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[missmonsters2]

BESTIE I JUST REALIZED ITS TUESDAY… MIRROR, MIRROR DAY?👀

I love you all 🥹🥹🥹🥹 It's indeed tuesday but resting my brain as I had a lot of work stuff come up this week 🥺

It will be out next tuesday <33333333

[holiday-house-of-m]

I want R to punch Vision lmao

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐚 & 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 - 𝐨𝐧𝐞

pairing: cheerleader!wanda maximoff x fem!reader

summary: it's a typical high school day. people love to talk and you hate the drama, but your bad sense of timing lands you in detention. at least you had an entertaining show and two visitors to keep you company. hell, you even got to see one of the main stars after the show.

warnings: tony, vision and pepper are lowkey assholes oops (like for this whole series)

word count: 4.7k

a/n: this is like the 3rd repost bc the other posts didn't appear in the tags🙃

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If there was one thing that remained constant throughout your high school experience so far, it was the incessant rumors about everyone and anyone that spread almost as quickly as chlamydia had when there was an outbreak among last year’s senior class. You would think that people would get tired of meaningless gossip, especially when 99% of the time, it was all bullshit. However, it seemed like students foamed at the mouth when they heard just about any new piece of information about their peers.

“I’m telling you, Maria is hooking up with someone,” you heard someone whisper.

“And why exactly do you think that?”

“She’s my lab partner and usually, she’s an absolute pain in the ass, but she’s actually been quite… tolerable lately.”

“Mr. Rollins, Mr. Sitwell, care to share what you find so funny with the rest of the class?” The teacher asked, interrupting the resident bullies, who were really just Brock Rumlow’s minions.

“It’s nothing, Mr. Heimdall,” said Jasper as he nervously pushed his glasses back up. His friend, though, was having none of it.

“We were just talking about how Maria Hill is back with her ex,” Jack said, meeting your glare with a smirk.

You weren’t Maria’s ex. You didn’t even remember talking to her other than that one time you left Yelena and Natasha’s house and you bumped into her as she was leaving. That didn’t stop the entire from speculating about your supposed relationship, especially the last people you were apparently hooking up with were seen tonguing each other at a party.

“Alright, alright,” said Mr. Heimdall, trying to regain control over the classroom full of chattering juniors. “This isn’t a gossiping period. Go back to working on your Great Gatsby worksheets unless you want additional work to complete as homework.”

A collective of groans was heard and the students quieted down, but you could still hear murmurs from those near you.

“I heard Maria is dating Romanoff though… You think Maria is cheating on her?”

“Ugh, I would never show my face again if my girlfriend was cheating on me with her ex.”

“Guys, Jack is totally lying. I bet it’s just some bullshit Rumlow fed him. I think she’s actually hooking up with Nebula now.”

“Nebula? Gamora’s weird emo sister?”

“Well, maybe she has a type. Remember how Wanda used to be emo? And those two used to be close. I bet you they were hooking up before Wanda became a cheerleader.”

“Damn. Imagine hooking up with Wanda Maximoff, then she becomes hot and dumps you for a nerd.”

“He’s rich though.”

“Even worse. There’s no way she’s looking back your way then. I don’t blame her for turning into a player and trying to seduce every single girl at school.”

This time, you couldn’t stop yourself from facing the group of snickering teenagers and flip them off. Of course, Mr. Heimdall chose this moment to pay attention to the class, catching you in the action. He sighed and gave you detention before asking you to stay after class.

“Couldn’t you have until after school to do that?” he asked you once everyone filed out of the classroom after the bell signalled the end of the day. “Or at least when I’m not looking?”

You smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of your neck. Mr. Heimdall was your favorite teacher and he always had a soft spot for you. “It won’t happen again,” you promised.

“I’m holding it to you. Now, about that internship,” he chuckled at the way your eyes immediately brightened. “I talked to my friend, and Frigga said that she was impressed by your portfolio and your resume. You have an interview scheduled in 2 weeks.”

“Oh my god! Thank you so much, Mr. Heimdall!” you squealed in excitement. The tall English teacher gave you a warm, fatherly smile as he packed up his things to leave.

“It’s your work that got you the interview. I was just the messenger,” he shrugged. “But Frigga is very particular about her interns. She doesn’t just accept anyone to work at her museum. So, you need to be on your best behaviour. You don’t want to be stuck in detention and be unable to complete your internship, now do you?” You gave him a mock salute and nodded. “Alright kid, go on then. Dr. Lawson is the one supervising detention and you know how much she hates tardiness.”

You gave your teacher one last thank you before leaving. You were nearly skipping your way to your locker to grab a few things before heading to Dr. Lawson’s classroom in the STEM wing of the school for detention. Right when you thought nothing could bring down your mood after receiving such great news, you came face to face with Tony Stark’s little group of friends, and Pepper and some of her cheerleader friends standing near your locker.

“So, rumor has it, you’re the reason Hill isn’t as cranky during our robotics club meetings,” Tony sneered while Pepper pulled him back and chastised his behavior. Although, her weak grip on his arm and the slight curl of her lip betrayed any kind of sincerity in her actions.

“Have you ever thought that maybe she’s in a sour mood because she has to be around your arrogant ass all the time?” you challenged him with the raise of a brow and turned to the rest of his group. “You know, our classrooms aren’t all that big. It gets pretty hard to breathe with your big heads taking up so much space.”

“Listen here—” Vision was always the more even-tempered of the Stark brothers, but any attack on his loved ones would rile him up in a matter of seconds.

“What? You think I’m scared of you because your name’s on the building? It just proves to me that you’ll never achieve anything without daddy’s money.” You took one step closer to the group, eyeing both Stark brothers and the rest of their group, not missing the way Tony’s best friend, Rhodey huffed and puffed while Bruce just stood there awkwardly as if he wanted to be anywhere but here.

Your little stare-off was cut short by the clearing of the throat from one of Pepper’s cheerleader friends, Thena. You actually weren’t sure if they were really friends or if they only tolerated each other because Pepper was the captain and Thena wanted to stay on the squad.

“As fun as this little squabble is,” the tall blonde said, twirling one hand in your direction, “I only agreed to wait because Pepper said she had to grab something from her locker. So, either you hurry up to get to my car or you find another ride home.”

Without waiting for a response, Thena turned away from the group and threw a wink in your direction. You watched her walk away, trying to suppress a smile. You were sure she was going to tell Makkari all about your encounter with the Starks and your friend would inevitably tease you about it.

“Whatever, have fun in detention, Casanova,” Vision muttered before pulling his ex-girlfriend closer to him who pushed away with a scowl. Right as they all started to leave, you briefly made eye contact with Wanda, but you promptly turned your attention back to your locker to retrieve the notebooks you were looking for and headed to detention.

Obviously, you were late and Dr. Lawson wasn’t pleased about it, but she was also busy with grading tests, so she let it slide this time. Looking out from the window in the chemistry lab, you saw the group from earlier all try to get in the car. Thena was leaning against the driver’s door while typing away on her phone, completely uninterested in the scene Pepper and Tony were causing. The three other guys were trying to calm the couple down while Wanda just stood to the side with her arms across her chest.

As if sensing you watching her, she tilted her head up and met your gaze. You were sure that had the others not been so focused on Tony and Pepper (save Thena), Wanda would’ve never risked staring your way. It was like an unspoken rule you two had. It hadn’t always been like this, but after she became a cheerleader by the end of freshman year, something just changed between you two. She acted like you didn’t exist and being the normal human you were, you did the same. You couldn’t remember the last time you had an actual conversation at school.

A small scrunched up piece of paper landed on your desk, preventing you from reminiscing about your lost friendship any longer. You found a grinning Makkari standing in front of Druig. You craned your neck in search of Dr. Lawson who would’ve surely reprimanded them for disrupting detention, but she was nowhere in sight.

"Dr. Lawson went to get something in her office," Makkari informed you as if reading your mind.

“Now, please tell me you won your little fight with the Starks,” Druig pleaded, pulling out chairs for both him and his girlfriend.

“First of all, I didn’t fight anyone,” you said, narrowing your eyes at the couple. “Second of all, I think Thena might a faster texter than you,” you told Makkari while gesturing finger guns, then pulling both your index fingers and your hands closer to you, and the texting sign before pointing to her.

"She’s just a concise texter," Makkari responded, shaking her head. "I’m definitely faster than her."

“Stop trying to change the subject, what was your fight about?” Druig nudged your arm, a mischievous expression on his face.

“I already told you, it wasn’t a fight,” you repeated, staring back down the window to the group still on the side of the street. “But if you’re looking for a fight, there’s one happening down there,” you gestured out the window.

Makkari and Druig quickly mirrored your position to watch the scene below. Tony was seemingly trying to comfort Pepper while their friends watched them on the side and Thena took refuge inside her car.

“They were probably fighting about not having enough space in Thena’s car. The girl drives a freakin’ sedan, and they’re out here trying to fit six passengers in there,'' you guessed, but then switched your attention back to the World History assignment on your desk.

"The guys don’t usually carpool with the girls," Makkari noted with a frown, but then snorted in realization. "Thena definitely didn’t remind Pepper that she doesn’t have enough space in her car. How long have they been out there?"

“How ever much time it’s been since school ended,” you shrugged before writing down an answer on your worksheet.

“And has Wanda been stealing glances your way this whole time?” At Druig’s question, your eyes snap back up then down and sure enough, green eyes stared back at you, accompanied by a slight furrow of the brow. But just as quickly as she’d been caught, she turned her head back to face her friends.

“Be honest with me, Lothario, you are aware that Wanda Maximoff totally has the hots for you right? I know you keep saying that you’re not the reason Wanda and Vision broke up at the end of the summer, but come on. You two used to be joined at the hip before sophomore year. And now ever since they broke up, it’s like the eyefucking has only intensified!” Druig argued, leaning against the ceiling-to-floor window.

You rolled your eyes and shook your head. “Can you not call me that?”

“Got it, would you prefer lady-killer?”

"Druig, stop." Makkari lightly hit his arm and just as you lifted your hand to your chin to thank her, she added, "She’s clearly Romeo. Can you not feel the star-crossed lovers energy? You know, the popular cheerleader and the withdrawn artsy kid."

Your smile dropped as you just stared at them, unamused. You observed the giggling couple for a few moments before you interrupted them, “I don’t know why you insist on calling me that we all know those rumors are bullshit.”

Dr. Lawson chose that exact moment to walk in. Neither one of you said anything until the chemistry teacher just sighed. “I’m gonna pretend I didn’t hear or see anything,” she said but motioned for Druig and Makkari to leave, which they did while expressing quick apologies.

Just as you were about to go back to actually doing homework, your phone lit up with a notification. Seeing that Dr. Lawson was back to being focused on her own work, you discretely responded.

red: see u later? yellow: 👍

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After closing your bedroom door behind you, you shrugged off your backpack and your brown work jacket.

“If you’re not gonna wear that, can I wear it? I’m kinda freezing in my cheer uniform.” The voice made you jump and quickly flicked on the lights.

“Jesus, Wanda!” you exhaled and clutched your chest. The intruder had absolutely no remorse though, judging by her bright expression. You opened your closet and pulled out one of the hoodies you knew she liked wearing. She was likely going to return it to you in about a week’s time once it no longer smelled like you, instead smelling like the perfume she had started wearing the summer of freshman year. “Are you trying to kill me?”

“Obviously not, if you die, who’s going to cuddle with me while watching movies?” Her pout was wiped away as soon as you presented her with her favorite hoodie. Snuggling into the soft garment, she smiled shyly at you. “Hi,” she said softly.

“Hi,” you responded, matching her tone. You pushed away a loose strand of hair behind her ear before placing your hands on her waist, pulling her closer to you while she wrapped her arms around your neck. Your eyes trailed down at her lips, back up at her eyes and then back down only to see her teeth now catching her bottom lip. Slowly, you leaned forward to press your lips against hers, a smile spreading on both of your faces. She giggled and hid her face in the crook of your neck.

“I missed you so much,” Wanda murmured against your skin.

“You saw me like two hours ago.”

“You know what I mean.”

You fought the urge to tell her that things didn’t have to be this way. You were the one who had agreed to this secret arrangement, and you would never pressure her into doing something she wasn’t ready to do. Besides, fighting with your favorite person was a dumb way to spend your limited time together. So, you joined her on your bed, making her grin in the process. The moment you laid down on your back, she shifted her body to lay on top of you, her head resting on your chest while her left hand rested on your stomach. You began to stroke her hair, enjoying how soft her hair felt between your fingers.

“Remember that internship I told you about?”

“At the Odinsons’ museum?”

You hummed, “I have an interview soon.”

Wanda quickly pushed herself up and beamed at you. “Oh my gosh! That’s great news! I’m so proud of you, baby.” She started to pepper your face with kisses, making you laugh.

“It’s just an interview, it doesn’t mean I actually got the internship.”

“Still,” she insisted. “When is it?”

“In 2 weeks.”

“After homecoming?”

You nodded, your mood slightly dimming. You couldn’t care less about homecoming. You didn’t even understand the point of having a dance every year after a sports game. At least this year, it would be after a basketball game, which meant you wouldn’t have to freeze on a cold October evening while watching a bunch of sweaty footballers tackle each other. Instead, you would get to watch some of the most attractive girls at your school swiftly pass the ball between them to make a basket.

Alright, so you were a little (very) biased, but it wasn’t like it really mattered when your focus wasn’t on the players most of the time. No, your attention was solely on a certain brunette cheerleader encouraging either team that played that year. Even before she was a cheerleader, Wanda had been the only person that made homecoming games tolerable for you.

Even though Yelena liked to claim that she had been the one who succeeded in dragging you to the football game by bribing you with food, she was wrong. It was really the thought of having an excuse to see Wanda for more than a split second as you “accidentally” made eye contact with her in the cafeteria that pushed you to go.

This year, you still couldn’t openly show any affection towards Wanda, per your agreement, but at least you didn’t have to try so hard to pretend you didn’t find her utterly adorable during pep rallies. You had already planned to spend the weekend with her since your parents were going to be away visiting family, and you also had an extra homecoming surprise for her.

Just because you didn’t quite get homecoming didn’t mean you wouldn’t try for Wanda, especially when you knew how much she loved homecoming. Ever since you were kids, she talked about how one day she wanted to be homecoming queen and she would want to dance with her lover under the bright lights. She would talk about how she wanted a romantic proposal, but it didn’t actually matter how the person asked her as long as it was someone she loved and who loved her back.

Freshman year, nobody knew her (nor you), so you had planned a small homecoming proposal at her house, but it didn’t mean much since you were asking her as a friend. (That was what you told her anyway). Last year, Vision had asked her. You had heard all about the dozens of roses he had showered her with along with the digital announcement board in the hallway from the main entrance being used as his proposal sign. Although you didn’t see it, you were sure Wanda loved it. This year, she and Vision were no longer together, but he was still trying to win her back and he would undoubtedly attempt to do so with another extravagant homecoming proposal.

“Are you going this year?” she asked, propping herself up on her elbow.

“Maybe? I don’t really have anyone to go with, but Yelena is probably gonna force me to go again.”

“You could ask Maria Hill,” Wanda said in what you assumed was supposed to be a joking manner, but the girl was absolutely terrible at hiding the green-eyed monster residing inside her heart.

“I don’t want to fight tonight,” you said as she suddenly gained interest in fiddling with the sleeves of your hoodie.

“I don’t,” she affirmed as she sat back up, cross-legged. “I just don’t get why you let people say those things about you,” she said, sitting back up cross-legged.

“What am I supposed to do?” you ask, exasperated.

“Tell them it’s not true!”

“I have always denied any rumor about me dating or hooking up with someone. It’s not my fault that people are too dumb and would rather live in delusion than believe me.” You pushed yourself up to sit up and face her.

Most of the time, you didn’t mind the whispers in the hallway. They were dumb and had nothing better to do than to make up things about people they didn’t know. And the first time, you were even a little flattered that people thought you had managed to grab Carol Danvers’ attention. In hindsight, the only reason people thought you were dating the basketball team’s captain was probably because you two used to be the only ones out of the closet back then.

What you initially believed to just be a one-time thing became the reason you now had the reputation of being some sort of heartbreaker, making Sappho proud. That was when you started to harbor contempt for what your classmates liked to say about you. It started to make you wary of how you interacted with anyone and everyone, paranoid that people would misconstrue a polite smile as a flirtatious smirk.

Stil, no matter how careful you were, people still found ways to link you to just about any girl at school. After Carol, you were apparently hooking up with Valkyrie, the resident stoner, but that rumor died pretty quickly after Carol and Valkyrie were seen making out at a party. Then, Maria Hill had the unfortunate consequence of being attached to your name after defending you from people talking about you in the locker rooms. (Months later, when you saw her at Yelena and Natasha’s house, she assured you that she didn’t mind since those people were assholes who didn’t shit anyway.) People also thought you were seeing Nebula and you had absolutely no idea where that came from. At least with Yelena, you knew people thought you were dating because she only hung out with you the moment she transferred schools. And lastly, Natasha… well, if you weren’t seeing Yelena, then people would settle with linking you to her older sister who often gave you lifts back home after school whenever your art club meetings ended at the same time as her dance club practices.

So yeah, as great as all those girls were, you didn’t enjoy being the subject of your classmates’ gossip chain, but rarely did you do anything about it. It was just easier for you to ignore them than to fight them. You were already halfway done with high school and then, you would never see the vast majority of them ever again.

Wanda remained silent with her eyes glued to the floor. “I’m sorry,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I know you don’t like people constantly talking about you.”

“I’m sorry for lashing out,” you said, reaching out to tilt her chin back up so you could see those green eyes you loved so much.

Wanda shuffled to get close enough to rest her forehead against yours. “I wish I could block out those people’s voices and ignore them like you do. You make it look so easy,” she admitted with a sad smile.

“You’ll get there some day,” you told her before placing a gentle kiss on her forehead. You knew she wasn’t talking about the rumors anymore. Well, not solely that anyway. There was a reason you two had kept your relationship secret. Wanda wasn’t ready to come out to everyone yet. She knew her family would still love her and most of the school would be accepting of her, but she also knew people would talk about her. She also didn’t know how the cheer squad would react, and despite how unpleasant they could be sometimes, she genuinely liked being part of the squad.

You told her you were okay with keeping things between you two. And you truly were. There were just days that were harder than others. Days where you wished you could just hold her hand in the hallway. Days where she wished she could tell her classmates to fuck off and stop bothering you. But those days weren’t possible. Not yet.

Suddenly, you heard the front door of your house open and the telltale sounds of your parents coming home. The thuds of boots being kicked off, the rattling of keys being tossed in the key tray on the entryway dresser, a “honey, we’re home” being yelled.

You groaned, but pulled away from Wanda so she could go grab her belongings. You hugged her one last time and kissed her goodbye like you had grown used to doing.

“We’re still on for Friday?” She asked, as if you would suddenly bail on her.

“Of course,” you said and pecked her cheek.

“See you on Friday, sunshine.” Wanda grinned and carefully climbed out your window that looked out on your garage. She crawled towards the edge of the garage roof and grabbed onto one of the thicker branches from the tree planted next to the garage. Once she made it safely on the ground, she waved at you and pulled her bike from the bush. You waved back, watching her figure disappear as she biked down the street back to her house.

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Back at school the next day, it was as if last night had never happened. You walked from the bus stop to school, your steps matching the beat of the music you were listening to.

“Hey, loser!” You heard a faint voice yelling, mixing in with the song playing from your earbuds. Pulling out one earbud, you heard the voice again coming from behind you, but clearer.

“Good morning to you too, Lena,” you greeted your best friend with a quick side hug. The blonde girl was having none of it though. She groaned and pulled you in for a proper hug, arms wrapped tightly around you and your backpack, head on your shoulder and everything, effectively blocking traffic right in front of the staircase leading to the main doors of the school. You gave apologetic smiles to those around while you shuffled to the side of the stairs.

