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iconpsds · 2 years ago
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616witch · 6 months ago
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random headers of wanda maximoff and her loved ones. from left to right; pietro maximoff, hank pym, janet van dyne, jericho drumm, lorna dane, the vision, crystal amaquelin, billy kaplan and tommy shepherd, steve rogers. made for a white tumblr background, 16by9 ratio.
❗❗ NOTICE ❗❗these were made based off available art. I know there are some characters I missed!!
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bestwitchsam · 1 year ago
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This is my multiverse 🥰
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pedrometal · 2 years ago
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baby, you were the love of my life. woah, maybe you don't know it's lost till you find it
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pretty-little-mind33 · 3 months ago
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James Potter x fem!reader / Pietro Maxmioff x fem!reader
Summary: Nothing is as it seems.
Prompt: "You look familiar. Where do I know you from?"
Warnings: crossover au, death, pietro, reader, and james are all sixteen, ending is very much up to interpretation (open-ended lol), confusing on purpose 😉
~ @simp-for-fictional-people this is SO niche and so different then anything I usually write! i hope this is what you wanted, lovie!! ~
ps: while i personally fan-cast James as Aaron Taylor-Johnson in my head and use him for headers, i try and write his physical descriptions more ambiguously in my other james works because i know there are plenty of other amazing James fan-casts (including poc!james, which i really love)! however, for this story's purposes, he's supposed to look like pietro 😁 ~
JAMES POTTER MASTERLIST
PIETRO MAXIMOFF MASTERLIST
BLURB MASTERLIST
Dead.
The word rings in your ears but you don't register it. You slide through the rubble, knees scraping the pavement to reach him. Alive? You hope as you see a glimmer of those blue eyes you love so much behind the strands of silver. You whisper his name, the letters feeling wrong on your tongue as you kneel beside him. 
You see the blood seeping through his costume and your heart sinks. Dead. Dead. Dead. It's a taunting chant as you push him up to lean his head on your knees, pushing his hair away from his eyes. His eyes, which are staring at you but there's no life behind them anymore. 
"No," your voice is shaky as you clutch him, your skin vibrating as your vision blurs. "No. No. No. No," you chant to counter the voice in your head. You bend over and kiss his forehead. No response. You try his cheek as tears stream down your cheeks. "Pietro," you plead, "wake up."
Anger courses your veins as his blood stains your hands. Your head is pounding so loudly you can barely think. 
Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead.
The team calls your name. You feel like the world around you is spinning as you feel your powers acting up as you hold him closer to you, crushing his face into your chest as you sob. You feel hot and misplaced as your head is throbbing. 
Your name is screamed again but this time, you can't even see them as a blinding green light surrounds you, catching the gimmer on your wrist—the small silver bracelet Pietro had given you for your sixteenth birthday—and you fall unconscious. Your head hits the pavement, making everything turn dark. 
His hand touches yours, the background blurry. He looks like a carefree kid again, those rosy cheeks so full of life and future. "Y/n/n, wake up," Pietro whispers, grinning as you stare into his blue eyes. "Wake up now."
You startle awake, sitting up as your chest heaves. You blink, dried tears still on your cheeks. You glance around the room, it looks ancient. You're dressed in clothes you don't immediately recognize as your head continues to throb.
From your bedside, a boy jumps up. He's wearing the same clothes, only his with red accents as opposed to your green ones. His dark hair is curled messily across his features and his glasses rest lopsided on his head. "Thank Merlin!" he exclaims, his British accent thick as he rushes up to you and leans over you, smiling. "Are you okay?"
You blink, looking at his features intensely. His smile, the way his nose curves, the swoop of his hair. His eyes. 
The same ones flash in your head. 
"You look familiar," you whisper, tilting your head with confusion, "Where do I know you from."
The boy laughs. "Y/n/n, it's me. It's James."
James? James? James? For some reason the name sticks on your tongue. You look at him as your memories rush back. James. Pietro? James. 
"Jamie, right," you shake your head, touching your scalp and frowning. "Shit, what happened?"
"You fell and hit your head pretty damn hard, love," James kisses your forehead tenderly. "Madam Pomfrey says you have a small concussion," he smiles and again you have a weird sense of déja-vu.
"I had the weirdest dream," you tell him and look down at your hands, almost expecting to see the green light from around them. Your frown deepens when you see the silver bracelet from your dream. You hold your wrist up. 
"James? Where did this come from?"
James looks at the bracelet and shrugs. "Why're you asking me? It's yours." 
You turn the bracelet around, frowning again as you see a hint of two small initials engraved onto the metal.
P.M
tags: @mischievousmoony, @sayitlikethecheese, @longlivedelusion, @fangirl-swagg, @tansgirlfriend, @brokeaesthetic , @lqrlei, @princesssunderworld
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earthpleasures · 1 month ago
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BON APPÉTİT !
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Pietro Maximoff x fem!stripper!reader
Summary: Just a boring mission, what could do wrong?
Warnings: MDNI +18 / swearing, oral sex (m. receiving), body worshipping (m. receiving), dry humping, overstimulation, praise, nipple sucking, throat fucking, dom!reader, sub!pietro.
Word Count: 2.3k
A/n: istg some kind of horny demon took me over to write this
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"'cause I'm all that you want, boy
all that you can have, boy
got me spread like a buffet
bon a, bon appétit, baby"
- bon appétit by katy perry.
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Blinding lights of the strip club were pricking right into his eyeballs, making it hard to observe his surroundings. His hand rested on the header of the comfortable couch. He would be lying if he said the ongoing show wasn't appealing. However it wasn't why he was here.
He could run much faster than sound but he couldn't knock the formula this club's owner had in his palms. If Stark's calculations were right, and they always were, the tube carried formula may be made of bulletproof material but it wasn't going to stand the speed Pietro would be pushing on it when he runs.
Foolish, he thought.
He scoffed as he swirled his whiskey in its glass. Where the hell was this man? He couldn't possibly take news of mission and fly out of his grip. But Pietro's careful eyes couldn't spot the motherfucker.
As music came to an end, the crowd let out exaggerated protesting noises. Mood rose back to its original rhythm when new dancers took their places on stage. Another song began to play, one he could evaluate with the term ‘lively’ rather than the previous erotic one.
He really wanted to be done and go back to the compound. Obnoxiously loud sound of Katy Perry was going to damage his eardrums if they kept blasting the goddamn speakers like this.
Song was slowly rising to its peak, men and women around the strippers were throwing money every direction in the company of obscene profanities. Their desperation made him nauseated. Damn, some people have zero dignity.
It wasn't like he was going to catch the owner anytime soon, so he made a decision. Why not enjoy the show while time passes?
He couldn't choose who to watch, they were all dancing excellently. No wonder it says ‘VIP’ on the front. But that wasn't his concern anymore because his eyes, in fact, caught a girl.
Dusty pink hair, a black leather set left too little to imagine, painful looking heels.
There was no fucking way that hair was her own hair, it had to be a wig to look this perfect.
His eyes locked to her figure, moving flawlessly. On her knees, her body rippled against the pole with the roll of a professional, long crimson nails slowly climbed their way to her neck from her crotch.
‘Cause I’m all that you want, boy,
All that you can have, boy.
She stood up languidly and wrapped a leg around the pole. Letting herself fall backwards, she arched back, pushing her breasts up. Arms extended forward like she wanted everyone to reach her, touch her. From the distance, he could barely read a line from her lips.
Bon appétit, baby.
He swallowed, shifting uncomfortably on his leather couch. The pants he wore began to tighten around his lower body, he could feel the sweat beads rolling from his neck all the way down to his abs. This wasn't good.
Nudging a palm over his obvious erection didn't relieve any tension his stressed body carried. He bit inside of his mouth, chewing on his cheek's tissue. His fingertips itched to touch, to feel.
After a swipe of his tongue over his lip, he raised his hand slightly, signaling a waiter to come closer. Waiter looked at him with raised eyebrows. “Anything sir?” He pointed at the dusty pink haired girl on the stage. “What's her name?” Waiter turned his head back to pinpoint the stripper in question. A knowing smile tugged at his lips. “Nice taste. Celestia.”
When Pietro narrowed his eyes with a confused who the fuck would name their child ‘Celestia’ stare, he couldn't contain his snicker. “It's her stage name. We’re not allowed to give out their real names unless they're willing.” Pietro wanted to laugh, atleast club gave their strippers some rights.
“Makes sense. I want a room for Celestia.” Waiter nodded as he noted down his name. “Enjoy your ride, buddy.” He smirked before refilling his whiskey glass. Pietro didn't say anything back to the man as he retreated to the suffocating crowd.
When show came to an end, one of the waiters headed in his direction and gave him a ticket-like paper. The red, glowing calligraphic sign was placed in the right direction of his seat.
After a moment of hesitation, he pulled his weight up to make his way. The hallway was long, housing many rooms, different light colors were leaking from under the doors of some of the rooms. Music sounds were almost deaf to ears, he guessed the rooms to be soundproof.
Attendant unlocked the door for him after checking his room's number. Before letting him in, he stopped Pietro. “As I can see, it's your first time here, mate. There are two rules. You have twenty minutes with stripper and it is absolutely forbidden to touch stripper.” After a nod of his head, he was allowed in.
The inside was as good as he expected. A pole, white leather couch and lights were placed in the room. Black walls surprisingly didn't feel claustrophobic. It didn't seem like any camera was placed around.
His palms were sweating, perhaps from excitement, perhaps from stress.
Couch was comfy, it felt like sinking into the clouds. His breath hitched when he sensed a click on the door handle. Adjusting his position, he gulped down the lump sitting on his throat. I shouldn't do this. I am here for a mission. This is so wrong. Wanda is going to kill me-
His flowing thoughts were cut with her entrance. He could see the sinister lust emitting from her eyes, doubting she looked at all of her clients with such intensity. “So, today's delight is you.” She mumbled as she came closer step by step, quicking his pulse unnecessarily.
