Ease Into It (pt. 5) - Wanda Maximoff

ease into it (pt. 5) - wanda maximoff

a/n: so i’ve finally graduated high school! which means i’m definitely gonna write more since i don’t have anything to do atm. i also made this playlist (it’s for my script, but i i use it while writing this as well) for this if anyone wanted to listen

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Wanda had no idea why she was at school past the final bell, let alone on a weekend. She wouldn’t admit that she tagged along because she suddenly remembered you were a team captain.

No. Natasha wanted to stare, specifically at Carol Danvers and Maria Hill, who were on the opposite team. Emma was there because Scott was there, and Jean and Pietro were at his house alone. Vision was home due to an ankle injury that had him out for a week.

The girls sat in the parking lot while Nat was on the opposite teams sideline, flirting with a certain tall blonde. Tired of waiting, they walked over and stood by the gate as Wanda wrapped her lips around a loose cigarette. She blew out smoke as you stood at the pitch.

Emma and Scott walked to the bleachers, leaving her alone, not that she really minded it.

Her eyes wondered over to Peter on the sideline, taking pictures, probably for the school website. The whistle blew, and you kicked it out to Kate. Wanda had no idea what was going on, but she did know that when Carol tackled you hard, it wasn’t a good thing.

Carol smirked at your groaning figure as you landed hard on your shoulder. “Man, what the fuck?!” Kate yells, getting in Carol’s face. “Sorry.” She mocks, shrugging. You were lifted up, pulling Kate away before she did something she would regret.

Right after, you scored a goal on Carol, making her grimace as you and Kate did your signature handshake and dance.

The score was now 2-0.

There was six minutes left when Brunnhilde ‘accidentally’ hit Karolina in the nose with the ball. It seemed like St. Valkyries was full of bullies. You sighed walking the bench as halftime was called.

“Chavez!” The freshman looked up from the ground. “You’re in.” She pointed to herself, and Fury nodded while the older players snickered at her. “Come on! I don’t got all day.” The girl shoots up from the bench, giving a nervous look to her other friends. 

You clear your throat. “Ok, we’re gonna shift, so Daisy will take over Dean at front center, Chavez will be a defender, okay?” The girl nods as the whistle blows. The game went on, and Carol, being the asshole she was found a way to push America on the ground. 

You and Kate were tired of her. America seemed to be fine, and despite wanting to punch Carol, you wanted to stay civil. And so you did. After an attempt, you tried to score again, but missed. You fell off balance, running behind the goal, but your running stopped when you saw Wanda, now with a Sprite bottle in her hand, her hair pulled back in a messy ponytail. 

A weird feeling came over you as you waved at her, and she surprisingly waved back.  What you hadn’t known was when Wanda went to get herself a drink and some shockingly good nachos, she spotted Jennifer flirting under the bleachers with Frank Castle, who didn’t particularly seemed interested, but was playing along. 

She didn’t think it was her business to tell, and she didn’t want you to think she was playing a cruel trick on you as she had before. Like that time she complemented your suit for the 8th grade formal, and then embarrassed you on Instagram the next day. She didn’t want to be that anymore. 

She smiles, watching you run back to the field. The game doesn’t end much longer after that. After another aggressive tackle, Carol is finally benched, and you and Kate carried your team to a win. 

The team left you as you did an interview for the school’s news network, but not long after, you were drenched in water from the cooler, and you fell to your knees at the sensation. Wanda watched in amusement, not noticing Natasha leaving with Carol in her Jeep, and the fact that Emma and Scott left half an hour ago without telling her. 

“Shit!” She walked around the parking lot, even calling Vision because Pietro wouldn’t answer. “I’m sorry, darling, I’m not even in-I’m not even in town at the moment.” She sighs, muttering appreciation for even picking up. A beep startles her as the car she was standing by beeped. 

She was too shocked by the sound, that she didn’t notice you approaching. “Are you sure you’re not waiting for me this time?” The question startles her. She turns, sighing at your playful tone. “No. Um...I’m sorry for-My...” Friends wasn’t really a good word. “Emma and Nat...They-They left me here, my car is at home, so...” You nod. 

You could give her a ride. Jennifer was nowhere to be found after halftime, and you weren’t doing anything because you needed to rest despite your friends’ protests. “Uh...I could give you a ride, I think I remember where you live.” You shrug. Her eyes widened at the offer. “Seriously?” She cleared her throat to not seem so desperate to say. “Um. I-I don’t see why not...?” You smile, moving past to open the passenger door. 

