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scarletlizzard · 6 months ago

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Secondly, on a more serious note. I rlly wanna know your experience living in the south. I grew up in neoliberal California and Washington but fell in love w Texas this year. I’m rlly rlly considering moving there next year.

Essentially I feel like I spend SO. MUCH. emotional energy vibe checking ppl. Bc ppl here r so neoliberal and fake! You have to rlly dig deeep to know ppl’s true values. And sometimes they’ll seem cool but then switch up on u and are like surprise! And say some whack shit like “trans ppl r only valid if they pass” or make some joke ab being gay but it’s ok bc they’re “and ally and well versed in queer culture”. And I’m kinda tired of having to vibe check so hard all the time. There’s also a lack of nuance in ppl’s understandings of history theory and social justice issues. But in Texas, I noticed that 1) u don’t have to vibe check ppl bc they’ll just straight up tell u they hate u and u can just stay away from them which makes things so much simpler when u don’t have to decipher shit and 2) the progressive ppl are just all radicals!! Bc in a state where they’re the minority thought, they have to be so secure in their values that they’ve done the research!! They know the theories!! They know the TINGZ. And they’re rooted in their beliefs. They don’t just say/believe things bc their liberal parents told them to without understanding WHY. It was kinda refreshing to interact w all these ppl ngl.

I only know one person from the south (became friends bc she moved here to CA) and she said she feels the exact same way ab both places. But that she feels as though despite not having to vibe check ppl, she’s still tired bc she’s constantly swimming upstream as a radical queer TM in the south just bc of statewide politics. And always having her rights be in a precarious status.

So I’m curious ab your experience living in the south as a queer TM. Do u have a similar experience? And curious what state u r in if you’re open to sharing! This also is a deep ish q so I understand if ur not comfy talking ab it and u can just ignore this ask!!

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Where to begin! This might be a bit long, warning 😬

First off, I'll say I live in Alabama. Texas is MASSIVE. There are good areas and really, really bad areas. I'd do a lot of research into specific areas before you made a move or traveled. I visited Austin, and it was nice. It seemed very welcoming? There were pride flags in most of the bars I went to, and it was in October! (I know some will just put them out for June)

As for being queer in the South, it's honestly such a toss-up. I think wherever you go in the world, most people are going to be fake, unfortunately. I worked with this one guy at a restaurant, he was about my age, we went to high school together, he knew about my dating girls, we even hungout after work occasionally! He's super country, drives a big truck, etc. , but was so nice and treated me no different. Asked about the girls I was talking to, SO casual. Last week, he shared on Facebook a vile, hatred post against Pride Month and LGBT in general. I was shocked!

The specific area I'm in is not as bad as some areas in the state. But it's always the looks rather than them actually saying something. Sometimes, it's just not even comfortable to hold hands walking around. It's hard, and it's very weird not to be accepted. Trans people have it even harder with all the medical laws. Women's rights are being stripped. It's honestly a political nightmare here. Don't get me started on the fucking OBSESSION with Trump.

It's really not necessarily always a political thing, but a religious thing. Religion here is absolutely insane and I don't think people understand quite how serious it's taken. Just in the state of Alabama, there are almost 13,000 churches. Think about that... that's INSANE. There is a church on every corner in my town, we probably have between 10-15. My town is not that big!! Separation of church and state here is an absolute JOKE. Some truly take into consideration to 'Love thy neighbor', but others only pick and choose who they want to treat with kindness.

It's not always easy, and sometimes I feel like I'm constantly having to hide a part of me. Coming out was one of the most terrifying experiences of my life (especially since I didn't even have control over it happening), but, as I said, it's so different in different areas. Every time I feel any progression, there's always someone to take it back two steps. It's more welcoming each year, but the ones who won't accept it can be just so, so hateful.

