Him - Maddy Perez

him - maddy perez

Summary: a good day turns worse

a/n: so every maddy story i’ve written is connected, they’re all here, probably going to start writing drabbles going back to s1

After Maddy found out the truth, Cassie didn’t seem like she wanted to actually apologize.

You and Kat were there for her the most, and she appreciated it. Sometimes you’d come over during the day at her job to keep Maddy company, and let her vent. “I think he likes you.” She mutters as she exits Theo’s bedroom.

“Probably because I got him ice cream.” You smirk. “Yeah, that was totally it.” She giggles, grabbing your hand as she pulls you into the living room. When you reach the large windows, she wraps your arms around her chest. She sighs.

“This fucking house is so…”

“You feel like…this is what your life should be like?” You ask, putting your head on her shoulder. She nods. “Yeah…”

“I’ll take you wherever.”

———

Later that night, Samantha had arrived when you were about to leave. “I’m sorry if I’m like…uh, I’m Y/N. Maddy’s…”

“She’s my girlfriend.” Maddy answers. “Oh, how nice! You’re really cute.” The woman says, making you chuckle nervously. “Thanks.”

She walks to her fridge, pulling out a bottle of wine. “Well, I want to go for a swim.” She looks at Maddy, then you. “You can join, if you want.” You look at Maddy who nods.

———

You kept swimming around as Maddy and Samantha talked, and the two stopped for a second as you jumped out.

“Ya know, compared to the people you just told me about…I have a feeling you’ve found that person.” Maddy stayed silent as she watched you walk over. You bent between the two, looking at the older woman.

“Is it okay if I use your restroom?” The woman smirks, looking back up at you. “You already were when I got here, so…”

“Yeah! I know-I was…I know, I was just…asking permission this time.” She nods at you. “Yeah, you don’t have to ask.” You nod, walking off as she chuckles with Maddy. “She’s…interesting.”

“Yeah, definitely not Nate.”

———

When you pulled up to Maddy’s house, you noticed a very familiar truck parked a few houses away from hers, but decided to ignore it.

Pulling into the driveway, you park the car, seeing that neither her mother’s or father’s car was there. “We got the house to ourselves.” Maddy smirks. “Wanna watch a movie?” You nod.

“Downstairs? Or in the…bedroom?” You wiggle your eyebrows, making her hit you in the chest. “Ow!”

“Downstairs, fuckin’ pervert!” You gasp, running your chest. “Ok! God!” She giggles, unbuckling her seatbelt. “Just let me take my stuff upstairs first. Straighten up.” You nod as she gets out first with you following.

———

As she waltzed upstairs, you pulled all tons of snacks out of her pantry and refrigerator.

Several juices, and even a leftover slice of New York cheesecake that you bought for Maddy the night before. Humming to yourself, you move over to the couch, plopping down as you turn on the TV.

You start a movie, and when it’s almost ten minutes in, you have a weird feeling.

Yes, Maddy’s room was a mess, but usually you cleaned it as she watched. There’s no way that was what she was doing. “Maddy?! Babe?!” No response.

Now you were worried. You reach in your boot, grabbing a small hunting knife just in case. Maybe you were beign dramatic, because maybe she just fell in the shower. Or maybe she’s taking forever as usually with makeup that she did not need to put on for a date night with you. 

These thoughts reigned in your mind as you trailed up the stairs. When you reached the top of the hallway, you stopped in your tracks, eyes widened at the sight before you.

Nate Jacobs exiting her room.

You hadn’t noticed what was in his hand before you retracted the blade. When he closes the door behind you can hear a faint cry. He turns to face you, a sigh escaping his lips as a small glint of the light shining from the window behind gives you a glance at the revolver in his hand.

“I didn’t hurt her.” He mutters. Your jaw clenched as he approached you slowly. Your eyes widened at every pace, and the urge to stab him in his large neck was replaced by the feeling that you might die right here.

Instead of him shooting you dead like you expected, he ran down the stairs and out of the house. You stood there for a few seconds before letting go a deep breath that had developed in those few seconds.