From the corner of your eye, you caught some of the cheerleaders coming out of Gamora’s SUV, along with her boyfriend, Peter Quill, and her grumbling younger sister, Nebula.

“Did you hear, Pepper and co. were stuck at school for like an hour because she invited Tony to carpool with them but he also brought his friends with him. So, they were like 15 trying to fit in Thena’s car. She had a breakdown and everything on the side of the street,” Yelena said when she saw who you were looking at.

“Yelena Belova,” you gasped dramatically. “Don’t tell me you’re into gossiping now?” The cheerleaders walked towards you, but the only one you cared about was the brunette with the red backpack wearing the same hoodie you had given her yesterday.

“I can’t help it when it comes to them,” she replied, venom lacing her words.

“They’re not all bad,” you argued right as you caught Wanda’s eye. A shy smile on her face, she looked back down at the ground, tucking her hands in the pockets of her (your) hoodie.

“Right, because the one person you were actually friends with in that group didn’t ditch you the moment they welcomed her in their little clan.”

“Lena,” you warned. Sure, you had been somewhat bitter after you and Wanda had your falling out, but you could never speak badly about her. Not even when you met Yelena and told her about your tricky past with Wanda. Even though you didn’t quite understand what happened to your friendship, you couldn’t bring yourself to badmouth the girl you once called your best friend. Yelena didn’t understand how you could just move on without closure, but she respected it anyway.

“Fine, fine, fine,” she surrendered with her hands up in the air right as the cheerleaders walked past the two of you, not paying you any mind. Just as they walked by you, a waft of the perfume they all wore invaded your nostrils, making you grimace.

“VS Bombshell must be the cheerleaders’ version of the football guys’ AXE body spray,” you remarked once you thought the girls were out of earshot. It turned out that a whole staircase wasn’t far enough since they all turned around in search of the offender. If it weren’t for Yelena’s loud cackling and you smacking her as an attempt to shut her up or at least quiet her down, you probably would’ve gotten away with it. Instead, you had to deal with nearly half a dozen cheerleaders’ deathly glare, including Wanda’s.

“Come on,” Yelena said, slinging one arm around your shoulders. “I’ll protect you from the scary little cheerleaders.”

“My knight in shining armor,” you cooed and snorted, but leaned into the blonde girl.

The cheerleaders were likely going to make their displeasure over your little comment known, probably by spreading another fake rumor about you to make sure you wouldn’t make the same mistake again. For now though, you just enjoyed the comfort of your best friend as you tried to get through another uneventful day of high school.

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[missmonsters2]

OMG I FORGOT TODAY WAS TUESDAY AND I JUST SAW MIRROR, MIRROR IN THE WANDA TAG IM SO EXCITED !!!

LAST ONE JAZ <3

[missmonsters2]

i just read the last 3 mirror, mirror updates in one sitting prepare yourself for a mini spam sbdkfhf

oGMOGMGOMGOmG im literally so excited

[wandascosmic]

ok so i did some digging and found a couple of great fics i read a while back and loved so much!! if anyone's looking for some new content these fics are a little more obscure (at least in my opinion) and less mainstream (even though those fics are absolutely incredible and ajfkljalk) and are also less smut-heavy or don't have any at all) :)) have fun!!

the wrong lifetime - helloalycia

about you - missmonsters2

heart of stone - thenatashamaximoff

let me help - widowshaze

never gonna happen - fortuositywritings

i said no - fortuositywritings

you are in love - chaosmagicss

healing of a broken heart - peabrain112

two hearts - peabrain112

accidentally on purpose - 8bitscarlet

omen - somewhatgreatexpectations

late spring - puffein

fake memories - mionemymind

love is a double-edged sword - limarieb

almost doesn't mean never - imaginedanvrs

who are you? - foxcantswim

don't you worry about me - goldenempyrean

made with love - ayybtch

alone - crypticwanda

you deserve more than that - abbyromanoff

miss americana & the heartbreak princess - lycheepocketwitch

would you all be kind enough to give me some wanda fic recommendations 🙏 i've been struggling to find any as of late and im curious for some new content 😊

[lycheepocketwitch]

Love your name @lycheepocketwitch

aw thanks gotta say that i might change it soon tho😅

[lycheepocketwitch]

allyouwannaparr ⇢ lycheepocketwitch

[abimess]

Hope you enjoy it!

Legends of Order and Chaos [Series Masterlist]

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

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In the early days of existence, to maintain the balance of the Cosmos, the Gods created two vital energies, the Chaos Magic and the Order Magic. These two powers, complementary to each other, are responsible for ensuring that the multiverse remains in constant balance, as all things should be. 

To take care of these magics and protect the multiverse, the Gods blessed the Cosmos with two beings capable of mastering them: the Order Keeper, imbued with Order Magic, and the Scarlet Witch, vessel of Chaos Magic.  

However, when one of them decides to use their power in a way that compromises the stability of the multiverse, something needs to be done, as soon as possible.

Warnings: violence, fighting, angst with a happy ending, smut (+18 only!) [more warnings per chapter]

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

Part 1 (06/06)

Part 2 (06/08)

Part 3 (06/10)

Part 4 (06/13)

Part 5 (06/15)

Part 6 (06/17)

[8bitscarlet]

Taglist v2:

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Lost in the Night

Summary: Your nerves were jumbled from this last mission and it was all because of your partner. All you could hope for was a quiet night with the dinner promised to you.

Genre/Warning: Fluff, Enemies to Lovers (alcohol mention, unwanted male attention)

Pairing: Wanda x Reader

Word Count: 5.3k

A/N: This has been a long time coming, I know. I hopefully have broken the little slump I had in writing and that I Hear a Symphony is also right around the corner! Italics are flashbacks. So, Part 12 of Accidentally on Purpose. Happy Reading!

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Leaning back into your chair with a sigh, you slide your hands down your face to try and rub away the exhaustion. The soft glow of your laptop beneath the lamp and the soft rustling of the papers you turn over, are the only signs of life in this hotel suite. You stare at the lines of text on your screen, a soft grin on your face. It certainly isn't there because of the one paragraph you've typed.

Your mind keeps drifting, floating away from the professional details of the mission. These thoughts you could never put into this report. They were too personal, moments that were only meant for you and Wanda to share.

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Wanda needed to blow off steam the moment the two of you were out of the building and heading back to the hotel. The car was silent as the two of you didn't dare look around, fear that your eyes would lock with each other. You kept yours locked on the road in front of you, knuckles gripping the steering wheel so tightly that you were worried you would tear it off.

Your awareness went as far as listening to your slow breaths and the road in front of you, trying hard to ignore the redhead next to you. As you glanced to the car coming to pass you, you nearly slammed right into it when Wanda let out a loud gasp,

"Stop! Oh my god, I've heard about this place!"

You tried to look out through her window, grimacing as you nearly clip a biker, "What? That place?"

It wasn't anything noteworthy, in fact it was a restaurant you wouldn't have ever set foot in. Wanda's hand grasped your arm, jerking it for you to turn into the perfect parking space just at the front door. She started filling the once quiet air, excitedly telling you how she'd read about this little pizzeria. Pure and authentic, she told you. She gushed that you knew you'd love and from the first bite, you couldn't believe how right she was.

The silence had found you both again, hands skimming against napkins and pizza slices with quiet apologies. You cleared your throat, too nervous to ask which soda was her's and you ripped into the slice on your plate.

Your stomach growled, having eaten nothing but stolen appetizers and a handful of mints you grabbed on the escape. As you pulled the slice away, mouth filled with gooey cheese, you watched as the length of cheese just grew longer and longer. Muttering out incoherent noises, Wanda glanced up from her glass, hand slapped over her mouth as she saw your wide eyes.

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Your own hand slaps against your mouth in this quiet room, trying to silence the chuckle that nearly erupts from your throat. Biting against your lip, you can see it all as if it was happening in front of you again. Coke spraying out of Wanda's nose as she tried so hard to control her laugh. You hadn't felt a pain in your ribs like that in a long time, your laugh nearly silent with how hard you were laughing.

Right now, you can feel the way that laugh shakes your body, still feeling her slaps against your arm as she tried to breathe. The blushing of her cheeks when her eyes met yours, the almost kiss was a million miles in that moment. It was just you two.

As your hand reached out for the passenger door, your other hand was wrapped in a cold grip. Glancing back, Wanda was pulling you with her excited, her other hand yanking at your jacket. Her green eyes were glowing with the street lamps and you could hear a thumping bass down the street.

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You groan, trying to pull her back to the car but she wasn't having it.

"You ate all of my sausages this morning!" Wanda accused you, watching you sigh the closer you got to the bouncer, "Besides it's your birthday."

"These feet are not stepping on the dance floor, Wanda," you whispered into her eyes as you slipped through the door, breathing in that perfume that gripped you as tight as her hand wrapped around yours.

Her eyes flashed up to yours, a mischievous grin on her face, "Whatever you say,"

You skirted through the crowd, Wanda's fingers hooked through your belt loop as you tried to make your way towards the bar. There was only stool open and you promptly slid Wanda onto it, hand resting on her lower back as you to side. The singer was just starting their set as both of you placed your orders and waited on the bartender.

The club was full, dancers filling up every space on the dance floor and crowds littered the standing tables. Booths were filled with bottle service and the flashing lights were definitely not going to help a quick getaway, a lot of disoriented shoving.

"Hey," Wanda smacked you shoulder, bringing you back to her, "We're not working right now. Stop finding all the exits."

You grinned, drinks sliding across the bartop as the first chorus was coming through the speakers and there she was, already smiling back.

"Hm, no use in hiding my thoughts from you,"

"I know you," Wanda went to grab the bill but you already had your card out to start the tab, "No mind reading needed with you."

Glasses clinked together, barely heard above the song but you swore she could hear how hard your heart was beating in your ears. Your foot tapped along the floor, fingers tapped along your glass as you continued to scan the area.

"You sure you don't want to dance? A little birthday dance?"

You chuckled, "Absolutely not. I know you'll just send a video of my horrible moves."

She gave a small grin and a stare that sent a jolt through your chest, your own stare lingering on her face. You could see through the flashing lights the crinkling in her eyes as she looked out over the dance floor. Her fingers that lightly played against yours left a cold longing as she gripped her drink.

You tapped along the bar top, you knew that your chance was gone as her whole body turned away on that stool.

But a chance at what?

Whatever happened back at the wedding was never meant to happen. The two of you being that close was a fluke and it would never happen again. So, you wondered why you wanted to feel her cold hands pressing against you again. To feel her warm breath wash over you, to feel alive as she stared so deep into you that you were terrified of what she might see.

As you got lost in your thoughts, Wanda whispered that she would be back. You watched as she slipped through the crowd towards the bathrooms and knocked your head against the bar. You didn't know what you were feeling in that moment and you knew that right then and there, it wasn't the time to try and figure it out. She would be back soon and any worried look on your face would be a dead giveaway.

You picked up your head and downed the rest of the drink, eyes catching some movement near the bathroom. Wanda was trying to skirt around a group of men and you saw she wasn't making any progress. Quickly, you started pushing through without apologies, blood boiling through your veins as you counted the numbers. Eyeing how one was favoring his right side, the slight bulge of a gun against a suit jacked on another.

"Whoa!" the leader of group shouted, "Whatcha doin' all by yourself, beautiful? No one wants to dance with you?"

You grimaced, obviously drunk with the way his words slurred together the thrusting movement he made towards Wanda. Friend of the club owner no doubt if they had weapons, and that made them dangerous. He stepped forward and closed the gap even more, Wanda's arm knocked against a side table but you're already coming up behind him.

You slid around him and raised your hands, "Hey!" your hands slammed against his chest as you stepped in front of Wanda and guided her behind you, "You're the guy who's hitting on my date!"

He eyes you up quickly, holding back his buddies, "Woah, it wasn't like that. Nah, she looked a little lonely. I was being a gentleman, ain't that right, baby?"

You chuckled and shoved him back again, watching him smack into one of his friends and send him careening through a group, drinks flying everywhere, "What's your name? Tell me so I know who's ass I'm kicking."

The brute stepped up, fists clenched and ready to swings towards your face. Instead of taking the first swing right into his trachea, Wanda wrapped her arms around yours. You grit your teeth, not wanting to yank away from her and just then, you realized all these eyes on you was good.

"Woah, honey, honey. You can't break the jaw of every guy who talks to me," her fingers slid between yours as she started to push you away from the fight.

You stepped backwards, never letting your eyes leave the brute as his own buddies held him back. Wanda guided you through the crowd, your trust put completely in her as you didn't even look where you planted your feet and let out a huge sigh. Wanda's cold hands rested against your burning face and waited until you looked at her.

"You good?" she waited for your silent nod and watched your fists slowly unclench, "Thank you, but you don't have to get your eyes kicked for me."

You clenched your brows tightly as you watched that small smirk on her face, "Me getting my ass kicked? You know who you're talking to right?"

She shrugged, "Apparently my date," she watched the roll of your eyes as she twists your words, "So, dance with me."

"Oh no, I have had enough excitement for one day."

Wanda groaned and yanked at your jacket, "Come on, the mission's done."

A scoff left your throat as you smacked the journal inside your jacket lining, "I have incriminating evidence on my person, if you've forgotten, Ms. Maximoff."

She smiled, wiggling her fingers and making the cliche 'ooooooo' ghost noise, "Come on. You're always bragging about having the best dance skills and yet no one has seen them."

You paused for a moment, listening to the beat as you nodded your head slowly. Wanda raised her brows, biting against her lip in quiet anticipation.

"Song sucks," you chuckled nervously, "Besides, this suit gets hot,"

"Is that a no?" she wiggled her brows and you watched the way her shoulders bounced to the beat, "You just wanna be cool? Stand at the bar and drink? That's what the best mercenary in the world does, huh?"

Wanda started bouncing to the rhythm, laughing as you finally looked around you and saw the trap she had led you into. You were smack dab in the middle of the dance floor and there was no way you were getting out of there. Wanda twirled around, beckoned you to join as you watched a carelessness you had never seen in her.

"Fine, fine!" One dance!"

And one dance turned quickly into five as the both of you were lost to the music. You were right, it got hot in that suit but you don't know if it was because of your dancing or watching Wanda dance. You'd never seen her so happy and carefree, as if all of her stress and worry was melting off of her with each sway of her hips.

You pulled every embarrassing move form your catalog out to watch her nose scrunch and hear that laugh make its way though the pounding music. You held onto her, watching how colored lights bounced off her eyes as she smiled up at you. It was so easy, both of you spinning and getting into a rhythm.

The music finally slowed and you wiped the sweat from your forehead, glancing around at the drunk couple propping each other up for the final dance,

"You ready to go?" you lean forward as the singer announces the last song.

Wanda's arms rose up your back and rested on your shoulders, fingers glide across your neck, "We need to burn off that pizza."

"Yes, ma'am," you chuckled as you wrapped your arms around her, pulling her tighter than you needed to. Her eyes flashed to yours but the grins never fell from your faces.

"Despite you still having, you know what," she wiggled her brows and gave your side a pat.

You raised your brows, "Don't remind me. I almost forgot all about this death sentence."

Wanda hummed, "This was fun,"

You nodded slowly, twisting your wrist as you watched Wanda spin in the space of an emptying dance floor, "Certainly one of our funner missions,"

She cringed as she spun back to you, hand pushing you away slightly, "That's not a word."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I forgot you were a grammar teacher,"

Wanda's laugh was clearer than ever, breaking through the ringing of your ears from being so close to the speakers. Her eyes glanced down from your eyes and you held your breath, felt how her fingers gripped around you tighter. You dreaded thinking about having another quiet car ride together and quickly flashed a smile,

"But, I didn't forget you owe me dinner,"

She rolled her eyes as she turned into one last twirl on her own as you went to settle the tab, "Oh right, the pizza was only an appetizer. Room service?"

Stuffing the receipt in your pocket before Wanda can lean into you to glance at it, you pressed your hand against your waist and guided her out the still crowded club, "Anything to get out of this tie."

She had made a comment about that tie but it didn't even hit your ears. All you could concentrate on was her hand in yours as you walked into the late night air.

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You can still feel the weight of her hand in yours, the cold touch that slid through your fingers and stayed all the way back to the bar. A comforting feeling that nearly hurts you, your mind dwelling on the fact that you might never feel it again. Your finger glide along the lines on your palm, so lost in your thoughts that you don't notice the creaking door.

"What're you doing?" Wanda's voice causes you to jump, a sight she normally doesn't see.

You clear your throat as you try to adjust yourself. Crossing and uncrossing your leg, leaning on your on one side of the chair and then just dropping your hands in your lap. Glancing over to her as she her robe tightly, the auburn hair that framed her face in gently curls before is now plopped in a bun on top of her head.

Sighing, you realize why she's gotten up. In the dim light, you can see the puffiness of her eyes and the tissues she has stuffed in her pockets.

"You look great," you chuckle.

Wanda laughs halfheartedly, "I feel about as good as I look," she sighs, leaning against the desk as you try to get back to work. There's a moment of silence and sniffling before she lets out an accusing hum. She puts her hand on yours, burning you with the touch and halting your typing, "Are you working?"

You glance over to her, the harsh glow of the screen on her soft face just sending you deeper into this hole you've dug, "Finishing reports and don't give me that look," you point just as her brows start to come together, "It was a wedding, an easy mission. Besides, I think this is the last thing you want to do."

She doesn't argue, just squeezes your shoulder and forces you to hold in a shiver as her hand slides across your back. You continue typing, or at least try to, as she peeks out through the curtains. Her staring lasts longer than a simple glance and you lean back into the chair to watch. Wanda turns silently and looks at you, your eyebrows rising in a silent question.

"Do you think a walk at two AM will help me?"

You groan as you stand and crack out the stiff joints in your body, snatching up your jacket and shoes, "Help you sleep or?"

She sighs, not knowing what she wants right now. And you don't force her to find one. You just grab your things and wait for her at the hotel door. Her touches are soft against you and you can feel the gratefulness radiate through her.

The walk is silent, the swishing of your jackets and the crunching of the ground filling the night.

It's truly quiet here. Distant traffic but there's so many stars out, it's like you're not even near a city. You glance at Wanda, her own glance catching your eyes.

She lets out a hum, letting you know that she just wanted to think for now. You walk together in the silence, the cool breeze running through you as you follow the well-lit paths and make a quiet loop. Wanda stops at one of the benches you passed, staring out at the trees to the side and all you can do is wish you could know what she was thinking.

You cross your arms over your chest, covering your body with your jacket as you feel a shiver run through your body.

"Being put in a cell again. Those drugs..." Wanda's voice corals out and pull you from the cricket chirps, "I lost myself. I was someone I didn't recognize and Strucker... I don't want to through that again. Think about it again."

You stay silent, just watching as she tries to figure out the pain she's been in all this time, unraveling it all. The drugs may have left her system but those memories were stuck in her brain and she was left to figure them out. Her green eyes meet yours with a distant red glow, the shaking of her chin nearly breaking you as she shows you everything.

Those track marks on her arms were bruised deep beneath her skin with the amount of drugs they pumped into her. Sedation, controlling poisons and just fluids to keep her alive. The shock collars and cuffs to keep her controlled. Like an animal.

As she explained the horror of her time, trying not to break and fall into Strucker's hands again, your memories of hot meals fought against hers. Reminding you of a deep guilt you had for even touching a spoonful of that food. You told yourself you did it to stay strong, but with the magic from Wanda's hands, you can see how she barely survived.

Wanda's breath catches in her throat, the shaking noise turning into wails as she collapses onto the bench. Her legs pull tightly into her as she tries to fall into herself and you don't take long to move once the visions are snapped from your brain.

You kneel in front of her, hands rubbing all over her body as you try to keep her with you. Trying to keep her from the dark corners of her mind. You whisper quietly to her, whispering her name as you push away the hair that falls forward. Whispering that she's safe here with you as you grip her hands, feeling her squeeze like her life depends on it. And when she lifts her head to find you watching carefully, she can see the unspoken promise that she isn't alone.

