang up shortly after and Wanda stares at her phone for a while. But soon she wipes the tears from her face and goes back to bed.

She lies down, staring at some point in the darkness of the room. Wanda can't even close her eyes, her mind lost in thought. And before she knows it, the sun is coming up.

-----

One month ago

Wanda is extremely busy with all the wedding preparations. And you’re extremely busy trying to get over her at all costs.

You and Wanda don't see each other and don't talk much. In fact, you haven't talked since you called Wanda. You don't remember calling, and Wanda assumes that you don’t comment on the call because you want to let it go, so the brunette doesn't talk about it either.

But Wanda really wants to see you. So she calls you, inviting you for coffee, and you accept. Even though you’re trying to suppress your feelings for Wanda, she was still your best friend and the longing was consuming you.

As soon as you arrive at the diner you smile at all the memories that invade you. You have always come together to this place since you were younger.

As you walk to the table where you two always sit, you remember all the times you went there after school either to study or just to spend some time together.

As you sit down you also remember all the times the two of you went there with your other friends, especially to celebrate game victories. You all squeezed together at the table and Wanda always blushed when you wrapped your arm around her shoulder, and you always blushed when Wanda held your hand. But neither of you ever noticed, both of you too busy trying to contain your nervousness about performing those actions.

Soon Wanda arrives, and you smile at her, realizing all the similarities and differences between that Wanda and the Wanda from your memories. This one who is leaning over now to kiss you on the cheek no longer has the same adolescent features as the Wanda holding your hand in your memory.

But she has the same captivating smile and the same emerald eyes that make you want to get lost in her and never be found again.

Wanda also gets lost in her memories. All the times you opened the door of the diner for her to come in, all the times you shared your fries with her but never shared them with anyone else, all the times you listened with all your attention and interest to what she had to say, even if it was the silliest thing in the world.

There was something about you back then. Something that was entirely hers, and something about her that was entirely yours. But this something didn't exist anymore. At least, it didn't seem to exist in you anymore. In her, this something was just covered up. No matter how much she wouldn't admit it to anyone, not even to herself, there was always a part of her that would be entirely yours. She wonders what happened to this part in you.

But for today, the brunette is determined to recover at least a little of what was lost during all these years. So she talks about everything, everything that doesn't involve her marriage, Jarvis and all the other things that remind her that there is no longer an extraordinary connection between the two of you.

You obviously notice it, because Wanda doesn't talk about her fiancé at any moment during the entire conversation. And you would love to forget him too, if only for that moment. But the ring on Wanda's finger is a constant reminder that she is not yours and never will be.

So you try your best to have a nice conversation with your best friend and smile as much as you can, but none of the smiles you give her are genuine.

-----

Present

You arrive at the wedding accompanied by Natasha, because you both knew you couldn't make it if she didn't bring you. You hold your gift firmly in one hand, and with the other you loosen the tie that is hanging you. After you loosen it you realize that the choking sensation had nothing to do with the item.

You observe your surroundings. All the decorations are beautiful and have everything to do with Wanda. You smile as you see the magnolias and the hanging lights, but your smile carries nothing but sadness.

You recognize some of Wanda's relatives and some of your friends. You see Jarvis talking to some people. He looks very happy and you understand him. In his place you would be bursting with happiness as well.

Nat elbows you lightly on the side of your body and gives you a questioning look and you just smile dismissively. You want to tell her that you’re fine, but that would be as far from the truth as possible.

Actually, you’re a little drunk, but not drunk enough to make a scene. Just enough to get through the ceremony, because you could never handle it being sober.

When a waiter passes by you, you lightly touch his shoulder and he turns to face you. "Excuse me, mate, do you have any whiskey?" you ask and Nat widen her eyes in disbelief. The waiter smiles dully and when he says no, you shrug.

"All right, I've got mine." You grumble, pulling the canteen from the inside pocket of your tuxedo and Nat puts her hand on your arm, stopping you. "What the hell are you doing, (Y/n)?" She asks with a stern expression. "Getting ready for the ceremony." You grumble and she sighs, a mixture of irritation and pity that you don't like, but you can't blame her.

"Come on, let's go talk to Wanda." She says, wrapping her arm around yours and walking on. With each step all your feelings overwhelm you more and more. Wanda was getting married. The love of your life was getting married to someone who wasn’t you. And you would have to watch, because you’re her best friend and always will be. No. You can't do that.

You stop abruptly and Nat looks at you with a worried frown. "I can't do it, Nat." Your eyes widen in terror and Nat holds your shoulders. She says words to comfort you but you can't hear them, your ears overwhelmed by the sound of your heart beating hard and fast.

You shake your head frantically. "No, Nat, I can't!" You say and she stops, watching you with careful eyes. You hand the package to Nat and her confused expression only increases. "Put this along with the other presents. You don't have to explain anything to Wanda. I'll talk to her later."

You instruct and turn away, walking quickly toward the party's exit. Nat calls out to you, but you ignore her. Natasha sighs as she sees you leaving and then walks in the opposite direction of the pile of gifts.

Wanda hears a knock at the door. She has no idea how many times she has heard knocking at the door, but every time she hoped it was you but it never was. But this time was no different.