“Ladies first.” She smiles back, sitting in the seat. 

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The ride was quiet, soft jazz you’d put on filling the silence. 

“Ya know...” Wanda looks up from her hands on her lap. “The last time we were this cordial...I could barely reach the pedal.” You say with a bright smile which seemed to be contagious as one spread on her face as well. “Do you still play the flute?” You ask suddenly, making her giggle. “Yeah. I’m in Advanced Band. Very fun.” She says, still looking forward. 

“Oh! That’s awesome, man. I don’t still play trombone, but I picked up guitar.” You smile, making her nod. “That’s nice.” As you reach a stoplight, you turn to her, giddy. “Did you like the game? I don’t know if I did good.” You were trying to resist wanting her approval, but you forgot that you were trying to ignore her. 

Talking to her like this felt like when you were just kids gossiping again. “Yeah! You were awesome. MVP of the night, even.” She exaggerates, but you not telling if she was joking, which she wasn’t, nod with a smile on your face. “Thanks.” There was a small bit of silence. 

“Do you still write songs?” These questions were throwing her off guard after the silent treatment she’d gotten for the past month. “Not really...”

“Why not?! You know my friend, Peter, he plays drums, and-and Bucky plays bass. You should totally make a band. Plus you can sing!” You suggest, making her laugh. “Oh, I don’t know...” You pull up to her street, turning into her community. 

“I forgot how fancy this place is.” You ride up to the gate, and wave to the guard. “Hi.” The man narrows his eyes, but Wanda leans beside you. “Hey, Jerry.” She waves, and the man lets you in. This community was actually very few houses, and more like divided property for about five or six properties for families. There were lakes, some properties had other houses, and sports courts. 

You and your family lived in an a bungalow on the rougher side of town. You’d finally gotten to her house, and noticed her father, Erik and the dean, Charles outside, smoking cigars it seemed like. “Thank you for the ride.” She says, taking you out of your staring at the men. 

“Yeah, no problem.” She almost leaned forward and gave you a thank you hug, but she decided against it. “I’ll see you Monday.”

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When you’d gotten home, you saw Jennifer on your porch, talking to your mom who was taking two mugs, and walking into the house. You parked, walking up the driveway. “Where were you?” She asked roughly, making you frown. 

“I could ask the same. I was dropping off a friend.” Friend. You hadn’t even meant to refer to Wanda as such, but it slipped out. “So Wanda is your friend now?” Your jaw clenches at her tone. “Are you jealous?” You chuckle. 

“You think this shit is funny? I was calling you for half an hour, Y/N. But I guess you were so enamored in Wanda’s red hair, and soft green eyes, that you couldn’t even answer your girlfriend’s calls, hmm?” You scoff. Your phone died when you left, and you’d given your charger chord to Kate, but of course she never returned things, so you turned on some old soundtrack CDs you’d left in your car. 

“My phone died, okay? I’m sorry.” She scoffs, brushing past you. “When you figure out how you actually feel, give me a call.”

“You’re being dramatic, nothing new of course.” 

“Fuck you, Y/N.”

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regal ties (pt. 2) - wanda maximoff

a/n: here’s part 2! thanks for the love on the first

Pairing: wanda maximoff x knight!female!reader, slight natasha romanoff x reader

i ii

The next morning you were up before dawn. You arrived by Wanda’s cottage, and waited outside. After a while, one of her new servants, Anna Marie, had let you in.

As Wanda slept in her room, she could hear light conversation. “So…you and Natasha? I swore you were courting another.” You scoff, taking a bite from the bread bowl. “Nonsense! Shall I ask you of Sir Remy?” The girl blushes, bowing her head.

“He does not know if the likes of me, Y/N.”

“I beg to differ, Ms. Marie.” She frowns, sitting up as she moves out of bed, rubbing her eyes with a yawn. She opens the door, and your breath hitches as you stand at attention. You bow your head.

“Princess.” The action before seemed to knock the breath from you as you stood with your hands behind your back. “Y/N.” The sight of you seemingly submissive and ready to serve made her feel like a princess again.

She had almost softened up to you yesterday, but a nagging in her head told her not to. “It seems you like to relax, eat my food, and talk to my servant despite you being here to watch me.” You gulped, shaking your head no.