"Did you eat when we got back? We have extra food, remember?"

She stays silent, trying to breathe in as you glide your thumb across her hand.

"Hey, Wanda. Talk to me, please."

A sigh escapes her clenched jaw and she pulls back from gasps, wiping away the tears with the sleeve of her jacket, "I just... I'm so scared. Scared of it happening again. Scared... of losing everything."

You pull yourself up onto the bench, "The team won't let that happen. I won't. If Strucker ever shows his face, I'll make sure he never draws another breath. Okay?" your fingers guide back a piece of fallen hair from her eyes. For a moment, she leans into the touch and breathes slowly as you don't dare move a muscle.

As her eyes snap open, she realizes what she's doing and sits up a little straighter, "I'm sorry, you're not paid for this. I shouldn't have dragged you-,"

"Hey," you stop that sentence from ever finishing, "It's not your job to keep it together."

Wanda nods and glances up towards the stars, "Can we just...stay here for a minute?"

you nod, watching in silence as she stretches out her legs along the bench and rests her head on your lap. The quiet is comforting between you, Wanda quietly humming her Sokovian lullabies into the night air. You wonder if she's thinking about Pietro, about her family as she stares up at the expanse of the night above her.

"Hey," you whisper, "So, about the mission. When you basically almost started sucking my face."

Wanda lets out a gasp, "Please! When I turned, you were already leaning in for a kiss!"

"Whatever. When I defended your horn," you grin at her mockingly mumbling those words, "I saw your ogling eyes,"

"Ogling eyes, really?" her eyes nearly roll to the back of her head, "I'm not even going to give you the satisfaction of a response."

You smile to yourself as you lean back onto the bench, "Whatever you say, princess."

She hums, "In fact, let's change the topic completely. Know your constellations?"

"Uhhh," you stare up at the dots in the sky and try to find something to looks familiar. You remember Orion's Belt but you feel like there's a billion groups of three stars in a line,

"That's the Little Dipper, there's the belt. And uh," you wave your hands against the rest of the skin, "That's the rest of them."

Wanda practically turns her whole body to lookout you, "Wait, what, what's the Little Dipper?"

You point towards a pattern and trace it, making the pan shape that you're confident to bet your life on. She just stares at you like you just created your own constellation. And the way she looks at you, you almost believe you did.

"That's the Big Dipper."

"What?" you exclaim and stare back up, "No, that's small. It's the Little Dipper."

Wanda looks almost worried now, "No, Y/N. It's the Big Dipper."

"I don't believe you," you yank out your phone and quickly download an app to prove you're right. Mumbling that Wanda is wrong as she lays there with a smug grin on her face. Growing more and more annoyed with each page of the app's tutorial, you finally point it up to the sky. You stare at the screen and then stare at it some more. Wanda doesn't say a word, you know she can see your screen.

Quietly, you slide the phone back into your jacket and glare at the stupid constellation that now seems to shine brighter.

"What'd it say, Y/N?" Wanda asks, you can hear the laugh she tries to hold back.

You mutter the answer to yourself, not daring to look and see the grin she has on her face right now.

"I'm sorry, those club speakers were really loud. It was what?"

Your frown deepens and you let out a loud sigh, "The damn Big Dipper."

Wanda laughs but she doesn't rub it in your face, instead there's a change in her voice. A softness you're not sure you've heard in her tone before. She points towards the sky and speaks softly to you, teaching you.

Your eyes follow her finger along the pot and down to the Little Dipper. She grins as she watches your eyes playing Connect-the-Dots, pausing as you scan the sky to form the whole constellation.

"And there," she points and you follow her finger, "That's the North Star,"

You squint, trying to see this supposed brightest star in the sky and shake your head, 'Yeah, you're definitely lying about that."

Glancing down to see if she's pulling your leg, you realize the trap you've fallen into again. Her breath washes over you again as your own freezes in your lungs. Both of you just stare at each other, unsure of what the other wants but you know now is not the time.

Sitting back quietly, you let the sounds of the night wrap around the two of you again. Wanda finds stories in those stars up above. Telling you all about a necklace her mama ore all the time. It had two gorgeous gemstones, one for Wanda and one for Pietro.

Wanda's smile breaks through the sadness as she remembers it, recalling that her papa had bought it without a special reason but because of the main gem. The North Star. It was what her papa always called her mama,

"Моя Северная звезда. My North Star."

You hum quietly, "Why'd he say that?"

"She was home. They say the North Star always guides you home, you're never lost with them. Always found and loved... and you love them. Everyone has one, born already half in love with them. Papa said," Wanda clears her throat and you watch her carefully, "He said to have them, to be theirs? It was like nothing else in the world."

Her voice breaks at those words, fingers playing with each other so tightly. You reach out to try and bring her back, "Wanda, you don't-,"

"Stop, please," she whispers, "Just stop talking this time,"

And you do. You let her tell this story. A story you wonder if you're the only one who's heard it. As you stare into the black abyss above you, you can see her life painted in the stars. The stories formed by those glowing orbs that people thousands of years ago used to pain their own stories.

Soon Wanda's rings run her skin raw and she takes your hand that you left dangling over her. As she plays with your fingers now, she talks about Ultron and the life she lost along with her home. Your eyes leave the stars as you glance down at her. Watching the pain in her eyes as she pokes of a home long gone, a home she can't return to. And a brother who found himself within those stars.

Wanda breathes out, a breath she had been holding onto for so long. Resting your hand on her slow and beating heart, you don't say a word. Just stare up at the stars as you try to find the Dippers again. You feel her lean her head back to look at you,

"Are you sleeping?" she asks in a soft whisper, holding her breath in case you are.

You let out a quiet shush but reassure her that she's fine with a pat to her hand, "I'm training," peeking down, she frowns up at you as she waits for the stupid answer you've thought up, "To die,"

"You're horrible!" the quiet laugh fills you with a warm that nearly makes you forget about the cool breeze that rolls past. You let out a single hum, hiding the way your whole body's on fire from her touch.

"What's up?" she asks, fingers still playing with yours as you pull away from her. You pick up her hand and place her palm on yours.

Looking at it, you can feel the pressure of her stare but you just continue looking at the size of her hand, "I never realized just how small your hand is. I mean, look at it!"

Wanda clicks her tongue, "Does it even matter?"

You chuckle at how quickly she takes back her hand, dragging yours with her, "I'm just amazed how much power comes from you."

"Power," she scoffs to herself, "More like destruction."

You glance down at her but she refuses to look at you. Picking up your hand, you guide it towards you, ignoring her protests to stop and rest her palm against your forehead. Her weak pulls and quiet voice stop and soon she's just staring at you.

"What the hell are you doing?"

You nod, "Just what I thought. No destruction here."

Wanda rolls her eyes, "Y/N..."

When she sees the look on your face, she closes her mouth and knows you're not finished talking yet.

"You've saved a lot of lives, Wanda. Helped people you've never even seen. Don't ever sell yourself short," Slowly, you guide your finger down the palm of her hand, grinning as she squirms at the tickle, "You can try selling yourself that lie, but I'm not falling for it."

She hums at your words, "I have thrown you through a wall or two. Who says I won't do it now?"

You chuckle and see her eyes glow the slightest of red but there isn't an ounce of fear inside of you this time. Where you body once tensed at the mere sight of red, you barely react to the glow. You simply grin at the color that once set every alarm in your body to find cover,

"Cause if you hated me," you stare straight into her eyes, "You wouldn't let me prove there's nothing to be scared of. You're not a scary story parents tell their kids at night."

That last sentence catches her attention, a silent groan as you wish she hadn't caught it. Your voice was too soft and quiet to be about her, too pointed and harsh not to be about you. You sigh, glancing down at her as you find the moment captures you two again.

This time, you don't know if her eyes flash down your lips again because you take the split second to be tempted by her soft lips.

"Is that what freedom brought you?" she whispers, her words startling you as you lean back onto the bench, "Only guilt?"

You sigh, "Uncomfortably vulnerable. I don't... I thought I'd feel relief. All I've got is shame,"

Wanda holds your hand still and you feel it slowly rise and fall with each of her breaths, "We all do terrible things,"

"Says the one who's mentor is Captain America," you chuckle and watch a slow nose scrunch appear on her face.

"And Natasha," she whispers,

You nod, admitting only to yourself that she's actually right. The tight grip that was on your fingers slowly starts to disappear and you glance down, watching with bated breath as her eyes start to droop.

"Don't give up on yourself..."

Before you can respond with a quip about still not finding the Star, her fingers slide away from yours. Glancing down, her arms still hug yours closer to her but her breathing has smoothed out to a deep sleep. You feel a grin grow on your face as you softly move away that same strand of hair again.

As you stare down at her, all you can think of is the North Star. A home. A place to be found as you truly are. You wonder if it was truly that deep and if there was even any truth to it.

If it existed beneath your skin, flowed through veins and rested in your bones. Waiting to find the one you were already half in love with. As Wanda lets out a soft sigh, you wonder if you'd ever be lucky enough to find yours.

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[holiday-house-of-m]

It's a good thing Yelena moved to the school because who knows what R would have done

I know R had Makkari and Druig but it's not the same as having your own friend

The relationship between R and Yelena and each others parents is really cute

I wasn't sure how I would feel about the 'prequel' chapters but they have both been really entertaining and filled in a lot of what happened to R and not to mention how Wanda and R started their relationship

I know Wanda pushed him on his ass, but I still want R to punch Vision lol

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐚 & 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 - 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞

pairing: cheerleader!wanda maximoff x fem!reader

summary: losing your two closest friends wasn’t a great way to start sophomore year, but the good thing about friends is that you can always make new ones. plus, like the saying goes, “if you love someone, set them free. if they come back they’re yours; if they don’t they never were.”

warnings: implied alcohol consumption, underage drinking, vomiting, use of the expression “social suicide”, allusions to coming out

word count: 9.5k

a/n: we delve more into the cliques in this chapter! just an fiy, some people will fit into more than one clique (like thor and sam) because i feel like that’s accurate to real life cliques, at least in my experience. and you’ll likely disagree with which clique i associated the characters with, but i decided to have some fun with it. also, i imagined the cafeteria to be like the one in high school musical, but with a light blue and grey color scheme.

translation:

pchelka (пчёлки): little bee

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Finding a place to sit in the cafeteria was the last thing you thought you’d have to worry about going into sophomore year. You always sat with Wanda (and at first, Pietro too) in the same area, but now both of them were in the popular kids’ corner and you were lost, probably looking absolutely pitiful just standing there in the middle of the cafeteria.

Sersi would surely welcome you at her table, but she was sitting alone with Dane. You already had to sit through club meetings with Dane making googly eyes at Sersi every time she so much as breathed in his direction. You did not need to subject yourself to that while eating lunch, and you were certainly not going to thirdwheel on your own volition.

If you thought the dancers were too much, then the theater kids’ table wasn’t even part of your considerations. You could hear Kingo and Fandral reenact dramatic scenes from random plays even from the other side of the cafeteria. You would only survive if Loki, the calmer one of the group, was present, but he chose to sit with the emo kids today. And other than Loki and Druig, the emo kids scared you too much. You never knew if they were just being broody at the world or if they disliked your presence.

One of your last options was the brainiacs’ corner, but your sole connection to them, Darcy Lewis (your biology lab partner last year) had decided to spend her lunch with her stoner friends instead and they weren’t your preferred group to hang out with. As attractive as Valkyrie was and as funny as Luis was, you had to sit next to Peter Quill for most of your classes last year and you couldn’t handle spending one more second around him. You were positive that if he asked you another bizarre “would you rather” question (“Would you rather date someone who’s half fish from their waist up, or half fish from the waist down?”) like he did every time he was bored, you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself from smacking him on the head.

One of your last options was the brainiacs’ corner, but your sole connection to them, Darcy Lewis (your biology lab partner last year) had decided to spend her lunch with her stoner friends instead and they weren’t your preferred group to hang out with. As attractive as Valkyrie was and as funny as Luis was, you had to sit next to Peter Quill for most of your classes last year and you couldn’t handle spending one more second around him. You were positive that if he asked you another bizarre “would you rather” question (“Would you rather date someone who’s half fish from their waist up, or half fish from the waist down?”) like he did every time he was bored, you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself from smacking him on the head.

“Oi!” yelled a boy from behind you, making you jump. You turned around in time to see Makkari hit Druig in the chest. “Are you just going to stand there or find a seat?”

“Sorry, about him,” she signed, her features softening when she looked back at you.

“All good,” you replied, shaking your head and moving out of the pair’s way.

Right as they walked past you, Druig turned back around, tilting his head as he asked, “You comin’ or what?” At the incredulous look you gave him, he raised his hand to stop you, “Please don’t give me the ‘me?’ look. You know I’m talking about you. Now, come on unless you want to eat with the stoners and the skaters. I heard Strange and Lewis managed to convince Quill that the gummy worms they gave him are new Lactaid pills in gummy form and he’s going to chug every milk carton he can find.”

You never moved away from their table faster.

“Why aren’t you sitting with your girlfriend? Lovers’ quarrel? Don’t tell me there’s trouble in paradise already?” Druig inquired once you settled down at his and Makkari’s table.

“Wanda and I aren’t dating,” you retorted and couldn’t help the warmth spreading across your cheeks. Why the hell were you blushing?

“I’m not talking about your ex, Lothario,” he scoffed. “I’m talking about Danvers.”

“Carol Danvers?” you asked, dumbly. The eye roll Druig gave you was fair. Which other Danvers would he be talking about? In your defense, the events of the past summer had kind of thrown you in for a loop and you were just now readjusting to your new normal.

You could see why he would’ve mistaken you and Wanda to be a couple. You were inseparable during freshman year, everyone knew that. But Carol Danvers? You ran in two completely different circles.

“Are you not dating Carol?” Makkari asked, or you assumed that’s what she asked. You only caught the negative and dating signs. Fingerspelling was still the bane of your existence, or the speed at which it was executed anyways.

Seeing you shake your head, Druig tsked, “Told you it was a classic case of meaningless high school gossip.”

“Do people think Carol and I are dating?”

“Have you noticed the staring?” Makkari chuckled, subtly pointing to people around you with her chin.

You had been so in your head about the whole situation with the twins that you had only noticed the stares about halfway into 2nd period, and you had assumed it was because you and Wanda were no longer joined at the hip. Now, you were starting to question the validity of your previous assumptions.

“Why would people even think we’re dating?” Unfortunately, the pair’s knowledge didn’t extend that far.

You were nobody next to Carol Danvers, and you meant that in the least self-deprecating way possible. You liked that you could get lost in the crowd. You didn’t have to worry about maintaining your nonexistent reputation. Nobody looked twice as you daydreamed and pretended you were walking to teach your office downtown rather than heading to your first period math class. You were likely one of the last people to be associated with the captain of the basketball team.

You turned your attention to the jocks’ tables where the blonde athlete was sitting on the staircase, leaning back on her propped elbows while she spoke to Okoye. As if feeling you watching her, her eyes snapped to you and before you could look away, she sent you a wink accompanied by a smirk.

“You know, it’s not good to lie,” Druig reprimanded jokingly.

“I’m not dating Carol,” you sputtered, a little louder than you’d intended. You cringed as a few heads turned your way, followed by some snickering.

If someone had told you that this was how your sophomore year would go, you would’ve laughed in their face. Yet, this was just the beginning of your unsolicited and unwanted reputation as the school’s sapphic Don Juan.

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“What about tomorrow before school then?” the blonde girl suggested, pulling your attention away from Wanda and the cheerleaders at the end of the hallway walking in your direction.

You were doing a really poor job at helping this new student out. To be fair, it wasn’t even supposed to be your job. Sersi was the one who had been tasked with welcoming her, but she underestimated how hectic her schedule was despite it only being the second week of school. You weren’t that surprised though, what with the fact that she was the president of the art club, a member of the creative writing club, a reporter for the school paper, a member of model UN, and the historian for the student council. If there was a superlative for busiest student, it would be her.

When you had arrived that morning, the junior student practically collided into you before she frantically explained to you that she forgot she had a meeting with Mr. Heimdall for the mini art gallery. She’d asked you if you had 10 minutes to spare before homeroom and the moment she heard you start to utter out a “yes”, she pushed you into the direction of the administrative offices.

“Sorry, I can’t. I have to spend all my breaks these next two days to help prepare the gallery on Wednesday.”

“Would you be down to meet up a little before school starts or even stay a little later after?”

“I live kind of far…” you winced thinking about waking up earlier to catch the bus, “and after school, I have art club meetings on Wednesday and work on Thursday. I’m free Friday though!”

“Busy as a bee, aren’t you,” Yelena remarked and shook her head, amused. “I can’t this Friday because my parents want to have a family dinner together. They think my sister has been out and about too much and they haven’t seen her all summer.”

“Sorry,” you mumbled, rubbing your arm nervously. You were really regretting accepting to help Sersi out with Yelena’s orientation.

“Ah, no need to apologize,” she assured you as she waved her hand. “You already told me most of the stuff I need to know. Touring the whole school is a bit unnecessary… and time-consuming if you ask me. I can just text my sister if I need anything, and there’s signs in every hallway anyways. I should be fine.”

Her sister went to this school? To your knowledge, she was the only Belova at SHIELD.

Just as you were about to ask Yelena who her sister was, Pepper stopped in front of you and directed what you could only describe as a fake smile to the new sophomore. “You’re Yelena Belova, right? I’ve heard so much about you,” she drawled.

“I’ve literally just stepped foot into this place less than an hour ago,” Yelena deadpanned, quirking her eyebrows.

“Anything related to Romanoff spreads like wildfire,” she said, to which Yelena stiffened. “Anyways, I just wanted to let you know that I heard you also did gymnastics when you were younger, and tryouts for this season passed, but I could talk to coach and I’m sure she’d be willing to make an exception for you just like they did for me and your sister. We’d love to have you join our family.”

Holy shit, you had no idea Natasha Romanoff had a sister. Granted she was quite secretive. All you knew about her was that she used to be a cheerleader, but she was now only part of the dance team.

“Ah so, you’re Pepper. No offense, but what makes you think I’d want to join your team when my sister quit your squad the second you became captain?”

Pepper’s face fell faster than companies removing their rainbow logos the moment the clock hits midnight on July 1st. You heard Mantis and Wanda snicker until Laura nudged them, urging the new recruits to stop before Pepper reprimanded them. To her credit, Pepper pulled herself together almost as quickly as Yelena managed to tear down her confidence. “Well, if you change your mind, the offer still stands,” Pepper said. Whatever else she continued to say was lost on you when you started to focus on Wanda instead.

For the first time since the incident on the first day of school, you let yourself take in the sight of Wanda in her cheer uniform. Your eyes traveled from her bare legs that had gained a tan over the summer, all the way up to her collarbones against which laid her gold and red pendant necklace. Your freshman self was right. Wanda looked damn good in her uniform.

You thought you’d been quick and discreet enough in your indulgence, but Wanda had already caught you red-handed. You quickly averted your eyes to the other cheerleaders, relief immediately flooding your system when you realized everyone else was still paying attention to Pepper.

Ogling Wanda like a shameless and horny teenager wasn’t your best moment, never mind the fact that this was your ex-best friend. The last thing you needed was for the new girl to think you were some sort of perv.

“I hope you don’t undress all the girls you find attractive with your eyes, little bee, because if that’s the case, I’m afraid we can’t be friends,” Yelena commented nonchalantly once the cheerleaders were out of earshot.

“I’m not attracted to her,” you stammered, wide-eyed.

“So, you admit you were undressing her with your eye.”

“No! I–I wasn’t! I just–”

Yelena broke out into a fit of laughter seeing you scrambling to justify yourself. “I like you, little bee,” she said as she regained composure. “I feel like we’ll get along just fine.”

“I’m not sure I like you,” you grumbled, but did a poor job at hiding your lips stretching out into a smile.