The South is a beautiful, wonderful place to live that is truly SO diverse when you think about it. The beaches are gorgeous, the forests are breathtaking, and the food is fantastic. The people can be so welcoming, but you just have to be careful who you trust, in my opinion. At least, if anything, you'll most likely be treated with that Southern hospitality and good manners. There's only been a handful of times in my ENTIRE life where I've been directly spoken to in a rude manner about my sexuality.

This was a lot, and I apologize if it raised more questions than answering your thoughts 😅 In short, I love and hate the South. It's different every day, and I wish more than ANYTHING it was more progressive. If it was, I truly believe it would be the most perfect place to live.

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randomshyperson · 2 years ago

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Yellow Curtains - Chapter Five - Wanda Maximoff Series

Summary: Wanda Maximoff's senior year at Novi Grad School is duly planned for her. She has good friends, good grades, and a good system to hide who she really is. Or, the one based on Evak from the Norway Skam series, where Wanda is queer and tries to survive the last year without anyone knowing about it.

Warnings: (+18), general warnings about language and violence, legal drug use, mentions of underage drinking, high school, internalized homophobia and discovery of sexuality, explicit mentions of mental disorders (bipolarity and depression), dysfunctional family, making out, and eventual smut.

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Chapter Five - The Room

Nedelja 10:27 (Sunday 10:27 am)

Opening her eyes to a Taylor Swift poster in front of the bisexual flag startles Wanda.

She grunts in pain, however, because the hangover bursts on her senses once she fully awakens. She realizes that she is in a messy and cozy room and that in addition to Taylor's poster, there are countless others filling the walls, along with pictures, a dozen books, and most importantly, a glass of water with aspirin on the side of her bed.

As the medicine takes effect, she realizes that she is not alone in the room.

You clearly did not sleep with her. The improvised bed on the floor says so. And you are right there, close enough to touch, sitting on a chair with your back to her, nodding your head gently - a clear enjoyment of the music you are listening to in the white headphones.

Wanda lies down and looks up at the ceiling of her room, trying not to panic.

She can do this. Think about last night. Nat's birthday? Check. Much more drinking than I should have done? Check. Moaning your name during almost-sex with Vision? Holy fuck...

"You're awake." Your voice brings her out of her reveries and Wanda sits up at once, almost on alert. You spun the chair you were sitting in to look at her, and in your lap was a school book. And on your face-"

"You wear glasses." She declares, and you frown confused as if you had forgotten about them for a second. Then you chuckle, adjusting the item on your face.

"Yeah, for reading." You say shrugging. "How's your head?"

"Sore." She replies still half abruptly. How dare you find a way to make yourself more attractive than before?

You chuckle again. "Well, that's what you get for getting drunk." You mutter, adjusting the book in hand. "If you want, we always have extra towels and brushes in the bathroom. You are welcome to use any. If you want to leave, just wait for me to finish this chapter and I'll drive you."

Wanda nods, and you offer her a small smile before turning the chair around again and going back to writing.

She decides on the first option and pushes the covers away to get up. When she realizes what she is wearing, she looks up at you.

"You showered me."

You chuckle, turning your face to her again. "You stayed in your underwear, don't worry."

She grimaces. "That's not very hygienic..."

"Well, you were too drunk." You justify. "No way I was going to get you naked. Plus, I needed a little help getting you up here. You made a bit of a fuss, you know. Miles, my neighbor, helped me bring you in, and I cleaned you up so you wouldn't sleep with vomit on you. It was my bed after all. I know it's not the ideal scenario, but you're whining about Sabbath and I got nervous-"

"Y/N." Wanda interrupts her babble. "I'm not mad. Thank you. For well, everything."

You sigh, looking away. " No worries, Maximoff. The toothbrush is in the bottom drawer. The bathroom is the first door on the right."

Wanda smiles in thanks, and you go back to studying. She runs her gaze briefly through your belongings before exiting into the hallway.

From the number of items around, it is clearly a shared apartment. But everything is very cozy, and Wanda doesn't miss Natalya's organization there.