She walks to the door and opens it, and her smile falters on her face when she sees that again it’s not you. Nat hugs her and congratulates her, and Wanda smiles because that is what she is expected to do but she doesn't know if that is quite what she wants to do.

Nat looks at her with a wary expression and Wanda frowns. "It's from (Y/n)." Nat says, extending the gift to Wanda and she holds up the wrapping but frowns even more. "Where is she?"

At the question Nat just smiles a sad smile and Wanda's stomach sinks even more. She props the gift on the table and begins to open it.

Wanda's breath hitches and her eyes instantly fill with tears. She holds the crown with butterflies delicately in her hands, admiring every detail as much as her tear-blurred vision allows.

She doesn't know how much time has passed, but when she turns her gaze to where Nat was, the redhead is no longer in the room. Wanda sighs and carefully puts the crown back in the box.

What did it mean? Did you give her the crown because you wanted her to wear it at the wedding because of the day so many years ago she told you about it? But that would imply that you saw her only as the best friend she had always been to you and Wanda couldn't bear that thought.

The other possibility is that the gift was actually you confessing the feelings she so desperately wanted you to have. But that would be even more complicated and the idea seemed equally unbearable.

Wanda throws herself back in her chair, sighing deeply. Maybe, if she worked up the courage, she would ask you when the ceremony was over.

Wanda walks down the aisle and feels her heart squeeze when she sees that your chair is empty. So that's why Nat didn't tell her where you were. Because you were nowhere to be seen.

The ceremony begins and the preacher says several things, and Jarvis smiles at her and all the guests have warm smiles on their faces. But Wanda can barely pay attention. Her head spins more and more with thoughts about you.

Where are you? Why aren't you there? All she wanted most was you there right now. How wrong is that when she’s marrying someone else?

Everyone looks at her expectantly and Wanda realizes that it’s probably her turn to speak. Then she looks from the preacher to Jarvis and takes a deep breath before saying. "I do."

But that's when she realizes. What is she doing? What a stupid idea! She loves you. Even if you don't love her the same way, she loves you with every inch of her body and soul. So what the hell was she doing marrying someone else?!

The preacher is speaking again, and Wanda hears the words just in time. "If any of you has a reason why these two should not be married, speak now or forever hold your peace."

"Excuse me." Wanda says and the peaceful silence that surrounded the ceremony immediately becomes heavy. Everyone turns their attention to her and Wanda feels her body heat up with the awkwardness of the situation, but she is determined, so she continues.

"I have something against this marriage." She says and astonished sighs can be heard from the guests. "Wanda, what are you doing?" Jarvis whispers worriedly and the preacher frowns. "You can't do that, ma'am, you just vowed you’d accept this marriage."

"Then I have something against it!" Wanda turns to the crowd of guests and they all turn their faces to Natasha. The redhead moves her arms signaling for Wanda to hurry.

The brunette whispers her apologies to Jarvis and rushes off in Nat's direction, holding up the front of her dress so she can move faster.

The two run toward the parking lot and Wanda tries to ignore the commotion that has formed among the guests behind her. "Girl, what the hell was that?!" Nat asks beside her with an amused smile, but Wanda can't think of anything else but you.

"Where is (Y/n)?" She asks once the two reach Natasha's car and the redhead smiles before unlocking the doors. "Let's find out."

Wanda sits in the passenger seat with a silly smile on her face. As Nat starts driving, an incredulous laugh escapes Wanda's lips. "My god, what did I just do?!" She comments shocked, putting her hand over her mouth and shaking her head.

"What you should’ve done a long time ago, honey." Nat retorts and Wanda looks at her, a worried expression taking over her face. "Do you think (Y/n) will feel the same way?" She asks, insecurity clear in her voice and Nat looks at her in disbelief.

"How did you get your degree being this dumb?" Nat scoffs and Wanda rolls her eyes, but immediately smiles again. Nat keeps driving and Wanda gives her the directions to the only place she can think of and when Nat recognizes the way, she doesn't need any more instructions.

The two remain silent, Wanda too consumed with anxiety to say anything, but Nat starts laughing and Wanda diverts her attention to the woman beside her. When Nat notices Wanda's confused look, she points to the brunette.

"Girl, you're still in your wedding dress." Nat remarks and Wanda looks down on herself with wide eyes. But soon she starts laughing too, burying her face in her hands.

The two laugh and Wanda can only think about how absurd the whole situation is. She had just walked out on her own wedding and now she was about to make a fool of herself. But none of this mattered to her. All that matters is you. And the closer she gets to her destination, the more the anxiety consumes her.

After you left the ceremony site, you walked. And you’re not surprised by where your feet took you.

You walk into the diner and don't mind the curious looks of the people around you because you’re wearing a tuxedo in a place like that.

You order a coffee and sit down in the only place where you have always sat.

The memories are so intense that it’s as if Wanda is here with you. But she isn't. And she probably will never be again. And that's what hurt the most.

As soon as the waitress puts your coffee in front of you on the table, you turn the whiskey that was in your canteen inside the mug and take a long sip of the bitter drink. But you don't grimace. Because there is nothing more bitter than the feeling you’re having right now.