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After the emotional turmoil that was the fallout with the twins, Yelena was a breath of fresh air. She was so easy to be around, never failing to make people smile. Very few people could genuinely say they disliked her. She was funny, friendly and warm. Even Pepper couldn’t hold a grudge against Yelena, not when she was the only one who stood up to Brock Rumlow when he made some disgusting comment about her cheerleading uniform highlighting her assets (emphasis on assets).

By the second semester, Yelena was regularly being invited to parties that the popular kids threw. Admittedly, being Natasha Romanoff’s sister helped propel her up the social ladder, but that wasn’t something she was particularly partial to.

“Belova,” Vision called out while Yelena was busy telling Druig why she thought, out of all the possible pairs at SHIELD, they would be the most likely to survive if they lived in a world similar to Minecraft. “Belova,” he repeated and cleared his throat, evidently frustrated. Vision belonged to that group of few people who didn’t get along with Yelena.

“Oh, Vision, hi there,” she said, as if she hadn’t realized he was waiting to get her full and undivided attention. Resting her elbows on the round cafeteria table, she clasped her hands together so she could rest her chin on her knuckles as she waited for him to continue.

Ever since you’d told her about what happened between you and Wanda, she’d grown wary of her and anyone who associated with her. Naturally, when Wanda and Vision started dating shortly before homecoming, her distrust extended to Tony’s younger brother. Even after you told her that this was something you could deal with on your own, Yelena insisted that she didn’t dislike them just because you did. (“I can’t stand them because they… look stupid together,” she’d told you. “He’s so damn tall. Whenever they kiss, he looks like a giant pigeon pecking for food on the ground.”) You didn’t believe her, but you were grateful you had her by your side, even if it was over something petty.

“You’re invited to our Valentine’s party at my house this Friday,” he said and took a glimpse at you as he added, “and you can bring a plus one.”

“I’m flattered, but I’m not interested in orgies,” she replied with a straight face and… did she sign the last part? The giggle erupting from Makkari sitting to your right, as well as her subtle thumbs up, indicated that she did in fact sign that last part.

Makkari wasn’t the only one who enjoyed Yelena’s little remark. Bruce had his head down with his eyes closed while his shoulder shook just ever so slightly. Meanwhile, Rhodey snorted and gave Yelena a look that you could only describe as him thinking “that was a good one.”

Wanda, however, wasn’t as pleased and Vision even less. You noticed his stance falter until Wanda, snuggled under his right arm, placed her hand on his chest and subtly rubbed her thumb in small circles. For some reason, the sight made you want to hurl. You shifted your attention to the jocks’ area where Steve and M’Baku were passing a football between them (you briefly wondered why they kept doing that when a teacher would inevitably tell them to stop because they weren’t allowed to throw balls inside school, outside of the gymnasium).

“It’s not… an orgy,” Vision elaborated, flushing slightly at the mention of such a lewd activity. “We’re just hosting a Valentine-themed party. So, I wanted to come over here to let you know you and your girlfriend are invited.”

“I don’t have a girlfriend,” Yelena scoffed and you didn’t even have to look to know that the newcomers were all staring at you.

“But people said you were dating.”

“Well, those people are wrong. We’re not dating,” you said, rolling your eyes.

“You could still come, Yelena. There will also be singles in attendance and you could meet someone you want to hook up there. Your sister’s supposedly coming as well.”

“Listen, I may not be biologically related to Natasha, but there’s no way in hell I’m hooking up with my sister,” Yelena said, earning herself the same reactions as earlier.

“That’s not– You know what, never mind,” he sighed and started to walk away.

“What? Well, do you still want me to attend your sex party?” Yelena asked, raising her voice as Vision and his friends got further away from your table. Someone howled at her words while Vision just stopped in his tracks and glared at her before continuing to march away. In his escape, you didn’t miss the way Wanda glared in your direction. What did you do? You didn’t even say anything.

Wanda still somehow managed to mess with your head despite having basically cut off all communication since last summer. You hated that you still thought about her every now and then. Sometimes, it was just innocent, harmless, like when you wondered what she was doing that weekend. Other times, you had to actively stop yourself from thinking about how you thought her hair looked particularly good that day and how you wanted to run your fingers through her loose curls.

After this little interaction at lunch time, for the next week, your mind constantly drifted back to Wanda and Vision and how sick to your stomach you felt seeing her all pressed up against him. You had no say in whether or not you approved of Vision as her boyfriend. Even if you had, you didn’t have legitimate reasons to dislike the guy.

As far as you were concerned, he was the “perfect boyfriend” or so you’d heard. Hell, he’d found out from the cheerleaders that Wanda loved romance and chose to give Wanda a big homecoming proposal as an attempt to win her heart (which he seemingly did).

From the moment they started dating, he showered her with gifts. Apparently, he had given her a set of stretch-knit bamboo pajamas when he first slept over at her house because “a princess deserves the best comfort for her beauty sleep.” You had also heard that the Gucci purse Wanda now carried was a gift from Vision after she thought she’d lost her old one (she found it in an old bag about a week later). Then, for her birthday, he’d gifted her a Tiffany’s necklace similar to the one she always wore and that was slowly losing its shine from being worn so often. Beyond the ridiculously expensive gifts, you’d heard about how he brought her on equally lavish dates whenever he could and how he’d stick love notes in her locker every now and then. He also used to drive her to and from school before she and Pietro got their shared car for their 16th birthday last month. He was basically everything Wanda ever wanted in a partner.

You had to admit sometimes it felt like he was more like her bank account or her butler than her boyfriend, but whatever, she seemed happy, which was all you ever really wanted for her. Yet, you couldn’t help the anguish that arose when you saw him lean down to kiss her, when he made her laugh, when he was the one she looked for when she arrived at school. Why couldn’t that be you?

“Oh shit,” you whispered, frozen in place and effectively dropping the sour patch kid gummy back in the bag. Yelena briefly averted her eyes away from the Canadian figure skating duo participating in the ice dancing Olympic event on her laptop to catch your dumbfounded gaze.

“I knew you’d like them!” Yelena cheered, pumping her fist in the air. “Now you understand why I keep telling you that I’m not convinced they aren’t a couple in real life. I mean, just look at that chemistry.”

“That’s not–” you stuttered with unblinking eyes. “I think I like Wanda.”

“Not sure how that relates to Tessa and Scott,” Yelena mused as she paused the video.

“Why aren’t you freaking out?” you squeaked.

“Did we not already know this? I assumed this was common knowledge,” Yelena shrugged, popping another Kitkat bite into her mouth.

“Common knowledge?! You mean to tell me you knew I had a crush on Wanda?”

“Okay, I did not know it was a full-blown crush, but it was pretty obvious you thought she was hot. Do you not remember the first day we met?”

“I wish I could forget that,” you muttered, feeling embarrassed from being reminded about how you were checking the new cheerleader out in front of Yelena. It really wasn’t your finest moment.

“Hold on, if you didn’t know you at least found Wanda attractive, what the hell did you think that was about? Oh, pchelka, please don’t tell me you used to check her out even when you were friends.”

“I did not check her,” you contended. “I mean, sure, I’ve had thoughts about her hair smelling nice. And like, yeah, I’ve always found her hugs to be like a warm blanket. And I’ve also considered her giggles to be one of the cutest sounds in the world, but that’s normal. We had been best friends since we were little. I obviously like her and the little things about her.”

Yelena simply stared at you in disbelief. “You have got to be kidding me. Do you hear yourself?”

“I don’t see what’s wrong with what I said,” you claimed indignantly. “It’s just the truth!”

“The gay truth, yeah,” Yelena snorted, and easily caught the pillow you threw her way.

Alright, so you may or may have had a crush on your childhood best friend-turned-enemy, but that was fine. You could deal with a crush. It wasn’t like you were in love with her or something. You’d be fucked in that case, but you could get over your crush. All you needed to do was stop thinking about her that way. And you needed to get over Wanda because there would be absolutely nothing good that could come out of your crush on her progressing into something more.

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You believed getting over would be an easy affair. After all, you weren’t even on talking terms and you never actively sought her out. Then, things started to take a turn.

It was like the moment you realized you had a crush on Wanda, she was everywhere you looked. She was browsing in one of the library aisles the same afternoon that you decided to stay after school instead of going home to study because it helped you focus. She sat in the row opposite yours in one of the computer labs one lunch when you went to finish a project (that was due later that day). You even nearly bumped into her in the art wing of the school once. What the hell was she doing there? It wasn’t that she wasn’t allowed there, but you’d never seen her there and you couldn’t think of a reason why she’d there. Although, you figured that you didn’t know her well enough to know all the ins and outs of her life anyways. Perhaps she did have a valid reason to be there and you were just bitter that she was unintentionally making it harder for you to get over your crush.

How could you move on if every time you saw her, your brain was flooded with thoughts like how the sunlight from the window by which she sat was shining down on her just perfectly and made her look like a goddess. You groaned as you slumped against the locker behind you, your head creating a loud thud as it hit the cold metal door. You had just finished your makeup test for phys ed, having missed the original one because of a dentist appointment (that you may or may not have purposefully scheduled to overlap with the time at which the rest of your class was doing the beep test).

“You okay?” a voice to your left asked, nearly making you jump out of your skin.

“Fuck,” you gasped, scrambling to stand up and face… Wanda, of course. “I thought I was alone.”

She nodded and bit her lower lip. “So, are you okay or…?”

“Like you care,” you grumbled, removing your damp t-shirt in favor of the color block long sleeved polo you were wearing earlier.

“I do care,” she mumbled so quietly you almost missed it just like how you completely missed her eyes widened at your half-naked body before they shifted down to the bench instead while you continued to change out of your gym clothes.

“Yeah? Well, you sure have a weird way of showing it.”

“I’m sorry,” she said, sounding so broken.

As you looked back at her with one strap of your backpack on your shoulder, you caught those big emerald eyes staring back at you, almost pleading. You wanted to believe her. Crush or not, she was your best friend first. Just because she cut you loose didn’t mean those feelings just disappeared, even after all this time.

“What did I do to make you stop wanting to be friends?”

Had you had this conversation back in October, you would’ve still tried to salvage whatever was left of your friendship. Now, you just wanted closure, to help you move past your friendship and hopefully, your crush. You weren’t sure when the next time you’d get the chance to have a private conversation with her, or if there would even be a next time. This was your best and likely only chance to get closure.

“You didn’t do anything,” she responded and if you didn’t know better, you would’ve said that she looked disheartened to hear you say that about yourself. “You were… are the best friend anyone could ask for.”

“Then what, Wanda?” you asked, exasperated. “I’m getting mixed signals here. One second we’re like two peas in a pod, then you act like I don’t exist, and now you’re being all concerned about me.’”

“I’m sorry… I don’t know what to tell you,” she said, tightening her grip on her duffle bag. She must’ve had cheer practice earlier and took longer in the shower than the rest of the team. Under the open ice blue varsity jacket, you could see the uniform that got you in trouble the first day you met Yelena.

“The truth would be a great place to start,” you said, taking a step closer. For some reason, you expected Wanda to take a step back, but she stood firmly in place.

“I can’t,” she said weakly.

“Can’t or won’t” you challenged, taking another step forward.

“Can’t. Not yet.”

“Then when? If you think I’m gonna be on my deathbed waiting to hear why we stopped being friends when we were 15, then you’re seriously overestimating how much I care about this, about you.”

That seemed to have triggered something in her because for the first time in a very long time, she dared to look you in the eye, meeting your steely gaze with a fiery one of her own.

“Don’t lie. You care about me just as much as I care about,” she asserted, all trace of her previous timidity completely gone.

“Yeah? What makes you think that?”

“I know you,” she simply said, which riled you up to no end.

“You don’t know me, not anymore. You lost that privilege when you chose to leave me behind for popularity and treating me like dirt,” you growled, surprising both her and yourself. You were not the type to assert yourself in conflicts. You guessed getting closer to Yelena, Makkari and Druig helped you grow more of a backbone.

In your endeavor to finally get answers out of Wanda, you had been so focused on the other girl that you failed to realize how close you’d gotten to her. It was only now that you both stood silently facing each other that you noticed her lips being mere inches from yours. As though having the same thought as you, Wanda’s eyes drop down to your lips. You were breathing so heavily, you were sure she could feel it against her skin. If she was bothered by that, she gave you no indication of feeling that way. In fact, you swore you felt her lean in even closer.

Then, a loud bang from behind you startled you, pulling you away from Wanda.

“Wanda! Are you done yet?” one of the cheerleaders, who you believed was Gamora, shouted from the entrance of the locker room, a few locker rows away.

Wanda hastily walked further away, towards Gamora before the other cheerleader could make her way closer and see you. “Sorry,” she said in that sweet voice that sounded nothing like the Wanda you knew, “I was on my phone and got distracted.”

“Were you texting Vis?” Gamora teased.

Thankfully, you didn’t hear the rest of their conversation as they exited the room.

What the fuck just happened?

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You would think that after whatever happened in the locker room, things would change between you and Wanda, but you were wrong. That wasn’t the only thing you were wrong about. Remember when you thought you weren’t in love with Wanda? Yeah, well, you wouldn’t say that you were in love with her, but there were definitely feelings there that exceeded those of a silly crush.

At least, from that day forward, it seemed like you saw Wanda less and less. Perhaps she was making more of an effort to avoid you, but you weren’t complaining. That wasn’t to say you didn’t see her at all though. SHIELD’s campus was not large for that.

You felt a nudge against your elbow. “What did you get for number 6?” Makkari asked.

You flipped the pages of your chemistry workbook until you realized you hadn’t done it yet. You rotated your fist in a clockwise motion on your chest with an apologetic smile, then showed her the blank answer box.

Yelena leaned over to check your progress only to cackle when she realized you were still at the first number, pushing Druig to do the same. “Getting distracted by the cheerleaders, aren’t we?” he teased. “Maybe we should’ve gone to the library instead.”

How were you to know that the cheerleaders were going to be decorating the cafeteria after school to prepare for spring spirit week?

You all went back to completing your homework and you tried your best to focus. Still you couldn’t help glancing back up at the group of girls on the opposite side of the cafeteria hanging up banners, paper streamers and other decorative items. Wanda was really the only one who captured your attention, but it made you feel better to just group her with the other cheerleaders. That way, you didn’t have to face the fact that you were imagining it was your shoulder she was resting her chin against instead of Sharon Carter’s.

Another nudge to your elbow, from the other side this time, pulled you out of your reverie. Yelena raised an eyebrow at you, probably to tell you that you were being way too obvious. She was the only one who knew about your little crush, but you still hadn’t told her about your little moment with Wanda. You wouldn’t know what to tell her anyways.

It wasn’t like you kissed. Though you’re pretty sure you would’ve if Gamora hadn’t interrupted… Right? You weren’t imagining that Wanda had leaned forward. She was totally going to kiss you, right?

Your mind was plagued with those questions the following week as you watched the cheerleaders chant about how the SHIELD Eagles were great while calling upon each cohort to join their cheers. Had you not been so in your head, you likely would’ve joined in on Yelena, Druig and Makkari’s snickering fest. The cheers were so goddamn corny. You felt bad for the ASL interpreter on the side who was trying to match their level of enthusiasm while signing.

You were resolute on the fact that you would rather take the subway to Union Square on the busiest summer day than repeat the pep rally cheers. Yet, Wanda was beaming as she jumped in the air and shook her pompoms. She looked like she was genuinely enjoying this experience. Just seeing her in such a euphoric state made your heart swell and you did your best to fight off the urge to grin at the scene.

Whatever progress you’d made to get over Wanda had been totally erased after your moment in the locker room. The only thing you looked forward to now was for the year to end so you could hopefully regain control over your feelings during the summer.

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“What do you mean the party’s tonight?” Yelena asked with her arms crossed. “Don’t you usually throw your end of the summer party the day before school starts?”

“Maria wants to save the last of the summer just for the two of us,” Natasha explained as she continued to set the bowls out on the kitchen island to pour out all the chips and candy from their bags.

“So, what? We’re just supposed to stay in my room?” Yelena pointed to you and her, and Natasha only shrugged.

“I never said you couldn’t join us. You’re the weirdos who never want to come out to parties.”

“Well, sorry for not seeing the appeal in being pressed up against random sweaty bodies.”

“Lena, it’s fine,” you said, tugging at her forearm and pulling her back towards the staircase, “it’s not like that’s not what we usually do.”

You had spent nearly every day of your summer vacation with Yelena. Your days were mostly spent in Manhattan since there was just more to do in the city than in Westview, but Yelena also got a cranky Natasha to drive her over to New Jersey many times over the course of the summer.

Alexei and Melina loved having you over. Unlike their daughters, you weren’t annoyed whenever Melina told you about her latest idea for a project while you waited for Yelena to get ready to go out or whenever Alexei asked you to come in the kitchen to taste test a recipe he was developing. Granted, you were fascinated by Melina’s job even though you rarely understand all the biomedical engineering jargon she used, and you had yet to taste something bad coming from Alexei’s kitchen. So, it wasn’t much of a hassle to let them indulge in their small quirks. Still, they never failed to remind Yelena and Natasha that “this is how our daughters should behave!”

Though, Yelena couldn’t complain about her parents preferring you over her because it was the same deal with your parents. To say your parents adored your new best friend would be an understatement. Your father constantly asked you when was the next time Yelena would come over so he could show her his latest artwork he’d completed only using stamps. Meanwhile, your mother would steal Yelena away to share yet another old vinyl from her collection that she thought she should listen to when she went home.

After the Maximoff fiasco last summer, your parents felt so helpless, seemingly unable to do anything to get their cheerful daughter back. They were so glad that you found a friend in Yelena who helped you through such a difficult time. They didn’t know the extent to which your relationship with Wanda had become more complicated throughout the year, but that didn’t matter, not anymore because that would soon be a thing of the past. Just a small bump in the road that you’d forget years from now.

In fact, spending the summer with Yelena and away from Wanda was exactly what you needed to get over her. Surprisingly, you managed to never bump into Wanda (or Pietro for that matter) the whole summer. It might have been due to the fact you only really stayed in Westview whenever you had a shift at the diner you started working at. Wanda and Pietro also likely respectively spent most of their days at the Stark mansion in Midtown and the Bartons’ apartment in Bedford-Stuyvesant. So, there were very few opportunities for you to run into either of them, which you were thankful for.

Once you’d go back to school, things would probably be different. With Makkari finally agreeing to get on the track team, you would likely see Pietro whenever you went to support Makkari at track meets. Wanda still being a cheerleader meant that you would likely also see her around a lot based on the happenings of the previous year. However, after a whole summer apart, you didn’t expect that seeing them again would affect you the same way it did last year.

What you probably should’ve expected though, was that they’d show up to Natasha’s party and you’d come across at least one of them much sooner than you’d anticipated. While the popular kids often threw house parties, attending those were highly recommended if you wanted to stay up to date with all the happenings at school. However, there was a list of parties, according to Yelena, that if you missed, it was the equivalent of social suicide. And Natasha’s end of the summer bash was on that list.

“Whoever is in charge of the party playlist needs to be fired,” Yelena groaned, falling back on the mattress.

“Please, Lena, if you were the one who curated that playlist, it would’ve only consisted of 90% Lorde and Adele songs.”

“What’s wrong with Lorde and Adele?”

“Nothing, if you want to cry and or have an existential crisis,” you retorted while laughing at Yelena’s appalled expression. You then got off her bed to stretch your legs. It was now well past 10 PM and you’d spent the past 3 hours huddled up in Yelena’s bedroom. The last time you’d seen the outside of this bedroom was when you went to collect your pizza order right before Natasha’s first guests arrived, and your bladder was screaming at you to go to the bathroom.

The moment you stepped out of her bedroom, you were assaulted with the sound of the bass vibrating through your whole body. How your classmates hadn’t lost their hearing was beyond you. Though, if you were being honest, your hearing had probably also been damaged from the countless hours you spent with your earbuds playing music a little louder than you should.

You rearranged your shirt in the mirror after being done with your business and just as you shut off the light as you exited the bathroom, you caught the weight of another person colliding into you.