In the bathroom, there are several labels, and she smiles at the toothbrush compartment. From right to left, she reads on each one: 'Danvers One, Danvers Two, Mrs.Hill, Loki." As soon as she finds new toothbrushes, she brushes her teeth.

Wanda doesn't want to be snoopy, but somehow she can't help but look around in the bathroom cabinet. There aren't that many things different from the one in her house, except for the number of pills on the top. Before she can read any of the labels, you are in the half-opened door.

"You're kind of nosy, huh?" You don't sound really angry, but Wanda swallows dryly.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to-"

You close the cabinet in front of her and shake your head. "Don't worry about it. Want to eat before you go?"

"Yeah, please.” She agrees almost immediately, and you offer her a weak smile before leading the way to the kitchen.

Wanda is surprised by the presence of another person there - It is a young man about your age, with a sleepy face.

"Good morning, Loki" You greet as soon as you enter.

"Good-Oh, hello." He corrects his own tone as soon as he sees Wanda. "You didn't tell me we had visitors, Y/N."

You sigh wearily. "She's leaving." You grumble, rummaging through the cabinets after some cereal. Loki doesn't mind.

"But she's here now." He argues, rising to greet Wanda. "I'm Loki Odinson, the coolest roommate in the house. What's your name?"

Wanda chuckles shyly, shaking his hand. "Wanda Maximoff."

"It's a pleasure." He offers her a charming smile, and you roll your eyes, parting their handshake with your body as you pass between them to grab the trays on the other side. Loki laughs, and Wanda tries to understand the dynamics.

"I told you not to flirt with my friends." You warn, but only get a roll of the eyes in return.

"You gotta learn to share, Danvers." Teases the other, to which you give an indignant laugh. "And beautiful things like that have to be admired..."

Wanda blushes for attention, and you huff in irritation, shoving a pot of cereal into her hand as you enter Loki's field of vision. The boy protests but you nod for Wanda to walk.

"Bye, Wanda, it's been a pleasure." Loki teases and the girl finds the grimace on your face cute.

She eats in your bed, but you go back to studying. The silence is not comfortable.

Wanda has a half-empty bowl of cereal when she finally decides to speak.

"I want to apologize to you." She declares expecting you to look at her. But you offer a quick glance, your attention divided between your notebook and your food.

"I'm all ears."

Wanda sighs, looking down. "I don't know where to begin."

"Usually apologies begin with 'I'm sorry." You mumble, and Wanda raises her eyes to see the mischievous little smile on your lips. She sets the bowl on your corner table, and sits up properly, her body toward you.

"Well, I'm sorry, Y/N."

You sigh, stopping short of smiling because Wanda seems genuinely regretful. You are about to say it's okay when she continues.

"I fucked up." She mutters. "The thing is, I like you. A lot. And the night at the pool was the most incredible night of my life, and when we were there, and it was just the two of us, I knew that. That I'd never felt that way with anyone before, and that it was perfect. But then..." Wanda pauses, swallowing dryly. "We left, and when we weren't together, all I had were my thoughts. And my head was just... Chernobyl. I kept thinking horrible things, and I started acting like an idiot. I was scared, and well, I'm still fucking scared but I know that what I feel, it's not going to go away. Believe me, I tried, and I just-"

"Wanda, stop." You cut her off and she shuts up immediately, aware that she is trembling. You give a small laugh "Breathe."

She hesitates but your eyes are so gentle, she eventually obeys. You repeat your request, again and again until Wanda realizes that the nervousness and anxiety from before are subsiding. "It's just you and me, talking in my room." You whisper at some point, and soon, Wanda realizes that yes, it is just you and her, talking in your room.

"Thank you for apologizing." You say when she is already breathing normally, and Wanda raises her eyes from the blanket to you. You offer her a smile before going back to reading. She becomes restless in less than thirty seconds. "I'm sorry I'm not paying attention to you. I just have to finish this chapter. I've been failing History because I can't stop thinking about a girl."