Maybe running away like that wasn't the best idea. Wanda was your best friend and to ruin the happiest day of her life like that was the most selfish thing you could have done.

But you would have to worry about that tomorrow. Today you’re determined to drink. To drink and forget.

You listen to the chatter of the people around you getting louder, but you couldn't care less, so you keep drinking your coffee and staring at the table.

But you hear knocking on the glass outside the window beside you and you lift your gaze. The confused expression on your face turns to one of complete surprise when you see Wanda on the other side. She is still in her wedding dress and her make-up is completely smeared with tears. But she smiles as she looks at you, and you feel your mouth go dry as you smile back in disbelief.

You get up and walk slowly to the door, your eyes never leaving hers, as if any sudden movement or looking away for the slightest moment would make her disappear.

But you get out of the diner and she doesn't disappear. In fact, she walks up to you and hugs you tight. You don't understand anything that's going on, but you hug her back. And she cries against your neck so you allow your own tears to fall too.

"What are you do-?" You start to ask but your question dies when she interrupts you. "I love you."

Her words come out shaky from crying and your breath hitches. You’re too shocked to speak or do anything, so Wanda takes the opportunity to put out everything she has always wanted to say.

"I’ve always loved you, (Y/n). And I thought maybe you might feel the same way about me, but then I saw you kissing that girl in senior year in high school and I was so jealous that when Jarvis kissed me I let him. But you never said anything so I thought you might not feel the same way. But then you called me last month an-."

"I called you last month?!" You interrupt her speech, the shock evident in your voice, and Wanda frowns, nodding. "Yes. The day you got the invitation. Don't you remember?"

You assume a thoughtful expression, but all you can remember is drinking with Natasha and flashes of the redhead carrying you back home. You rub your eyes with your fingers and giggle embarrassed. "In my defense I was very drunk that night." You say and Wanda giggles too. "Yeah, I noticed it."

You both stand in silence, Wanda full of expectations and you full of questions. All that was too much information and you had no idea what to do with it. But a single question seemed to hammer harder than the rest. "What do you mean you always loved me, Wanda? At Steve's party when you kissed me you-"

"I kissed you?!" Wanda interrupts you, her voice a little higher pitched with surprise, and you frown in confusion. "Yes. And the next day you said it was the biggest mistake of your life." You say as the bitter taste from that morning comes back to your mouth and Wanda's breath hitches with that revelation.

"Oh my god, (Y/n), I was talking about all the drinking!" She says, putting her hand over her mouth and shaking her head in disbelief. "I don't remember kissing you." She confesses and you laugh, completely surprised at that mess.

"Well I think we can clearly see that alcohol is our worst enemy." You conclude and she laughs. Your laughter turns into smiles as you gaze lovingly at each other.

"For the love of god, kiss already! No one can stand waiting another ten years!" Natasha's irritated voice catches your attention and you look in the direction of the voice. The redhead is leaning against her car with an amused smile on her face and you roll your eyes.

"Thanks for ruining the moment." You joke and she laughs raising her eyebrows. "If it wasn't for me this moment wouldn't even have happened, honey. So thank me."

"What...?" You frown in confusion, turning your attention to Wanda but she just smiles happily and shakes her head. "I'll explain later." She says and you agree, a smile on your own face.

"Well, I think I'll kiss you now." You declare and Wanda laughs softly. "Yeah, I think I'm gonna like that." Her words make your heart jump in your chest, but you ignore the nervousness and move closer to her.

You gently place your hands on Wanda's waist and the brunette places hers on the sides of your face. You feel your whole body shiver with the sensations, as if your hands have finally found the places where they should’ve always been.

You lean in, bringing your face closer to Wanda's and she meets you halfway, connecting her lips to yours. You both sigh at the sensation. It’s as if all the fear, pain, and insecurities have been ripped from you, and nothing in life has ever felt as right as this moment.

Both Wanda and you are smiling too much so continuing the kiss becomes infeasible. So you rest your forehead on hers and Wanda strokes your cheeks gently with her thumbs. You both giggle foolishly in happiness but a thought crosses your mind and you pull your face away and stare at her.

"Please tell me I didn't just kiss a married woman." You ask with a worried frown and Wanda laughs, moving her hands to the back of your neck and stroking the base of your hair. "No, you didn't."

You sigh exaggeratedly in relief and Wanda laughs some more, connecting her lips to yours soon after. You melt with the kiss, but it ends soon because Wanda pulls away and makes a reflexive grimace.

"I mean... It's complicated." She says and you frown. "What did you do, Wanda?" You ask curious and worried, but can't help but smile when she laughs again.

"We need to talk." She says and you look at her apprehensively, but Nat puts one hand on your shoulder and the other on Wanda's shoulder, getting your attention.

"Yes, you do. But you'd better do it somewhere else cause the people inside are thinking you're getting married." She says, pointing to the people in the diner.

The sight of almost all the customers and some employees watching you intently makes you want to laugh. And apparently it has the same effect on Wanda, because she starts laughing shortly after.