“You can’t be up here,” you repeated one of Natasha’s only party rules (the other ones being: don’t break shit and don’t puke on shit) until you realized it was a very intoxicated Wanda in your arms.

“Oh, hey sunshine,” she slurred, albeit it with a very goofy grin.

“Sunshine?”

“Yeah, you know, ‘cause your favorite color’s yellow,” she explained, only maintaining her balance thanks to the death grip she had on your arm. “Bathroom downstairs’ busy. Help me to th’bathroom?”

You barely made it inside and Wanda started to empty her insides. You managed to redirect her head to the toilet bowl, but you already had some vomit on your feet. At least, it wasn’t as bad as Wanda’s skirt (or the floor).

“Wait,” Wanda rasped, grabbing your forearm when you started to leave her side after rinsing off your feet in the shower, “don’t go.”

“I should go get your boyfriend,” you explained, but that didn’t seem like the right thing to say judging from the way she cringed at the mention of Vision.

“Stay? Please?” she pleaded, those doe eyes enticing you once more to cave into her request.

“I’ll help you clean up,” you relented.

Cleaning up Wanda’s vomit off her skirt and the floor of Yelena’s bathroom was not how you envisioned one of the last days of your summer vacation, nor was bumping into Peter Quill on the way out of the bathroom with Wanda in tow.

“Oh, hey there–” he started, but stopped when he spotted who was following you out. Just your luck, right as there was a lull from the current song having ended and the next one being queued, he yelled out, “Holy shit! Wanda, you’re a lesbian, now?”

At the same time, Yelena exited her room, wondering what all the commotion was about. You could see the questions brewing in her mind as she took in the scene, but she quickly gathered herself and shoved him back in the direction of the stairs as she told him that he couldn’t be up here.

“Come on, I just need to use the bathroom. The one downstairs has been occupied for like ages,” he said. Yelena was having none of it and continued to block his way as she descended the stairs, pushing him to do the same. Peter being Peter, though, had to have the last word and from the bottom of the stairs, he shouted, “I totally knew you two were a thing! Good on you for coming out as a lesbian Wanda!”

Well, if your classmates hadn’t heard him the first time, they definitely had this time.

“You don’t have to go back down there,” you said, already sensing the dread building up in Wanda’s body. Turning around, you were faced with a much calmer Wanda than you had anticipated.

“I wouldn’t want to intrude,” she claimed with very little conviction.

“You’re not intruding,” Yelena said as she finally made her way back up the stairs. “We’re having a Twilight movie marathon. So, you only missed the first one and the first half of the second movie.”

Accepting your offer to join you was easy for Wanda. Swapping her off-the-shoulder top and her skirt that was still drying for your PJs was even easier. It was only after putting on your sweatshorts and your Frank Ocean t-shirt that she asked you what you would be wearing to sleep. You assured her that you wouldn’t be sleeping in denim shorts and would just borrow Yelena’s clothes.

For some reason, your answer did not appease her and even seemed to bother her more. You started to doubt whether this was a good idea seeing her so upset. Sure, you felt bad about her being sick and then having to deal with Peter’s untimely interruption, but you weren’t friends. While you weren’t necessarily on bad terms anymore, you certainly weren’t on good ones. You weren’t even on speaking terms.

Your worries all faded away the moment the three of you settled back on Yelena’s bed. Wanda gradually shifted from stiffly sitting cross-legged beside you to relaxing and mimicking your lying position on her back to watch the movie being projected on the wall.

Having already watched all five movies with Wanda when you were still friends, you had proposed this movie marathon because Yelena had revealed that she had yet to see one installment of the iconic vampire/werewolf franchise. Yet, not even 20 minutes after you’d resumed watching the second movie and the sounds of Yelena’s soft snores could already be heard from your left side.

You turned to Wanda only to see that she had followed in Yelena’s footsteps and was fast asleep. Chuckling to yourself, you went to turn off the laptop and projector, allowing the moonlight from Yelena’s second-story window to be the only source of light in the room. You carefully climbed back into bed to lay down, the absurdity of being sandwiched between your ex-best friend and new best friend not being lost upon you.

Your mind started to wander to the events of tonight that might have led Wanda to be sleeping next to you right now, with her head gently nuzzling into your side and stopping when you lifted your arm up for her to comfortably rest her head on your chest. Given that the only times you had ever seen her drink was at BBQs her dad hosted where she was allowed sips of wine, you didn’t know if Wanda was usually a big drinker. The thought of her always getting this drunk was concerning to say the least. Although you didn’t get along with the popular kids, they were not ones to peer pressure others into drinking, not with Pepper around anyways. She was notoriously protective of her girls, and she got along well with the captain of the football team. So, anyone who made her girls uncomfortable would be taken care of by some of Steve’s friends on the team.

You knew you shouldn’t be mulling over the events of tonight, worrying about a girl who didn’t think twice about abandoning your friendship, no less. Still, as you observed Wanda’s sleeping form, a serene look on her face despite everything that happened earlier, your heart ached at the possibility that she had gotten that intoxicated because she resorted to drinking an issue away.

In a moment of weakness, you pressed a soft kiss on her forehead before you let yourself drift off to sleep.

─── ᗢ ───── 💔 ───── ᗢ ───

Going back to school for your junior year was uneventful and you had nothing to worry about.

That was how you wanted to describe your first day back at SHIELD, but the universe decided that that would be too boring and had to ambush you (quite literally) with your least favorite blonde giant pulling you backwards with one hand on your shoulder, almost making you fall.

“What the fuck?” you yelped, pulling your headphones off and letting them rest around your neck.

“Sorry,” Vision said, looking genuinely apologetic because he clearly underestimated the strength of his grip, but whatever remorse painted his face was soon replaced by anger. “You better watch out, Casanova.”

“You’re the one who pulled me in your way, what?”

“No, that’s not what I meant.” You waited for him to elaborate, but he just stood there glaring at you.

“You gonna tell me what you mean or do you just want to create traffic in front of the staircase?”

“What have I ever done to you?” he asked, pulling you aside to have a more private conversation (or as private as the streets of Manhattan could be).

“You know, this would go much smoother if you gave me some context.” Seriously, was this guy incapable of giving cohesive answers? You did not want to be the one correcting his reading comprehension quizzes.

“I’m talking about Wanda!”

Oh right, Wanda… Wanda, his girlfriend who was all snuggled up next to you just two nights ago and who disappeared before you and Yelena woke up. (The next morning, Natasha informed you that Pietro had checked in on her after he heard what happened with Peter and drove her home.)

“Nothing–”

“I just don’t understand where it all went wrong. One moment she seems super happy with me and the next she wants to break up and won’t explain why,” he rambled on to you as if you were his therapist.

Hold up, Wanda had dumped Vision?

“I still don’t see how I’m involved in all this,” you said, hating the part of you that felt elated over hearing this news.

“You’re the reason she broke up with me!” he exclaimed, frustration and desperation evident in his wide blue eyes. “How else do you explain her sleeping with you at Natasha’s party?”

What in the world was happening? This was not at all how your first day back at school was supposed to go.

You didn’t even get another word in to explain yourself before Wanda showed up and pulled you away from her boyfriend–no, ex-boyfriend. What was with people pulling you in every direction? Sure, your overalls were reminiscent of an American Girl doll, but they didn’t have to manhandle you.

“I told you to not make a scene, Vis,” she hissed. “We’re over and there’s nothing you can do about it. Threatening people won’t make me want to get back together with you.”

“I did no such thing!”

“He didn’t,” you confirmed and received a head tilt and a raised brow from Wanda. Alright, wrong move. “Okay, look, as fun as this is. This seems like a couple’s thing, so I’m just going to go,” you said, pointing in the opposite direction and leaning your body away from them.

“No, you’re involved in this too,” Vision said at the same time as Wanda clarified that they weren’t a couple anymore. Just as you took one step towards the stairs, Vision’s hand reached forward to pull you back again, but he never made contact as Wanda put herself between you two. With her palms against his chest, she shoved him backwards, making him stumble back before he fell back on concrete. Whether Wanda managed to make him fall out of pure strength or if Vision just had a weak core didn’t really matter. There were enough people who saw him groan as his ass hit the ground.

“Don’t you dare lay your hands on her,” she scowled. You thought you heard a “holy fuck” in the distance, and “holy fuck” indeed.

Honestly, if it weren’t for the fact that this altercation landed you in Principal Fury’s office, you would’ve been quite impressed. Scratch that, you were definitely still impressed. Was it wrong for you to feel a little attracted to Wanda in that situation? Probably, right? She had just harmed another human being, and if your mother taught you anything, it was that violence was a big no-no… But damn! It was all fun and games until you found yourself in detention on your first day back at school.

Fearing that putting the three of you in the same room so soon might cause another fight, Vision would have detention tomorrow while you and Wanda had to stay in detention today. Fortunately for you, Mr. Talos was the teacher supervising detention, but he forgot about his meeting with the drama club and there were no other teachers available. So, he apologized hastily and let you two off the hook because he knew “my star student Wanda probably had a very good reason to hit that Stark boy. Don’t tell anyone I said that.”

Perhaps favoritism wasn’t so bad after all.

“Have people been talking about you today?” Wanda asked once Mr. Talos had left the room.

“Maybe a bit more than usual,” you shrugged, not really seeing why Wanda was suddenly so interested in talking about gossip. Being entangled in an unintentional (well unintentional on your part) love triangle fight was bound to make the rumor cycle, especially because Wanda and Vision were involved.

“They always talk about you?”

“I’m not a Kardashian, Wanda. I don’t think people don’t always talk about me,” you snorted. “I guess today was a bit different though. When I hear people talk about me, they’re not usually saying that I forced you to break up with Vision or that you cheated on him with me,” you said, unable to stop yourself from chuckling at the ridiculousness of their speculations.

“I’m sorry,” she said, her voice full of sorrow. “I never meant for this to happen.”

“I didn’t think you did,” you replied, sympathetically. In all honesty, it was hard to ignore whispers about you in the hallway. Wanda undoubtedly had to go through a similar experience today, and there was no need for her to feel guilty over something she had no control over on top of that.

You took Wanda’s silent nod as a sign that the conversation was over and hauled the straps of your backpack on your shoulder to leave. You only made it a few steps outside of the algebra classroom until Wanda called out your name. You halted in place, expecting her to tell you that you left a notebook or a pencil behind. However, the apprehensive look on her face told you she had much more to say.

“I need you to know that I’m sorry. Not just for what happened today. For everything,” she said with her eyes full of determination.

“Does this mean you’re finally going to tell me what happened last summer?” you asked without any malice.

“I’m not sure I can explain it properly,” Wanda winced, likely feeling like she was just echoing a similar explanation she had given you a few months ago.

You let out a short sigh in disappointment, but the overwhelming sense of bitterness was absent this time around. You gave her a nod of acknowledgement of her apology, but nothing more. “I’ll see you around Wanda,” you said.

“Wait!”

“Look, Wanda, unless you can give me an actual explanation, there’s nothing else to say. You apologized and that’s fine. We can go our separate ways, pretend two nights ago didn’t happen and go back to not talking to each other. You can even keep my clothes,” you said, trying to lighten the mood.

“I don’t want to pretend that night didn’t happen. I don’t want to go back to just not talking to each other. I can’t tell you why, but… I can show you,” she murmured the last part as she reached forward to hold your hands.

Suddenly, you felt like you were back in the locker room. Wanda was leaning forward once more, but with a new air of confidence. You let your eyes flutter close and this time, the thud of an opening door never came. Instead, you felt the softest lips press against yours while the scent of her strawberry and mint shampoo mixed with her perfume invaded your nostrils. You felt like your mind was going into overdrive.

Wanda Maximoff just kissed you. Holy shit.

For a moment, neither of you said anything, just letting yourselves digest what had just happened with your foreheads pressed against one another. The only sound that could be heard was the low hum of the flickering fluorescent lights above.

“Vision wasn’t totally wrong. I don’t know how he figured it out, but you were the reason I broke up with him,” she confessed. “I never should’ve said yes to Vision… It was unfair for me to date him when my heart already belonged to you.”

“You like me?” you asked, unwilling to believe that your crush that you’d spent so much time getting over was apparently requited after all.

“A lot,” she confirmed. “I know I should’ve told you sooner, but…”

“But what?”

“I don’t know,” she sighed. “I was scared? You know how people are here.”

“Yeah, they’re pretty accepting,” you said. You had yet to hear someone say anything derogatory to your face or behind your back about your sexual orientation.

“But they talk. So much,” she countered. You still weren’t quite sure how that stopped her from telling you the truth, but you could tell she still wasn’t ready to divulge all that.

“Okay, so, what now?”

“I’m not sure. I didn’t think this far ahead.”

“Well, what happens when you close your eyes and imagine what we do next?” you asked, taking her hand in yours.

“It’s silly…”

“Humor me.”

“We kiss again,” she confessed with a blush on her cheeks.

“I wouldn’t mind that,” you replied with a smile.

“Really?” Wanda asked and her eyes lit up like the 4th of July. You started to lean in as an answer until she pushed back ever so slightly, panic washing over her face. “I don’t know how to do this.”

“You seemed like you knew what you were doing earlier,” you said teasingly, which earned you a light punch on the shoulder.

“I meant dating, you goofball.”

“We don’t have to date if you don’t wan–”

“I want to,” she asserted. “I want you, more than anything in my life.”

“Good because I want you too,” you replied, grinning.

“Even if I’m not ready to tell others?” she asked, her words swimming in insecurity. You weren’t keen on being Wanda’s secret, but you also didn’t want to lose her again.

“I want you, Wanda,” you repeated and placed a kiss on her forehead.

There was still so much you needed to unpack, but you would figure it out. All that mattered right now was that you got Wanda back.

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Pietro and Wanda are both silly for stopping talking to R

They both basically abandoned R for no good reason and it seems like there was no regard for R's feelings

[I was just apologizing for being a dick and a bad friend.] - Well done Pietro, good on you mate

[when you were the sun and she was a planet that gravitated around you.] - That's cute

[“Fuck you, Wanda,” Vision spat] - Wtf... Where the hell is R to punch him in the FACE

[“I don’t know what to say…” Wanda admitted as she tried to digest the overload of information she’d just received.] - This is all just going to make Wanda not come out even more

These people are so annoying, let Wanda confess and set things right already 😂

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐚 & 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 - 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞

pairing: cheerleader!wanda maxmoff x fem!reader

summary: there are two sides to every story, but wanda isn’t so sure she’ll ever get to tell her side of things.

warnings: none

word count: 5.7k

a/n: a chapter from wanda’s pov! lol figured it could help redeem her a bit, but things are definitely not fixed yet. i can’t believe this series is almost over. gah, my first wanda x reader fic. thank you to everyone who’s been on this journey with me!

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Wanda fucked up to an astronomical level.

In hindsight, she should’ve known this was how things would go, what with her track record and her reluctance to be with you out in the open. It was just too good to be true that you forgave her when you didn’t even really know why she was asking for your forgiveness anyways. You were too forgiving and she was too selfish to deny herself the pleasure to finally know what you tasted like. Now, your heart had been shattered in pieces and it was all her fault.

“I love you,” Wanda whispered into her phone after hearing the end tone ringing in her ear, tears she had fought so hard to keep at bay now falling freely down her cheeks.

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So glad Wanda did the right thing and they all seem to be getting on now

I was really hoping for R to punch Vision at the end there hahaha

I hope you did post that '10 years later' ending, it will be nice to see how they are in the future

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐚 & 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 - 𝐬𝐢𝐱

pairing: cheerleader!wanda maximoff x fem!reader

summary: homecoming doesn’t go the way it was supposed. or does it?

warnings: allusions to sex

word count: 5.7k

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Homecoming night was not something you were looking forward to anymore. The whole week leading up to the dance, you kept being reminded of the fact that despite having planned the perfect homecoming proposal for Wanda, it meant nothing now that your arrangement was over. There was nothing special about this night anymore. You would just go to the stupid dance with Yelena and then go home when you eventually got bored.

“That suit looks good on you,” Pietro commented with a half-smile.

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I feel so bad for R

R was just left in the dark while the twins carried on with their lives

I'm wondering how R and Wanda even got together in the end...

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐚 & 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 - 𝐭𝐰𝐨

pairing: cheerleader!wanda maximoff x fem!reader

summary: the story of how wanda became one of the people closest to you, and how she eventually became a total stranger.

warnings: friendship breakups, wanda and pietro are bad friends :(

word count: 6.7k

a/n: right so originally this was supposed to cover the whole backstory of ma&thp, but then at about 7.6k i realized i may have wanted to include a bit too much, so i decided to separate the backstory into 2 parts lol. so, here's the first years of their friendship up to the beginning of sophomore year!

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Wanda Maximoff had always captured your attention wherever you went.

When your parents first told you that a new family had moved down the street, you had been forced to accompany them to gift them a small housewarming basket filled with desserts you had helped your mom bake and a “Welcome to Westview” note. Being the somewhat shy 6-year-old that you were, you had a tight grip on your mom’s pant leg, even when a boisterous Pietro raced down the stairs at the sound of newcomers and promptly invited you to help him build his newest Lego set. The only person who had gotten you to leave your mother’s side was Wanda.

Imagine your shock when she suddenly looked up from her canvas and smiled gently at you, beckoning you over. One simple gesture got you to finally give up your spot on the floor next to your mother’s chair and head on over to Wanda’s little nook.

Noticing your presence, Pietro whined a bit over the fact that you’d agreed to play with Wanda and not him, but he got over it once Wanda told him he could join if he wanted. Little did he know, your presence would become a new constant in his life.

Noticing your presence, Pietro whined a bit over the fact that you’d agreed to play with Wanda and not him, but he got over it once Wanda told him he could join if he wanted. Little did he know, your presence would become a new constant in his life.

In the beginning, he wasn’t sure he liked this change in dynamics. He had never had to share his sister with anyone and for those first 6 years of his life, she was his best friend and he was hers. When you came around, he was unsettled by the fact that Wanda would rather spend time with you instead of him. It bothered him so much that you and him would start to bicker about every little thing.

“But I wanted it,” you whined and tried to grab the last of your favorite juice box flavor, but Pietro was faster and dodged your grabby hands.

“Too bad, so sad,” he said in a singsong manner and took out the plastic straw to poke into the juice box.

“Fine,” you replied bitterly and chose his favorite juice flavor, which was coincidentally the last one as well.

You both stared at one another, scowls on your faces. “This is really dumb,” Wanda chimed in, annoyed that she had to hear yet another one of your arguments. “Neither of you even like the flavor you chose.”

“He started it.”

“Because you took my favorite character while playing Mario Kart earlier!”

“Not my fault you’re too slow,” you said, knowing that would tick him off. If there was one thing Pietro hated was losing a race, any race. He had to be the first one to get to the door whenever he and Wanda came home from school, he had to be first to make it up the stairs when it was bedtime, he had to be the first to sit down at his seat for dinner, etc. Being told that he was too slow was probably the worst insult he could ever receive.

“I won every round,” he countered.

You continued to bicker and completely forgot about the peanut butter & jelly sandwiches your mom had made. What started out as an argument about juice boxes shifted to one about Pietro’s speed. Then, he brought up the fact that you sucked at video games and you argued that the only games he was ever good at were racing games. You switched topics so many times that you didn’t even know what had even started this little fight, but both of you were so heated that your parents had come in from the garden, hearing your voices getting louder and louder.

“What is happening here?” your dad asked, his eyes shifting from you to Pietro.

“They were fighting over something dumb, again,” Wanda explained, and it was only then that you realized she no longer was at the dinner table and had retreated in your living room instead. You and Pietro had the decency to look embarrassed.

“Ah, Tom and Jerry are back at it again, I see,” Oleg joked, earning himself sheepish grins from both you and Pietro.

