#ceo x assistant fics are so 😫

[scarletsverse]

the universe fucking hates me, but i love it otherwise! 🤗

this chapter is so good that i can't even finish half the series on my notes app that i HAVE NOTTTT finished yet. this is really giving the devil wears prada, except it is not fashion, and miranda and andy are younger. 🥹

The Proposal - Part 1

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

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Summary: Wanda Maximoff is the book editor of a North American multinational corporation. You, as her assistant, are obliged to do all her bidding. And that includes marrying her when the redhead is in danger of being deported back to Sokovia. But it's all good. After all, what could possibly go wrong?

Word count: 4.657 || Pronouns: not used

Warnings: fake dating, blackmail, nudity (no smut), swearing

And here's the first part of this series!! I'm so excited for this, you guys have no idea! I love this movie and I can't wait to recreate it with Wanda! Hope you guys like what I do with this!

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The universe fucking hates you.

Last night you went to bed way past an appropriate time, reading book manuscripts, looking for one that might deserve a chance to be published.

To your surprise, you managed to find one that night, and you went to bed feeling satisfied with the day's work. And you had a good night's sleep. Actually, a very good night's sleep.

But as said, the universe fucking hates you, so of course there would be a power surge in the dilapidated building you live in that would burn out your charger. Of course your cell phone would start up completely dead, and your alarm clock wouldn't go off, and you wouldn't wake up on time.

Of course.

Mumbling every swear word you can think of, you get ready for another day of work, trying to fix your tie while you wait impatiently for the elevator to arrive on the first floor.

Knowing the New York traffic all too well, you don't risk taking a cab, and take off running towards your destination. It would take at least twenty minutes, but you would do everything to get to Lee Books before the evil woman who happens to be your boss.

On your way, you stop at the usual coffee shop, and feel all hope leaving your body at once as you see the gigantic line to take your order. Yeah, you wouldn't make it in time.

But then, like an angel sent from heaven, you see the attendant calling your name, smiling as she holds up two cups. You smile in appreciation as you walk up to her, and the girl smiles as she hands you the drinks.

After that, you start running again and stop only when you reach the Lee Books building, to get into the elevator that was about to close. Inside, you exchange awkward greetings with the employees around you, and tap your foot anxiously as you wait for the display to show your floor.

Once you get there, you allow yourself to let out a sigh of relief; your coworkers chatting away casually could only indicate that the demon hadn't arrived yet.

Not wanting to indulge yourself, however, you pick up the pace. But in the midst of your haste, you fail to see the errand guy passing in your path, and, proving once again that the universe hates you, you bump into him, squeezing the cups between the two of you.

"Jesus!" You yell in anger, but it's not really the guy's fault, so you just keep walking. You check the cups in your hand, and feel a wave of relief at seeing that at least one of them is intact.

The feeling is short-lived, however, as you soon notice the giant stain on the front of your white shirt. Trying to contain your frustration with deep breaths so as not to have a mental breakdown right there, you go in search of help.

"I need the shirt off your back. Literally." You say as you approach the desk of Anna Marie, one of your closest co-workers. The brunette examines the stain on your shirt for a brief second before raising her disgusted eyes back to yours.

"You're kidding, right?" she asks in disbelief, and you sigh wearily, already sick of that day and it had barely begun. "Two tickets to The Cure's concert on Saturday night for your shirt. You have five seconds to decide."

It takes Anna a little over five seconds to accept your offer, but you weren't really counting. After you leave the bathroom, your shirts changed, you thank her for her help, but she just says she'll be waiting for the tickets on her desk before her shift ends.

You can only relax again when you are standing in your boss's office, her coffee in your hands and your clothes once again presentable on your body. Now all you have to do is wait for her to arrive and endure another tiring day at work like all the others.

It doesn't take long before you begin to hear the clicks of her heels approaching, and you straighten your posture, distractedly smoothing your tie in front of your body.

"Morning, boss. You have a conference call in 30 minutes." You say as you hold out the coffee cup to her, and she barely looks at you as she takes it. "Yes. About the marketing of the spring books. I know."

Wanda Maximoff is a... difficult woman. Even after three years of working for her, the redhead always found a way to make you feel small, stepping on eggshells whenever she was around.

She was extremely demanding, brutally honest, and robotically insensitive. In all the years you worked with her, you never saw Wanda show a single emotion, even if she made her employees cry with an alarming frequency.