"We'd better go somewhere else." You suggest smiling and Wanda replies between laughs. "Yeah I think we’d better."

Nat drops you and Wanda off at your place with a knowing smile and you thank her when you arrive. The redhead smiles fondly, understanding that you’re talking about much more than just the ride.

As you enter your apartment, you guide Wanda to the couch in the living room and notice that she has been smiling since you left the diner.

"Your cheeks will hurt from smiling that much." You joke, even though you know that you haven't stopped smiling either, and Wanda laughs softly. "I don't care."

She replies and you feel an immense urge to kiss her. And you do. Because now you can and recognizing this in itself already makes your heart do somersaults in your chest.

Wanda's hands on the back of your neck as her sweet lips dance with yours are enough to almost make you forget about the rest of the universe. Almost.

You pull your face away from hers so that you can look her in the eyes and laugh softly when you see her chasing your lips. "Tell me, what's up with your Schrodinger wedding?" You ask but Wanda frowns, not understanding your joke.

You laugh softly at her obliviousness and Wanda rolls her eyes. "You know better than anyone that I don't understand any of your science bullshit.”

She sneers with a mocking smile and you laugh. But soon she starts telling this whole story about Nat giving her the present you got her, her agreeing to get married but then realizing it was a mistake and Nat standing up in the crowd and pulling her out.

You listen intently to the story, eyes wide with shock and laughing with nervousness and Wanda once again realizes the chaos she has caused, but she laughs too.

"You made quite a mess, didn't you Miss Maximoff?" You say with an impressed smile on your face and Wanda sighs, but smiles too.

"A giant mess." She remarks and you laugh. You hold her hands in yours and Wanda feels her heart beat stronger with the sincerity and intensity of your gaze. "I think we have a very long road ahead of us." You comment and Wanda feels a twinge of insecurity that makes her smile falter slightly on her face. It’s brief, but you notice and give her hands a light squeeze to comfort her, a gentle smile on your face. "But as long as it's you and me, we can face anything."

You assure her and Wanda giggles happily, tears forming on her eyes as she leans in and kisses you again. She pulls away a short time later, her eyes red and a genuine smile on her face. "As long as it's you and me."

-----

Two years later

"I'm freaking out!" You say feeling the sweat dripping from your forehead and your heart about to burst out of your mouth. Despite your visible desperation, Nat laughs. "I thought you'd been waiting for this moment for years." She retorts with a raised eyebrow and you laugh nervously.

You can't remember since when you wanted to marry Wanda, but you’re sure that since you found out what marriage meant, she was the one you wanted to marry.

A few months ago you finally plucked up the courage to ask her to marry you. You had been together for more than a year and you had known each other for forever. Besides, it was clear that Wanda loved you just as much as you loved her, so you shouldn't be nervous.

But you were sure that in that moment you reached the limit of your nervousness and never had been and never would be so close to having a breakdown. You were clearly wrong.

Because Wanda said yes and today was your wedding day and you are a million times more nervous than you were when you proposed. If this wasn't the thing you wanted the most in the whole world you would probably run away as fast as you could possibly run.

But nothing in the world would stop you from marrying Wanda, not even your nervousness. She was the love of your life. You never doubted that and every day the certainty only grows.

So when the music starts, you straighten your posture. And when you see her walking down the aisle, your eyes fill with tears.

Wanda's eyes never leave yours as she walks towards you. Because there is no one she is looking for among the guests. You are all she wants to see. And there you are, right in front of her.

As soon as she stops in front of you, she smiles as she sees the little butterfly brooch pinned on your tie, and you smile as you see the beautiful butterfly tiara she wears on her head, matching your brooch perfectly.

She looks stunning. You have dreamed of this moment over and over again, wishing for it to be perfect, and you could never imagine that it would be even more perfect. Without thinking, you slowly lean toward her and place a soft kiss on Wanda's cheek, who smiles passionately at you.

"You should wait until the end of the ceremony, young lady." The preacher comments with a playful smile and some guests laugh. You and Wanda smile shyly.

"Sorry, I couldn't help it." You admit feeling your cheeks burn a little and you can hear a few more low chuckles coming from the guests.

The ceremony begins and you have to try very hard not to get lost in the sight of the wonderful woman before you and miss the preacher's words. Wanda feels the same way, her heart filling with love for you more and more.

When you say "I do." Wanda's breath hitches. So that's how it should be. That’s the happiness that was supposed to come as soon as the person in front of her said those words. There was no doubt that that person should be you. Tears form in the corners of her eyes. But she doesn't care, for your eyes are also glistening with tears.

When it's her turn to speak, Wanda smiles at you with all the love she carries within her and answers without a second thought. "I do."

And this time, she was sure she was making the right choice.

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Can I request a celebrity AU with Elizabeth Olsen and Female Reader? Where R is Vision in the MCU. And like throughout a series of interviews and behind the scenes shots, you can see how the two actually fall in love in real life. And in like the final interview they ask “Are you two dating?” And this time they can finally say yes

Hello darling, how are you? I hope well. This took me a while, and i’m not sure you’re even going to like it. But i hope you do. It was honestly kind of strange to write for Lizzie, i kept mistaken the name as Wanda. Also, i changed your idea a bit, because i could find the right way to write the interviews. But anyway, here it is. Good reading.