It was hard not to notice the constant bickering ever since you’d befriended the twins two years ago. Your parents were a little concerned that you and Pietro didn’t get along that well, but brushed it over since your squabbles were never over anything serious, similar to those that siblings often engaged in. They figured it was just childish arguments that you would grow out of. That didn’t mean they didn’t tease you about it in the meantime though.

You weren’t a big fan of the nicknames at first, but you supposed that there were worse things than being compared to an animated mouse. And bringing up the nicknames always seemed to calm you two down to a point where you would just begrudgingly apologize to one another and go on about your day.

Once you had cooled off, the adults went back outside to enjoy their afternoon tea together while the three of you chose to finish that 300 piece puzzle you’d started earlier and gave up on. You and Pietro wanted to play another round of Mario Kart, but it only took one objection from Wanda and you conceded to completing your puzzle. (“I don’t want to spend the next two hours listening to you fight over who cheated,” she’d said.)

Completing a puzzle together proved to be a much better activity than video games, at least according to Wanda. She got to spend 3 hours of peaceful quiet with her two favorite people in the world and you were so focused on finishing the task that neither of you had the mental ability to throw petty insults at the other.

“I don’t get why you fight so much. You two are similar in so many ways.” At that, you both wanted to protest, but she continued, “It would just make me so much happier if you two were friends and got along.”

You and Pietro exchanged looks and it was like a silent agreement had been made from that point forward. You would try for her, because she was one of the people you both cared about the most and seeing her hurt was the last thing either of you wanted. Granted, your love for Wanda was completely different from his, but at the end of the day, you would both do almost anything to see her smile.

Your relationship didn’t change overnight, obviously. Pietro was still too stubborn for his own good, which irritated you more often than not. And your desire to be right all the time served as an easy target for him. It was hard not to taunt him whenever you beat him to the park after he insisted he found a faster shortcut. And it was just as hard for him not to taunt you when the song you heard on the radio was an Avril Lavigne single, not the Kelly Clarkson one you were so sure of.

Still, you made an effort to get along for Wanda’s sake and at some point, you developed a friendship separate from her. As much as you hated to admit it, Wanda was right about you being quite alike (which had probably only fueled the competition between you two over the past years).

“1… 2… 3… 4… 5…” you heard Pietro mumble as he twisted the stem of his apple until it snapped off at the 6th twist.

Iryna had prepared snacks for the three of you as she usually did, but an hour after devouring his dinosaur cheese crackers, he claimed he was still hungry. Just as he went to push his chair to reach the higher shelf housing all the good snacks of the house, Iryna tutted and handed him an apple instead.

“Your apple is 6 years old,” you said while doodling in one of your notebooks as you waited for Wanda to get her set of crayons from her room. This prompted him to snap his head up at you.

“No way! You do that too?” he asked, as if amazed that he finally found another person who had the same habit as him.

You grinned and nodded, “Wanda says that’s not the apple’s age, but I like to think it is.”

“Oh, it is,” he urged with a giggle. “I don’t care that Wanda has the best grades, she’s totally wrong about this.”

“What am I wrong about?” Wanda asked, skipping towards you. She dropped the large case on the table, carefully pushing aside Pietro’s addition and subtraction sheets scattered all over the place.

“The apple thing that you insist is false. Jerry, here, does the same thing as I do. You know what? I might have to steal your best friend from you,” Pietro teased as he draped one arm around your shoulders.

“She’s mine.” Wanda immediately frowned and went to push her brother’s arm off you to replace it with hers. “We’re going to my room to doodle. Have fun finishing your homework alone,” she announced and gathered her things before she dragged you away without leaving room for discussion.

It turned out that you and Pietro had a strange amount of similar habits and interests that ranged from chewing on the end of your straw to liking to listen to the Alvin and the Chipmunks’ version of songs. The latter of which led you to dress up as the iconic anthropomorphic chipmunks for Halloween, three years in a row. You were Theodore, Wanda was Simon and Pietro was Alvin.

“Why couldn’t I be Alvin?” Wanda sighed, struggling to roll the sleeves of the oversized blue sweater while holding her pumpkin bucket almost filled to the brim with treats.

“Because you’re more like Simon,” said Pietro before shoving the red lollipop that matched his baseball cap back in his mouth.

“But red is my color,” she said with the most adorable pout.

“You make the cutest Simon,” you told her, carefully pushing the fake glasses back up the bridge of her nose. “Plus,” you whispered so only she could hear, “I prefer Simon over Alvin.”

That was apparently good enough for Wanda because upon hearing that, she immediately straightened up and her previously sullen expression morphed into a bright smile.

“T, come on, this house has our favorite candy!” Pietro exclaimed a few feet in front of you. Pietro had been referring to both of you by your chipmunk nicknames for the past few weeks because he was so excited for Halloween. He took his role as Alvin so seriously that he started calling you by that nickname long after the spooky holiday was over. You had to admit that you grew fond of the nickname and you even started calling him Alvin.

“We’re coming,” you said, gesturing that he could go to the next few houses without you.

“You know, I’m starting to think my brother is trying to replace me,” Wanda accused with no malice in her voice.

“He’s not,” you rolled your eyes playfully, “no one could ever replace you.”

“You’ve been spending a lot of time together, though,” she said, a hint of insecurity lacing her words.

“I thought that was what you wanted,” you teased as you nudged her arm. “For us to all be friends.”

“I guess so, yeah…”

“Hey, Wands,” you said gently, “I mean it. No one could ever replace you… Even if you tried to get rid of me, I’m afraid you’re stuck with me as your best friend for the rest of eternity!”

“Promise?”

“Promise,” you said, entwining your pinkie with hers.

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When you had received the news that you had gotten a scholarship from Stark Harkness Institute for the Exceptional, Lettered & Distinguished, you were absolutely ecstatic. Being from Westview, your only option in town was the local high school. And while it wasn’t the worst, it wouldn’t give you the same opportunities that the prestigious private school located in Manhattan would. As soon as you got your letter, you barely celebrated the news with your parents, opting to bike down to the Maximoff residence to see the twins.

“Wanda! Pietro!” you yelled, nearly tripping as you dismounted from your bike, not bothering propping it on the kickstand and instead letting it fall on the Maximoffs’ front lawn. The twins were just getting their own bikes out of the garage when you arrived, getting ready to stroll around the neighborhood like you often did on the weekend. “I got in! We’re all going to SHIELD!”

Wanda squealed and you easily caught her as she jumped into your arms while Pietro pulled both of you into a group hug once you had let Wanda back down. The twins had both gotten their letters a week before you did (Wanda for her academic achievements and Pietro for his athletic prowess) and you had been anxiously waiting for your response letter to arrive.

“I told you you would get in,” Wanda said, a dazzling glint in her eyes. “You’re the most skilled artist I know.”

“I’m the only artist you know,” you retorted playfully.

“Doesn’t make what I said less true,” she shrugged. “High school is gonna be the best. It’ll be us three against the world.”

She was somewhat right.

Freshman year, the three of you stuck together. Every morning, you and the Maximoffs would meet at the bus stop together and spend an hour traveling from your hometown to school. Being the only Westview citizens at SHIELD, you didn’t see familiar faces from middle school. So, spending your breaks and lunches together was simply less intimidating than trying to approach one of the tables occupied by your classmates.

In stereotypical high school fashion, though, cliques eventually formed, breaking your little trio apart. “I’m not abandoning you,” he groaned at Wanda’s accusation.

“You’re spending so much time with the track team, we barely even see each other anymore,” Wanda said as she strained her neck to look her brother in the eyes while still being seated as he stood up. Pietro had had a growth spurt over the last few months, which you liked to tease him for because for all his height, he hadn’t gained much weight and was akin to a string bean. Wanda, on the other hand, wasn’t a fan of their sudden height difference because now Pietro had one more argument to hold over her head (literally) when he argued that he was her ‘big’ brother.

“Well, T said I should get closer to the team and I think she was right,” Pietro replied, raising his chin defensively. “And aren’t you the one who keeps saying you want to become a cheerleader anyway?”

Wait what?

You knew about Wanda’s tendency to fantasize about her ideal high school life. As kids, you had talked extensively about what you hoped you would be like as teenagers. While you had focused more on the friends you’d make and the career path you’d be on, Wanda had envisioned dating a massive romantic who would shower her with sweet words and heartfelt surprises every now and then.

With that being said, she had never mentioned that this idealistic version of her life would include her waving pompoms and yelling somewhat corny and rhyming chants. Did that mean that her ideal partner was a football player? Because no offense, but based on the four months you had spent at SHIELD so far, you were pretty sure that the guys on the football team’s idea of romance was likely a Hallmark card they bought at the dollar store signed with their name under the message that was pre-written inside it.

“You want to be a cheerleader?” you asked in between bites of your sandwich.

“I don’t know,” she responded, but her shifty eyes told you that she did know. And you were inclined to believe that not only did she know, she had probably even thought about attending tryouts later in the year.

“I bet you would look great in a cheerleading uniform,” you shrugged. As bothered as you were over the fact that Wanda had been keeping a seemingly important wish of hers from you, you only wanted the best for her. And, now that you thought about it, the image of Wanda in a cheerleading uniform was something you shouldn’t focus on too much because it was leading your brain to not-so-PG thoughts that you shouldn’t be having about your best friend.

“Can you not flirt with my sister while I’m here?” Pietro grimaced and dry heaved.

“I’m not flirting,” you asserted, although not with as much conviction as you’d hoped. “I’m just being honest.”

“Whatever, so are we good for the track team?” he directed his question more towards his sister, as if he was seeking permission from her. He had already made up his mind about spending the rest of the lunch period with his teammates, and he would get what he wanted.

“See you later,” Wanda said, shaking her head like she had better things to worry about.

“Neat! Don’t forget I have practice after school, so no need to wait for me,” he said as he placed the strap of his duffle bag over his shoulder. “Later, Wands! See you tomorrow, T!” And with that, he was off to the gym to meet the track team.

“So,” you said once Pietro was gone, “why am I just now hearing about this cheerleader dream of yours?”

“It’s not a dream,” she rebutted, shaking her head. “It’s just something silly I told Piet once.”

“It didn’t seem that silly if he remembered,” you countered, “and it’s also not silly if it’s something you really want.” You reached forward to grab Wanda’s hands, smoothly interlacing your fingers with her ring-clad ones. You recognized each and every one that adorned them. Some of them were gifted from her family, some were from you and others were rings she had bought on your many trips to various thrift stores.

“I don’t even know if I could even fit in their world,” Wanda said while directing her gaze to the corner of the cafeteria where the cheerleaders, the jocks and the Stark brothers’ friend group sat.

You were certain this was the only school where a bunch of brainiacs like the Starks and their friends got to associate with the popular kids. Tony seemed the most at ease with the jocks and cheerleaders. Jarvis (or Vision as you once heard him correct a junior in the hallway), despite being the only freshman in their group, managed to make it seem like he had been reigning the school with his older brother for years. To a certain degree, James Rhodes also fit in with that crowd. He didn’t seem like the type who enjoyed the attention, unlike the older Tony, but he got along with the jocks quite well. Bruce Banner, however, could easily be mistaken for an awkward freshman even though he was a sophomore. The only people outside of his friend group he seemed at ease with was Thor Odinson and maybe Steve Rogers, but those two were the types of guys that made everyone feel at ease.

Being related to one of the founders of the school definitely helped the Starks climb the social ladder, though Tony managing to seduce head cheerleader Pepper Potts also gave him brownie points. What made Pepper fall for an arrogant nerd like Tony, you would never know. You supposed it wasn’t fair to only judge Tony’s shitty personality. It wasn’t like Pepper had the best reputation either. As one of the youngest girls to have ever been captain, she had to be a bit more cutthroat to earn respect from older members after the last captain graduated last year. At least, that was what you’d heard. That wasn’t really an issue (and it was somewhat expected of her) until her title as captain went to her head and she started to treat everyone like they were her subordinates.

You’d seen her glare at a freshman at the beginning of the year who unknowingly sat at the designated table for cheerleaders. That one look was enough for the poor freshman to scurry out of her way and apologize profusely. You’d also heard all the rumors about her like how she apparently told her lab partner who messed up their experiment that “that’s the reason why people talk shit behind your back,” or that she prank texted a girl pretending to be Tony only to embarrass her because the girl had apparently looked at her boyfriend in a way she didn’t appreciate. In all honesty, you weren’t sure which, if any, of those rumors were true, and you didn’t really care to find out. All you knew was that you never wanted to be near Pepper Potts. That might not work though if Wanda wanted to be a member of her cheer squad.

“I think you could fit in. You just have to change the color palette of your wardrobe… and maybe go easy on the eyeliner,” you said, your lips curling up in a teasing smirk. Wanda had discovered the magic of eyeliner at age 13 and if people thought she wore heavy eyeliner now, they should’ve seen her when she started wearing all-around winged liner in middle school.

“Shut up,” Wanda giggled and shoved you away from her.

“If you really want this, I could help you prepare for tryouts,” you suggested as you finished the last of your little fruit cup.

“You’d do that for me?” Wanda asked, eyes wide in excitement.

“Of course! I don’t know how much help I’ll be since I know next to nothing about cheerleading, but I could be your moral support,” you said and then gasped, “I could be your own little cheerleader!”

Your proposition elicited a hearty laugh from the brunette, but she was deeply touched you would offer to help her with this endeavor of hers. Wanda wouldn’t consider herself as insecure. It was just hard to be confident and assertive when everyone around her at school seemed so sure of themselves, like they knew exactly where they were going in life while Wanda barely knew what she wanted to eat for supper. Whenever she started to feel doubt creep in, you never failed to remind her how much she was worth and that she was capable of anything she put her mind to. Sometimes, she wondered how she got so lucky to have you as her best friend. She couldn’t imagine her life without you in it.

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As you predicted, you weren’t much help with this whole cheerleading thing, but it was just your luck that one of the sophomores on the squad overheard Wanda rant to you about how hard this process was. Contrary to her standoffish aura, Thena turned out to be much warmer than either of you anticipated. In fact, she was the one who offered to help Wanda train for tryouts.

“What do you want in exchange?” Wanda asked, weary of what price Thena would charge. She didn’t have a job yet and she wasn’t sure her allowance would cover Thena’s fees.

“Nothing,” Thena stated, flipping her blonde hair behind her shoulder. Seeing Wanda’s skeptical expression, she sighed and slumped back against the locker. “Can I not do something out of the good of my heart?”

“You don’t even know me.”

“I know enough,” she claimed. When you and Wanda just stared at her with matching confused expressions, she rolled her eyes and elaborated, “I know that I’ve never heard Pepper talk about you. I’ve never heard anyone talk about you, actually.”

“I don’t see how that’s a good thing,” Wanda argued, still not fully believing what Thena was proposing.

“Take it or leave it.”

Needless to say, Wanda accepted Thena’s offer pretty quickly after that and the pair started to meet a few days every week after school. Their sessions went on up until the day before tryouts. All she had to do now was not let her nerves get to her and show everyone else that she was meant to be on the squad, which was easier said than done.

“I think it would help ease my nerves if you showed me what you were drawing,” Wanda said. As you looked up, you caught sight of Wanda’s tense expression that she tried to disguise with a grimace that you assumed was supposed to be a smile.

“I’ll show once I’m done,” you replied, resting your hand on her leg, stopping her anxious bouncing. You turned off your tablet just as she leaned over to sneak a peek, and were met a pout that almost made you give in to her request. She let out a quiet groan and decided to go stretch again, as if she hadn’t just sat down after doing so for that past 5 minutes.

“Has Piet texted back yet?” she asked you as she wiped her sweaty palms on the side of her bike shorts.

“Oh yeah, he said practice was running late again and he’d meet us after tryouts were over. He wishes you good luck though and he’s sorry he couldn’t be here in person,” you replied, offering her an apologetic smile.

Ever since that lunch where he left to go see the track team, he started to hang out with you less and less. Admittedly, you weren’t very fond of the fact that your time spent together was now limited to when he rode the bus with you during the mornings and afternoons he didn’t have practice. You couldn’t help feeling like the team had stole your friend away from you, even though logically speaking, you knew that wasn’t true.

“It’s fine,” Wanda said, but her knitted brows told you otherwise.

After hearing Pepper announce that tryouts would start soon and that anyone who wasn’t participating would have to leave, you put your tablet away and motioned for Wanda over to you. Ignoring her shakiness, you grabbed both her hands and pulled her closer so you could rest your forehead against hers.

“You’ve got this, Wands, my favorite little cheerleader,” you whispered before pulling away to grab your backpack. Had you paid a little more attention to her, you would’ve noticed her flushed cheeks and her eyes wandering up and down your figure. “We’ll go to the diner to celebrate after?”

“I won’t know the results until later,” she huffed out a chuckle at your optimism.

“Yeah, but you see I’m a psychic,” you told her and winked. “And I’m getting a vision now that next year, you’ll be a cheerleader who makes everyone wonder whether they want to be you or be with you.”

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To no one’s surprise (except maybe Wanda), she made it on the squad. As promised, you went to celebrate with cinnamon roll waffles from Hudson diner just like you did when you were younger. Pietro had also joined you, and that was probably the last time the three of you hung out. It was also one of the last memories you had of the Wanda you grew up with.

You didn’t understand how Wanda went from calling you her favorite person to completely ignoring you in the hallways. You supposed it started the week after school ended.

“You can call me anytime you want,” you said with your chin on her shoulder.

“You’re gonna regret saying that. I’ll be calling you at like 3 in the morning when I can’t sleep,” Wanda replied with a watery laugh.

Tearful goodbyes on your front lawn at 7 AM wasn’t how you’d imagined starting your summer vacation, but you were heading to your parents’ hometown on the other side of the country for the whole summer, and that was the longest you and Wanda would ever be separated. You had tried bargaining with your parents to let you fly back home after attending your aunt’s wedding, and the twins even helped you with your plan by getting their parents to agree to let you stay at their place for the summer. However, your parents didn’t feel safe with you flying home alone and they didn’t want to hand over the responsibility of taking care of another teenager to Oleg and Iryna.

So, here you were, hugging Wanda as if this was the last time you would ever see her. When you heard your father honk the car, you reluctantly detached yourself from Wanda’s embrace and went to your seat. You waved goodbye, keeping your eyes on her until the car reached the intersection and the car turned onto the next street.

“You’ll get to see each other again in no time,” your dad said, smiling at you from the rearview mirror.

Well, that wasn’t entirely false.

The next time you saw Wanda was through a video call a few hours after your plane landed and you’d settled in your mother’s childhood bedroom at your grandparents’ house. You were so tired, having been awake the entire flight because of a fussy baby seated in the row next to you, that Wanda ended the call early so that you could get some much needed sleep. You’d promised that you’d call her back within the next few days, but in between visiting family and preparing for your aunt’s wedding, you could only send Wanda a few texts here and there.

Other than the sparse texts, nothing seemed wrong. It was only about three weeks after you had left that things started to change. You had woken up early in the afternoon the day after your aunt’s wedding and you finally had time to finish the drawing you had been working on for the past few weeks. The text you had sent Wanda the moment you woke up had been left unread, but that didn’t ring any alarm bells. While Wanda was the type to reply almost the second after she received a message, she didn’t have her phone on her at all times and you weren’t the center of her universe. You didn’t even bat an eye when she texted the next morning saying that she couldn’t video call last night because something had come up.

No, what you found strange was that after you asked what would be a good time to video call, she left you on read. You stared at your phone for a few minutes, watching the speech bubble appear and disappear until it stopped.

Now, that was weird.

You added that you wanted to show her your piece, recalling that she’d been asking you about it the moment she caught a glimpse of the colorful page on your tablet. You never liked sharing your pieces until you were done, but you had been especially secretive with this one. You didn’t remember when or how you started it. It was like one second you were staring at a blank page and the next there was a rough sketch of Wanda drawn in different cartoon styles. It had taken you a while to complete her portrait in 16 styles, but you were so excited to show her the finished product.