She licked her lips while dropping her hands on his knees. Leaning forward, her red painted lips ghosted over his ear. “Interesting to see a thing like you here.” One of her hands fastened on header of the couch to help herself as she strangled his lap. She groaned in surprise when his hard-on pressed against her.
“Woah, you're a big boy, aren't you?” All he could do was to look up to her like a stupid puppy, waiting for her to do something since he couldn't touch her.
Her arms wrapped around his neck, rocking her hips back and forth against his clothed cock. He moaned through his clenched teeth. ‘Fighting his inner demons’ would be the name he would give to his urge of groping the tits in front of his eyes and mouth.
“You would’ve felt so good inside.” She pouted mockingly, her hand running on his hair. “But we ain't getting time for that.” A subtle chuckle left her lips. “Cat got your tongue, pretty boy?” His lips quivered before answering her question.
“No, it's just… you. You're so mesmerizing.” Well, it was too late to take his words back once they left his mouth.
I think my brain just short circuited.
“Aren't you a sweet talker?” She whispered as her manicured nails traveled down, trailing a line between his abs over his shirt. “Normally, I would've given you a nice lap dance and maybe some humping.” To press on her statement, she rocked her hips harder to his crotch.
“However, I decided to do you a favor.”
She got off of his lap. “What, no.” He reached out in a panicked state which was stupid due to no-touching policy. “Easy, I am here for the next sixteen minutes.” She smirked, standing over him with a hungry gaze. It's been so long since she had any actual intimacy with anyone and he looked like a delicious treat.
She got on her knees, her hands massaged his firm thighs. “God, men like you should be put in a museum.” She breathed as she ran her hand over his bulge. Her fingers didn't even fumble on his zipper, immediately pulling it all way down after she undid his jeans’ button. He lifted his hips to help her as she pulled his boxers and pants down to his ankles.
Her pupils dilated as she focused on his cock, it was resting on his stomach with a painfully red tip. Her thumb pressed on his tip, smearing bead of precum over his skin. He let out a pathetic whimper. “I-i.. is this o-okay?” He almost quacked during his sentence when she spat on his shaft and wrapped her hand around it.
“Probably not. But they will understand a girl in need.” She looked up to him.
Disheveled hair, hazy eyes, flushed cheeks. I want to swallow him.
He was getting impatient, but still didn't move. What was meaning of moving if he couldn't touch her?
It took just a lick from bottom to top for him to buck his hips. She held his hips firmly, settling him down. “No, no. Let me do my thing.” He bit his lips, maybe hard enough to withdraw blood. “Please, I've been waiting-” Her mouth suddenly enveloped his cock, taking it half way with her eyes observing his reaction.
He cried out due to shock, clawing at the fabric underneath his grip. His hand reached out to tangle his fingers to her hair, but before he could, she caught his hand. She pulled away from him. “No touching.”
Sizing up his strong figure, she made a shift on her plan. “Take off your shirt.” His trembling fingers peeled the tshirt of his body. She could feel her mouth going dry with the sight of his bare torso.
Before she could control herself, her fingers wandered on his firm chest and abs. His pale skin was stained with scars. Almost each of them looked like they were telling a different story.
She rose on her knees, running her tongue on his abs. Texture of the scars caught on her tongue, causing him to clutch onto one of the cushions and bite inside of his mouth.
She pressed her thumb on his nipple, feeling it harden under her touch. She circled her finger on his areola, wrapping her lips around the neglected one. A moan left his lips.
Satisfied and encouraging by the noises he let out, she draped her arms around his waist, pushing him against her mouth.
“W-wait-” She pulled away with a pop sound, leaving his chest aching. “What's wrong?” She asked as she pressed a kiss to one of his scars, then to another, then to another.
He looked down at her. “It's too-”
“Overstimulating? That's the purpose.” She smirked at his naiveness.
She sucked marks all over his chest, kissing each of the scars and soothing the ache she left with a run of her tongue. His labored breaths became unstable during her treatment. God, it fucking felt like being worshipped.
And finally she went back to her original plan. Hand wrapped around his shaft, she began to stroke him. “You're not some kind of loser who has no hole to fill, are you?” She planted a kiss over his tip. “You're different.”
She suckled on the tip, treating it like a tasty lollipop. “Well, can't say I care.” Without breaking eye contact she went down slowly, inch by inch. Even after all the times she gave a blow job, she couldn't deep throat him like she wanted to. His tip reached the back of her throat, hitting there repeatedly as she bobbed her head.
Tears filled her eyes, forcing her to let go of him. He didn't care about the shitty policy, running his thumb over her cheek and wiping her tears away. “You don't have to if it's hard for you.”
But she didn't let him rest, jerking him off when she didn't have him down to her throat. “But I want to.” Her free hand tangled her fingers to his, bringing it to her skin. “Touch me.” He raised an eyebrow.
“But I thought-”
“I am letting you.”
And that was enough for him. His both hands cupped her cheeks. He leaned down and smashed his lips against hers, tasting the smeared lip gloss and himself. Getting impatient, she pushed him back to the couch.
She put her hands on his thighs to balance her weight as he tugged at her strands pushing her all the way down even though she gagged around him. She hollowed her cheeks and pressed her tongue underside of him while he bucked his hips somewhat violently, fucking her throat on his pace.
She cupped his balls, massaging them to encourage his orgasm. She could sense his legs shivering under her palms. He was close. With thought of it may help, she moaned around him, and it worked.
He shot down rope after rope to her throat, not even allowing her to breath. Aftermath of the orgasm was violent on his body. His cock twitched as she pulled out and got up.
Strangling him again, it was her turn to kiss him. It was sloppy, teeth against teeth with a mix of lust and rush. He remembered the fact he was allowed to touch, so he did. His hand roamed on her skin, pressing her against his chest.
Red light illuminated the room. Time to part.
He wiped her lips with his shirt, fixing her hair as much as he could. “Will you be okay? What if your boss gets angry?” He questioned, hands softly placed on her waist.
She giggled. “He will understand. Women have urges too.”
He laughed. “You're a surprising woman.” He said as she got off his lap.
“Sure I am. And I would like to see you again.”
With one last peck over his bruised lips, she parted from the room. Leaving Pietro behind disheveled and exhausted.
Now, how was he supposed to explain the wasted time he spent in the club and the hickeys to the team?
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wandabear · 2 years ago
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WISH YOU WERE HERE - WANDA MAXIMOFF X F!READER
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Summary: 17 years ago, a New Jersey high school girls' soccer team travels to Seattle for a national tournament. While flying over Canada, their plane crashes deep in the wilderness, and the surviving team members are left stranded for nineteen months.
Warnings: This is a fic based on the tv show 'Yellowjackets'. If you didn't see the show, don't worry. This is not the same for make it more interesting.
CHAPTER ONE CHAPTER TWO CHAPTER THREE CHAPTER FOUR CHAPTER FIVE CHAPTER SIX CHAPTER SEVEN FINALE
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Jules is portrayed by Adelaide Kane. Here.
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“I'll never forget the day I heard their plane had gone missing.”
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The man looked out the window with his arms crossed behind his back. Nick Fury looked at the students who entered the school excited, others silent and some others laughing. Every year it was the same. But the thought of that day always gives him goosebumps.
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“So… what do you think really happened out there?” asked Christine Everhart, Westview’s Ledger reporter, wrote down everything the man said.
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“All I know is that what happened was a tragedy. A terrible tragedy.” Principal Fury took a moment before continuing to speak. “I probably shouldn't say this, but... some of these kids, eh, no big loss, if we're honest. But those girls were special…”
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Melancholy was reflected in the principal's eyes. “Those girls were champions.”
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤ17 YEARS AGO…
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The cheering of the people made everything even more exciting. The referee whistled and the ball was in the air once more. The blonde girl from the Hydra team side-kicked for her teammate to catch, but it was impossible.
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Yellowjackets defense player, Jennifer Walters, jumped as high as she could to steal the ball and ran with incredible agility.
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“LET’S GO!” Pietro shouted from the bench, cheering the girls who ran like huge beasts defending their place. His sister, Wanda, watched the game carefully, biting her lower lip.
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She loved watching those girls play, even if half of them were bitches, Wanda always loved watching them. Sure she'd tried to make the team, but couldn't even kick well. Wasn't one of the popular girls either, so she couldn’t be a cheerleader.
Wanda was the dorky, cute, smart one. The girl who had almost perfect grades, the girl who didn't get into trouble but all the popular girls used to avoid.
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It's not like she wanted to be around them anyway.
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Coach Coulson watched the team carefully, had an enormous faith in his girls. It was all thanks to him, the support of a great Coach and his affection made the team come together and move forward.
The tension brewing slowly, like slow motion. Jennifer kicked again.
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Y/N took control of the ball and ran towards the goal, making the goalkeeper feel the pressure. Everyone in the stands was expectant, excited, if they score one more goal, the nationals would be their next destination.
Timer marked 94:20. The most decisive moment of their lives.
Of course it was a tough game, the ninety minutes of play had been decisive for both teams.
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“Y/N, over here!” Natasha waved at her. If Y/N continued, she might be able to score, but could also be attacked by the two defenders coming at her.
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What to do? She had to choose right now, whether to lose the ball and thereby lose a good opportunity -besides shining as the match's top scorer- or try to play a bit and give it to Nat, winning the whole game. Y/N decided to do a long pass towards Natasha, who with a header scored the goal they needed to win the match.
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Natasha screamed, knowing that it was the decisive moment. The referee blew his whistle and the game ended.
Everyone in the stands jumped up and down, cheering, clapping and laughing just as much as the players.
Y/N ran over to Natasha and jumped for the redhead to catch her in a big hug, her teammates quickly following behind.
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Westview Yellowjackets 4 – Newport Hydras 3
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“Good shot!” Nat congratulated Y/N who just smiled, so damn happy.