Your first instinct was to run to Maddy’s room. Carefully opening the door, you can hear small cries as the rain patters on the window. “Maddy?” You called out softly. Her mascara stained face barely looked up and you swiftly fell to her side.

You wanted to talk and comfort her, but you didn’t. You stayed with her that night, holding her as her tears wet your shirt.

She ended up getting over it quite fast. This surprised you because Maddy could hold a grudge. Like that one time you ditched her and Cassie to ‘hang out’ with Jules at your place. She was pissed.

Now? She was way too calm about it, especially when Cassie and Nate would walk around school looking insane. That Monday morning, the two walked through the hallway, and Cassie looked…different. Not a good kind by the way.

You didn’t want to be harsh, but not only was she probably emulating Maddy, she just was doing it in a sluttier fashion. “Well she sure does looks the part.” Maddy mused, making you and Kat snicker.

Turning towards her, you kiss her on the lips. “Hey, I’ll see you later, ok?” She nods, watching you walk off.

the maddy ficsss are goood you should make it a series the storyline is really good

thank you! i might start some drabbles considering the season is almost over probably going back to the first season

uhm bro ur maddy fics are like seriously good and i second that u do keep writing them hehe :) ty for ur time

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when my life is over - w.m

Summary: Wanda could have what she wants, but at what cost?

A/N: HUGE MOM Spoilers, so if you haven’t seen it, I’d suggest you not read it💁🏽‍♀️ also my first fic in months who else cheered

America opened the portal back to the 838 universe and Wanda was at a loss for words.

Her boys were there, she could feel you too. Her mind went back to the small while earlier when she possessed the Wanda of the universe.

She sat, still hugging Billy and Tommy when the door began to open. Her head popped up as you walked in, her breath hitching as you placed your keys by the door. “Mommy!” The boys left Wanda, hugging your legs. “Oh, hey guys! Hey! Alright, calm down.” You looked up at her as you let a chuckle. You slightly frowned, almost as if you felt that some thing was off.

“You alright?” She nods, swallowing her spit as quickly walks over to you, engulfing you in a tight hug. “Oh! Alrighty then, triple hugs. I like it.” She smiles as she inhaled your scent.

“I see I missed dinner.” She looks back at the table, sighing as she nods. The boys moved back to the couch as you stood with Wanda. “Yeah. It’s a little late.” She smiles.

You snort, shaking your head. “No shit.”

“OH! Bad language! Mommy said bad language!” You roll your eyes, placing your bag by the door. “Isn’t it past your bedtime?” You walk to the kitchen, Wanda following silently behind you. “Ya know, we caught something today.” She hums in amusement as you search through the fridge.

“A multiversal traveler, and another Doctor Strange! He kept looking at me weird, wondering how I was alive? When I told him I stopped using magic a long time ago, he was shocked, crazy right?” Wanda nods, a lone tear slipping from her eye.

She remembers it all. Trying to reverse the snap almost killed you, and you’d failed, but you lived. That was until you were so drained that when Thanos stabbed you with his giant blade, you couldn’t be healed. You died in her arms that day.

After the Civil War, you’d promised to stop. You obviously never kept that promise. But here you did, you were alive. The boys were alive. She was happy here. “Hey. It’s not really me, I’m-I’m me…if you know what I mean?” Wanda laughs to herself, the first bit of genuine joy she’d felt in a while.

“I’m alive and well, I promise. No more dark magic and stuff, just us.” You pull her close, kissing her on the forehead.

The boys cowered away, begging Wanda not to hurt them as this world’s was tossed away. She tried to get them to stop throwing things at her, and eventually the gif behind the bannister of the stairs.

It wasn’t long that you’d come to the top of the stairs, holding her back with a spell. “Leave us alone, witch!” Her heart dropped at the venom you’d spit. You shackled her hands, pushing her into the middle of the living room, and the boys ran over to their mom.