Elizabeth Olsen x Reader - Love is outside the screen

Summary: The one where Reader plays Vision in the MCU and she falls in love with her co-worker Elizabeth Olsen.

Warnings: None.

Words: 4.308 words //// Read on AO3

Marks: @wandamaximoffpuppy

Part. 2 || Part 3

Eight years ago

Your agent was calling you for the third time, and you thought you should answer before you lost your contract.

Letting out an impatient sigh as you reached for your cell phone, you left it on speaker.

- Hello, Sara. - You say with a slight irony as you relax your body in the water of the jacuzzi again.

- It's not polite to ignore someone who keeps you employed. - she said irritated, making you laugh.

- Sorry, but I told you I was on vacation. - You reminded her. - And what did you keep doing? Oh yes, calling me.

- Don't be so grumpy, woman. - She replied with a light humor in her voice, and you could hear the clatter of keystrokes, suggesting that she was working. - I have an opportunity for you.

You raised your eyebrows in curiosity, but said nothing. And by your silence, Sara kept talking.

- Tell me, have you ever thought about being a superhero?

You let out an incredulous laugh, thinking it was a joke.

- I'm not going to make any weird latex movies, Sara. - You warn her, and she lets out a laugh.

- Actually, honey, it's Marvel.

You blink in surprise, and then turn to rest your arms on the edge of the jacuzzi and look directly at your cell phone.

- What are you talking about?

- Ah, caught your interest, huh? - She remarks. - You actors are all the same, one famous name and you fall to your knees.

- Sara...

- No, it's okay. - She giggles. - They want a openly queer actress to play a lesbian heroine, I think. And then they called me.

- Wow, Marvel doing something like that? - You comment. - It sounds like a lie.

Sara giggles.

- It pays well anyway. - She says, and then a notification pops up on the screen. - I just sent you the script. Let me know if I can confirm your audition.

You let out a sigh before saying goodbye and hanging up, grabbing your cell phone to read the script.

It is the scene description of your character's appearance, and there is also a note for the chemistry test. You bite your lips thoughtfully. You were known in the media for roles in international, indie and cult films, mostly lesbian romance. You had a few academy nominations, and had been awarded twice by the critics. Superheroes were not really what you were looking for. But then you remembered how much you missed having a lgbt reference in media like this, and then you are sending a message to your agent confirming your audition.

//-//

Present

You are twiddling your thumbs in your dressing room. It must be the ninth interview in less than two weeks. Letting out a sigh, you stand up, momentarily looking at your appearance in the mirror. The make-up team did a good job, you look well. And then you are walking outside, to the dressing room next to yours.

You knock on the door, and are soon answered. But Elizabeth doesn't smile when she pulls you inside.

- Hey, Lizzie, what's up? - you ask worriedly as you close the door. The next second she's hugging you tight, and you sigh. - You're anxious, aren't you?

- I feel like my heart is going to burst out of my mouth. - She grumbles and you start stroking her back, trying to calm her down.

- Remember that exercise we practiced, okay? - You ask her tenderly as you move your feet so that you move together toward the sofa in the living room. You break the embrace slowly, to sit Lizzie down on the couch as you kneel in front of her. She looks on the verge of tears, and you place your hands on top of hers. - Breathe with me, okay?

It will take you many minutes to calm her down, but you don't care. And then she smiles, and brings your foreheads together.

- Thank you. - She whispers before kissing you. She walks away too quickly in your opinion, but you can't say anything because the producer is calling you next, announcing that the interview starts in two minutes. You smile at Liz before getting up.

//-//

Seven years ago.

You had just finished filming your last scene in Age of Ultron when your agent called you. Scrolling your finger quickly across the screen, you answered while your cell phone rested on the table in your dressing room, and you kept your hands busy trying to pin up your hair.

- I'm leaving the studio, Sara, what's up? - you told her.

- I wanted to congratulate you on the affair, although I'm surprised it happened so quickly. - She says and you frown in confusion, finishing up with your bun. You pick up your cell phone next.

- What are you talking about?

Sara giggles, and sends you an attachment. You pull your cell phone away from your ear to look at it. It is a photo of you and Elizabeth, your teammate and romantic partner in the franchise, taken the same day you discovered Liz had social anxiety and took her out for coffee with you to take her focus off the celebrity world for a while. The paparazzi managed to capture the exact moment when you kissed her on the cheek in farewell.

- This is all over the gossip sites as Marvel's mysterious romantic couple. - Your agent commented, and you rubbed your fingers across your forehead in irritation.

- You want me to publicly deny a relationship, is that it? - you ask, walking around the dressing room and gathering your things.

- What? No! This is great for advertising. - she says with slight excitement in her voice. - Especially after the movie comes out! Fans love couples who fall in love behind the screen.

You roll your eyes, switching your cell phone to your ear.

- I'm not going to make a relationship contract if that's what you're thinking! - You say with irritation and can imagine Sara rolling her eyes on the other end of the line.