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They all laughed as the goalkeeper, Monica, ran towards them from the other side of the field screaming.
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‘AND THAT’S IT! THE  NEW JERSEY ‘YELLOWJACKETS’ ARE GOING TO NATIONALS! WE’RE IN, WESTVIEW!’ reported Peter Parker, a freshman student ‘working’ for the school radio from the stands.
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“WE’RE GOING TO NATIONALS!” Y/N yelled as her team lifted her into the air. ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ It was incredible, everything she ever dreamed of was coming true. Despite the fact that her life was falling apart at times, Y/N managed to reach an unexpected place with her friends.
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They all formed a circle and began that typical ritual, chanting: “BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ!”
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It was a beautiful day in New Jersey, a wonderful morning in Westview’s suburbs.
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The girl parked her mom’s car outside the Romanoffs' house, checking the watch to make sure they would make it to class on time.
What she didn't expect was to see a black-haired girl come out of one of the bedroom’s window, sneaking through the bushes to escape, but not before seeing that Y/N caught her.
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Shaking her head, Y/N just waited another ten minutes until Natasha left her house in a bit of a hurry, but still walking with a unique elegance. Her red hair was wet so she must have taken a quick bath.
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“Hey, Y/N/N. Good morning.”
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“Morning.” Y/N handed over the coffee she picked up earlier and kept her own. “This one is for you.”
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“My lifesaver.  Everything okay?” Natasha asked after kissing her best friend's cheek.
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“Peachy.” Y/N finally started the car and drove out of the place quickly, hurrying so she could be on time. Didn't want to miss chemistry class again.
ㅤㅤㅤ Y/N drummed her fingers on the steering wheel, enjoying the song on the radio, ‘Mr. Jones’ by Counting Crows.
Natasha turned to see her and smiled mischievously at what she would do. Without further ado, she stretched out her finger to remove the cassette and put the radio, playing a much more fun song.
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“Oh, sorry. Were you listening to that?” Nat teased. She always did that.
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“No, no.” Y/N just shrugged, going along with her joke. “It fell into the tape deck, and I accidentally pressed play.”
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But the russian girl didn't say anything, just looked out the window hoping that would wake her up more than coffee. Of course she hadn't slept all night.
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“I saw Jules come out of your room.” Y/N couldn't wait to say it.  “What happened to no distractions before nationals? Ripping off the Band-Aid and all that?”
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“Yep.” Natasha just pursed her lips, she didn't have much to say. She was guilty.
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“Is that all you're gonna say?” Y/N just shook her head, really annoyed. “You swore to me that it was the last time!”
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“I know…” Natasha didn't seem very sorry. “It’s just-”
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“You'll break her heart.” She stopped her before Nat could go on.
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“Why does it bother you so much what we do?” Natasha sighed in defeat, crossing her arms. She definitely didn't understand why all of this had to be such a big deal. “It's not like I force her to do it, okay? Jules wants to have sex with me.”
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“Because she's my cousin and I didn't beat your ass just because you're my friend!” Y/N growled. “You’ll go to Yale, she’s going to Harvard. You don't want anything serious with her... and she's in love with you.”
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Nat just drank her coffee.
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“This has to stop, Natasha.”
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“OK. I promise it's over. I'll talk to her before nationals.” Nat rolled her eyes.
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“After.” Y/N stopped the car and waited for the light to turn green. “We don't need our best midfielder to go in a big depressive hole before the most important game.”
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They both continued chatting about the next game when Natasha frowned, seeing a huge billboard in front of them.
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‘WE’RE PROUD OF OUR BOYS! GO VARSITY FOOTBALL! GO JACKETS!” said the Walker's Pizza billboard.
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John Walker's father -one of the attempts at a good american football player- owned that Pizza restaurant, the man was always really annoyed by their success.
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“The hell is this bullshit?” Natasha scoffed.
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“What?” Y/N frowned, looking at the billboard. “These assholes were under 500 all season!”
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“Y/N, honk at that thing.” Nat patted Y/N's shoulder and opened the window, ready to scream.
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“They're just gonna think we're, like, saluting mediocre football.” The brunette smirked. Sometimes her friend was incredibly crazy, but was always by her side.
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“No, they'll know.” Nat persisted, grinning widely as Y/N slowed down so she could yell: “Try undefeated, bitches!”
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Y/N chuckled. “Oh my God, Nat!”
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“We're going to motherfucking nationaaaals!” Natasha whooped and Y/N sped up, laughing so hard.
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The girls' locker room looked quite lively, full of energy, especially when Jennifer walked in with her radio playing loud Salt N' Pepa's 'Shoop', making the girls to start dancing.
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Of course, winning a decisive match and being two days away from fucking nationals made everyone have a good mood. Those girls were the pride and celebrity of the whole town.
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“Here I go, here I go, here I go again! Girls, what's my weakness?! Ok then, chillin', chillin', mindin' my business!” They all sang as they finished changing clothes, even Jessica Jones -who was the grumpiest of all- was dancing.
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Natasha moved through the dancing girls as Y/N smiled looking at them, finishing painting an adorable bee on Titania's cheek.
The door to the changing room opened, a girl with brown hair and huge glasses went in looking for the team captain. Some girls started to make fun of the girl, throwing some clothes and calling her 'Braces’, but Wanda just ignored them.
ㅤㅤㅤ That was when she was ten years old, she didn't even wear braces anymore, she didn't understand how those girls didn't get over that.
Wanda Maximoff, Coach Coulson's assistant, carried a big bag of new jackets for the girls.
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“Coach Coulson said that everything is ready.” She handed the bag to Natasha. “Principal Fury send this... Each has their own here. After the pep rally, we will go to practice.”
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“Thanks, Wanda.”  Natasha nodded began to hand out the jackets to each of the girls, they were all delighted.  Screaming excited.
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Wanda just nodded and turned to leave, but not before looking at Y/N who just looked at her completely dazed. Oh, she was so in love with that girl and would never admit it.
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“Hey, Y/N.”  Wanda smiled shyly.
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Y/N cleared her throat.  “Hey, Wands. All good?”
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She felt her heart jump out of her chest every time she saw Wanda. Y/N had a crush since Freshman year, when she met her. Wanda had just arrived from Sokovia, she wasn't as good at socializing as Pietro. Her only friend was a girl named Darcy Lewis, a dork like she was.
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At that time Y/N had failed two tests and Wanda agreed to help her, otherwise, she couldn't continue playing on the team. But since that day, Y/N couldn't see another girl that wasn't that adorable sokovian, with a gloomy look and black eyeliner.
Of course she couldn't do anything, Wanda was straight and had a stupid crush on Jeremy Sumpter, fucking Peter Pan.
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“All good. The bee is cute by the way.”
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“Thanks.” Y/N smiled. All the girls on the team were silent, making the moment even more tense.  “Going to the bonfire party tonight?”
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“I don’t know yet. Vision said he'd pick me up later, maybe take me on a surprise date.” She smiled a bit nervous again and decided to leave, somewhat in a hurry.
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Y/N said nothing, just babbled like a fish out of water seeing her go. As soon as Wanda walked through the door, all the girls began to whistle and tease her, yelling: 'Y/N has a crush on Braces!'
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“Oh, shut up you all. Told you to stop calling her like that!” The brunette grunted and shook her head, painting Titania's face. The girl seemed somewhat nervous.
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“You all right?” Y/N watched as Titania looked worried.  “It's just a pep rally.”
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“I’m okay.”
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“Honestly, I think the whole point is just to give freshmen something to jerk off to later.” She tried to be supportive but the girl didn't seem to take it very well.
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“Told you I'm not nervous.” Titania tried to appear disinterested, but Y/N just rolled her eyes.  “I'm the only freshman who got asked, you know?”
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“Are you sure of that?” Y/N just watched Jules who was coming, exchanging amused glances. The Boston girl only covered her mouth, trying not to laugh.
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“It's so unfair.” Titania whined like a baby.  It wasn't the end of the world either, but for her, it was.  “My dress was gonna be amazing.”
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“Well, hey, at least you can wear it next year.” Jules tried to cheer her up as she put on some lipstick.
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Titania narrowed her eyes, somewhat annoyed.  “You don't get it, Jules, 'cause nobody asked you.”
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Clenching her jaw hard, incredulous at that girl's words, Y/N smiled wryly.
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“Okay, you're done, dipshit. Outta my face.” She pushed Titania away, who just rolled her eyes.
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The brunette looked at Jules, who was just smiling surprised.
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“Jesus Christ! Does someone want to tell to that primadonna to maybe worry less about prom and more about not fucking up nationals?” Jules looked at herself in the mirror one more time, fixing her hair. Carol reached over to do the same, tucking it into a side braid.
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“Don't worry, you look hot anyway. Surely someone will invite you.” Carol winked at her and Y/N rolled her eyes again.
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“Come on, Danvers. But about Titania… If she plays like she did at states… We don't have a chance at nationals.”
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“Well, don't worry about that my friend. That's not gonna happen, I've got that covered..” Carol's voice and the way she said that was so sure about it, that it was a bit weird. Neither Y/N nor Jules said anything, Carol was sometimes a bit rough, but definitely an amazing friend.
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“Okay, Yellowjackets. Let’s go!”
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The bleachers of that gym were occupied by all the students of that school.  Some seemed excited while others seemed fed up, sick of having to attend to this.
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The team's signature blue and yellow colors graced the walls, along with huge banners reading 'GO YELLOWJACKETS!' 'WE CAN SMELL YOUR FEAR!’ ‘YOU'RE NOW ENTERING IN OUR TERRITORY!'
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“All right, let's hear it for the boys! Let's give the boys a hand!” Principal Fury said, thanking the football team who lost again. There was scattered applause, John Walker's face telling how embarrassed he felt to be there right now. It was priceless. “Thanks, guys. You did your best.”
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Pietro chuckled but Wanda nudged him, shushing him. Both were next to Coach Coulson, who was waiting for his team with enormous pride.