“It’s not her fault, princess, I-“ Wanda smiles, holding her hand out to Anna, silencing the girl. “Is there anything I’m to attend to?” Your jaw clenched, but you nod.

“I am meant to escort you to breakfast with your family, and your father’s advisors. A welcome back, I’m sure.” She hums, looking back at the other girl. “Anna, is it?” She nods rapidly with anxiety. “Come.” She walks back towards her room, but turns to you once more with a smirk.

“At ease.” You let out a breath, your shoulders untensing as they leave the room.

<>

After escorting her, you end up in the training grounds, sparring with Clint and Natasha.

They doubled on you, but you fought back with your training stick and shield. “So…how’s the princess?” Clint asks with a smirk. “Everyone wants to know, huh?” The man chuckles, swinging his own training sword into the shield.

“My mom used to watch her when she was young, she was either a brat or a sweetheart depending on the day.” Natasha chuckles, continuing the sparring. You smirk as the two bang their sticks on your shield.

You push back, turning to hit your stick on Clint’s side. “Dead.” You duck under Natasha’s swing, pretending to stab her side. “Dead.” The two groan as you pull back.

“Yelena!” The girl looks up from her pot of food with a mouth full, making you giggle. “Come on! It’s your turn!”

“Oh, no I’m good.” She smiles, continuing to eat. “It’s either training or I walk you to the laundry room on my way to the princess.” Her eating stops, food falling into her shirt.

She looks up to you with a glare, making Natasha laugh. “You heard her!”

“Die, Natalia!”

<>

When you met back up with Wanda, she seemed tired and famished which meant she ate well. “I wanna go to the shore, I haven’t stepped in water since I was very young.” You sighed, wondering how many things she hadn’t done in Italy. You knew why Pietro hadn’t finished his education. His father was getting older, and he needed to be schooled on the ways of a king.

“Do you know any Italian?” Wanda smirks, nodding as you walk down the tons of stairs towards the shore

“Non lo so, dimmelo tu.”

“Bene, cosa hai studiato?” The brunette’s eyes widen as she stops, curling the red scarf around her shoulders closer to her. “You know Italian?” You nod, holding your hands on the top of your belt. “You’re insufferable.” She muses with a less than kind smile. “Well, excuse me princess, but as head of this kingdom’s guard, it is essential that I know the languages of possible enemies or allies.” Wanda scoffs, walking ahead as she steps down the final step.

As she does, she doesn’t notice you halting as you watch Natasha wash and hang her clothes. You walked slowly as she felt your stare before she looked up. A smile graced her features as she waved back to you. “Y/N!” You jump at the exclamation.

Around you notice people who were working now bowing at Wanda’s presence. “Yes, princess?” You gulped nervously as she looked over at Natasha. She huffs, motioning for you to come to her. “Come.” And so you did, you continued to walk behind her. There was a small moment where you pushed her out of the way of a puddle, stepping your already dirty boots into the mud.

When you got down to the shore, you sighed, closing your eyes as you took in a breath of the tide’s air. Wanda watched you with a watchful eye, before begging to strip off her clothes. You hadn’t noticed until you were startled by the tossing of a large dress in your face.

You yelped, opening your eyes, but immediately closing them as Wanda stripped. “Erm…what are you doing, princess?” You slowly open your eyes. She makes a soft gasp as she begins to untie her corset.

A groan escapes her as she stretches out her back. “I’m going for a swim.”

“Oh no, I-I cannot let you.”

“How come?”

“The tide is high, and I-I-I’m sure you can swim. It’s just that I cannot let you out of my sights, Princess.”

Wanda scoffs, walking up to you. “Cannot or will not? If you seek to make demands, assert your dominance, Dame Y/LN.” You chuckle at the use of your title, stretching your jaw in annoyance.

“I do not wish to assert dominance, but assure your safety, Princess. I hope you understand my worry.”

The brunette scoffs, smiling as she takes off towards. “Princess!” The dock was empty as the fishermen were off that day, so she didn’t have to worry about much as she jumped into the water.

Groaning, you ran after her, catching yourself on the edge. She hadn’t risen from the water, making you worry. “Princess?! Princess!” No response. “Wanda?!” You could see her hand floating, and your face drained with worry, remembering the rocks underneath the dock.

“Fuck!” Ripping off your shirt, you dive into the water. You can see her floating, her eyes closed. Exclaiming under the water, you swim to her, pulling her up over the water with her one hand. You then hold her against you as you pop onto the dock.