Wanda's heart skips a beat. She looks up at you, but you have your gaze on the book, the mischievous smile on your lips. "Oh, and... how is she like?" She chuckles at her own question, trying to hide how affected she is.

You grimace thoughtfully. "She's smart. Funny. She knows a lot of people but only has a few real friends. She's kind of a punk, but secretly listens to Taylor Swift."

Wanda lets out a shy giggle, and as she hugs one of her knees, she looks at your poster briefly. "I guess you two have things in common then." She says, and you smile at the innuendo before turning your attention back to the page. Wanda looks at you again. "I thought you didn't think she liked girls."

"Taylor or my girl?"

Wanda's stomach does a whole turn at the way you call her, but she disguises it. "Both?"

You laugh. "Well, after the cabin, I thought about our conversation." You recount. "Actually, I thought about everything. Just...you. And me, talking." You say with a small smile. "I wanted to keep some things so I wouldn't forget. And I can't draw, so I made that poster. I also added The Clash and Evanescence to my Spotify."

Wanda smiled. "How do you know I listen to those?"

You twitched your nose. "Well, maybe, but only maybe, I paid attention to you." You confess with a small smile, and Wanda feels her heart race in her chest. At first, she gets unresponsive, because it seems like a joke that all this time, you felt the same way she did. Failing in the same class because you noticed her as much as she noticed you.

Shy at her lack of response, you look away, taking off your glasses and closing your book to return it to the table.

"I'll take you home." You said, getting up, but Wanda looked at you pleadingly.

"Hey, maybe, we can study together." That was the first thing she thought of saying, her stomach jumping with anxiety. You frowned in surprise but laughed lightly.

"Okay? Sure, I mean. Yeah, that would be cool." You mumble clumsily, running a hand through your hair. Wanda thinks you got even more lovely. "Now?"

She is ready to say yes but remembers that she didn't even let Pietro or her mother know where she was. Denying with her head, she stands up. "I have to go home. But how about after school? When you can."

You nod quickly, turning away from her only to go to the calendars on the wall. You take out the red pen and scribble a heart with a 'WM' in it next Tuesday. Wanda thinks she is blushing.

"There, so I don't forget." You say as you return the pen to support.

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Nedelja 11:05 (Sunday 11:05 am)

Many minutes later, you drove to the other side of the neighborhood in Carol's truck. Wanda asked about your sister, and you joked about how since she started dating Natasha, she hardly showed up at the apartment. Although I missed her, it was nice to be able to use the truck so often. When Wanda asked about your motorcycle, you said it was old because it belonged to an aunt, and so it was always in need of repair. Wanda vaguely remembered the cottage and how the bike arrived broken on the back of the truck, and understood why.

You dropped her off at the corner of the complex of houses she lived in at her request.

"Can't I leave you at the door?" You asked with a confused laugh, and Wanda, who was taking off her seat belt, denied with her head. "Why?"

Instead of answering, she leaned over you and kissed you deeply.

You are taken aback by how sudden it is, and Wanda pulls away to say goodbye, but you pursue her mouth, kissing her again with need. She gasps softly, her heart racing like yours, and when your tongues touch, she feels a sharp twinge at the tip of her abdomen and breaks the kiss with an affected grunt.

"I really have to go." She recalls breathlessly, her forehead resting against yours. "And I don't want to risk getting caught like this."

"Like what?" you question equally affected, brushing your lips against theirs as you remain with your eyes closed. "With a girl? Then I won't be a girl. I'll be whatever you want me to be as long as you keep kissing me like this." You whisper, kissing your jaw and down. Wanda thinks she's going to catch fire, every cell in her body begging for your kisses again. One of your hands is firmly on her thigh, but when she feels you brush it higher, so dangerously close to where it's burning, a little bit of sense returns and she remembers that she's around the corner from home and her family must be worried.