Nicholas Fury cleared his throat, now grinning widely.
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“Now, our next act needs no introduction, so let's all just make some noise for your New Jersey State Girls' Soccer Champions!” Fury exclaimed excitedly pointing to the entrance. ㅤㅤㅤ
‘It's such a good vibration, it's such a sweet sensation’ That catchy song began to play and everyone started shouting and whooping, dancing to that song, even those who didn't want to be there couldn't help it.
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The crowd began to cheer as soon as they saw how the girls trotted in with elegance and proud smiles. Their hair moved in a divine way, they were not going to deny that being on the winning team gave them immediate popularity. Even those who were the 'weirdos'.
Wanda's huge eyes lit up when she saw how those girls moved in slow motion, totally fascinated. Wasn't going to deny that she admired them, especially since she couldn't play. That is why she was satisfied with helping the Coach and, of course, Yale valued if you were on the winning team.
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“Buzz, buzz, buzz!” The crowd was chanting.
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All the girls smiled and applauded, grateful that everyone received them with such kindness, although some seemed a bit shy. Y/N turned around to see Nat, their looks shared an enormous happiness as big as their smiles.
This was all they wanted in their lives. They would do anything to win that game. They wanted to be champions.
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The moon was shining high in the sky, the relaxing noise of the fire and the warmth of it was welcoming. It was quite a nice night. 'I'm Only Happy When It Rains' by Garbage played while some guys were surrounding the huge bonfire on the woods.
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Y/N got out of the car along with Natasha and Jules, it seemed to be a nice party. Some guys brought some beer barrels, pizzas and good music.
She hated going out to these parties but, what the hell, they had a lot to celebrate. Right? It was a tradition every year, to start that year with a good party.
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They approached their teammates who were gathered sharing a few beers and laughs.
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“Hey, they’re here!” Valkyrie said laughing out loud, she definitely smoked something with Carol and Jessica.
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Y/N rolled her eyes when she saw Carol a bit wasted, but still accepting one of the beers the girls offered.
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The brunette couldn't even look at her, not since in afternoon practice. It was all a shit show. Carol kicked Titania so hard she'd knocked her out of the game and out of nationals. The girl ended up with her broken leg, and of course Y/N thought Carol did that on purpose.
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On the other side of the party, Wanda sighed deeply, looking around really uncomfortable. Of course she liked being with her boyfriend, but she admitted that the people Vision surrounded himself with were stupid and irresponsible.
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Vision kept up talking with Tony, Rhodes, Bruce Banner, and some other dude she didn't know his name. The small group of nerds who were also lazy assholes. Especially Tony Stark, who believed that with daddy’s money would solve everything.
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“What am I doing here again?”  Wanda whispered as Vision leaned in to kiss her cheek.
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“Come on, you need this.” Vision said while drinking some beer. “You need to socialize more, Wanda. Also tomorrow you're going on that trip...”
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“I’m okay with who I am, thanks.” She crossed her arms, looking away.
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“Bloody hell, Wanda! Why are you so obnoxious today?”  Vision frowned.
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Wanda was going to answer that with a 'fuck you', but she decided to sigh and calm down. Especially when Vision was the one who was going to take her home later.
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“One of the girls broke her leg in practice today and won't be able to go to Nationals tomorrow. A lot of blood, a lot of stress.” She winced thinking of Titania. “Though the whole team seems to give a shit tho.”
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She looked up to see how everyone was there celebrating, but her gaze landed on Y/N, who was the only one of them she liked, maybe Jules or Natasha sometimes.
Laughing at one of Jennifer's jokes, Y/N turned to find the person she most expected to see at this party.
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Wanda was there, watching her. She looked so beautiful, she was wearing a beautiful long shirt and dark jeans. Her hair was down, of course she was still wearing those huge glasses that made her look adorable.
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Y/N smiled and waved at her, but all her joy vanished when Wanda cupped Vision’s face and kissed him, causing endless sensations in Y/N and none of them were good.
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“Dude, you're so in love with her. Give up. She has a boyfriend, even if he’s a asshole. The emo girl loves the dick.” Jules stood next to her, drinking some beer.
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Y/N turned to look at her, trying not to say anything she would regret. “Why don't you mind your business? Especially with Natasha, where is she now, huh? Surely behind Stark's truck eating another girl’s pussy.”
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Her cousin seemed quite hurt and surprised by those words. Clearly she answered in the worst way, but right now she had no time to put up with other people's feelings. She warned Jules many times. Clenching her jaw to bear the anger, Y/N decided to walk away for a while when she bumped into Carol, who was pouring herself another beer cup.
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“You should calm down, we have a flight tomorrow.” Y/N said completely annoyed.
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“Yeah, boss. Whatever.”  Danvers just rolled her eyes, didn't have to put up with anyone.
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“I admire your resilience, Danvers.” Y/N hissed as she moved closer, perhaps a bit intimidating.  “Can't be easy, knowing you fucking crippled someone today.”
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Carol laughed wryly and just turned to leave. “Cool. Good talk.”
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Y/N wasn’t going to stay like this, walked after her willing to continue the fight. “Just admit you did it on purpose.”
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“Excuse me?” Carol turns to face her.
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“You heard me.”  They both stood facing each other, staring at each other for a few seconds until Carol shook her head.
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“You're wasted, Y/N.”
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“And you're a fucking sociopath.” The brunette moved towards her but Carol pushed her away. At that moment Jules decided to intervene, along with Valkyrie who positioned herself next to Carol.
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“Whoa! Calm down.” Jules got between them both, trying to push Y/N away but her cousin refused.
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“No! Listen, you guys, we don't have to worry about the Titania problem anymore.” Y/N yelled pointing at the blonde. “…because Carol fixed it for us.”
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“What?” Kate Bishop frowned, not understanding what they were talking about.  Kate and Yelena were almost the only freshmen babies being accepted into the team.  “What's she talking about?”
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“She's talking about Carol's little plan.” Yelena scoffed, shaking her head.
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“Oh, please. Since when do you give a shit anyway? You hardly care about the team, baby widow.” Carol rolled her eyes.
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“Guys, come on. This is not the time to talk about it, we are all drunk and tomorrow we have a flight.” Jules tried to calm things down.
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“Don't you have a bong to hit or a dick to suck? Oh, yeah, you do Nat’s pussy.” Carol's eyes narrowed, she was so drunk.
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“Don't talk to her that way!” Y/N defended Jules quickly, pointing to Carol.
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“Oh, fuck off, Y/N!” Jules narrowed her eyes, finally exploding.  “I don't need you to defend me. Last time I checked, you were asking Natasha to leave me. What did you just say? Oh, yes, minding my own business!”
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“Okay, seriously, what are you talking about?” Kate asked again but was startled when they all yelled at her:
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“Shut the fuck up, Kate!”
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“Okay, come on guys, stop it.”  Jennifer moved closer to try to calm them down.
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“Somebody needs to take her wasted ass home.” Y/N hissed looking at Carol but the blonde was finally done.
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“Say that again, bitch. Say that again!”
“I will say it again!”
They finished the distance and began to push each other when the girls intervened again. Y/N and Carol tried to break free and hit each other.
But some guys around them started shouting 'GIRLS FIGHT!' when they saw the whole situation, drawing the attention of Natasha who was busy flirting with a girl far away.
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“That's it! Enough!” Natasha got between them and pushed them both.  “You all, with me. NOW!”
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They all fell silent and looked around as everyone looked at them surprised or amused. Feeling a little embarrassed, Y/N just nodded and walked after Natasha.
They all moved far enough from the party not to be heard, staying in a clearing between the trees.
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“I don't know what the fuck that was, but I do know that it's over.” Natasha turned to face them, shaking her head. Couldn't believe that they did this one day before the most awaited day for all.  “We're about to go to nationals.”
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Y/N just pursed her lips, knowing that she was right but was carried away by jealousy and anger.
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“And based on what I'm looking at right now, we might as well not even bother getting on that plane.”  Natasha looked at them one by one, but none of them said anything. They just drank their beer and looked the other way, like scolded puppies.
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“All right. Everybody line up.” The russian commanded.
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“Nat, come on…” Y/N tried but Nat just gave her a deadly look.
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“No, I'm fucking serious. Line up!”
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The annoyance in Natasha's voice made them all settled into a row. She could be quite imposing when she wanted it to. Not for nothing was the team captain.
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“Here's what we're gonna do. I want each of you to go down this line and say one nice, true thing about every other girl on this team.” Nat walked in front of them.
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“What is this, fucking Girl Scout camp?” Carol rolled her eyes, making Valkyrie laugh. Y/N was going to shut her up but Natasha went first.
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“Do you want to go first, Danvers?” Natasha cocked her head, daring her to, but Carol said nothing. She just pressed her lips together.
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“Okay. I'll go first.” Natasha stood in front of Y/N.  “Y/N… You have more fight in you than anyone I've ever known. I'm inspired by your determination.”
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Surprised by those words, Y/N didn't know what to say. Finally someone noticed her, Natasha noticing that she was always by her side.  That made her feel good.
Not even her mom cared that much about her.
Natasha walked over to Kate, who was looking at her like an expectant puppy.
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 “Kate Bishop… Your smile makes me feel happy every time I see it.”
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The Bishop girl smiled happily. Nat kept walking standing in front of Yelena, who was raising an eyebrow. Come on, she was her sister.
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“Yelena… I love that you don't care what anybody thinks and you're so completely yourself.”
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“She's also deadly at beer pong.” Y/N added and they all chuckled.
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“So, go on. Tell her.” Nat pushed them to tell each other what they though.
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Despite the fact that many did not seem to want to, they all turned to see those in front of them. ㅤㅤㅤ
“Jennifer, you have very shiny hair and I love it.”  Daisy Johnson told her friend who just smiled tenderly.
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“Thank you, Daisy. I like that you’re presistent, motivated and really brave.”