“Who are you?!” You yell. “I-“ She breaks down in a sob, and your heart breaks slightly at the sight, despite you feeling evil magic radiating from her. You’d only looked at her like this once, when you’d met in Sokovia. She was on the bad side, and you were helping the Avengers.

When she turned sides, you’d never looked at her like that again. She never wanted you to feel that way about her ever again, is this really what she wanted? For you all to see her as a monster?

Your eyes caught the young universe traveler looking on sadly. She was 616 Strange’s Wanda, which meant…

“Let her go, baby.” Your eyes moved to your wife who had told her sons to stay put. You did as she asked, running over to your sons to protect them. “It’s alright, it’s alright.”

Your Wanda caressed the other Wanda’s face. “Just know they will be loved.” Your Wanda recalled all the horrible dreams of you dying in her arms, assuming this was that Wanda. “All of them.” She reassured.

America closed the portal, and Wanda simply sobbed.

ease into it - wanda maximoff

Summary: getting assigned a project with a school ice queen seems like a fun time, right?

a/n: another wanda au cuz i’m bored.

Story Masterlist

Xavier Prep had split itself into two categories, or at least the students did. There was the scholarship kids, and then the rich kids. Of course the rich kids made this comparison to seem superior, and it worked in a way. 

Surprisingly, there were very few kids there on a scholarship. Enough to count on the hand at least. The rest were filthy rich, well equipped with people to take their important tests, and Ivies ready with spots to fill.

Unfortunately for you, you were not a lucky rich kid. The dean was friends with your aunt, and that’s how you’d gotten the connection to this school back in 9th grade. Now you were working in the tutoring center to help pay for tuition, because your parents couldn’t afford this school, uniforms, and your younger sisters’ activities. 

$2300 a month was robbery.

The money was good, and it helped that teachers were very adamant on making sure you got payed. You were glad considering the amount of sessions you were skipped out on, or the way the richer kids would treat you like you were their maid. You recalled that one time Quentin Beck had given you $500 to tell Dr. Banner that he’d come to sessions to get off of his back. 

Of course you took it, but you felt weird about it. And of course the richer kids loathed your intelligence because their money made up for that. “Y/LN.” Ms. Palmer calls. 

You stood from your seat, walking to the front to her desk. “This was a phenomenal essay, you should submit it to the contest we’re having next weekend.” You smile, taking the paper. “Aren’t you like the main judge? Wouldn’t that be biased?” You laugh, the older woman chuckling. “Yes, but I won’t be the only one, consider it.” You nod, walking back to your desk. 

As you walked, your eyes averted slightly to look at Wanda, your crush since 9th grade. You know she probably didn’t remember when you were lab partners, or all the time you held the door, but you did. When you made it back to your seat, you were still staring as she talked to Natasha. 

“You’re pathetic.” MJ mutters from beside you, making you jump. Peter snorts, adjusting his uniform tie as he sits up in his chair. “I am not pathetic.” You mumble, focusing on the worksheet you all had just been handed. A hand grasped your shoulder from behind, making you smirk. 

“You’re pathetic.” Kate repeats with a smile. She sits back, making you roll your eyes. “It’s never gonna happen, man.” MJ mocks, placing a hand on your other shoulder. “Obviously, plus I think I’m perfectly fine single, and lonely, and...” You pause, making your friends sigh. 

“Oh, brother.” Kate mutters. “Ya know what? Fuck you, Kate. That’s why Coach is gonna make you run laps all day while I get to actually practice.” Kate scoffs as your other friends snort.

“Yeah, right. You can barely run half a pole without get winded.” You roll your eyes, sitting back as Ms. Palmer stands at the front of the class. “Attention!” Almost everyone quiets down, and the extra noise easily annoys you.

“I have a project for you all, but since Ms. Maximoff, and Ms. Grey, and Ms. Romanoff are so busy in conversation…” Natasha looks up from her phone, silencing herself as Wanda and Jean look up at the teacher.

“Ok! Well, I have a project for you all. I want for you to write-“ The class groans, making the teacher chuckle. “I want you to write a play. Based off of the genre your group leaders pick.” You loved to script write, so this would be easy. “Group leaders are…Y/N.” You smile nervously as a few groans are expressed.