But she was one of the best at her job, if not the best. And if putting up with her in all her arrogance and cruelty is what it takes to become a book editor one day, that's what you would do.

The two of you then begin to discuss the pertinent issues of that morning, from meetings and appointments for the day to whether or not you had done the things she had told you to do.

You also let her know that her immigration lawyer called, demanding urgency, but she just interrupts you, telling you to cancel the call before giving you another set of tasks.

"Oh, and get a hold of PR and have them start drafting a press release. Rogers is doing Jimmy Fallon." She finishes the commands without even looking at you and you widen your eyes in surprise. "Wow. Nicely done."

"If I want your praise, I will ask for it." She replies snidely, turning to fiddle with her computer, and you resist the urge to roll your eyes as you walk toward the office door.

"Um... Who is, uh, who is Jillian?" Wanda asks next, making you stop in your tracks. "And why does she want me to call her?" She adds, showing the message on the cup to you and you clench your jaw.

"Well, that was originally my cup." You answer slowly, trying to hide your embarrassment. "And I'm drinking your coffee why?" she then asks, in a tone like someone talking to a stupid child.

"Because your coffee spilled." You reply, fearing for your life as the redhead looks at you with judgmental eyes. She nods briefly then, bringing the cup to her lips, and you remain frozen in place, wondering if you should continue walking away or wait.

"So, you drink unsweetened cinnamon light soy lattes?" Wanda asks after taking a sip, raising her eyebrows defiantly in your direction. You have only a second to decide whether to speak the truth or not, and you obviously make the worst choice.

"I do. It's like Christmas in a cup." You reply wryly, but the redhead doesn't flinch. Instead, she settles back in her chair, her debauched posture never leaving her. "Umm. Is that a coincidence?"

"Incredibly, it is. I mean I wouldn't possibly drink the same coffee that you drink just in case yours spilled. That would be, uh, pathetic." You reply, laughing nervously, and look away the next moment to answer your phone, missing the way she looks at you disdainfully before turning to her computer again.

"Morning. Miss Waximoff's office. Hey, Tony." You greet the man on the other end of the line, but barely pay attention to what he says next, as Wanda makes a sign with her hand, signaling that you're going there at that moment.

"Actually, we're headed to your office right now. Yeah." You let Stark know and then hang up the phone, looking at Wanda with confused eyes, even though her back is turned to you. "Why are we headed to Tony's office?"

The only answer you get is a click of the redhead's tongue in a fake smile, and you repeat the action annoyedly. Trying to control your nerves, you quickly fish out your cell phone, typing into your co-workers' chat group a "the witch is on her broom!" before escorting her out.

"Have you finished the manuscript I gave you?" you venture to ask, not daring to look at her as you do so. "Uh, I read a few pages. I wasn't that impressed." She says and you resist the urge to scoff. "Can I say something?"

"No." She replies snidely, but you ignore her. "I've read thousands of manuscripts, and this is the only one I've given you. There's an incredible novel in there. The kind of novel you used to publish-"

"Uh, wrong." She interrupts you rudely, looking at Anna's blouse as you walk past her. "And I do think you order the same coffee as I do just in case you spill, which is, in fact, pathetic."

"Or impressive." You argue, trying not to be shaken by her harsh words, but Wanda doesn't budge at any point. "I'd be impressed if you didn't spill in the first place.

"Now remember, you're just a prop in here." She adds meanly as you're about to enter Stark's office. "Won't say a word." You say with a sigh, keeping your emotions to yourself.

"Ah! Our fearless leader and her liege. Please, do come in." The man with the goatee greets, and you force a smile at the unfunny joke. But preferring not to comment, you just watch the completely uninteresting interaction of the two on some old piece of furniture.

"Tony, I'm letting you go." Wanda says suddenly, taking both you and Stark by surprise. The man looks at you, as if in search of some explanation, but you just look away. "Pardon?"

"I asked you over a dozen times to get Rogers to do Jimmy Fallon, and you didn't do it. You're fired." She replies casually, like someone talking about the weather, and you decide it might be better to close the door.

"I have told you that is impossible. Steve hasn't done an interview in twenty years." Tony retorts with annoyed humor. Wanda remains with her usual serious expression and you remain still, afraid to move and attract attention to you somehow.

"Well, that is interesting, because I just got off the phone with him, and he is in." She tells you, and you contain a smile at the almost shocked expression the man with the goatee makes, "Excuse me?"