"You're perfect just the way you are, dredge. I meant I shouldn't get caught making out in a car, not the first impression my mom should have of you. And I really have to let her know that I didn't die." Wanda jokes breathlessly, and you pull your face away to look at her, in a very passionate way that makes Wanda shudder.

"Then go before I keep you here, pretty girl." You whisper, stealing another kiss from her.

Wanda giggles against your lips, moving her hand to the doorframe and escaping your kisses before she can no longer force herself to leave.

You drive away just as Wanda passes through a gate, offering her a wink as she looks back to wave you goodbye.

Wanda has a stupid, insistent smile on her face as she enters, but it completely disappears when she walks in and sees her brother at the dining table.

Or rather, the purple on his face.

"What the hell happened to you?" she questions in concern, approaching him at a quick pace.

"Language!" Natalya complains with a cup of coffee in hand, sitting in the front chair. Pietro complains softly about Wanda's fingers on his bruises.

"It was nothing." He grumbles, but the brunette grimaces. Natalya sighs.

"He got involved in a fight." Counters her mother with certain disapproval in her voice. Wanda looks at him indignantly.

"Pietro? He doesn't fight."

"God, you two." Pietro stands up impatiently. "I told you it was nothing-"

"Who did it?"

"Wanda, mind your own business-"

"Pietro!"

But he stormed angrily out of the kitchen. Before Wanda could go after him, her mother asked her to stay. She turns away with a frustrated grumble.

Natalya watches her intently. "I let you two go to a party together last night. Your brother returned covered in bruises, and you didn't even come back. How are we going to deal with this, Wanda?"

The brunette swallows dryly, propping her hands on the chair. "I slept over at a friend's house, and my cell phone went off. I was safe. Now about Pietro, I didn't know he was in a fight."

Natalya takes a sip of her coffee quietly, looking thoughtful. "Did you sleep at a girl's or boy's house?"

Wanda sighs. "Does it make a difference?"

Her mother raises an eyebrow, half surprised. "Oh, I suppose not." She says somewhat teasingly, and Wanda swallows her nervousness downward. "As long as you wore protection..."

"Mom!" Wanda cuts in embarrassed. "It wasn't that way. And I'm sorry about Pietro, I'll find out what happened-"

"Don't worry about it." Natalya cuts her off half sad, "He didn't come alone. Your skateboarding buddy, Clint Barton, told me what happened. Pietro is the one who isn't ready to talk about it yet."

Wanda frowns. "And what happened?"

Natalya takes a sip of coffee, shrugging. "It's your brother's place to tell you."

Wanda sighs in frustration. "Okay. I need to take a shower." She leaves the kitchen tapping her feet, and realizes that Pietro has locked the bedroom door.

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Ponedeljek 8:08 (Monday 8:08 am)

Wanda was aware that the stares around her were because of the bruises on her twin's face, and she hated every second of the walk to the lockers.

Pietro refused to comment on it, answering her with vague replies that it was a silly argument and she needn't have worried, and Wanda decided to stop insisting before her brother got angry with her.

But when Clint, who always rode his skateboard to school, arrived on Bucky Barnes' bike, both of them displaying identical bruises, Wanda frowned immediately. The school was staring at them, and no one disguised it when Bucky held Clint by the waist and kissed him on the mouth while leaning on the motorcycle.

"They are lovely." Natasha teased, appearing from Wanda's side of the locker and looking in the same direction as her at the entrance to the high school where Clint and Bucky were laughing at the gentle teasing of Steve Rogers and Tony Stark who arrived to greet them.

Wanda turned her face to her friend. "When did that happen? And you're okay with that? I mean, isn't Bucky kind of your ex?"

Nat laughed through her nose, shrugging and moving to greet Pietro who had finished putting the books away.

"If Clint is happy I'm happy." She replies. "And I guess it's been going on for a while, they were pretty close lately. A shame what happened on Saturday-"

"Nat." Pietro cuts in, shaking his head. The redhead frowns in confusion, and before the twin can insist, Wanda pushes his face away with her hand.