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Y/N stood in front of Carol who hesitated to do it, keeping her hands in the jacket pockets. They both looked quite uncomfortable doing this.
Swallowing, the brunette broke the silence. “I'm sorry, for what I said before, about you... I was mad about something else.”
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“I didn't…” Carol started and bite her lips, trying not to show the sensitivity within. Life taught her that she had to be tough, but her eyes filled with tears. “You know, mean to hurt her. It really was an accident, I didn't mean to do it. I was such a dick cause I was angry at myself.”
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Y/N nodded and just hugged her.
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“Are we cool then?” Carol asked something afraid of losing a friend.
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“I don’t know…You haven't said anything nice about me yet.” Y/N joked and they both laughed.
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Natasha turned to see Jules, who was looking at her a little excited to hear her.  “What?”
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“You haven't said anything to me.” The girl smiled flirtatiously.
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Nat rolled her eyes and chuckled, standing in front of her.  “Jules, you never talk shit unless someone really deserves it.”
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The girl smiled widely, nodding.
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“You are a really good dancer... and you have seriously questionable taste in music... You can't hold your liquor for shit.” Nat continued, a little nervous but sincere. “But you're the only one who's always been there for me.”
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Feeling her heart pound, Jules felt on cloud nine. Oh, she was so in love with Natasha that she couldn't deny it anymore.
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“You're the best friend I've ever had.”  The redhead put her hand on the girl's shoulder, knowing that this would end up breaking any hope. “You know that, right?”
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Jules didn't know what to say, really. Feeling her heart break inside and her eyes filled with tears, but didn't allow herself to cry.
The brown-eyed girl just nodded.  “Yeah. I know.”
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Y/N watched that situation from afar and was grateful that it was that way. Natasha wasn't in love with Jules, she had to let go of all those hopes with her. Would be the best.
She walked to the bonfire, smiling to see that an adorable sokovian was pouring some beer from the barrel.
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“Hey.”
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“Hi.” Wanda smiled kindly.
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“Enjoying the party?”
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“Yeah, it is… pretty… interesting.” Wanda stammered, watching out of the corner of her eye as some of the boys played a game of who drank the most beer in the least amount of time possible. Oh, wishing she could be home right now.
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“I heard everything that happened there…” She lowered her gaze, somewhat embarrassed but also curious.  “All good?”
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“Yeah, everything is fine. We had a fight but we were able to work it out, nothing to screw up the nationals.”
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“I’m glad you all worked it out.” Wanda looked her up. “I understand that you were upset. I was also when I saw Titania like that. Even if she was a dick…”
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Y/N shrugged. “I know Carol didn't want to hurt her on purpose, she's an idiot sometimes but…she's not an total asshole.”
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“It's good to know that. She doesn't seem like a crazy aggressive bitch even though she is a jerk sometimes.”
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They both looked at each other for a moment, the silence wasn’t uncomfortable between them.
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“You look beautiful today.”  Y/N said without even thinking about it, and she didn't regret it. It was getting harder and harder to hide her feelings for Wanda. Come on, everyone knew.
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“Thank you.” Those words surprised her, she wasn’t used to hear that. Well, not from anyone other than Vision, he was rarely so…romantic.  “You look cool, as always. I like your leather jacket.”
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Y/N looked at herself, she was wearing a white half sleeve shirt and tight-fitting jeans.  For one day she left her varsity jacket behind.
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“Thanks.”
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The flames of the fire moved back and forth in a mesmerizing way, making Wanda's beautiful eyes pop more, looking adorable.
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Little fish, big fish, swimming in the water. That song seemed to invite them to lose each other, unite and never let go again. Like two kindred spirits claiming, pushing and pulling each other back.
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“I’ve to go… Vision is waiting for me.” Wanda broke the tension, scared of the connection that the two of them could have.
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“Yeah, it looks like he's waiting for you.” Y/N said ironically and drank some beer, the boy didn't even seem to care that his girlfriend wasn't there.
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“Why's that?” Wanda narrowed her eyes somewhat annoyed.
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“You know he doesn't deserve you, don't you?” Y/N just shook her head, now she was talking too much because she was drunk, and even though she knew it, didn't stop. “He spends all the time flirting with Eve, with Mantis, with Virginia. Come on, Wanda…”
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Wanda didn't say anything, she just crossed her arms and pursed her lips trying to calm the anger. In the end, she just chuckled wryly, rather disappointed. ㅤㅤㅤ “Now I can see it, you're not that different from your friends. Fuck you, Y/N.”
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“Why me? I’m not the one who’s cheating on you.”
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“And yet, I still choose him. Not you.” The Sokovian shook her head and walked away.
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“Whatever!” Y/N sighed and looks at the beer cup before taking a sip. “Sure your boyfriend is waiting for you.” Out of the corner of her eye Y/N saw how Wanda walked away, hugging Vision’s waist.
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Next morning was all chaos.
Waking up with a hell of hangover, after a good sandwich and some juice for breakfast, Y/N  finished packing everything in the suitcase.
She sighed deeply, looking around her bedroom one last time. Posters of bands like 'Garbage,' 'No Doubt' or singers like Alanis Morrisette surrounded her. Many books on the shelves, and some stuffed animals.
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The gameboy was on the table, charging the battery. CD player was in her backpack as well as some of her favorite discs, she would surely take advantage of the flight to listen to music and read or play.
The biggest adventure awaited her and she didn't know it.
Y/N took the suitcase and her backpack and went downstairs, finding her mother passed out on the couch last night. A half-filled glass of whiskey, she still had her robe and pajamas, and bottles on the floor told Y/N she'd been drinking all night.
Feeling so tired of this, and kinda grateful to go and leave all this chaos for a while.
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“Mom, wake up… I've to go.” Y/N tried to wake up her mom but it was impossible.  “MOM!”
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Y/N clenched her jaw and ended up giving in to the anger, walking to the door and slamming it shut.
She was so damn upset, so hurt that her mom hadn't even considered that this was HER day. Didn't expect her to make breakfast or  kiss her forehead before go, but inside… the hope sometimes played really cruel tricks.
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Sighing, Y/N waited outside the house with arms crossed for ten minutes until the car pulled up. Jules waved at her, next to her was a woman with dark brown hair, small brown eyes, and chubby cheeks. She honked three times, making Y/N smile.
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“Hey there, cutie!” Auntie Claire got out of the car and hugged her like a big bear, then helped to put the suitcase in the trunk. Y/N  got into the back of the car, as Claire sped away from the house.
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“You okay?”  Jules asked, she knew her perfectly.
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“She didn't even realize that I left, she was wasted, dude.” Y/N just shook her head, looking out the window.
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Jules didn't say anything, Auntie Claire and her looked at each other, knowing that woman perfectly. It wasn't the first time nor the last time to be honest. Y/N’s mom had always been a jerk to Y/N, especially the past few years.
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“Sorry, sweetie.” Aunt Claire looking at Y/N in the rearview mirror. “My sister has always been a bit… difficult… always.”
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“It’s okay, auntie.” Auntie Claire was always trying to make her feel better, she leaned down to put a hand on her aunt's shoulder. “Thank you for coming for me.”
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“Oh, don't worry, dear. You know I'll always be there for you.”
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Aunt Claire drove them to the airport, but not before buying a bunch of sweets that they all shared.
The lady escorted them to the boarding area, hugging them tightly and wishing them both a safe and beautiful trip. She apologized for not being able to go see the game, but she had to stay home and finish some work. That was a lie, she planned to travel tonight and surprise them tomorrow.
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“Bye, auntie Claire.” Y/N hugged her again before grabbing the backpack and walking towards the boarding zone.
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“Bye, mom!” Jules kissed Claire's cheek and ran to catch up with Y/N. “Love you!”
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“Bye, kids! Remember, the most important thing is to have fun! Love you!” The lady tenderly yelled at them, waving her hand.
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“Here, I'll give you guys a hand.” Pietro offered to help some girls as they walked down the aisle of the plane, looking for a seat.
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Wanda just rolled her eyes knowing how flirtatious Pietro was. She just kept walking until she found an empty seat and put her bag in the luggage compartment.
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“Wicked.” Jules whispered smiling while looking at that plane, it looked much smaller than the ones she knew but still, quite good. She took a seat next to Daisy, who was also quite excited.
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“I can't believe your dad paid for a private plane.” Jennifer  said to Hope Van Dyne, who was sipping her smoothie and sitting in one of the front seats.
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“It's pretty much his only form of parenting.” Hope shrugged. “I guess I'll take it.”
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“Well, thank you, Mr. Van Dyne!” They all exclaimed at the same time, laughing.
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“All right, hustle up.” Coach Ward settled into one of the seats, looking that everyone was doing the same. Couch Coulson was already in Seattle, finishing up some paperwork or something. “It's gonna be a long flight.”
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[pilot over speakers] ‘This is your captain. Our flight plan to Seattle has us going a bit farther north than expected. We're gonna try to avoid a storm system that's coming in. Should get some great views of the Canadian Rockies.’
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Pietro returned to sit next to Wanda, who had saved his place by the window.
He settled and buckled in, noticing that Wanda kept moving her leg and playing with the rings on those soft hands. Something she did whenever she felt nervous.
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“You okay, sestra?” Pietro raised an eyebrow.
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Wanda didn't say anything, just nodded and faked the kindest smile she could. But not good enough to fool her twin brother.
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“Remember when you came to Hilton Head with us in second grade and you cried the whole flight?” Pietro reached into his backpack and pulled out a bag, Twizzlers plus two delicious packs of Marinela's Pingüinos.  “I brought these for you. I know you love them, always help you feel better. I also saw that you forgot some of your cassettes on the kitchen table, so I brought them for you.”
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He handed the bag to Wanda who just smiled and squeezed her brother's hand, totally grateful.
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“I know you're doing this for me, coming on the trip when you shouldn't.” Wanda rested her head on his shoulder. “Thank you.”