"You didn't even call him, did you?" Wanda retorts, starting to sound annoyed, and you swallow dryly, your eyes running from Stark to your boss as they talk. "But-"

"I know, I know. Steve can be a little scary to deal with. For you." The redhead accuses and as Stark assumes an offensive posture, you bite your lip to hold back a smile, remembering the rumors that swirled about the two of them a few years ago.

"Now, I will give you two months to find another job and then you can tell everyone you resigned, okay?" Wanda suggests calmly and doesn't wait for an answer before leaving the room. Stark is static, and you prefer not to say anything else before following the redhead out.

"What's his twenty?" she asks when you're already in the common area of the floor, and you look back discreetly, peeking out the window of Tony's living room. "He's moving. He has crazy eyes."

"Don't do it, Tony, don't do it." Wanda mutters to herself, but it's in vain, because less than a second later Stark is behind you, staring at the redhead with eyes wide with anger.

"You poisonous bitch!" he shouts in the middle of the office, making all the employees go absolutely silent to try to understand what's going on.

"You can't fire me! You don't think I see what you're doing here? Sandbagging me on this Jimmy Fallon thing just so that you can look good to the board?" Tony angrily accuses, and you sit down in one of the free chairs, already feeling a migraine starting before that crazy day.

"Because you are threatened by me! And you are a monster." The man with the goatee finishes proudly, but Wanda is unfazed. In fact, she watches the scene with an impassive expression, a small smile on her lips, and you wonder once again since you started working for her if she's some kind of psychopath.

"Tony, stop." Wanda asks, a slight tone of humor in her voice as she leans on one of the office's half walls, but Stark isn't intending to listen to her. "Just because you have no semblance of a life outside of this office, you think that you can treat all of us like your own personal slaves."

That was a low blow, and from Tony's victorious expression you think he knows that too. But you don't really care, because deep down you also think the same way.

"You know what, I feel sorry for you. Because you know what you're gonna have on your deathbed? Nothing and no one." Stark continues the nasty speech, but at that point you just want him to shut up so you can continue working in peace.

"Listen carefully, Tony," Wanda begins, walking dangerously slowly to a stop face to face with the man, "I didn't fire you because I feel threatened. No. I fired you because you're lazy, entitled, incompetent and you spend more time cheating on your wife than you do in your office."

You widen your eyes at her speech, watching the scene as if you were watching the most interesting movie in the world. Obviously, you don't dare utter a single sound, and the redhead continues talking.

"And if you say another word, Y/n here is gonna have you thrown out on your ass, okay?" She says and you immediately make a shocked expression. But then she's looking at you for confirmation and you nod briefly.

"Another word," Wanda continues when Stark threatens to interrupt her, "and you're going out of here with an armed escort. Y/n will film it and put it on that social media app. What's that?"

"Instagram?" You respond weakly, completely embarrassed by the situation your boss is putting you in right now, but the redhead doesn't care one bit, turning her attention back to Tony. "Exactly. Is that what you want?"

The question goes unanswered as Stark just stares at her in silence and Wanda lets out a brief victorious smile. "Didn't think so, I have work to do." She ends the conversation, giving no opportunity for a retort as she turns and walks back to her office.

The next moment all the employees around you are back to work, sounds of keyboards and papers being flipped echoing through the room as you go back to following Wanda around.

"I need you around this weekend to help review his files and his manuscript." She announces as the two of you are walking, as if the moment of a second ago never happened, and you look at her with apprehension. "This weekend?"

"You have a problem with that?" she asks, not really sounding concerned, in fact, directing her eyes to yours as if daring you to contradict her.

"No. I... Just my dad's 60th birthday, so I was gonna go home and-" you try to explain, but the next moment the redhead is walking away, leaving you talking to yourself, "it's fine. I'll cancel it. You're actually saving me from a weekend of misery anyway so it's... good talk, yeah."

You finally give up standing there talking to yourself like an idiot and, with a mixed sigh of exhaustion and irritation, you go to your desk.

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After the scandalous events of your morning, you try to get some work done, answering emails and calls, as well as reading manuscripts of books that are intended to be published.

However, less than an hour later, you receive a call on your cell phone, and you smile as you see your sister's name on the screen, the photo you two took years ago glowing on the device's screen.

"Good morning, Officer." You joke as you answer, and hear a soft chuckle on the other end of the line. "Good morning, boring office worker." Natasha replies in the same tone, making you smile.

"What time will you be home? Dad wants to pick you up at the airport." The redhead announces the last part in an amused tone, and you laugh softly, leaning back against your office chair. "That's nice, but you really don't have to do that.