- Yes, yes, we've been over this, Miss Morally Correct. - She scoffs lightly. - But I really called to talk about the premiere. We have details to discuss.

Sighing, you ask her to wait. Then you finished putting your things away, and grabbed the phone as you walked out the door.

//-//

Six years ago, California

Interviewers can be motherfuckers when they want to be, you thought as you bit the inside of your cheek, trying to keep your face impassive as you watched the woman in front of you list the "missed moments" from the Avengers set. You knew that your agent had talked to the show's staff about the authorized questions, and yet here you were on live television, having to declare whether the timely photos taken on the Avengers set meant that you had a secret relationship with your best friend Elizabeth Olsen.

A slideshow was playing on the screen behind you. There were pictures from the footage, many where you and Liz were laughing together, or having lunch together. There were some where she was sitting on your lap, or vice versa. Your expression softened when you noticed one where she was looking at you adoringly. It was so strange to be an artist sometimes. You smiled politely at the presenter.

- Come on, Ellen, you know how these things are. - You said. - Things are different on camera, Lizzie and I are friends.

The audience let out a chorus of displeasure, and Ellen laughed lightly.

- You know that many of the fans would like this rumor to be true, especially since you two play a couple and you are openly queer. - She says, and you wiggle your fingers in your lap, uncomfortable with where this conversation is going, but you nod in agreement. - Furthermore, you say that the paparazzi cameras are deceiving, but what about the stories you post on your personal networks?

She asks with a chuckle, and then other videos are playing on the screen, and you force yourself to smile and watch.

The vast majority are harmless, and platonic. You spend a lot of time at Liz's house because when she moved in, you were her reference and tour guide, and so you got into the habit of checking up on her. And then you became friends and you spent more time at her house than at yours.There were many videos and pictures on yours and her instagram where you two were tending a garden, playing board games, cooking together, or watching sports. You bit back a smile as you watched the memories through the images.

- See?It's hard to believe that this is just platonic. - Ellen insisted again, and the audience laughed. You tried to cover it up with a smile. - But since you claim to be single, we're going to play a game now. It's called "Who Would You Rather?

The audience applauded and you giggled, straightening your posture in your chair. And then the studio screen had a sign with the name of the game.

- It's very simple, you just have to choose which of the artists you would rather. - She explains, and you blink.

- Rather what?

Ellen lets out a giggle, and you understand, nodding in embarrassment. The audience laughs. The picture changes to two pictures.

- Who would you rather, Scarlett Johansson or Chris Hemsworth?

- Wow, that sounds like a trap. - You comment awkwardly, making the audience laugh. And then you bite your lips. - I think Scarlett.

Ellen gives you a suggestive look, and the audience chuckles, you force yourself to imitate them. The picture changes again.

- Scarlett or Sebastian Stan?

You laugh, smoothing your hair slightly.

- I don't know, I think Seb. - You answer. And then the picture changes again, and you want to run away when the audience gives a chorus of excitement.

- Sebastian Stan or Elizabeth Olsen?

- There it is the trap. - You comment clumsily, causing the audience to bust out laughing. You swallow dryly and look down at your lap before saying. - I'd say Elizabeth Olsen.

You played for a few more minutes, and then the game ended with you choosing Elizabeth at the end, which got the audience cheering and celebrating. When the interview was over, Sara was calling you, and you were massaging your forehead when you answered.

- I thought you said you two weren't dating. - She teased, and you grumbled in irritation.

- I thought you had discussed these matters with the staff. - You retorted, slightly irritated. - She only asked me about Lizzie and dating the entire interview.

- Honey, you're America's sweet couple. - She sneered. - Ellen wants viewers and will ask the questions that the audience wants to know.

- That's ridiculous. - You said and then sighed. - Why did you call me anyway?

- I have your new shooting location, so get your coats and jackets ready.

//-//

Six years ago, Berlin.

You are laughing at Anthony's imitation of Robert. Sitting in the shared dining hall, you were having a good time over lunch with your other colleagues while you were recording Civil War.

And then you were in scene again, many minutes later, and you found it strange that the nervousness was crossing beyond your character during a specific scene in which you were counteracting with Elizabeth.

You saw her laughing at a comment your character made, and you should have this expression of surprise and embarrassment, but you didn't even have to act it out. Your cheeks reddened naturally at the image of Liz laughing. And then the director said cut when you were done and you were rushing out to clean up your makeup.

Later that day, after the shoot was over, the team wanted to visit a local pub, and you accepted the invitation, ignoring the previous event, and smiling when Elizabeth touched your arm to get your attention.

- A toast to the Avengers! - shouted the camera crew chief when you were all gathered at the bar, you thought maybe he had had too much to drink, but you joined in the toast.

You stood next to Lizzie and Chris at a table while sipping a dark drink that might have been craft beer, or something German.

Your cell phone vibrates with a notification and you choke in surprise at the content of the message. Sara had sent you a note from TMZ, stating that your secret romance with Elizabeth Olsen was threatened because you had been seen leaving a coffee shop with Katie McGrath.

Chris and Lizzie look at you curiously, and you just lay your cell phone down on the table for them to see while you turn the entire glass of beer in your mouth.