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“I know. I'm basically the best brother you have.” He smiled all smug.
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“You’re the only brother I have.” Wanda smiled, they stayed that way for a moment until the boy gave her his  Hummel jacket, that one he loved so much. The one with some cool white arrows on the sides of the sleeves.
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“And take this, in case you're cold. It's a good luck charm. Now nothing can touch you.”
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Wanda chuckles softly.
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From afar, Sharon Carter watched this and tried to get the attention of one of her friends.
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“Psst. Dottie. Look at the weirdbros.” Sharon nodded at the twins, making her friend laugh.
What they didn't expect is that Y/N was listening behind them, so she kicked her seat making them jump.
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“Stop saying that or I’ll break your fucking leg too.” Y/N said between her teeth, making Sharon open her eyes wide like a scared mouse and settle back into the seat.  “You’re still in trial period, baby-Yellowjacket.”
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Next to Y/N, Natasha just smiled and shook her head.
The plane finally took off towards Seattle and everyone cheered, although as the pilot said, they would make a detour for a moment to avoid a huge storm without knowing that soon, their lives would change radically.
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Like every day, Wanda Maximoff got up early to make breakfast for the kids. Vision left two hours ago, he was in too much of a hurry saying  he had to get to an important meeting or something.
She waited for the bus to pick up the twins, then did the laundry -she cursed Vision three times under her breath for getting lipstick or tomato sauce on a shirt, she didn't know what the fuck was exactly-and finished cleaning the house.
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Her life has been the same for years, a routine life, boring perhaps… and she never knew exactly why. She changed a lot, although physically not so much. Wanda stepped out of the lovely suburban home in Westview, a pretty, family-friendly place. She kindly greeted her nosy neighbor and began to water the plants, until something caught her eye.
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“What the hell…” She murmured, half of those plants were bitten, completely devoured.
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At that moment, a blonde woman got out of her car and walked slowly towards the entrance. Wanda was looking at her flowers, muttering some insults in Sokovian, didn't seem very happy.
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“Aphids?”  The blonde asked, taking off her sunglasses.
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“Rabbits.” Wanda looked up, surprised to find someone in the garden, but above all, someone she didn't know.
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“Poor little guys.” The woman chuckled softly, getting closer. “Just trying to survive, I guess.”
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Wanda brushed the dirt from her hands and approached the woman.  “I'm sorry, do we know each other?”
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“Christine Everhart, Westview’s Ledger. I left you a few voice mails.” Christine wrinkles her nose knowing that Wanda wouldn't take that well, and she was right.
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“Right.” Wanda exhaled and turned to leave. “Fuck off, Christine.”
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“Wanda, wait. Wait!” The reporter walked after her, trying to stop her.
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“I don't talk to reporters, but I'm guessing you already know that.” Wanda opened the door ready to lock herself in her house.
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“I know that you've been letting other people tell your story. People who barely knew you, and they are making a lot of money doing it.” The blonde couldn't believe how she didn't talk about what happened on that trip. How come none of them spoke?
Everyone was eager to know what the hell happened, the huge mystery that surrounded the Yellowjackets for seventeen years.
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“Five minutes. That's all I ask.” Christine begged with her best puppy face.  “If you don't like what I have to say, I will leave you alone. Promise.”
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Hesitating for a moment, Wanda looked around, then allowed the reporter into her home. If she was going to get rid of her, she would do it in the least violent way possible or it would get more attention.
Trying to be as polite as possible, Wanda served some coffee for the guest while she organized the stuff she bought in the market.
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“I know what you want to hear.” Wanda opened the fridge and put some meat and vegetables in the fridge.  “But the truth is… the plane crashed, a bunch of my friends died… and the rest of us starved and scavenged and prayed for 19 months, till they finally found us.”
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She took a bunch of bananas and smiled somewhat ironically, leaving it in the fruit bowl. It was so simple, getting food just by leaving the house and walking a few streets.
Everything they lived through that time in the Canadian Rockies had been truly cruel and painful.
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She swallowed hard, remembering with regret. “And that's the end of the story.”
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The reporter nodded and then narrowed her eyes, completely unwilling to believe it was as simple as that.  “I think we both know there's a... bit more to it than that.”
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Christine noted that in one of the bags, there was a 'US WEEKLY' magazine and on the cover was the huge wrecked plane in addition to the headline: ‘LITTLE GIRLS LOST.  17 YEARS LATER: remembering the Yellowjackets tragedy. Where are they now?’
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“I can't imagine what you guys went through out there… Nobody can.”  She tried to pretend, in a very poor way, how sorry she was.
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The brunette approached to take the magazine and put it in a drawer, out of sight.
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“And that is worth something. It's worth a lot, actually.” Christine perched on the breakfast counter.  “Wanda… I can guarantee you a seven-figure book advance right here, right now.”
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Wanda snorted, shaking her head. As if other people or chains had not tried it before, especially with Netflix pushing to do their thing.
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“We could write it together but it's your name on the cover.”
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Wanda looked up, there didn't even seem to be interested. “Mmm, not interested. Sorry.”
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Christine bit her lower lip, trying her last card completely desperate. “What if I told you the others were?”
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Wanda smiled ironically.  “Then I would say that you're lying.”
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“So you're still in touch.” Touché. Christine smiled finding something else, something more than what she knew. “As well as Natasha Romanoff, who you keep as close friends. But how about the others?”
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“I haven't spoken to any of them in years. I would not know how to get ahold of them even if I wanted to.” Rolling her eyes, Wanda seemed more and more disinterested, more uncomfortable and more annoyed. The memory of her friends ached inside, still, so bad.
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“What about Y/N?”  That question caught her off guard. Like an arrow shot straight to her heart, that name made her entire body shudder.
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Wanda shrugged, trying to look uninterested.
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“I moved on, and I genuinely hope that they were able to do the same.” Wanda exhaled deeply, even thinking about Y/N made her stomach drop painfully.  “Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm late to...”
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“Wanda, this is the kind of money that could change your life.”
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Wanda closed her eyes, trying to regain all the patience that remained inside her. She hated journalists so much, especially the ones who wrote shit about them and then stood there begging them for a bit of fame.
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“You were a brilliant girl. Straight A's. Early admission to Yale. Is this really how you thought your life was gonna turn out?” Christine snorted, she couldn't believe that the future of that woman was so different from what was expected.
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Wanda tilted her head, making Christine to rethink everything that came out of her mouth. Wanda's look was definitely an imposing one.
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“Sorry.” The journalist stammered.  “I didn't mean to, uh...”
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“I don't give a shit what you meant, you smug little bitch.” Wanda went from being an adorable soccer mom to a much more dangerous woman, a totally cold look. If she had powers, Christine would be in pieces right now.  “You don't know a fucking thing about my life.”
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The coldness in Wanda's gaze made the blonde shiver, but she was grateful that the Sokovian woman just turned around and continued with her business, completely ignoring her.
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“Well... if you change your mind...” The blonde approached to take a pen and write the exact amount that she could offer, and her pone number.
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Wanda just pointed at the door.
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“Get out of my house, my children will arrive soon.”
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Hours later, the doorbell rang again, pulling Wanda out of her thoughts. She was grateful that Vision took the kids to the movies.
She hurried to open the door, who quickly entered the house.
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“Sorry, I'm late.”  Natasha apologized, taking off her jacket, feeling the warmth of the home.
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Wanda smiled and they both walked towards the living room. “It’s okay. Do you want some tea or coffee?”
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“No, I’m okay.” Nat licked her lips and sat on the sofa, expectant. She noticed that Vision and the twins were not there, so the urgent call from her friend must be a really important one. “What's going on?”
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“A reporter approached me today.” Wanda handed her the card Christine left. “She said she was with the local paper, but I googled her and she wasn't credited in any bylines anywhere. Maybe it's a fake name.”
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Natasha exhaled, taking the card to look at it. A phone number, the name of the journalist and a rather large number.
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“These people come out of the woodwork every few years on some anniversary or another.” The redhead sighed, shaking her head. She was really exhausted from always having to deal with the same idiots.  “You know that. There's no reason to think this is any different, Wands.”
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“I can think of a few.” Wanda lowered her gaze, playing with her rings.  “We agreed to say no more than we have to, stay out of the public eye. Last night, Jennifer appeared speaking to reporters as she was leaving the Courthouse. ”
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“Wands, she's a lawyer... and a really good one.”
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“No, Nat, I mean it… If someone's digging, we are all fucked.” Wanda got up to help herself to a little more coffee, maybe that wasn't helping so much. “You’re a cop. Take care of it.”
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“I’ll do it, don’t worry.” she sighed somewhat tired.
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Noticing that Natasha was telling her the truth, Wanda nodded much more relaxed.  “Thank you.”
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Nat didn't say anything, just moved closer so she could take her hand and squeeze it gently. After a little silence, Wanda hesitated whether to ask what she wanted so much but ended up doing it. “Have you talked to her?”
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Natasha pursed her lips. “All I know was she was in rehab. Again.”
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Feeling deep sorrow and sadness upon hearing that, Wanda nodded. “And there's still no sign of the others?”
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“Not for months.” The Russian played with that card between her fingers.
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“Then we're fine. We’re okay.” Wanda tried to calm down. Maybe she was being too paranoid, but her whole life she was surrounded by all these crazy people wanting to know what they did in that place. “I just don't want to hurt my kids.”
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“Don’t worry, okay?” Nat reached out to hug her tightly, knowing it was all her best friend needed.  “Twins are safe. Long as nobody does anything crazy... we have nothing to worry about.”
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“Thank you, Nat.” Wanda closed her eyes, losing in that hug for a while until they moved away.
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“I've to go now.” The redhead put her jacket back on and walked towards the door with Wanda. “She's going to be so upset if I don't show up for dinner tonight. I made a promise.”