"Then you tell him that and break his heart." She promptly hits back, and it's as if you can see her rolling her eyes amused, and you smile to yourself, missing your sister. Then the silence drags on, and you finally remember that she is waiting for an answer. "Yeah... I won't be able to make it."

"Come on, Y/n!" Natasha complains at the same instant, showering you with comments about how you haven't been home in three years, about how important family is, or about how your job in New York isn't worth what you have to face.

"I know, I know! Please tell dad I'm sorry... Nat, come on, what do you want me to tell you? She's making me work the weekend." You interrupt, but Natasha just stays silent and you are not surprised by the words that follow the pause. "You should resign, you know?"

"Of course not, Nat. I've worked too hard for this promotion to throw it all away, okay?" you say and hear your sister start to retort. But then you see Wanda approaching your desk out of the corner of your eye and mutter a quick goodbye to her, saying you would call her later.

"Was that your family?" The redhead asks as she stops beside your desk. "Yes." You answer simply, not looking at her as you do so. "They tell you to quit?" she asks and you laugh softly, completely humorless. "Every single day."

Wanda just nods at your snide comment, but before she can think to reply, the phone on your desk rings, and you answer it at the same instant. The redhead stands there, waiting for the message, and less than a minute later, you are hanging up the phone.

"Xavier and Lehnsherr want to see you upstairs immediately." You let her know and Wanda closes her eyes, taking a deep breath to relieve the stress. "Okay. Come get me in ten minutes. We've got a lot to do."

"Okey-doke." You respond with a forced smile. But as soon as she walks away it disappears, replaced by a grimace of irritation. But before you can let the feeling consume you any longer, the phone is ringing again and you sigh, getting back to work.

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As you make your way to the top floor to pick up Wanda, you decide to briefly check your cell phone.

As soon as you unlock the device, however, your screen is flooded with aggressive messages and angry emojis from your younger sister, Yelena, somewhat worrying threats about you not coming home for your father's sixtieth birthday.

But then the elevator is opening again and you sigh. Being forced to deal with it after your working hours, you return the cell phone to your pocket, straightening your tie before exiting the elevator.

You politely greet the secretary to the company's CEOs and the woman returns it with a kind smile as you approach the door. With a few light knocks on the wood, you open the door shortly thereafter, knowing the three people in that room think they are too important to open the door for you.

"Excuse me, we're in a meeting." Charles Xavier, who is sitting in his wheelchair behind the desk, interrupts your greeting with a serious expression, and you force a smile at the annoyed look on Erik Lehnsherr's face, sitting against the office commode right next to the other man, his arms crossed in front of his chest.

"Sorry to interrupt." You say apologetically, and only then does Wanda turn toward the door. "What?!" She asks impatiently, and you hold back from answering that it was she who called you in there in the first place.

"Raven from Mr Fallon's office called. She's on the line," you let her know, speaking as fast as you can while the woman nods quickly, "she needs to speak with you right away. I told her you were otherwise engaged. She insisted, so... Sorry."

You take a discreet deep breath as you finish speaking, your hand still resting on the doorknob. Noticing that Wanda stares at you in silence with a strange expression, you frown.

"Come here." She gestures with her mouth so that only you can hear, and your eyebrows frown even more in complete confusion. But then she is calling you again, impatiently, and you rush to obey.

"Gentlemen, I understand. I understand the predicament that we are in. And, um... And there's, uh... well... I think there's something that you should know." Wanda speaks to the two CEOs, awkwardly making her way to your side, and you keep your hands in your pockets uncomfortably.

"We're, uh... We're getting married." She says clumsily, patting your belly even clumsier and your brain just stops right there.

What does she mean you're getting married? Has she lost her mind? Or have you lost your mind? Yeah, you must have fallen and hit your head somewhere and now you were having the worst nightmare of your life while you were actually lying in some hospital bed.

"We are getting married." The redhead repeats, bringing you back to reality as she continues the awkward endearment that she thinks is convincing, and you wanted to laugh at the absurd situation if not for your body's entire unresponsiveness.

"Who is getting married?" You make a way to ask, still not believing that that whole situation could be real. But the redhead just forces a laugh. "You and I. You and I are getting married! Yes."

Noticing that Wanda is looking at Charles and Erik you do the same, and noticing that the two men are expecting a more convincing answer from you, you try to formulate something to say.