Slapping her face to wake her, you begin to get more worried. You couldn’t see any indication she was hit with a rock. “Wanda? Hey, hey! Hey, Wanda, can you hear me?” Your face drops when you hear her laugh.

A smile grows on her face, her pearly white teeth showing, making you frown. Scoffing, you push back as her eyes open. Her laughing never stops as she watches you look embarrassed. “Sorry, that was hilarious.” She laughs.

“Far from it.” You groan, standing up. You gather her dress and corset, walking away from the dock. “Oh, come on! I got you good, you must admit!”

<>

“Listen, I’m sorry about her. She loves pushing buttons.” Pietro says as he buttons his jacket. “Buttons were certainly pushed, my lord.”

He chuckles, watching as you grab the hilt of your sword. “At ease, she’s just Wanda. You are a warrior, I know you’ve had worse pupils than her.”

“Yes, but I have to see her every day.”

“Fair.”

The guard was setting off to the mainland to confront enemies across the shore, and no one trusted Wanda to rule Sokovia for a week, despite it being her birthright. There was set to be a council meeting on whether Baron Zemo would be a better fit.

There were also rumors that you were being considered to advise her. “What would you do if you were king? Queen?”

“King, my lord. The title still stands. If I were, I’d change nothing.”

“How come?”

“Well, your father’s policies, trade partners, laws…they’re all things I’ve agreed upon.”

A knock on the door startles you as you see Wanda on the threshold. “Brother. Dame.” Pietro scoffs.

“Y/N told me of your stunt this morning.” She looks over to you with a glare, making you gulp. “You’re not very funny, sestra.”

“I beg to differ.” Groaning, the young man shakes his head in disappointment. “Y/N, you’re dismissed. Take your day.” You don’t question his word, bowing as you walk towards the threshold. “What about me?”

“Father wants us to spend the day together.”

“Of course he does.”

<>

When he let you go, you immediately ran to Natasha’s cottage. Her parents and Yelena live across the way, but when she turned 19, you and Bucky had built this cottage where the school used to be for her.

You didn’t have to knock as she opened the door for you. “My beautiful oaf.” You blush as she caresses your face, before bringing you into her home.

“What brings you here?”

“The prince let me take my day.” Natasha smiles, nodding as she takes a plate of cooked fish, placing it before you. “Well, since you’re here, I made fish. Your favorite.” Humming, you quickly bite through the fish.

“Would it be alright if I stayed the night tonight?” She smiles, sitting in the chair before you. “Yes. I hope you know you never have to ask, Y/NN.” She scoots around the table, sitting closer to you.

You were going to quip back, but decided to close in on a kiss. “Why don’t we relax on my day off?” Natasha smiles, nodding as she stands. She grabs your hand, ripping you out of the chair, and into her room.

ease into it (pt. 6) - wanda maximoff

a/n: thanks for the love on this series, and i do promise to continue writing on other characters, including maddy, and i’m adding some new ones!

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The morning after, you were mopey. You’d let another group for the theatre that day, and Wanda was worried. It was a test day, but when asked if you wanted the last 20 minutes of class in there, you didn’t even move.

“Hey.” Her soft hand grasped you shoulder as Kate watched. You looked over at her, shocking your friends as that was the most reaction had gotten out of you all day. “Are you okay?” The tests had been turned in, and her friends, especially Vision and her brother watched in shock as she approached you.

“Yeah…I’m fine.” You smile. “I’m sorry if I got you in trouble for last night. I hope I didn’t.”

You shake your head. “My mom wasn’t mad, she was slightly upset, but it’s all good.” She wasn’t referring to that, noticing the way you’d been staring at Jennifer in the cafeteria during breakfast that morning, it was sad. 

“That’s good. I’ll see you later?” You nod, clenching your jaw as she walks back to her seat. 

———

Of course you went back to Jennifer.

And of course it was that day, in the quad, cue the eyeroll. 

Why did Wanda expect you to not be so dependent, and actually listen to your head for once? She found herself watching you guys everyday at school, and her friends had interpreted it differently than her.

“Ya know she’s a fucking slut.” Emma says, making Jean and Natasha hum. “I mean, she’s fucked the entire student body, and now she’s apparently into girls. The only person that would willingly touch Y/N with a ten foot pole.” They were in gym, sitting on the bleachers with noted excuses, and watching the others attempt to play volleyball.