“Pietro.” Pietro turns to his friend beside him with a smirk. “Natasha.” The redhead smirks as the girls beside her smile. “Mr. Walker.” John scoffs. “,and Remy.”

“Thank ya, Ms. Palma, I won’t let ya down.”

“I hope not. So leaders, pick your slips.” She pulls an envelope from her desk, and the four of you stood, grabbing a single slip. “We will be in five groups of 4…” The class seems to buzz with excitement.

“Chosen by yours truly.” Then came the protests. Of course you were disappointed in not working with Peter, MJ, and Kate. You found it unnecessary, it being the protests, considering if you’re paired with anyone other than your friends, you’re doing all the work.

“You can whine all you want, but it’s temporary. Now! Let’s start with…Natasha.” The redhead sent the older redhead a death glare that definitely would’ve killed the older woman in another circumstance. “Natasha, Peter-“

“Oh! Oh! Slow down!” She exclaimed, making Peter frown and flush in embarrassment. “Bucky…” The boy blows her an air kiss. “and Emma.” Emma was already sat behind Natasha, and was whispering in her ear, looking at Peter. They separate with a giggle, and MJ shot a glare towards them.

“Remy, Anna Marie, Gwen, and MJ.” The girl beside you shrugged as Remy looked over at you guys, throwing a thumbs up towards MJ.

“Pietro, you will be with Vision, Quentin, Kitty, and Kate.” Pietro shrugs, and Vision turns around, kissing Wanda’s hand. “Y/N’s group will be Wanda…” The girls around Wanda snort as her jaw drops. Kate scoffs at the reaction, noticing your discomfort.

“Sam, Jean, and Darcy.” She looks over to John.

“John, Lemar…“ The two dap each other up. “Oh, that’s not fair!” Natasha exclaims. “Life isn’t fair. The last three are Bruce, Steve, and Bobby. Everyone disperse!” Some students move around, but you don’t, now quite pissed at Wanda’s reaction.

Wanda and Jean were actively avoiding next to you, loitering around Natasha’s group as they conversed with her and Emma.

You smile slightly when Sam places his hands on your shoulders, shaking you lightly. “Wassup, kid?” He smirks, sitting next to you. “Nothin’ much.” You smile, looking over at Darcy. “Hi, Darcy.” She silently waves.

“So…what’s our topic?” Sam asks. You hadn’t actually looked, but you turned it around. “Romance.”

“Ooooh.” Sam rubs his hands together as you take out your laptop. You had 30 minutes left of class, and Wanda and Jean couldn’t avoid you forever, but apparently you had the plague. “So…I have several unused scripts here we can use, they’re not finished, but I think it makes this easier-“

“Ms. Maximoff, Ms. Grey, I believe your group is…” The woman points to where you were sitting. “Over here.” Ms Palmer smiles as the two girls glare, walking over to your area, they sit, automatically turning on their phones. “Ok…” You chuckle, scrolling through your Google Docs.

“Ok! Um, Heartbreak Hotel, I can easily reformat it.” You nod. Darcy and Sam seem ecstatic and impressed. “Cool, what’s it about?” The girl asks. “Um…a girl rekindles a friendship with a girl who outed her, and they fall in love again, despite the main character actively pursuing someone else.” Sam nods.

“That sounds real good.” He says, making you blush. “Oh…thanks.”

“Can I read it?” You nod, lending him your computer. “Wait! I wanna see.” Darcy rounds your desk, making you giggle as she sits next to Sam. Turning towards Jean and Wanda, anxiety fills your chest as you look to speak to them. “Um…”

“I-I-I need your emails, so I can send this doc to you guys.” The girls stopped speaking to one another, looking at you. “Why?” Jean asks. “Well, since you guys are obviously not planning on working, I think we’ve decided-“

“Dude, this is so good!” Sam exclaims. “So you guys wanna use it?” They nod, and you look over to the other girls. “We’ve decided to use my script to-“

“Okay, whatever. So…do we have to meet outside of this class? Or?…” You resist the urge to scoff at Wanda’s brashness. “Is assume so, to…practice? I did this project in her Honors class last year, so we have to perform on stage, because the classroom is too small…” You trail off, noticing they weren’t even listening anymore.