You tried texting her again a little while later and were met with the same lack of response. You waited nearly another week and there was still nothing from Wanda. Your next move was to ask Pietro what was going on, but he assured you that she seemed perfectly fine.

alvin: she’s been going out a lot tho alvin: i think she spends her days with the cheer squad alvin: idk i barely see her at home these days tbh theodore: oh ok alvin: i can let her know that youve been asking for her:) theodore: yeah sure thanks p!

Wanda never texted you back. You reached out once more to both twins to no avail. You had no idea why they were both ignoring you and you didn’t know who to turn to. They weren’t your only friends, but they were certainly the closest ones you had, especially Wanda. It wasn’t like you could talk to Makkari or Sersi about this. Save for the odd greetings in the hallways when you bumped into each other, you had only ever interacted with them during art club meetings and your topics of conversation did not include your love life.

Likewise in this unfamiliar environment, there was no one that you felt comfortable confiding in. Having grown up so far away from your extended family, you felt like you had been living with strangers. The last time you had seen them, your parents were still trying to potty train you. Your memories of them were limited to flashes of moments that you didn’t know were accurate or false reconstructions based on the stories your family told you.

Even though you had cousins around your age, you could tell that the rare and brief moments they spent with you were mostly because your aunts and uncles had asked them to. It didn’t bother you that much at first. You enjoyed your alone time and passing time in your own little bubble doodling or reading. That was until you found yourself feeling so isolated while dealing with two friendship breakups.

Were you even going through friendship breakups? Maybe they were going through something major back home and they just didn’t have the time or energy to share with you right now. Or maybe they really were just ghosting you for no apparent reason. The possibility of the twins suddenly deciding to sever ties with you without warning hurt, but being stuck in this limbo felt even worse.

In all your confusion and frustration, you started looking for signs during your friendship indicating that the twins had wanted you out of their life. Were they ever even really your friends or did they feel forced to hang out with you from the moment you met? Was Pietro relieved when you encouraged him to befriend the track team? Did Wanda see your enthusiasm to help her become a cheerleader as a way out? If there was ever a moment of sincerity in your friendship, what changed over the past few weeks?

When you weren’t able to conjure up adequate answers, you started to blame your parents. If they hadn’t dragged you out here, you would still be in Westview and you wouldn’t feel like you were going out of your mind wondering what had happened between you and the twins. You would be spending your days either going to the pool or roaming around the neighborhood with Wanda instead of moping in your designated room in the attic. Your parents tried to explain away your behavior to the rest of your family as an emotional adolescent crisis, but they were evidently worried about your mental state. It took another week before your parents gave up on trying to give you space.

“Sweetheart, can you please tell us what’s going on?” your mother asked, stroking your hair as you laid your head on her lap. Your father pulled out the chair from the desk and sat in silence, letting your mother take the lead.

They had been in the attic with you for a few minutes and all you had given them were shrugs and hums. With your eyes glued to the floor, you couldn’t see your father’s furrowed brows or your mother nervously biting her lower lip, unsure of what she could do to make you feel better.

“Is this about your cousins?” your father tried, to which you just shook your head.

“Have you talked to Wanda about this?” Your clenched jaw let your parents know that they were getting closer to the cause of your gloomy mood. “What happened between you and Wanda?” she inquired ever so gently.

“I don’t know,” you finally mumbled, barely above a whisper. Your eyes stung as you fought off your tears and you kept mum, afraid that if you were to say anything else, any semblance of control you had over your emotions would dissipate. Although your parents tried to coax a more coherent response out of you, you had already decided that the conversation was over. It wasn’t like you had much more to tell them anyways.

By the end of the night, your parents informed your extended family that they would end your stay short, booking flights home the next day. As much as you wanted to protest, feeling guilty for essentially ruining this trip, part of you felt relieved that you would finally get to go home.

Naively, you believed that coming back would solve all your problems and everything would go back to normal. You would go home and talk to the twins and all would be well again… Well, all would be well in two more weeks because the Maximoffs had gone back to Sokovia right before the new school year. So, you would only get to see them again on the first day of school.

You had never looked forward to the first day of school this much. You were equally excited to catch the bus with the twins again and nervous about having to address what exactly happened this past summer.

Luckily for your non-confrontational self, there were no confrontations to be had. Unfortunately, it was because the twins never showed up at the bus stop. Were they just late because they were still jet lagged after coming back from Sokovia only yesterday?

As you started to come up with other possible reasons for their absence, you heard someone shout, “Watch out!” You swerved out of the way just in time to avoid Scott Lang and Peter Quill passing by on their skateboards. At the same time, you saw Pietro step out of one of his teammates’ car, immediately taking note of his new platinum blonde curls and his slightly bulkier build compared to when you last saw him. You waved his way, but only received a tight smile from the track athlete before he continued his conversation with W’Kabi, Clint and Ayo.

If Pietro’s makeover made you do a double take, watching Wanda climb out of Pepper Potts’ silver Audi S5 was like being spellbound. You wouldn’t have been able to take your eyes off Wanda if someone paid you a million dollars.

She didn’t go as hard on the dye job as her brother, but she didn’t need it to get your attention. Her new caramel brown hair wasn’t the only thing that was different about her. Long gone were the black combat boots and all-black outfits with hints of red. Instead, she strutted in the same blue and ice gray uniform as the other cheerleaders following Pepper.

You didn’t know what hurt more. The fact that Wanda didn’t smile at you when she clearly saw you waving at her or the fact that when she and the rest of the cheerleaders passed by you, she didn’t even acknowledge your presence.

You blinked back tears and took a deep breath before walking up the stairs. What the fuck happened over the summer, you would never know. You were so sick of being left in the dark and their behavior this morning was the final straw. You may not have gotten the answers you wished to get, but you would not wait around and accept being treated this way by people who were supposed to be your best friends.

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Ouch

Wanda did fuck up but I feel like R was a bit harsh. R agreed to all of this and should understand why Wanda did what she did

I know it was all thrown on R - after feeling so high it must have been a punch in the gut - but if R was having a tough time she should have spoken to Wanda about it

I really like R's relationship with Yelena's family and the people at the diner - it's cute to see so many people care for R especially after the summer she had when Wanda and Pietro stopped talking to her. It must have been so lonely and now she has a whole network of people who care for her, not just her parents

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐚 & 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 - 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫

pairing: cheerleader!wanda maximoff x fem!reader

summary: a date night filled with surprises doesn’t end the way you’d anticipated it to.

warnings: heartbreak

word count: 5.2k

a/n: alright backstory over! so this follows part 1. there’s some fluff in the first half, but ummm… well, there’s a reason this is tagged as angsty lol.

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Friday couldn’t have come slower. Although Wanda had briefly spent some time with you a few days ago, it still felt like it had been ages since you last got to see her. The anticipation of finally revealing your surprise wasn’t helping either.

Ever since she kissed you in the hallway, you managed to arrange secret dates here and there. Although it was hard to sneak around, you appreciated every single moment you had together, you came to especially enjoy Fridays since they had now been reserved for your date nights. This arrangement proved a bit more difficult for Wanda who had started to garner attention from the cheerleaders asking her why she had skipped the last two parties. Still, she reiterated that this was nothing you needed to worry about, which was an easy task for you since your mind had been preoccupied with the events of this specific date night for the past few weeks.

You inhaled shakily, staring at the diner clock’s neon hands indicating that Wanda should arrive any minute now. Mentally, you checked off all the items on your list for the surprise. Balloons, teddy bear, your proposal sign and the fake turkey. You examined the sign one more time to make sure all the Friends references were correct. The purple sign was littered with doodles relating to the sitcom you had binge watched with Wanda during freshman year. There was the Central Perk logo next to some coffee mugs, the infamous coffeehouse couch, Phoebe’s guitar, Ross’ couch stuck in a staircase with a speech bubble saying “Pivot”, the Knicks’ logo along with Joey’s signature line in another speech bubble, Monica’s chef’s hat, unagi, and of course, in the middle was the golden frame from Monica and Rachel’s apartment.

“I can’t believe you’re gonna put that turkey on your head,” said one of your coworkers as he entered the backroom, followed by your boss/neighbor, Ms. Davis.

“I can’t believe you’re gonna put that turkey on your head,” said one of your coworkers as he entered the backroom, followed by your boss/neighbor, Ms. Davis.

“It’s not like it’s real.” You shrugged, flicking the plush-like fez stitched to the top of the turkey.

“You’re so whipped for your girlfriend,” he cooed, bumping his shoulder to yours.

“Not my girlfriend, Ralph,” you corrected, a bit disheartened. The other few employees that worked at the diner were the only people who were aware you and Wanda were seeing each other, having witnessed your little rendez-vous over the past month. Neither you or Wanda cared though; they were all either college students or middle-aged, and there was no way news of your… situationship would travel back to SHIELD just because they knew.

“Maybe not yet, but I see the way she looks at you. It’s only a matter of time you two, what’s it that the kids call it these days? Make it Facebook official?” said Ms. Davis.

Neither you nor your coworker had the heart to inform the older woman that teenagers didn’t really use Facebook these days anymore, so you just smiled at your boss. Your phone buzzed in your back pocket, indicating that Wanda was either already here or arriving soon. You excused yourself from the backroom and headed back out to the dining area to find her.

It didn’t take long for you to catch sight of long brown locks and emerald green eyes that lit up the moment they landed on you. “I see you’ve finally learned how to dress for the weather,” you remarked teasingly, motioning to the yellow cardigan that looked so familiar.

“I’ve always known how to dress for the weather, thank you very much,” Wanda rebutted with a playful eyeroll.

“Is that my cardigan?” You tilted your head, eyeing the piece of clothing curiously. Wanda’s wardrobe color palette was fairly limited even after her emo phase and you were pretty sure the only times you had seen her wear yellow was when she had stolen something from your closet.

“Maybe,” she shrugged and pulled at your denim jacket to bring you closer, making you stumble forward until your face was only a few inches away from hers. “What’s yours is mine though,” she whispered as she stared down at your lips and back up to meet your gaze.

“So possessive,” you mumbled before she pressed her lips gently against yours.

Satisfied, Wanda pushed you slightly away so she could guide you to a booth near the back of the diner for more privacy. Not that it was really necessary. There weren’t that many patrons that stayed to dine. Regardless, you enjoyed being in your little secluded area. It was like you were in your own little world (save for when Ralph came over to take your orders and smiled knowingly at you every time he left after giving you your food).

Despite everything that had happened between the two of you, your date nights always felt like nothing had changed. It was so easy being around each other. The evening started like most of your dates started, with you catching up on what both of you had been up to that week. You talked about how nervous you were about the internship interview since they were pretty selective, but if you got in, not only would you get some experience working in a museum, it would also look amazing on your resume. After Wanda insisted that she roleplay as Frigga to help you prepare for your interview, you did your best to play along and take her seriously as an intimidating museum director.

“I’m not sure you’re going for the right vibe, my love,” you said, trying to keep a straight face.

“Well, I’ve only seen Thor’s mom in passing when I volunteered at the parent-teacher conference during freshman year,” she retorted with a defeated sigh. “She seemed like the strict type based on how she dressed.”

“I don’t think you’re thinking about the same woman as I am,” you replied with an amused smile. “That or you’re gonna have to elaborate on how you think boho chic is equivalent to being anything but laid-back.”

“There is a very good chance that I’m thinking of the wrong woman,” Wanda conceded with a giggle. “Does she have dark hair like Hela and Loki?”

 “Wanda, Frigga isn’t their biological mom,” you said, making both of you laugh.

Eventually, you convinced her to give up on trying to imitate a woman she didn’t know. You asked her about her week, which led her to start ranting about Coach Fontaine adding cheer practices.

“I almost missed our date tonight because she added an extra practice at the last minute yesterday,” Wanda grumbled. “Then next week, she wants us to show up for extra practices Monday, Tuesday and Thursday morning as well. How the hell are we supposed to be in top shape Friday for the game if we’re drained after practice?”

You hummed in agreement, running your thumb across the crease that formed between her eyebrows. “Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?”

“Promise me you’ll be there in the bleachers Friday?” She gave you her best puppy dog eyes, adding, “And at least pretend to enjoy the pep rallies?”

“I’m not a very good actress,” you said, fake-pondering over her request. If it was even possible, Wanda’s puppy eyes intensified in adorableness, ultimately breaking you. “Of course I’ll support you during pep rallies, silly. You’ve worked so hard and I’m super proud of you.”

“Well, you didn’t seem to enjoy the pep rallies last year,” she argued with a pout.

You hadn’t even thought she’d noticed your lack of enjoyment of the daily pep rallies during spirit week. She had seemed so enthralled in her new friend group and newfound popularity due to her status as a cheerleader. “I was just upset you looked that good and I couldn’t kiss you and call you mine,” you told her, reaching across the table to hold her hands.

“Does that mean I’ll get to see you in the bleachers next Friday during the game?” she asked, a faint pink now dusting her cheeks from hearing your confession.

“You will.”

“I know you don’t want to go to the homecoming dance, but could I see you a bit before?”

“I’ll do you one better,” you said, overjoyed that this was going to smoothly. “I have a surprise for you. You need to close your eyes though.”

Wanda promptly stood up and closed her eyes, eager to find out what you had in store for her. Based on past experiences, you knew there was a small chance she’d get too excited and end up opening her eyes too early. So, with your hands covering her eyes, you slowly guided her into the backroom.

“Promise to keep your eyes closed until I say so?” you inquired at your destination.

“I promise.” She smiled and did as you asked, but you still kept one hand over her eyes while the other flicked the lightswitch on before closing the door. You removed your hand from Wanda’s face and took a step back to grab the turkey and hide it behind your back.

“You can open them now,” you told her as you both faced the table with the sign sandwiched between the teddy bear wearing a Friends t-shirt and a small bouquet of balloons that were decorated with the same doodles from your sign. You heard Wanda gasp as she took in the sight in front of her. She turned to face you with a wide grin on her face. “Open the flap where the gold frame is,” you said, nodding your head in the direction of the table.

Wanda watched you with a playful apprehensive smile and followed your directions. The moment the tab revealed your message, Wanda whipped her head in your direction. She looked at you with so much adoration in her eyes, you were sure you were going to melt on the spot.

“Baby,” she breathed out.

“You’ve always talked about wanting a special proposal to these sorts of things. And even though we won’t officially be going together, we’ll know that we’re going together… If you say yes, that is.”

“Of course, I’m saying yes,” she said, wrapping her arms around your neck.

“In that case, there’s only one thing left for me to do.”

“And what’s that?” She smirked and started to lean in.

Just as you started to mirror her, you leaned back out to quickly pull the fake turkey from your back and put it over your head, startling Wanda. Stunned, she remained silent and you could see through the mesh fabric of the turkey’s sunglasses that the brunette just stared with her mouth open for a moment before she let out a loud belly laugh.

“You forgot you’re supposed to dance,” Wanda remarked, losing it again as soon as you followed her wish, shimmying side to side the same way you remembered Monica doing it. As if following the script, she confessed, “I love you so much.”

Your body stilled before you went to remove the turkey, revealing your shy smile. “I love you too,” you said, setting the prop down so you could properly wrap your arms around Wanda and pull her in for the kiss she had been waiting for. As your lips met, you started to guide her towards the loveseat next to the table.

Although you had uttered those words to each other countless times over the course of your friendship, saying it in this context was so different. Deep down, you had a feeling Wanda felt the same way you did about her, but hearing her say it out loud warmed your heart.

You were the one to pull away first, with her briefly chasing your lips. Her eyes fluttered open, confused about why you stopped kissing her and were just staring at her. “I haven’t gotten your answer yet,” you said, biting back a smile.

“God, yes,” Wanda breathed out and dove right back in as soon as those words left her mouth. You giggled, but had to push her away again, resulting in a whine from the girl straddling you.

“I actually need to go to the bathroom,” you said, slowly pushing Wanda off your lap. “We also still haven’t ordered dessert yet. So, how about you grab the teddy bear and the turkey, I’ll grab the sign and the balloons, and then I’ll join you back out when I’m done.”

“I still can’t believe you bought this,” she snorted, holding up the turkey head mask. “How did you even find it?”

“I like to be on theme and I’m very resourceful,” you said and kissed the tip of Wanda’s nose. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, my bladder is calling for the bathroom.”

On your way to the bathroom, you bumped into Ralph who immediately interrogated you about how it went and squealed when you told him she’d said yes. He asked for more details about how she reacted, how shocked she looked, if she cried.

“Dude, I didn’t propose propose,” you said, entertained by how animated the college student was about your proposal.

“So? Sue me, I love love, and that shit was so cute. You went all out for a homecoming proposal, I’d bet you that if you had actually proposed to her, she’d still say yes,” he argued.

You shook your head, but smiled anyway, seeing Wanda back at your booth with her teddy bear in her arms and the turkey sitting next to her. You had to admit that you were really pleased with yourself for pulling this night off. Almost from the moment you had started seeing Wanda, you had thought about doing this for her. It had taken a few days to plan the whole thing and then a few weeks actually preparing the sign, buying the balloons, the bear and the turkey. You were just so glad everything went according to plan. There was nothing that could ruin such a wonderful night.

Or so you thought.

You had planned on bringing Wanda back to your place and have her spend the night since your parents had gone to visit your aunt since she’d recently given birth. What you didn’t plan though was to see one of your classmates at the diner on your way out of the bathroom, much less the captain of the football team’s best friend, James Barnes talking to Wanda by the cash. You didn’t plan for Wanda to smile bashfully at whatever he had just told her, to pretend you weren’t observing them from the other side of the room, or for her to walk out of the diner with him, abandoning you.

Focused on the disappearing silhouettes, you didn’t hear your coworker approaching you. You only noticed him when he told you that Wanda had paid for both of you before leaving. “I’m sorry,” he murmured, gently squeezing your shoulder.

The red tail lights glared at you as Bucky’s jet black car faded into the night. You clenched and unclenched your jaw, willing the tears threatening to escape to remain at bay. You were not going to cry, not when you were still at your place of work. You took a deep breath before heading back to your booth, which had been cleared.

You picked up the teddy bear now lying face down and the turkey to go to the backroom and gather the rest of your things. How could such a great night have turned into a nightmare so fast? You felt so dumb for believing this could work out the way you wanted it to. You bitterly stuffed the teddy bear in your backpack, zipping it close when you felt like it was mocking you for your naivety.

“Hey, my shift’s ending soon, do you want a ride home?” Ralph offered, his head peeking into the room with eyes full of pity.

You had ridden your bike to the diner, barely holding onto everything in your overfilled basket. So, you accepted his offer and found yourself in the passenger seat of his car, giving him directions to the only person you wanted to see right now. You were really hoping Yelena hadn’t changed her mind at the last minute and gone to that party after all.

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At your destination, you thanked Ralph for the lift and struggled to hold everything in your arms as you made your way up the stairs and rang the bell to Yelena’s home. You texted Ms. Davis about your whereabouts since your parents had entrusted her to check in on you for the week they’d be away and anticipated being comforted by your best friend’s presence.

Just your luck, Natasha was the one to greet you at the door. She quietly took in your disheveled appearance and arms full of seemingly random items while you stood there, waiting for her to say something. The moment she pieced things together, she smirked and quoted, “How you doin’?”

“Aren’t you supposed to be at Sharon’s party?” you sneered, not at all in the mood for banter with Yelena’s older sister.

“You are aware that you’re at my house right?” The redhead leaned against the doorframe, not at all bothered by your snarky tone.

“Is Yelena home?”

“Yelena, Joey Tribbiani’s here!” Natasha yelled out, keeping her gaze on you as you entered the townhouse. “Are you okay?” she asked, just now noticing your watery eyes.

Although you rarely ever talked to Natasha at school, she had come to care for you like she did Yelena ever since you two had become friends last year. Being a dancer, Natasha didn’t run in the same circles as you, but after you had been one of the few people who treated Yelena as an individual rather than just her little sister at school, you’d gained some respect from her. She was also the only person outside of your friend group that you knew defended you whenever a new rumor spread.

That didn’t mean you wanted to share with her what had happened earlier though. Yelena didn’t even know about you and Wanda. There was no way in hell Natasha would be the first to know.