"Shut up Pietro." She says. "Tell me what happened, Nat." Insists the brunette.

Nat laughs at the siblings' dynamics, watching Pietro snort angrily before slamming his locker and storming angrily out into the classroom, leaving the two alone. Wanda doesn't care for his stubborn reaction.

"Didn't your brother tell you?"

"No, he's a stubborn idiot." She retorts. "But my best friend will tell me everything because she loves me deeply."

Nat chuckles, rolling her eyes. "Look, I think you're going to find out anyway, I heard someone manage to get the record of the whole fight from a security camera." Natasha comments, starting to walk towards the room with Wanda at her heels. "Looks like Clint, Bucky, Pietro, and Barry Allen from the race team, you know? They went to buy more drinks for the party and got back on their feet because Carol's sister was using the truck. I'm not sure why the fight started, but they were surrounded by some unknown guys in the market parking lot. It was a nasty fight, and it would have been worse if the owner hadn't threatened to call the police. When Clint called, I ended the party. I wanted to take him to a hospital, but he insisted that everyone was fine, just a little sore. I went to his home yesterday and he told me they were some homophobic bastards, and that was it."

"Fucking shit, Nat." Wanda grumbles in shock, to which the redhead just shrugs and a sad smile. Before they can enter the room, the brunette calls out to her. "Can we go out to lunch together today? I want to talk to you."

Nat raises an eyebrow, but smiles. "Of course, sweetie."

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Ponedeljek 13:05 (Monday 01:05 pm)

"Look at this, it looks like I'm unblocked. I find myself obligated to fill your cell phone with memes."

Wanda smiles affectionately at your message. She retorts with a smiley and heart emoji before locking her device and walking over to her friend at the school entrance, wrapped in Carol Danvers' arms.

"Can I be a monster and interrupt the couple, ladies?" She asks aloud, and the two girls break the kiss with giggles.

"Hey, Maximoff." Carol greets without letting go of Nat, "How are you?"

"Hungry." Wanda replies truthfully receiving a giggle in return. "I will return your girlfriend after I eat, I promise."

The blonde raises an eyebrow and Natasha laughs as she does. Wanda doesn't understand the reaction, nor Carol's insouciance next, "You're going to do what with my girlfriend, Maximoff?"

"Have lunch...?"

"Stop tormenting her Carol." Nat cuts her off with a pat on the shoulder, still laughing, "Come on Wands." Nat kisses her girlfriend before pulling Wanda by the hand, and they walk out together through the schoolyard towards the food trucks and restaurants area down the street. Since they were younger, the Hex Anomaly, a -punk-alternative pub, was their favorite lunch spot. It had a rotating menu and always seemed to serve exactly what Wanda would like to eat.

The girls chatted about various subjects on the way - Wanda talked about school, Pietro and his mysterious fight, and about Erik's missed calls on her cell phone or how she was trying to get a job, and Natasha complained about boys sneaking in to spy on the school ballet practice and causing all her classmates to feel uncomfortable, and also Yelena staying in her home for the holidays this year.

Today the Hex was serving a Mexican menu, and after getting their tacos, tortillas, and nachos, Wanda and Natasha sat down at a table in the back of the crowded pub.

Natasha had just finished complimenting the food when Wanda cleared her throat and commented: "I wanted to apologize for Saturday."

But Nat shook her head, her frown slightly frowning.

"Oh, Wands, don't worry about that." She said gesturing a little. "We were both a little drunk, and I've known you for ages, I know you have no problem with me liking girls. Whatever issue you and Y/N are having is your business and I shouldn't be accusing you or yelling at you without knowing what's going on."

Wanda shakes her head. "No, Nat, I mean it. I'm sorry. I've been really jerky lately, and you're right, we've been friends forever. You tell me everything, and I want to be honest with you too."