“I hope she doesn’t get herpes,” Jean giggles. “She doesn’t have herpes, okay? She may have arthritis in her hands, but it’s not contagious.” Wanda mutters, making the girls look at her strangely. “And how exactly do you know that?” Natasha smirks.

Wanda’s eyes widen as she notices her thoughts were no spoken out loud. “Oh. Um...she-she tutors me. She-She told me she might have it because her hands freeze up when she types. Her mom has it.” God, she should’ve stopped there. Before she could feel the inkling that the girls would day something to Y/N, she felt long, slender fingers grasp her shoulders.

A warm mouth kissed her neck, and she had to pretend and bite her lip as if she enjoyed it. She lifted her head, capturing Vision’s lips. The kiss deepened, and she could hear cheering from her friends and bystanders alike. “Alright! Alright! Maximoff, Stark! Separate, or it’s detention with me!” The two smile, separating.

She felt slightly happy when she saw your gaze. The confidence she had thought she began to lose around you came back as you looked as though you were jealous. Wanda Maximoff had you wrapped around her finger, still.

But that was not enough, because you were wrapped around someone else’s finger much tighter.

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That didn’t necessarily matter to her, because she tried to get as close to you as she could. She invited you over to her house for tutoring. “You’re serious?” Peter asks. You nod nervously and Gwen and MJ can’t control their laughter as Kate smirks. 

“Come on, suave! You got two hot...she-devils coming after you! Give me your secret, Y/LN.” You roll your eyes. “I don’t have a secret, okay? Ask Peter, his two she-devils are right here.” You point at Gwen and MJ, who’s laughing stops as their jaws drop. “Oh! There’s another! And another!” You point, making Peter glare at you. 

“Says the one in love with the real she-devil, Wanda. Of all people, you have the audacity-”

“Should I tell Peter about the Brant incident, or...” MJ’s mouth closes as she sits back in her chair. “Brant incident? Like Betty Brant? I though she was dating Ned.” He asks, making you snicker as you leave to throw away your plate. 

As you walk over to the restroom, you conveniently bump into Wanda. “God, I’m sorry! Oh-Hey, Wanda.” You two conversed quietly, smiles on your lips as both of your friend groups watched from opposite sides of the lunchroom. 

“Ya know...she invited her over for dinner tonight.” Vision hadn’t been told about this. He was never invited over for dinner, at least not by Wanda. 

Strange. 

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When you arrive at their house, and eat dinner, her parents were wary about meeting another one of Wanda’s ‘friends’, but they liked you. Even Pietro’s perception of you began to shift as you came out of your shell. You were smart, and seemed to be a good influence on Wanda as her grade had risen, and her attendance seemed to improve when you started to tutor her. 

They were quite grateful to the point where they’d given you a check outside of the school. 

“Oh! Goodness, this is...a lot...Mr. Lensherr. I don’t think I should-” Wanda’s hand grasped your as you ate dinner with them. 

“Take it...It’s yours.” It only took one night for Pietro and her parents to warm up to you. The memories of how you made him and his sister laugh with your antics so long ago made him quite nostalgic. 

You joked about similar interests, and previous grudges or intensity became ignored as you spoke in a way that didn’t patronize either twin for the cruelty they gave you

“You are a much better friend than her other ones.” He compliments, making you chuckle as you sat in his game room. Wanda and her mother opted to do the dishes. 

“Isn’t your girlfriend one of them?”

“Ex.”

“Oh? I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, mother hated her anyway. Took me a while to see the light,  and past her voluptuous breasts.” You giggle at the description. “Y/N.” A soft voice called.

You turned around, spotting Wanda at the door. She thought this was a dream, and that she’d wake up soon. “Can we talk for a second?” You nod, following her out of the room.

She’d suggested you walk outside of the house, she wanted to give you a tour, which was suggested by her mother considering you were a guest. As you did walk the premises, you hadn’t seen Vision riding towards the house. He eyed you both curiously from afar. 

It was very weird, but he’d seen you. Getting close to his girlfriend. He didn’t like it, at all. “I hope that us talking more means we could be friends?” You thought about it, and a new confidence burst within you. 

“Oh...I don’t know.” You say with a smirk, making her roll her eyes. “Friends are close, we talk...we’re honest. At least most of the time.” You pause, before regarding her completely. “Does this mean I have to be friends with you friends?” You asked with a cringing expression. 

“No...” Good. 