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“She’s too good. Say hi to your wife for me.” Wanda opened the door and kissed Nat’s cheek, watching her walk away.  “Tell Jules the Pavlova dessert was delicious, the kids loved it.”
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“She’s amazing at cooking, right? I feel very lucky sometimes.” Nat smiled fondly and then walked to her car.  “Love you, Wands. Take care.”
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Wanda stayed in the doorway, watching her friend drive away. Losing herself in thoughts once more.
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With the gaze lost in the swell of the waves, the sound of the seagulls and the beautiful landscape, Y/N tried to drown out all the chaos of her mind. ㅤㅤㅤ
Seventeen years later and a lot of pain, she was there. Her hair was a bit shorter, but she hadn't changed much. She seemed more mature, a scar on her eyebrow marked a change in her. She was wearing this huge dark T-shirt from some band so old, that no young man would recognize it.
Sitting with her eyes closed, she tried to meditate for a long time, breathing deeply and exhaling slowly. But of course there was always something that got in her way.
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“Y/N, time for group.”
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Until that stupid voice kicked her out of her paradise. Y/N cocked her head to see how that blonde boy invited her to attend the meeting. That stupid face of fake kindness made her stomach churn.
Anyway, she decided to take another deep breath and nodded, getting up to walk to the therapy room.
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About fifteen minutes later, she was sitting across from all these people she didn't even know well, talking about their own problems.
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“Remember, anger can be good.” Said the counselor, pulling Y/N out of her thoughts.
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“Sure tell that to my parole officer.” One of the women in the group complained, she seemed quite upset. “I mean, all I'm saying is this bitch cut me in line.”
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“Y/N?” The counselor looked at her, expecting that this time she would speak.  “Seeing as how this is your last day with us, any final inspirations you'd like to pass on to the group?”
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After a few seconds of silence, Y/N sighed, leaning back in the chair. “Purpose. Find a purpose.”
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She licked her lips and noticed how everyone listened carefully to everything she was going to say. Didn't know if it was because they were really interested in her or just because she was a Yellowjacket, and those were morbid bastards.
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“I used to think all the drinking, drugs and the sex…” Y/N inhaled deeply. “I used to think I did those things because of… what happened out there.”
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Y/N’s gaze was lost. She could still hear the screams, could still feel the hunger, could still feel the cold burning her skin.  
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“What I... saw.” Y/N murmured, remembering the sound of the plane crashing. The screams of who her friends were. “What I... did.”
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“Oh, my God. What did you do?!” One of the girls in the group ended up exploding, expectant and exhausted from never knowing the answer.  “You literally never told us.”
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“Zip it, Ariana!” She was silenced by another one.
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“Anyway, the real reason is much simpler.” Y/N spoke again, coming back to reality.  “After they rescued us, I lost my purpose and thanks to my time here... I finally know how to get it back.”
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The group therapy ended and after saying goodbye to everyone, Y/N sat on the steps at the entrance of that place, waiting for the cab that would soon pick her up.
She didn't have many belongings other than a suitcase with clothes and her keys.
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Y/N sighed, wishing with all her heart that she could have a cigarette but decided to look for something in the pocket of the leather jacket.
It was postcard, someone sent it with her mail, of course she didn't have mail so that had definitely surprised Y/N a lot. ㅤㅤㅤ The postcard had a beautiful landscape of the Canadian Rockies and a typical: WISH YOU WERE HERE!
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But the strange thing about this was the drawing on it, in a reddish color. Some kind of symbol, starting with a circle, a triangle as the body and four lines on the sides of it. But the last of the lines went through the triangle and below, a kind of hook.
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Of course she recognized that fucking symbol perfectly, whoever sent it knew what they did.
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The cab lights blinded her for a moment. She took the suitcase and got into the taxi, happy to get the hell out of that damn place.
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“Where to?” The driver asked, watching her in the rearview mirror.
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“You pick up a lot of people here?” Y/N raised an eyebrow.
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“A few, sure.”
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Y/N chuckled softly. “How many go straight to a bar?”
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“You want to go to a bar?”
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Y/N thought about it for a moment and then settled into the seat.  “LAX. I'll catch a red-eye flight.”
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The taxi moved forward leaving that place behind and with it, a completely different Y/N. The dark-haired girl took a chewing gum, closing her eyes as she tasted it.
Wishing with all her heart that everything turned out well.
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After six hours of flight and two large cups of coffee, Y/N opened the door of that self-storage on the outskirts of New Jersey. It was quite a safe place and very discreet, that's why she had left her baby there.
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She swallowed hard when she saw the car, covered by a huge dusty sheet which she carefully removed, uncovering that wonderful car.
It was a beautiful black Porsche Carrera 993, still immaculate, still badass.
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Y/N slid her fingers over its roof, caressing it gently and reliving so many memories. Her heart sank as she remembered Auntie Claire’s smile when she was driving the Carrera.
She held on and closed her eyes, knowing that she should live in reality and not in those memories. Once she was able to get over all those bad feelings that tried to drown her, Y/N walked to the trunk to look for some stuff.
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“Nice ride.”
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That male voice forced her to turn around quickly. A man in his fifties and rather good-natured appearance was watching her from afar.
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“Sorry. I'm Dave. The manager.” Dave smiled friendly.
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“Hi, Dave.” Y/N arched an eyebrow, waiting for the man to say something else.
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“I'm sorry. It's just...” He shrugged somewhat embarrassedly, definitely making Y/N feel somewhat guilty.  “Haven't seen anyone around this unit since I've been here. Vultures have been circling it for years, but I keep telling 'em, long as the bill's paid, it’s not my thing to touch.” The man chuckled.
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“Then thank you, Dave. I really appreciate what you have done.”  Y/N gave him a bit of a friendly smile, for the first time in a long time.
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“You local?” Sure enough the chubby man tried to get some info of her but she just shrugged.
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“Was.” The dark-haired woman turned to look at her car and narrowed her eyes, pulling out the key to unlock the alarm.  “Been a while since I've been... home.”
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“Then welcome back.” Dave smiled tenderly again and held out his hand. Y/N hesitated for a moment but she ended up shaking it.
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“Thanks, Dave.” Y/N opened the door, but not before turning to see the trunk, knowing what was kept there.  “I wasn't sure how I'd feel, but... I think it'll be good to reconnect with some old friends.”
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Well, I hope you liked it! It is the beginning. I am very delighted with the tv show! I want you to know that there will be stuff that I am not going to write here, or there are things that I will take her my way. This is my own dumb version. Example, pregnancy, I'm not going to bring that here.
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Enjoy it, I hope you do. If you want to be tagged, just ask!
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the cutest and lovely people tags ✨ : @imnotasuperhero @yourfavunsub @kaiidth-wandika
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Wanda Maximoff x Reader
Genre: Fluff
Warnings: None
Word count: 1895
Summary: When you and Wanda go through some old things at her family house, you recognise someone in an old photograph they have
A/N: Just a little idea I thought would be cute. I wrote this pretty quickly and didn't really edit it properly so I hope it makes sense lol Thank you @ageofevermore and @cuinaminute229 for helping my indecisive ass on the header. Any feedback or comments would be much appreciated, so let me know what you think!
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There is a soft golden glow shining through the windows as the sun was beginning to say goodbye to the day. 
Taking a break from packing wasn't supposed to be long but the small group of you have been too distracted to notice the time passing. 
You came across the Maximoff family's old photographs that have been in storage. You couldn't help but flip through a photo album when you noticed they were of Oleg and Iryna's wedding day. 
It has been an hour since then, your future in-laws telling you about the relatives who have shown up as you go through different stacks of photos, some they have always been close with, some have now passed and others who are best to avoid. It was a well needed heads up for when you will have to meet them on your wedding day with Wanda. 
There are so many photos and recounts of the memories that go along with them; birthdays, anniversaries, family gatherings and all the moments in between. 
"What happened to Pietro's hair!" You exclaim, noticing a gold fading (badly) into a red colour when you flicked to a new page in the current album you are going through. 
Wanda looks at the picture laughing, explaining the memory, "He wanted to make his hair look like fire." Then she grimaces as her laugh dies out, scrunching her nose, "But he did it himself." 
You both giggle at the messy result and the sour look on Pietro's face as Oleg squashes his cheeks together. You can tell he was forced to sit there while the photo was taken at his expense. 
There was a reason you were initially going through old boxes from the attic of the Maximoff residence. You and Wanda have officially moved in together and having unpacked all the essentials weeks ago you decided it was finally time to get her final round of things. 
They would probably just end up in storage at your new house but at least Wanda would have all her things in one place. You had already done the same with your things last week. 
You hear the front door unlock, open and close signifying Pietro's return. 
After Pietro greets everyone, he notices, "Old photos?" He reaches down and picks up one of the albums, "Have you finished with getting the last of your things?" 
You and Wanda look guilty and shake your heads because you still haven't completed what you were here to do. 
"Get a move on, I've got things I need to go up there," Pietro chastises. 
Before you get to say anything, your future mother-in-law gets there, "It's about time you thought about settling down, son." 
"Ah mama, it will happen when it happens. You can't rush these things," Pietro says, rubbing the back of his neck. 
"I hope things are going well with Monica. She's such a lovely girl," she says, handing him a box to put behind him. He puts down the album he is holding and takes it from her hands. "Better than that last girl. Mantis, she called herself," Iryna cringes. 
"Mama!" Pietro exclaims to stop this conversation. 
You smile at the scene, you don't have any siblings so you have been treating Pietro as your own brother when you and Wanda got serious and you grew more comfortable with her family. 
Now that Iryna was done it was your turn, "Hey Piet, have you ever thought about dyeing your hair?" You ask. Pietro squints his eyes at you because of the 'random' question, "Maybe, err, yellow and red?" You laugh along with his family. 
"Ah! I thought I got rid of all of those!" He furrows his brows picking up a different album from before, "Where is it?" 
"You will never know, 'hot head'," Wanda responds. Getting a round of laughter. 