Natasha smiles warmly, reaching out to give Wanda's hand a gentle squeeze on the top of the table before bringing it back to her lap. "All right, sweetie, tell me what you want to tell me then." Nat speaks with an encouraging smile, and Wanda takes a deep breath.

"Well, I've been acting weird because of someone I like."

Nat hums interested, raising an eyebrow. "Vision, right?"

Wanda chuckles shortly, impressed that she didn't even remember the boy's existence until he was mentioned. "No, not Vision." She says, swallowing her nervousness away. "I'll give you a hint. It's not a boy."

Natasha assumes a thoughtful expression for a moment and takes the opportunity to eat a cheese-stuffed nacho. Wanda awaits her response with her heart racing in her chest.

"Is it me?" Risks the redhead, and Wanda's eyes widen, a nervous giggle escaping her lips.

"What? No! No, of course not!"

The redhead laughs, shrugging. "What? It could be. I'm super hot." She comments, making Wanda laugh and roll her eyes.

"Not you, Nat." Wanda insists, and Natasha chuckles again before sighing.

"Well, then who?"

"Don't wanna guess?"

Nat twitches her nose. "Нет (No)." She laughs. "You have a lot of options, Wands, you know a lot of people. It's not Carol, is it? That would be weird..."

"Of course not, Natasha!" Wanda assures her laughing. She then looks down, swallowing dryly. "But it's a Danvers."

Natasha makes a soft grimace at the surprise and then gives a short laugh. "Of course. That makes sense." She says looking at Wanda. "You two had some weird tension going on, now I understand it was sexual."

Wanda laughs embarrassedly, shaking her head. " Are you not... surprised? That I'm, um... queer too?"

Nat chuckles, denying with her head. "To be honest, I always got the impression."

Wanda's eyes widen slightly. "What? How?"

Nat laughs again. "Wanda, for heaven's sake, it's not often that straight girls agree to kiss their friends at every opportunity. You were my first kiss, and second, and third..."

"Okay, I get it." Wanda interrupts with a nervous laugh, pushing back memories of drunken parties where she and Natasha would make out for 'fun'. She sighs next. "Damn, I wish I'd figured it out sooner."

Nat huffs, patting her on the shoulder. "Hey, relax. It's a hard thing. I thought I only liked girls until last year, don't you remember? And then I met Bucky. Sexuality is a complicated thing for everybody, especially if you're not straight. And let's not even talk about gender..." Wanda hums in agreement, and Natasha tastes more nachos before she speaks again. "What's going on between you and Y/N anyway? Are you two dating or is it casual?"

Wanda sighs. "I have no idea." She says. "We kissed on Sunday when she drove me home, but before that, I and half the school saw her making out with a blonde girl at your birthday party."

Nat twitches her nose. "Oh, I don't think that meant anything, honey." She says. "It was for truth or dare, and everyone was kind of drunk. But Y/N left the party with her ex-boyfriend after that..."

"I saw them arguing." Wanda retorts. "But I don't remember anything at all. I was just going around drinking like crazy instead of dealing with what I was feeling for her. And I was lucky that it was precisely Y/N who drove me to her house."

Nat gives an insinuating little smile. "And you guys slept all cuddled up, huh?"

With flushed cheeks, Wanda denies it. "She was very respectful, even made a bed on the floor for her. And I apologized for the way I was acting, and she drove me home. So we kissed in the car, and tomorrow I'm going to study at her house."

"Human anatomy I suppose." Nat teases getting another embarrassed grunt from her friend.

"History, smarty-pants." Wanda clarifies with flushed cheeks. "We are both failing at that subject."

Nat pretends to believe it. "Oh, and there's no better place to study than in her room right?"

"God, you're the worst." Wanda complains giggling, and Natasha giggles too. They eat between giggles for a moment, until the redhead says:

"I hope things work out between you guys." She says sincerely. "You seem happy. When you talk about her."

Wanda swallows dryly, nodding. "Yeah, that's how I feel around her also."

Nat offers her an assuring smile, and the two go back to eating.

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