- Wow, so your type really is super heroines. - Chris commented with a smile, and you laugh, pushing him away slightly.

- I swear, I can't be seen talking to any woman that she is automatically my girlfriend. - You say irritated as you put your beer glass back on the table. Your gaze returns to Lizzie, who has picked up your cell phone from the table and is reading the news. Then she hands the phone back to you, and gets a strange look on her face that you can't read very well, but she forces a smile.

- At least you cheated on me with a pretty girl. - she says and you frown in surprise. Chris laughs at the joke, but before you could have any other reaction, the rest of the team is joining you.

//-//

Five years ago, California.

You gave up fighting the questions about your relationship with Elizabeth. They would happen anyway, whether your agent talked to the teams or not, so you just smiled politely when you told people you were just friends and remained truthful in your statements.

Usually the interviews with Lizzie were easier, because you went into protective mode and your brain was ready to give sharp, snappy answers to keep Elizabeth from being embarrassed.

So here you were on the Night Show, with one of your favorite interviewers, and your best friend by your side. Jimmy was asking good questions, and he was funny. You hoped he wouldn't ask anything too embarrassing.

After many questions about employment, and worldview, which was refreshing, he finally asked you about the rumors of your secret relationship.

- Girls, you know that the public wants to know. - He began with a smile, and you laughed lightly, exchanging a look with Lizzie. - And actually, we have arguments this time.

- Here we go. - You commented with light irony which made the audience laugh.

Your latest posts on instagram were visible on the big screen.

- Last Tuesday, both of you posted these stories on your personal accounts. - Jimmy started with excitement. - And it rocked the internet completely, because the location was visible on your instagram, Elizabeth.

Lizzie let out an embarrassed giggle.

- Well, if the public's doubt is whether we were together there, they can confirm it. - She said, and Jimmy let out an excited exclamation. Lizzie waited for the audience to stop their celebratory chorus before speaking again. - But this was a special celebration, since it was my birthday.

- And I took her on a trip to Mexico. - You completed the story with a slight smile. The audience let out a chorus of happiness and you looked at them in confusion. - Guys, friends do this!

Jimmy and the audience laughed for a moment and then the image came off the screen.

- Come on girls, you're giving us material. - He remarked with a smile. - And you're still going to deny the relationship like you always do, I imagine.

You and Wanda exchange a short chuckle.

- Look, Jimmy, all I have to say is that Lizzie is amazing, she really is. - You saw yourself confessing. - Anyone would be lucky to date this brilliant, spectacular, sweet, fun-loving woman. But that person is not me.

Jimmy lets out an exclamation of sadness along with the audience, but then they applaud your words, and you smile wryly. You risk a glance at Lizzie for a second, and she has slightly flushed cheeks, and looks surprised at your words.

You ignore the nervous feeling at the pit of your stomach, and decide to keep your posture polite as you answer the next questions.

//-//

Four years ago.

You had to kiss Lizzie. And then you shook your head. No, not you. Vision. Your character, Vision, had to kiss Lizzie's character, Wanda Maximoff. And you repeated this like a mantra as you walked from your dressing room to the set.

The day you read this scene, you smiled politely at your agent, and disguised any apparent nervousness. And then you spent the last few weeks pretending that if you didn't think about it, eventually the director would make a change and the scene wouldn't even exist. But here you were, trying to have one last drop of professionalism.

You weren't even recording the scene officially, it was just the rehearsal of lines and marking, and you had sweaty hands.

As you walked through the studio, the staff smiled and greeted you, and then you spotted Lizzie and ignored the uneven beating of your heart.

- Let's get started girls. - announced Russo as soon as he caught sight of you. He signaled for you to follow the team's prearranged schedule. You smiled at Lizzie as you took your place. - We can test the order of the scene directly. I need to know which angle is best to have Vision ask Wanda to stay with her.

And then you started recording. And now you were Vision. There was no time to think about how naturally your hand fit into Lizzie's, or how good it felt to feel her hugging you. And then Russo shouted cut again.

- That's pretty good. - He commented, looking at the monitor. - Let's shoot the stone scene okay, then the action scene.

The scene started, and you said your lines the way you were supposed to. And then you were looking at Lizzie, and she kissed you as the script said. You held the sigh in your throat, and pulled away. Vision doesn't sigh, so you shouldn't either. And then you are smiling as written, and the director closes the scene again.

You were getting pretty good at hiding how affected you are by Lizzie the more you kiss her onstage. And then you wrap up the day's shooting, and you are mentally exhausted. You want to sleep in your dressing room, but you decide to go home.

And as you are walking back to your car, Lizzie calls out to you.

- Hey, partner. - She greets me by walking beside you. - Don't you want to go for a drink tonight?

You let out a sigh, ignoring the urge to shout that you would go anywhere with her, and thinking about how tired your body is.

- I'm exhausted, Lizzie. - You tell her, and she looks upset, but you add with a smile. - But I'll take it if it's something at your place.

Lizzie's face lights up quickly, and she nods, and then says she'll leave something in her car. She returns when you are already in yours.