"We are." That's all that comes out of your lips, and for a moment you wonder if you're even managing to blink. "Getting married, yes." The redhead completes your words with a nod for emphasis.

"Your secretary?" Erik asks Wanda, a mixture of humor and confusion in his tone as he points in your direction. "Assistant." You correct the man, trying not to let your annoyance show, but he just smiles amused.

"Executive! Assistant... Secretary... Titles." The redhead replies, waving her hands dismissively. "But wouldn't it be the first time one of us fell for our secretaries, would it, Lehnsherr?" She adds humorously, and you resist the urge to widen your eyes at the insinuation.

"The truth is," Wanda continues, completely ignoring the awkward atmosphere in the room, "you know, Y/n and I, we're... We're just two people who weren't meant to fall in love but we did." She continues and you wonder if anyone would try to stop you if you jumped out the window now.

"All those late nights at the office and weekend book fairs... Something happened." She continues in a tone convincing to absolutely no one, and you force a nervous laugh. "Something."

"Yeah, tried to fight it and... Can't-Can't fight a love like ours." Wanda says, wrapping an arm around you in an awkward hug, and the most you can do in response is to try not to grimace in discomfort. Lucky for you, she pulls away less than a second later.

"So, uh... Are we good with this? Are you happy? Because, well... We are happy. So happy." She asks Erik and Charles, who watch the scene with humorous expressions of those who don't believe that absurd story one bit.

You imagine that all this marriage nonsense has to do with whatever it is they were talking about before you arrived. Now, how such a subject got to you marrying your wicked boss, you would never be able to tell.

"Wanda, it's terrific. Just make it official, mhm?" Charles says, pointing to the wedding ring on his finger, and you swallow dryly. Your expressions contort in disgust no matter how hard you try to avoid it.

You and Wanda were getting married? Wanda Maximoff? The most insufferable person you know? Your boss? Absolutely not. No way, no. Not happening.

"Yeah, well, then... Then that means we need to get ourselves to the immigration office so we can work this whole mess out. Right?" The redhead then says, but you are too shocked to process anything that is happening at that moment.

By the time you realize your surroundings again you and Wanda are outside the company's executive directors office, the redhead a few steps ahead of you as if nothing has happened.

As you follow her, you notice some chatter around you, some colleagues casting curious and insinuating glances at you, and you immediately decide to keep your gaze down.

As soon as you return to her office, you close the door, and turn to Wanda with your mind still racing at a thousand miles an hour. The redhead, on the other hand, is just working normally, and you take a deep breath to pull yourself together.

"I don't understand what's happening." You speak eventually, your voice slightly shaky from shock, but Wanda doesn't raise her eyes to you as she flips through the pages of one of the manuscripts she's evaluating. "Relax, this is for you too."

"Do explain." You ask, the shock slowly turning to irritation. "They were going to make Tony chief." She replies simply, answering absolutely nothing, and you resist the urge to scoff. "So naturally I would have to marry you."

"And what's the problem?" She asks casually, and your first impulse is to ask if she wants the reasons in chronological or relevance order. Before the words can leave your mouth, she is speaking again. "Like you were saving yourself for someone special?"

"I like to think so. Besides, it's illegal." You say impatiently, but the redhead just laughs amused. "They're looking for terrorists, not for book publishers. She says humorously, but you don't even smile. "Wanda, I'm not gonna marry you."

"Sure you are. Because if you don't marry me, your dreams of touching the lives of millions with the written word are dead." She says calmly, finally looking at you. "Tony is gonna fire you the second I'm gone. Guaranteed. That means you're out on the street alone looking for a job. That means all the time that we spent together, all the lattes, all the canceled dates were all for nothing and all your dreams of being an editor are gone."

"But don't worry," she continues, pretending not to notice your almost terrified expression looking at her, "after the required allotment of time, we'll get a quickie divorce and you'll be done with me. But until then, like it or not, your wagon is hitched to mine, okay?"

It's amazing how calmly Wanda talks about such an absurd subject, about how the future of your career is so dependent on her. Worst of all, she knows this so well that she put you in this situation without a second thought, without even considering how you would feel about it. Because she doesn't care, of course she doesn't.

Suddenly your breathing becomes shallow, your heart beating fast inside your chest while the sounds of the office become almost deafening. Amidst so many questions and possibilities of what that absurd idea will result in, you have only one certainty.

The universe fucking hates you.

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And that's it for today! I hope you enjoyed it, thoughts and comments are always welcome ツ

Part 2