“Who the hell is Joey Tribbelani?” Yelena yelled out, descending the stairs.

“Tribbiani, Lena,” you corrected your friend with a chuckle. “Have you never seen Friends?”

“My sister’s uncultured like that,” Natasha stated, dodging Yelena’s hand that was ready to smack her.

“I’m not uncultured; I have taste,” she claimed, her arms crossed in front of her chest. Natasha simply rolled her eyes and walked away, but not without repeating that Yelena was uncultured. “So…” Yelena trailed off, and you waited to see if she’d question why you had decided to show up at her house.

It wasn’t that you weren’t welcomed. Yelena had made sure you knew that you never needed an excuse to come over. Melina and Alexei even referred to you as their third daughter (partly to mess with Natasha and Yelena), but you didn’t have your license and the journey from Westview to the West Village could easily take an hour with traffic. You had also told her that you were busy preparing for your interview, so showing up with balloons, an arts & craft project and a fake turkey seemed suspicious to say the least.

“I saw these dumb life hacks on TikTok that I’m sure won’t work. Wanna test them out?” Yelena suggested, wiggling her eyebrows and easing some of the tension out of your body.

You were sure she had sensed the distress radiating from your body, but you didn’t look anywhere ready to share what had happened. For now, she’d do anything to lift you up. Apparently, the best way to do that was to literally lift you up, or at least hold you upside down.

After about an hour of trying life hacks that indeed were absolute bullshit, you had switched to trying challenges instead. That was how you ended up having your legs hooked on Yelena’s shoulders while you struggled to pull yourself back up to meet her face to face.

“Lena, I don’t have abs of steel in case you forgot,” you grumbled. The mirror reflected your face as red as a tomato, and you didn’t know if it was due to the blood rushing to your head or due to your increasing frustration. Meanwhile, Imagine Dragons’ Enemy was still playing in the background.

“Come on, I know you can do it. We don’t raise quitters in this house!”

“I wasn’t raised in this house!”

“Okay, you know what, maybe we could redo it, but give yourself more momentum so it can help you sit up,” she proposed, slowly letting your legs fall down gently as she backed away from your upside down form.

She went to pause the song that had been playing for the past 10 minutes then joined you, lying on her bedroom floor as you tried to catch your breath. You didn’t think you were that out of shape. Those TikToks just made the challenge so easy.

For a while, you just laid in comfortable silence, but as time passed, all those negative thoughts and feelings that led you here started to flood your brain once more. You swallowed the lump in your throat, hoping it would alleviate some discomfort. If it were possible, it just made you feel worse.

You didn’t even know why you were so upset. It wasn’t like this was any different from how you and Wanda acted at school. She pretended you didn’t exist, and actively ignored you, instead spending her time with the other cheerleaders and the jocks or Tony’s group of brainiacs. You had no idea why the hell Bucky was in Westview, but what happened at the diner really wasn’t anything you hadn’t dealt with before. So, why had it felt like Wanda had ripped your heart from your ribcage and stomped on it and threw it in the dumpster without any regard?

Maybe it was because you forgot how things worked between you and Wanda. Maybe it was because for the briefest moment, when you saw Bucky with her, you thought she’d dismiss him and walk over to you with her “there you are” smile. Maybe it was because the diner was your spot and it was the only place where you two got to be the real you, but now you weren’t sure you even wanted it to be yours anymore. You weren’t sure you wanted to be hers anymore.

You didn’t even realize you were crying until you registered Yelena rubbing your back and whispering that she was there for you over and over. As if the dam broke, you started to sob, feeling your whole body shake against her. You must’ve looked like a hot mess, weeping on the floor while being cradled by Yelena. Not that you cared though.

Wanda Maximoff, the only girl who ever held your heart decided your relationship wasn’t worth it, that you weren’t worth it, and no one even knew there was a relationship to grieve.

“Wanda,” you hiccuped against her neck. If you were going to spend the rest of the night crying in Yelena’s arms, she at least deserved to know what had caused all this. From the stunned look on her face as she pulled away, you knew Wanda’s name was one of the last things she’d expected you to say, but that didn’t deter her from continuing to console you.

“What happened?” she inquired gently, wiping away your tears with the pad of her thumb.

“I… We–she…”

“Take your time,” Yelena assured you, sensing your hesitation.

Nodding, you took a deep breath to try to rack your brain to decide where to start. “Do you remember after Natasha’s party right before school started this year? When people started to talk about me, Wanda and Vision?” you asked quietly as sat up properly with your legs pushed against your chest.

“The three of you fought and got detention,” she said, trying to remember the events of the first week of school.

“Wanda and I got to finally talk about what happened, and we made up,” you said, and winced as you added, “and then we made out.” Hearing absolutely nothing coming from Yelena, you slowly opened your eyes to take a peek at the blonde who just sat there, wide-eyed, with her jaw hung open. Deciding that she was likely going to remain in this state for a while, you added, “And we’ve been kind of seeing each other ever since.”

“You’ve been hooking up with Wanda for a month and a half?” Yelena exclaimed, evidently baffled by this piece of information.

“We’re not…” you started to protest, not liking the use of such an expression to describe what you and Wanda were doing. Sure, you weren’t officially dating, but you didn’t like the implications of “hooking up.” To you, it meant that there weren’t feelings involved, and Wanda meant too much to you to just call what you were doing “hooking up.” Although, after the events of tonight, maybe that was just what you were doing.

Maybe you were just deluding yourself and everything Wanda had told you were just lies to get what she wanted. A little bit of fun with the girl people whispered about in the hallways.

Still, you told Yelena about everything that had happened between the two of you. You told her about the dates, the sneaking around, the pretending to not know each at school. When you finished telling her about your failure of a night, you could see the wheels turning in her head as she clenched her jaw. “So, I’m guessing it wasn’t just a crush after all… We could slash the tires of her car,” she suggested.

“We’re not doing that, Lena,” you protested, slightly amused.

“Fine, but you’re not considering seeing her again, right?” she asked, trying to gauge your reaction.

In all honesty, even though you hated how Wanda had made you feel tonight and how she’d made you feel since the fallout of your friendship, a part of you still wanted her. It was like you were addicted to her. No matter how bad she was for you, from the moment she kissed you in the dim hallway, you knew there was no one else who would ever have you the way she did. Your heart, body and soul belonged to Wanda Maximoff, and that terrified you.

As if reading your mind, your phone started to ring and flashed Wanda’s name. You debated on picking up, but Yelena encouraged you to answer and left the room to give you some privacy. You didn’t even get a word in before Wanda started profusely apologizing. “I’m so sorry! I swear I had no idea that Bucky would show up,” she said. “He just drove me to my house and I came back to the diner as fast as possible, but Ms. Davis said you left…”

“Yeah obviously, I left, Wanda. One minute you tell me you love me and the next you leave me behind.”

“I–”

“No, I’m tired of your empty apologies. Do you even know what you’re apologizing for? Are you sorry that you preferred spending the night with some football player after you made me feel like I was the only one you wanted? Or are you sorry that you made me watch you walk away from me?”

“I–It’s not…I’m sorry I left you! I just didn’t know what else to do.”

“Not pretending like I didn’t even exist would’ve been a good start.”

“I couldn’t,” she argued weakly. “What if he had seen and told people at school?”

“Seen what exactly? Seen us in the same diner? People know we both live in Westview, Wanda.”

“But they don’t know that we’re together!”

“Are we?” you countered. “Because it sure doesn’t feel like it, not when you can barely look me in the eye whenever there’s even a hint of another SHIELD student around.”

“You told me you were okay with us keeping our relationship secret.”

“I know that… but I never imagined it would mean that you would rather leave me alone on our date with some guy from school.”

“Bucky’s not just some guy,” she mumbled, making you roll your eyes.

“Really? That’s what you have to say about that?” you hissed. “If he’s not just some guy, then I guess you won’t mind going to homecoming with him instead of me.”

“What are you saying?” she asked in a small voice. You hated how you could hear her voice shake, how it made your chest feel impossibly tight like you couldn’t breathe.

“I think you know what I’m saying, Wanda,” you said, nearly whispering. “I can’t be your dirty little secret anymore.”

“You’re not my dirty little secret,” she asserted. “You’re… you’re my everything… Do you not feel the same?”

“You don’t get to question my feelings for you when I’ve stayed by your side even when you’ve made me feel like I didn’t even deserve to.”

“I never meant to hurt you,” she said. For all the things she said that you weren’t sure were truths or lies, this one was genuine.

“I know,” you told her gently, “but the damage is already done.”

“So, that’s it? You’re gonna stop fighting for us?”

“All I’ve done is fight for us, Wanda. From day one, all I ever wanted was you. But wanting isn’t enough and I can’t fight for us if you won’t do the same.”

“I’m doing my best,” she said, desperately.

“I know,” you repeated, and felt your resolve getting weaker and weaker. You understood that it was hard for her to come out, and you would never pressure her to do it just so you could be together. But you needed to put yourself first right now. “I don’t regret us, Wanda. And I’m happy that we got to share this time together, but I can’t keep going on for a few minutes of happiness just to go back and feel miserable the rest of time.”

“Please, don’t do this,” she pleaded and this time, the sound of her choked sobs were unmistakable. “Sunshine, I lo–” you heard her say, but hung up before she got the chance to finish, unable to hear her call you by that nickname anymore.

As soon as Yelena stopped hearing your voice, she re-entered the room and crouched down to engulf you in a tight hug once more. “I got you, pchelka. I got you,” she said while you had your head buried in the crook of her neck.

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This is so cute

So glad to see them happy and going strong. And Yelena and Pietro are doing well too

This was such a nice way to wrap everything up

I was still hoping R would punch Vision lmao

𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 (𝐦𝐚&𝐭𝐡𝐩 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞)

pairing: wanda maximoff x fem!reader

summary: it's been a decade since you've stepped foot inside shield. you can't say your're exactly excited to see your old classmates again, but all you have to get through the reunion and then it's another goodbye.

warnings: suggestive language

word count: 2.2k

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It was true what people said about how dramatic high school seemed; your tumultuous relationship with Wanda was evidence of that. Anything and everything that happened to you two felt like it was the be-all and end-all of your lives. Years down the line, you would shake your head at how much heartbreak you went through, all because of poor communication. Your high school experiences definitely shaped who you had become, but you still wished you would’ve fought for yourself a little harder back then.

At least, you no longer were the quiet artist your peers knew. Perhaps moving to the West coast did you some good after all. It wasn’t easy moving across the country, but it felt necessary. You were never going to stay in Westview forever, and New York City just reminded you too much of high school, no matter how big it was. That wasn’t to say that Los Angeles didn’t have its pitfalls, the incredibly expensive houses being one of them. You weren’t really looking forward to paying off your mortgage on top of your college debt (although alleviated a bit by the scholarships you’d gotten over the years). The one good thing out of this situation was that you’d get to have your forever home with the love of your life. All that was left was actually finding it.

You fiddled nervously with the ring on your middle finger as you took one last glance at yourself in the mirror. “You look lovely, honey,” your mother cooed from the doorway of your childhood bedroom.

“You’re just saying that because you’re my mom,” you said.

Your mother simply shook her head in disagreement. “Don’t forget to drop by the Proctors’ bakery for your cake-tasting appointment.” You hummed in response, rearranging your loose white blouse under your mustard yellow blazer. “Two buttons,” your mother suddenly said.

“Huh?”

“Huh?”

“Leave two buttons undone. You and your fiancée will thank me later.”

“Oh my god, mom, I’m gonna leave now,” you said, ignoring your laughing mother as you made your way down the stairs. You bid goodbye to your parents quickly before leaving the house.

hot shot fiancée #2: you’re not thinking of ditching are you? hot shot fiancé #1: wow you have so much faith in me hot shot fiancée #2: i was just checking to make sure to see if i had to punish you later😈 hot shot fiancée #1: how am i supposed to drive to the last place i want to be knowing i could have you in my bed instead if i stayed home? hot shot fiancée #2: patience baby and you’ll get your reward ;) hot shot fiancée #1: you’re gonna be the death of me omg hot shot fiancée #1: i miss you so much hot shot fiancée #2: i miss you more❤️  i wish i could be there with you right now hot shot fiancée #1: me too❤️ see you soon i love you hot shot fiancée #2: i love you always💕

You smiled down at your phone, turning it off to get ready to pull your rental car out of your parents’ driveway. Driving down the street, you couldn’t help but glance at the Maximoffs’ house, a nostalgic feeling bubbling up at the sight.

A loud ringtone broke you out of your thoughts. You carefully reached for you phone in one of the cupholders and trying to accept the call while keeping your eyes on the road. “Hello?” you said as soon as you accepted the call and put it on speakerphone.

“Where are you?” Yelena’s angry voice rang through.

“I’ll be there soon,” you said, wincing when you noticed that you were now going to be at least 30 minutes late if traffic wasn’t going to be a total asshole tonight.

“I’d believe you if you didn’t have your location on, pchelka. You aren’t even in the right state right now!”

“I’m sorry! I got caught up. I swear I’ll try to be there as soon as possible.”

“The missus isn’t even with you and she manages to distract you,” Yelena scoffed, but you couldn’t help grinning at the thought that soon, you’d be married to the woman of your dreams.

“You love her,” you retorted.

“Yeah yeah, whatever, she grew on me. Now, get your ass over here. I can’t stand these people. All they’re talking about is how they were the shit in high school.”

“Why are you there when you clearly don’t want to be?”

“Free food, duh. Now, hurry up!”

“I will. I will,” you said, shaking your head in amusement even though she couldn’t see you.

True to your word, you made it to your old high school less than an hour later and found Yelena leaning against a tall table near the group that had formed around Vision.

“Why would you subject yourself to this torture?” you snickered as you successfully managed to sneak up from behind her and spook her. Yelena wasn’t nearly as amused and just smacked you on the arm with the back of her hand.

“They took my goddamn table,” she grumbled.

“It has your name on it?”

“I had it first. It’s the closest to the bar,” she explained, slightly glaring at the group who didn’t spare her a second look.

“Come on, little miss grumpy,” you snorted, not bothering trying to tug the woman away since there was no way her stubborn ass was going to move now. You had to give it to the reunion committee. They did an excellent at redecorating the gymnasium to not make it look… well, like a high school gymnasium.

“I can’t believe you left me here alone, all of you!” Yelena exclaimed. In defence of Makkari and Druig, you didn’t think they exactly planned on timing the birth of their first child to match the night of the reunion, but you didn’t say anything as not enrage the other woman even more. “I had to listen to Vision talk to his groupies about his upcoming projects for Stark Industries’ line of smart home gadgets.”

“Is that even legal? Shouldn’t those be like super under wraps or something?”

“I bet you it’s a marketing scheme, making it seem like he’s revealing some deep secret when really, they’re relying on the crowd to spread the word to others,” Yelena shrugged, downing her shot of vodka.

“Oh Pietro!” you suddenly heard Vision shout as he waved at him to come over. You and Yelena followed Vision’s line of sight to see Pietro slowly making his way to the younger Stark with a tight smile. As he made his way to their table, he greeted you and Yelena with a subtle head nod, which you both returned before you continued your conversation.

The tables were close enough for you to hear Vision and the rest of the group congratulate Pietro on winning a silver medal at the previous Olympics, as well as Pietro thanking them and answering any questions they had about what else he’d been up to. To outsiders, it would look like old friends catching up, but you distinctly remember the fallout the Maximoff twins had with the popular kids. You started to tune out the group’s questions to solely focus on your conversation with Yelena until you heard Peter Quill ask about his sister.

“She’s been good too,” Pietro answered easily. “She’s still doing her residency in pediatrics and she loves it. I think she had to finish up something urgent at work today, so that’s why she’s late.”

As if on cue, the doors to the gymnasium opened once more to reveal a very late Wanda dressed in a plum colored, tight fitting evening gown with a cowl neck. Maybe you were biased, but it definitely felt like time had stopped as you watched her standing by the entrance in search for one particular person. She was even more beautiful than she was in high school and you couldn’t help your thumping heart as you kept your eyes on her while she grinned when she finally found the person she was looking for.

Wanda didn’t bother with niceties like her brother did. She made her way straight to you, gently caressing your cheek before pressing her lips against yours. “Told you, I’d see you soon, sunshine,” she murmured, staring lovingly into your eyes.

“Not soon enough,” you said quietly. “You look gorgeous in that dress, by the way. I can’t wait to take off you.”

It was apparently not quietly enough because that prompted Yelena to cough and reply, “One, ew. Two, I should have you know that I’m very offended by that. If you don’t appreciate my presence, I have no problem making myself scarce.” At the same time you told her you didn’t mind that, Wanda protested and told her to stay. “I’m gonna remember this betrayal,” she said, playfully narrowing her eyes at you.

“I will not be blamed for wanting to spend some alone time with my fiancée,” you asserted with a shrug, snaking one arm around Wanda’s waist to rest your hand on her hip.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere. We have the rest of our lives together,” Wanda cooed and placed a gentle kiss against your cheek.

“Are these two making you feel like a thirdwheel again?” Pietro asked Yelena after leaving Vision’s table to stay at yours.

“Always,” Yelena groaned, earning herself a round of laughter from all three of you.

You’d been quite apprehensive about this night. While you had gained a lot of confidence since your high school days and were practically an entirely different person, you weren’t exactly ecstatic to go back to the place your insecurities had stemmed from. Wanda was the one who convinced to give it a shot.

She didn’t pressure you into going, but she did tell you that it’d be a nice way to show your younger self that you’d grown. “Plus, I’d get to show off my incredibly hot fiancée to everyone,” she had added, only somewhat jokingly.

The night wasn’t nearly as bad as you’d imagined it would be. It was pretty boring and uneventful, but Wanda was right, if younger you could see you know, she would be so proud of you for getting this far.

“So,” you drawled, “when can we leave?”

“I just got here. I haven’t even gotten to show you off yet,” Wanda whined. Seeing you pout, she sighed. “Fine, we can leave soon, but I’m parading you around before we head to your parents’.”

You let out a small chuckle and relented, looping your arm into hers as she started to drag you around the gymnasium to quickly say hi to old classmate before leaving the reunion. Yelena trailed behind, grumbling about how she was going to get payback on Kate for bailing last minute and not attending her reunion next year.

“Your girlfriend is a busy CEO, Lena, give her a break,” you said and laughed when Yelena’s pout transformed into a grin as she showed you a text from Kate saying that she would try to make it up to her with cuddles. You said goodbye to your best friend and got into your car, opening the door for Wanda to get into the passenger seat.

“You think your parents are asleep yet?” Wanda asked, rearranging her hair so that laid over her seatbelt while you put the keys in the ignition.

“Probably not,” you responded and you could tell Wanda was smirking without even looking at her. “You better actually be quiet this time. I don’t want a repeat of last Christmas.”

“I was quiet! It’s not my fault there was a freaking spider that showed up out of nowhere and landed on the bedside table.”

“I can barely look my dad in the eye now,” you groaned. “How awkward was it when he went to pick you up from the airport earlier?”

“It wasn’t that bad,” Wanda shrugged. “And you know what, I would say it’s pretty impressive that that was the first time they caught us in bed.”

“I would’ve preferred it if they had never caught me under you instead.”

“Aw, is my baby shy about being a bottom?” Wanda teased. You snapped your head in her direction, watching her with an incredulous look.

“You’re gonna regret saying that,” you said and redirected your eyes to the road.

“I don’t think I will,” she replied. She leaned towards you to kiss your cheek and from the corner of your eye, you saw her lean back against her seat while she crossed her legs.

You smiled to yourself thinking of how far you two had gotten. It had taken years for Wanda to grow into herself and stop caring so much about what people said about her, and for you to learn how to stand your ground and not let others walk over. After all this time, you’d finally gotten to this place where both of you were ready to enter a steady and serious relationship together. It wasn’t an easy journey and even now, you had your difficult days, but you were both so happy to have each other again, at last.