He gives Wanda a side eye before looking through the album he is holding. Eventually he takes a seat opposite you and Wanda on the floor. 
Pietro thinks aloud as he flips through the book he is currently going through, "Hey, I remember this place. We weren't there for long though." 
Iryna looks at the photo over Pietro's shoulder as he holds it up for her. She hums, agreeing, "We weren't there for long, two months I think?" She turns to Oleg so he can take a look. He walks closer and nods his head. 
He chuckles under his breath remembering, "My job at the time relocated me to the wrong place, it was such a mess and a huge headache." 
"I think I remember that, we were even enrolled at the local school for a little while," Wanda adds. 
Pietro notices another photo, this time one of Wanda and another student from said school. He passes it to her, "Do you remember this?" 
"Oh yeah!" Wanda takes the image from him, "We got along so well. I missed them for the longest time after we moved," she reminisces. "I don't remember their name. I don't think I ever got it, actually." 
"Such a good friendship you didn't even get a name?" Pietro laughs.
You finally look away from the album in your lap that has had your attention. Furrowing your eyebrows because you recognise the child sitting beside Wanda in the image, "How do you have this?" 
All four Maximoff's look at you at the same time. 
You feel the silence until Wanda explains, "I completely forgot but seeing this photo I remember making one friend in my last few weeks there." She points at the two figures sitting with cheesy grins and arms wrapped around each other. "I can't believe I forgot about my time there." 
You are quite literally gobsmacked listening to the story unfold. 
Iryna chimes in, "Well, school had barely started before we moved again. It's not surprising you don't remember."  
"I know the name of the kid," you reveal. The others look in disbelief and wonder as you sit there smirking. 
"Really? How? Who is it?" They all ask questions at once. 
"It's me," you say with a breathy laugh. 
"What?!" Wanda looks closer at the picture and even her parents come over to get a better look. 
"No way," Pietro gasps as they all hover over the photograph. 
"I told you where I moved from when we first met, remember?" You ask Wanda, getting her attention again. 
"I didn't know the name of the place, look how small we were," she replies, pointing at the image. 
Wanda then joins her family who are all mumbling different similarities between you and the child in the photo. You listen to as much as you can, chuckling to yourself pulling out your phone. 
Last week when you packed your final things from your parents home you too had found old albums there. With everything going on, moving houses and planning a wedding, it completely slipped your mind to show Wanda the old pictures you had taken snapshots of when you were younger. 
Putting the phone next to the photograph everyone compares the two. Wanda is speechless as she looks at you in the same disbelief you felt when you first saw the picture, "I can't believe it."
"Neither can I!" You scoff out. 
"This is so crazy!" 
"I know!" 
"Nothing can stop a great love," Oleg speaks, stopping you and Wanda with your back and forth while he casually walks away. But you and Wanda smile at each other blushing a little because of his comment. 
"We became friends so fast," Wanda leans into you, looking at the photo.  
"Yeah," you speak into her hair, kissing the top of her head. "And then you forgot about me," you finish cheekily. 
Wanda pulls away and smacks your arm. Then takes on an earnest look, "But seriously, I was so sad to lose you, I finally made a friend and a really cool one at that," she trails off. 
"We still found each other again though," you say. 
"Yeah, we did," Wanda says with a soft smile. 
You lean against each other to look at the photo for a little while longer. Looking at the happiness and innocence radiating from your younger selves.
Unbeknownst to you, Pietro snaps a photo on his phone of the two of you smiling down at the captured memory. In his mind this was him getting his wedding gift sorted. 
When you have been through the stacks of pictures, you eventually go back to packing the last of Wanda's things. It is all taken to your new place and you are both exhausted. 
You decide to leave unpacking it all until the next day and when you do, you come across the photo again. 
"Your mom must have put this in here," you smile at Wanda. 
She takes it from you and instead of putting it in storage she places it above the fireplace. You make a mental note to buy a frame for it. 
At the end of the day you sit on the couch after another exhausting day. 
"Fourteen years," you say randomly. Wanda looks at you quizzically so you clarify, "I worked it out, us meeting again after that photo was fourteen years." 
"Wow," Wanda breathes out, sitting against you as you wrap an arm around her. "I guess we were always destined to be together." 
Wanda looks up at you making you look down at her. You share a small kiss and when you separate you continue looking at the picture. 
You talk about how fate has brought you here and how thankful you are for finding each other again even without either of you knowing who the other was. 
"I guess our love transcends all boundaries." 
Wanda smacks your chest lightly, "You dork"
"Yesterday, you said I was really cool! You can't take that back!" 
"That was before the cheesy one-liner." 
"Well, you better get used to it. It will get worse when we get married. Not to mention the jokes I'll come up with when we have kids," you smile. 
Wanda looks up at you again so you meet her gaze, "Hmm, yeah, but I think you mean 'kid' as in singular," you smile at her correction of the future plans you have discussed, "and a dog, of course," she says innocently. 
"No, no, no, I never agreed to getting a dog. I said we could get a cat," you correct. 
"Don't worry I didn't forget about Tom," Wanda says nonchalantly.
"Tom?! We didn't agree to any names yet either!" 
"Are you sure? So where did I get; Wilma, our daughter, and Spike, our dog, from?" Wanda asks, raising a brow. 
"Probably the same place you forgot about the best friend you ever had," you say pushing Wanda, forcing her to lay on the sofa with you carefully placing yourself on top. 
You press your lips to her soft ones and because you are both smiling too much you have to stop. Instead, you settle with kissing the tip of her nose. 
"And here I thought we would be making these big decisions together. We still have a wedding to plan first, you know?" You muse. 
"Yeah, I know. But I can't help myself thinking of our life together," Wanda says, caressing your face. 
Just as fate brought you together, it has a few more surprises for you as you continue your life together. 
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all-agatha-harkness · 4 months ago
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The multiverse is a vast and confusing concept, but I’ve done my best to compile a list of everyone I’ve met through it thus far.
Do feel free to reach out if I’ve somehow allowed you to slip through the cracks, though. Nobody’s perfect~
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The Maximoffs
Wanda - @official-wandamaximoff @wanda-maximoff-official @wanda-chaos-witch
Pietro - @official-pietro-maximoff
Tommy - @tommy-maximoffshepherd
My Old Coven...
Billy Teen - @agathas-teen @agathas-pet
Lilia - @lilia-calderu
Rio - @her-lady-death @rio-vidal-rp
Family Ties
Nicholas - @nicky-harkness
Avengers
Bucky - @official-buckybarnes @official-buckybarness
Natasha - @natt-romanoff-barnes-official
Yelena - @your-fav-russian-assassin
Loki - @loki-laufeychild @loki-variant-number-24601 (Nyx)
Doctor Strange - @stephenstrange-md-phd @strangeofficial
Wong - @wong-the-not-wizard
Bruce - @imnothulk
Wade - @deadpool-wade-wilson
Peter - @definitelynot-peterp4rker
Pets
Alpine - @official-alpinebarnes
“Villains”
Amora - @theee-enchantress
Madame Hydra - @madame-hydra
The Many Mes~
@young-agathaa (Age 7)
@thenamesagatha
@always-been-agatha
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//Header by me, dividers by @sister-lucifer//
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ABOUT ME
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NAVIGATION || MASTERLIST
Hello everyone! I‘m Cassie, my pronouns are she/her and I‘m 21. I come from Germany so English is not my first language, my zodiac sign is Sagittarius and my Hogwarts house is Slytherin. I‘m also a big Marvel and Harry Potter nerd which is what this blog is about. 
I, at first, made this blog to read fanfiction about my favourite Harry Potter characters but then decided to write some of them myself, later on I began watching the Marvel movies and started writing for my favourite MCU characters as well. 
All the gifs I use are not mine unless specifically stated, they are taken from Pinterest or from here on Tumblr. You can see the original gif-maker when you tap on the light grey name under the gif on the right side. The pictures like the header image in my navigation are nace by me and my divider as well. 
Please be kind when you send stuff into my inbox, I don‘t tolerate stuff like discrimination, hate, bullying etc. I don‘t want any of works plagiarized, copied republished somewhere that‘s not my account or translated. My works are only on Tumblr and my Wattpad. 
I ask you to read the warnings in the works and to not interact with the post if one of the warnings is MDNI [minors do not interact] or 18+. You are responsible for your own media consumption so I will not be held responsible when something triggers you that has been mentioned in the warnings. 
A little disclaimer: neither the Harry Potter universe nor the Marvel Universe belongs to me. Everything that you read is purely fictional!
In my earlier fics I used (y/n) but later on stopped using it. All my readers are female or gender neutral and I won‘t write male readers. Please respect that. I try not to describe the reader‘s features like eye colour, skin colour, etc so everyone feels included, inform me if something is incorrect (unless specifically given e.g. gamer!reader).
Some helpful tags may be:
#[insert your character‘s name] 
#gamer!reader
#camgirl!reader
#[insert your character‘s name] x reader
#cassie‘s masterlist
#fic rec
Please block this hashtags if you don‘t want to see this topics/fics:
#smut
#camgirl!reader
#camgirl au
#marvel
#harry potter
!To see the 18+ fics you‘ll have to change your community labels!
The characters I write for:
Harry Potter:
James Potter
Remus Lupin 
Regulus Black
Lily Evans
Fred Weasley
George Weasley
Charlie Weasley
Hermione Granger
Ginny Weasley
Marvel:
Steve Rogers
Bucky Barnes
Sam Wilson
Pietro Maximoff
Wanda Maximoff
Natasha Romanoff
Misc:
Chris Evans
Ari Levinson (The Red Sea Diving Resort)
Andy Barber (Defending Jacob)
Frank Adler (Gifted)
Ransom Drysdale (Knives Out)
Lloyd Hansen (The Gray Man)
Billy Loomis (Scream 1996)
Stu Macher (Scream 1996)
Sam Carpenter (Scream V)
Amber Freeman (Scream V)
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