You look over at Sam and Darcy in disbelief, and they shrug with sympathy.

———

“Is she really a nut job?” Natasha asks as the four girls waltz down the hallway, and outside. “Yeah, she’s so like…jittery all the time, like calm down?” Jean giggles. “I’m not surprised she’s a crazy as she was in 9th grade.” Wanda mutters.

The girls walked along to spacious quad during lunch. Wanda stood on the far left, and she looked over to see you and Peter playing with a soccer ball. He was using his goalie gloves as you kicked it straight to him.

One kick of the ball curved just right, slipping through Peter’s hand, hitting Wanda directly in the back of her head. You gasp, MJ not subtly laughing as she and Gwen sat on a picnic blanket. “Oh shit! I’m sorry!” You ran over to Wanda. “Are-Are you alright?” You went to help her up, but Emma pushes you away.

“Back up, you freak!” You hold your hands up i’m surrender. “I said I was sorry.” You say with your hands up in surrender. “I bet enjoyed that, planned it.” She accuses, making you frown in confusion. “Wh-?”

“You wanted to hurt her, didn’t you?” Jean asks, trapping you in between the two. “No-I…I’m sorry, it was an accident, seriously.” They kept making you back up, until you trip on the ball, falling on your back on the hard concrete. The crows that had built around you had bursted out in giggles as you groaned.

The girls walked off as Peter nervously picked you up. “God, I’m sorry I didn’t catch it, Y/N.”

“It’s okay, Pete. You’re fine.” You walked back to your small picnic, MJ and Gwen eyeing you with worry. “Are you okay?” The blonde asks, making you nod. “That was crazy intense. I though they were going to suck your blood.” MJ mutters.

“They’re saving me for their winter sacrifice.” You joke. It was hard being in love with someone that hung out with people like that. But of course she did because she is like that.

That day, you’d given up on it. If this was the repeated torment you were gonna receive just for being near her, you’d think it best to keep your distance.

the play pt. 2 - maddy perez

Summary: cassie gets what she deserves

a/n: thank you all for still supporting my other fics, i got in a small accident a while ago, so even when i wanted to start this, i was VERY out of it, but now i’m good, anyways i hope y’all like this

Cassie waltzed up the stairs of the stage, giving a slow clap of applause. “Cassie, you’re being embarrassing!” You yell. The blonde looks back at you, pointing at you sternly. “Shut the fuck up, Y/N!” She calls out Lexi, and you seemed to get worried.

Suze hops on stage, attempting to diffuse the situation. As Cassie continues to speak, the audience boos her. “Well if that makes me a villain, then so fucking be it. I can play the fucking villain.” By this point, you sat back down and could feel Maddy’s growing frustration.

You squeezed her hand in solidarity, and she smiled at the contact. “Lexi, is this the part of the play of the play where I steal Jake from Marta?” That’s where she slips up.

TWO DAYS AGO

“So…are you gonna put that in? If you embarrassed Cassie like that, I’d give you my soul.” Lexi laughs on the other side of the line. “No, she’d hate my guts more than ever after this.”

“Wait, Hallie steals Marta’s boyfriend?” Cassie groans to herself, turning towards the audience member that spoke. 

“I don't know how many times I have to say this.” She groans. “They were not fucking together! Marta was literally fucking Y/CN the entire time!”

“How is that any of ‘Hallie’s’ business?!” You yell, getting more attention on you and Maddy sitting.  “Yeah.” Maddy speaks up.  “Not only was Hallie out of line, but she was fucking him the entire time Marta was talking about getting back together with him.” Your head swiftly looks over to Maddy with your eyebrows furrowed. 