“Cool, well...” You tapped your chin, pretending to think about it. “I guess we could be friends.” She smiles widely. 

“Thank you...” What you said about friends being honest had stuck with her afterwards.

———

Because of course…Jennifer was at it again. 

This time, she was riding with the head of Asgard Prep’s rugby team, Hercules. He did look like a god, so at least she had taste? She exited his very fancy Maserati, and walked towards the science building off campus, but not before giving him a kiss. 

“No fucking way...” Emma mutters, knocking Wanda from her staring. “Oh, this is big.” Oh goodness. Wanda prayed this wouldn’t come up, especially in English class. “I can see it now, Jennifer Walters, class slut breaking the pure heart of the ugly toad that is Y/N Y/LN.” Jean pretends to report into an imaginary mic. 

Wanda wanted to say something, but she minded her business, became complacent, and despite you only restarting your relationship a few months ago, she hated lying to you. 

But how could she?

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You had a lot on your mind. The fact that you took Jennifer back a little too fast, and the fact that Wanda was on your mind now. The show in the gym the day before had you reeling, and despite there having been sexual frustration, you hadn’t taken it out on Jennifer. 

That was your biggest issue. It was something you’d talked about of the last few summers. It wasn’t as if you were afraid, but you were very wary. “Look, if you don’t wanna have sex, or you don’t want me, just tell me.” But you had to push that out of your mind. 

It was finals week, and you had thankfully helped Wanda bring her 68 up to a 90 in just a few weeks. That cheered you 

You remembered when she came in with the report card. She busted in the library doors, quickly buzzing as she showed it to you. “OH. MY. GOD.” You whispered, eyes widened crazily as you grab the sides of her face.

She almost thought you were going to kiss her, but you pulled her in for a hug. “Finally, someone who actually worked for it. God, I love you, Wanda.” The declaration was harmless to you, but everything to Wanda. 

“Made my day, really.”

“I’m glad I could.”

———

It was now the last week to practice for the play before break. 

Everyone cooperated, and Jean was at least enjoying herself, despite her misplaced hatred for you. She seemed to show a surprising amount of joy when she got a scene completely right, and enjoyed insulting Sam, even if it was make-believe. 

“This is actually very soothing, Y/N. I’m thankful you made a character as mean as I am.” You were nervous at the first genuine smile she gave you. “Oh, no. Of course! You-Uh...you deserve it...I think.” You nod, turning to a giggling Wanda. 

The practice went smoothly when it came to formulating the scenes, and the lighting cues. Afterwards, you were last to leave as always, and Wanda waited for you. 

“I am actually waiting for you this time.” She chuckles. You adjust your bag on your shoulder as she walks closer. “I want to thank you. Despite our uh...despite me hurting you, and not being a good friend, I’m very thankful for you giving me a second chance.” You smile back. Not noticing Vision watching you from the top of the stairs. 

“No problem. I want to say I was raised to give every forgiveness, but my parents hold grudges, so...” Wanda chuckles, leaning up to give you a peck on the cheek. “Stay cute, Y/N. It suits you.” Wanda walks up the stairs, not having seen Vision hide behind a wall. 

She walks right past him, but he startles her. “Are you cheating on me?” She jumps, turning around as Vision got in her space. Cheating? He was one to talk. That was something he and Jennifer had much in common with, considering they were doing it when you were doing tutoring sessions. 

When he wasn’t licking her father and Pietro’s boots, he was still calling Jennifer. Wanda wasn’t stupid, She knew he wasn’t out of town all those times. “What?”

“You heard me.” She scoffs. 

“Me? Cheating? Says you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” The bell rang, and the hallway began to fill. “It means that I’m not stupid, Vision. You’re not as good of a liar you claim to be, I mean...” She scoffs once more. 

Down the steps, you were far enough to not hear the argument, but then you remember you leant Wanda your red pen, that was your favorite gel pen. “Shit.” Was it worth it? You had 5 minutes and 47 seconds to get to class. It wasn’t that far, and you’re sure she wouldn’t mind. 

You turned, booking it to get back through the crowd and up the stairs. “All you do is suck up and sleep with fucking Jennifer Walters. And-And Jean, and the lady in the book room, Agatha? You’re fucking sick, Vision!” You almost couldn’t hear your ears, wondering if you imagined the first part. 

The tall blonde noticed you behind her as her fury raged on. He smirks, looking back down at Wanda. “What about Jennifer?” Wanda scoffs, still not noticing you. 