- All set? - You ask to confirm, and she smiles and nods. And then you start the car and drive out of the studio.

Lizzie turns on the car stereo a moment later, and you begin humming the song.

- You've been distant lately. - She comments distractedly as you drive away. - You know you can talk to me, right?

You smile, ignoring the feeling in your stomach.

- Yes, Lizzie. - You say without taking your eyes off the road. - I'm just busy, that's all. It's nothing.

Lizzie makes a noise of agreement and looks away. You think maybe she believes you're not telling her the truth, and you feel guilty. So you decide to change the subject.

- How are things at home, Liz? Are Mary-Kate and Ashley well? - you ask, and she looks at you quickly.

- Everything's fine. - she says, and then she bites her lip. - Did I do something?

You frown, glancing quickly at her before looking down the street again. The light was red. And when you turn your head toward her, she lets out a sigh.

- You don't talk to me anymore. - She says seriously, looking at you. - Since Berlin, you're just distant. Always busy, and with ready-made answers. And now you try small talk, even though you hate it. I wish you would tell me what I did wrong.

Your heart is racing at the accusations, because she is absolutely right. And then you swallow dry, and prepare to speak, but then Liz is pointing ahead, the headlight has opened. And you have to drive, and she crosses her arms and looks away to the window.

You drive the rest of the way to her house in silence, and when you park the car in the driveway, she mumbles a goodnight before getting out.

Squeezing the steering wheel in your fingers, you take a deep breath. And then you get out of the car, and the noise of the door opening surprises her because she turns to look. But you are walking toward her, and raising your hand to the back of her neck, bringing your mouths together. Lizzie chokes in surprise, but in the next second she melts against you as she kisses you back.

You part breathlessly, holding your foreheads together.

- I am in love with you. - You confess. - I'm sorry I was a complete idiot, but I was terrified.

Lizzie giggles, kissing you again quickly before hugging you. And then she is breaking the embrace to look at you, a shy smile on her lips.

- I'm in love with you too. - she says. - I'm glad that's the problem and not something else.

You laugh, and kiss her one last time before entwining your hands and walking toward her house.

You decide to take things slow, so naturally, two weeks later, you ask her to be your girlfriend over dinner. Lizzie smiles all night, but you know that if this is a secret, she can't wear the ring.

Public relationships mean contracts, and agents, and unwanted questions, and lots of opinions about your lives. And you two wanted to keep that to yourselves for the time being.

So when directors comment that your onstage chemistry is amazing, you two just nod and thank them. When the interviewers ask if you are together, you deny it as before.

The first time you sleep with Lizzie, you almost break the bed. And it's all right, because you two are laughing with happiness and pleasure, and she pulls you in for another kiss. And you entwine your hands, the commitment rings on your fingers.

A year and a half later, you are getting very busy with your participation in a youth series, and there are many rumors that you are dating your co-star, so Lizzie is jealous and you can't blame her.

You decide that the secret cannot go on any longer, at least not to your friends and employers. So you talk to Lizzie, and you both call your agents. Sara laughs for ten minutes when you tell her, but she is happy to talk to Lizzie's agent. You are not public yet, but it is important that all parties are in agreement. You hate bureaucracy, but you don't mind as long as Lizzie's hand is in yours. Your friends are very happy, and the other cast members tease you constantly about it.

When you shoot the last movie, you think you are going to be fired because your character has died. But then you and Lizzie get a series together.

You try not to overthink how you will deny the rumors on television, but Lizzie kisses you on the cheek and tells you that you will face it together.

It takes three more months for you to propose. You think your chest will explode with happiness when she accepts.

And then you are calling your agents again, and Sara almost faints when you tell her that you got married in secret at some registry office in the Caribbean and she needs to get the paperwork sorted out. When you get back to California, there is a small ceremony with your family members.

//-//

Present

You and Lizzie are sitting side by side in the interview. The questions about WandaVision are over, and now you know from Jimmy's expression what he is going to say.

- The last time you were here, I had only an instagram post as an argument for your secret relationship. - He says, making you, Lizzie and the audience laugh lightly. - But now I have talked to the production and they prepare a presentation.

- My goodness. - You remark, making him laugh. And then he waves to the big screen, and you try to disguise your nervousness.

A presentation of images began to play to the audience to the sound of "honeybee" by the band "The Head and The Heart". There are several studio shots, from photo rehearsals to behind-the-scene moments. There is a picture from the day you met, from the first cast test, from the Avengers taping, paparazzi shots of you laughing in the parking lot, or in the open areas. There are pictures of you walking around Los Angeles together, pictures of your rides, or your travels. There are clippings from instagram stories where you spend time together, laughing and hugging. The presentation ends with the BTS photo of WandaVision from the first day of recording where you have your arm around Lizzie, and the two of you are laughing.

You clear your throat away the emotion, but Lizzie wipes her eyes lightly.

- That was very beautiful. - She comments as Jimmy hands her a piece of tissue paper. The audience bursts into tears of excitement.

- I guess we can get to the part where you deny everything now can't we? - Jimmy jokes and you smile and straighten your posture.

- Actually, Jimmy, we have something to announce.

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