“What do you want to hear, that she’s been cheating on Y/N since the summer? God, you should’ve heard what Jean said. “Reporting, class slut, Jennifer Walters, breaking the heart of the toad that is Y/N Y/LN.” God...” Tears threatened to break from the dams as you pushed through the remainder of the crowd. 

“Well, I’m sure Y/N would like to hear that again for herself.” He says, looking right at you. “Wha-?” She turns, shocked as you stare down at her. “She’s cheating on me?” You ask, making her stumble on her words. 

“Yeah. You think she gets off on flowers, and hot make-outs? She’s a woman, and I bet when she has sex with you, she thinks of me. But wait…she doesn’t, because from what I’ve heard, you’re a prude.” He smirks. “You’re a freak who can barely make a fist without your fingers freezin’ up, what makes you think you could pleasure her?” 

Wanda is shaking her head at you. “Y/N, I’m-”

“How long did you know?”

“When you took me home that night, but wasn’t any of my bus-”

“That was two weeks ago...”

“I know...and I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. I-”

“Didn’t want to crush the toad’s heart.”

“No, I-”

You begin to walk away, but a shrill voice stops you. “He’s not the only one, ya know...” Emma Frost. “While you were playing dress up with your middle school crush, Jenny was fucking the entirety of Asgard Prep’s rugby team. It was an orgy, in case you wanted to know.”

Some of the students are either recording, giggling, or wincing. You turned around, watching Wanda’s desperate gaze. You could feel a familiar hand on your shoulder as Peter pulled you out of that hallway. 

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ease into it (pt. 9) - wanda maximoff

a/n: so this book is on chapter away from being over, and i thank everyone who’s been reading this book for the past two months. also thank you all for 1k+ followers like WOW

Warning (s): brief mention of suicide, (18+)? smut

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It had been two months since then. Ignoring her “for good” was one of your plans, but never the mission.

By this point Jennifer cheating on you, and Wanda putting you in a horrible position was the worst of your bad luck. You sprained your knee during practice the Monday after the party.

Jennifer got the last word, and publicly embarrassed you more than she already had by breaking it off in the middle of the lunch period? It was sick.

But at least you did have your friends. Even if the teasing as they watched you limp around school got a little old. The other good part was that Wanda gave you your space. No longing stares in English or P.E, and she kept to herself during lunch. Sometimes you did spare a glance, but she never noticed.

The next time you did see her was at an early graduation party. The night after graduation practice. Gwen had dragged you there as her date because Peter and MJ skipped out.

But of course, she slipped away to find something to drink. “You want something?” You denied a drink, and she shrugged before walking away. You walked to a quieter corner of the large house.

Some rooms were dead silent because of the space. You walked outside to an empty porch, everyone else in the front of the house. The smell of burning nicotine bothered your senses as you watched a girl smoke from behind her.

“That shit kills.” You muttered, a small smile on your face as she turned around, confirming your suspicions. Wanda’s jaw clenched as she turned back around. “I sure hope so.” You chuckle, walking over to sit in the chair next to her.

“Nah, I’m just joking. You know what’s best for you, I can’t control you.”

“So considerate.”

“Ya know…I feel less tense here. Like I don’t want to throw up.” Wanda smiles, a sigh escaping.

“Yes, I live to hear that every time you saw me before this, you wanted to throw up.” She sighs again, looking down at her wrist watch. “Uh, I have to go. I don’t even know why I stayed-“ She begins to stand. “Pietro forced me to come here, despite it being Emma’s house, and-“ That explained the white decor.

Before she could move to the door, your hand caught her arm with your hand. “Hold on. Stay. I just...Kate is on a date...that was so bad.” You chuckle. 

“Um...Gwen is partying it up, and I just want silence. I could go home, but I’m sure from the times you and your...ex friends?...used to watch me in the morning, you’d know my car’s shit.” Wanda wanted to laugh, but she simply clenches her jaw more if it were possible. 

“I’m glad someone enjoys solace in silence.” Wanda lets out a deep breath before sitting back down. “Are you going to college?” You ask. She shakes her head. “I wanna kill myself.” The answer slightly shocks you, your eyes widening. “Oh.”

“It’s not because of you, actually. My mind wanted me to say that, like I was spiting you, but you don’t deserve that. I’ve felt this way a long time actually.” You lean over, placing a hand on her shoulder. “You don’t have to comfort me, because I know what I’ve done.” She says, shrugging you off. 

“One day, Emma was calling you fat. I just couldn’t-I didn’t say anything, but I saw you with the plastic fork...you placed it on your throat. In public, you were just pressing it down. I avoided looking at you after that to hold my guilt. And I saw you in a bathroom, or heard you, crying, and...” Your eyes began to water as you remembered those days. 

“I know you want me to.” She stared in your eyes, and your silence spoke for you. Her eyebrow raises as smiles. “I don’t. I-You don’t have to feel this way. Listen.” You grab her hand. “I’ve gotten over it.”

“Have you? I’m still not over that time you called me a fat pig in that letter.” You try to contain your laughter, making Wanda laugh. You had gotten closer that you almost taste the nicotine on her breath. “I so deserved that. Look, I don’t know why I let it get to that, but-” Before she could continue, you captured her lips in a kiss. 

“Don’t kill yourself, you’re so sexy haha.” You say with a smirk as you separate the kiss, making her bust out in a laugh. “You’re so corny.”

“Oh, come on! You loved my shitty jokes back in the day!”

“I was in love with you, of course I laughed every time!” You scoff in disbelief. “Was!?”

“Am. I am.”

“Me too, kinda. I deserve millions of apologies, and smoothies, and peanut butter crackers.” 

“You suck.”

“You swallow.”

“I do not!”

Later that night, you kept talking. Eventually getting the idea to leave, you snuck past Pietro, and walked home, to hers at least. Then she invited you in. “AHT! We just started over and you wanna steal base?” Wanda frowns, not understanding the baseball reference. 

“When you steal base that means that you go to the next one withou-” Before you finished she shut you up with a kiss as you had before. “That should be our thing.” You mutter. “What?”

“We talk too much, so the ‘shutting up with a kiss’ thing, I like it.” She rolls her eyes, walking past you to close her front door. Looking back at you, she tilts her head. “Have you ever...?” You scrunch your face. “Have I ever, what?” 

“Had sex?” Your eyebrows raise as you shake your head no. “Me neither, not really. It’s never meant anything to me, but if we...I feel like it would.”

“Say no more.” You back away, running upstairs to the room you remembered so well. “No fucking way...” She whispered to herself. A week ago she wasn’t even looking your way out of respect, and now you wanted her to touch her. The first thing she did when she walked up the stairs in a daze was see you, half naked. 

“Full circle. Technically you’re the first girl I’ve ever kissed. 5th grade party, truth or dare. I was the resident lesbian, and...yeah.” She smiles, taking off her jacket and shoes, and almost every other article of clothing except her bra and panties. 

You simply stared in awe. She turned to lock the door, and jumped onto you, slamming you both into the bed with a laugh. You began to kiss, scooting up further onto the bed as you turned her on her back. 

She moaned as you attacked her neck, your hands slipping down her underwear as you placed your index and middle fingers between her vagina lips. She moaned harder as you rubbed in the correct spot over and over. “Oh my God!” She yelled, a soft moan leaving her lips as yours travelled farther down her body. 

Wanda had since removed her bra, and you looked up at her as you sucked on her nipple, satisfying her in a way she didn’t even know how. Kisses down her chest, her thighs, and then you went down on her. She’d never felt so good in her life. “Y/N!”

You smirk, looking up at her between her legs. “Keep going, keep going!” You do as told, going back down as your tongue caressed all the right spots. “Unh! Shit!” You slowed down, going back up her body, not even paying attention to load that had bursts onto your face. “Holy shit.” Wanda laughs. You braze your tongue over your top lip with a smirk. 

“Not half bad.” In turn, she satisfied you the same way. Caressing you breast as she licked inside of you, and fingered you. Your load was a lot more, and came faster which made her smile. “Oh, detka...you’re so nervous. So tight, so supple.” You moaned as she kissed you again, biting your lip. “Wanda...” You whispered. 

When she’d finished, you were so tired from your wrist hurting, and your head pounding. You two cover yourselves with the covers, sighing as Wanda stared at you. 

“Virgin my ass.” She mutters, making you chuckle. “You were too good to not know anything.” You shrug. 

“Nah, I just, I’m the pussy whisperer.” She laughs as she snuggles into you. “Do you want hand sanitizer, I feel like you want to ask me.” You hum, making her laugh and stand as she goes to her closet, but when she comes back, you’re already asleep, making her smile. 

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