If Cassie wasn’t so adamant on making herself look like a fool, she would’ve laughed at your reaction. “No... Why? 

“Because Hallie is a two-faced cunt." Maddy yells, riling the crowd up. “I'm not a cunt! You're the cunt!" The audience begins exclaiming as it becomes much more heated. “You're the fucking cunt, bitch!”

“Maddy! Jesus, calm down, calm down.” You can feel the blood rushing through her face, and you grab her hand. “Hey, calm down, she’s fucking mental. She’s just trying to get a rise out of you.” When Maddy turns towards you, it’s almost like she’s blowing out steam from her nose. 

“She knows damn well she doesn’t want to do that.” You nod, rubbing her back softly as you share a nervous look with Kat. “This is hell.” She whispers, making you grunt. “No shit.”

When you look back to the stage, it seems Cassie is tackling the actress playing her character as she was on the carousel horse from that night. She starts fighting the girl as carousel music plays, and Maddy has had enough. “Oh, this bitch needs to be put down.” Maddy slips off her heels, quickly running to the stage before you could stop her. You, Kat, and BB left your row, following her up the stairs. 

“Maddy, Maddy, Maddy! Wait!” You and Kat try to hold. “Maddy, beat her ass!”

Maddy had finally caught up to Cassie, turning her around and slapping her hard enough for everyone to hear. “Oooh.” You subtly chuckle as your girlfriend chases Cassie through the back and out into the hallway. 

“Y/N!” You snap back to what you were meant to do, and run after them. They run down the hallway, Maddy smashing Cassie face first into the brick wall, and you could hear a large thud. “Maddy, no!”

“Beat her fuckin' ass, Maddy! She fuckin' deserves that shit! She fucked your boyfriend!” BB yells throughout the hallway as you all run through the corridor. 

------

In the girl’s bathroom, everyone but you and BB were sat on the counter. You were looking between the girls at each end when a vape pen came into your view. “You want some?” You shake your head no. “Nah, I’m good. Thank you though.” The girl beside you hums, going back to leaning on the wall. 

“Do you know what's funny?” Cassie speaks up with a light scoff to herself. “Nate broke up with me before I even went on that stage.” She admits, her eyes twitching as she thinks hard. “Don't worry. This is just the beginning.” Maddy says, getting off the counter, leaving the bathroom. 

You linger on the wall as the girls walk out, but Kat stops. “Are you coming?” You nod. “Yeah, I just need a second. Uh...do you need my keys?” The taller girl nods, and you hand her your keys, prompting her to walk out. 

You take a deep sigh as Cassie looks over to you. “Why are you staying?” You blink, turning to her. 

Your jaw clenches. “Ya know, in fourth grade...we were friends, and you kind of knew Maddy. We’ve known each other fro a long time...You haven’t grown at all. Have you ever considered that maybe...just maybe...you and Lexi had the same father, who left you both? Have you considered...maybe Maddy is so mad, not just because you betrayed her trust, but you know what her did to her. I was there for her, Cass. Have you ever really cared about anyone other than yourself? You push away everyone’s feelings to benefit you, and when someone doesn’t fit your perfect world, you resent, and blame, and lie. None of us are the villain, you were right, you don’t have to play a villain, because you already are. I hope you see it soon, he’s a lot more twisted. He’s still an abuser. Bye, Cassie, I hope it was worth it, ruining everything for a man who does not love you.”

You leave her with tears slowly trailing down her face, as you integrate into the hallway. When you make it out to the parking lot, everyone is sitting in your car, Maddy in the passengers seat. You open the door, and sit in the front, placing your seatbelt on. 

“Soooo, what now?” Kat asks. “Y’all are going home, and we-”

“Oh, nah, fuck that! I’m tryna get some food!”

You grab Maddy’s hand, tenderly kissing it, making her blush and bit her lip slightly. “I think Madeline wants to blow off some steam.” You bit you lip, licking them as you smile at the two in the back. “Ew, nevermind, take me home.” You laugh loud, putting the car in gear as you pull out of the parking lot. 

------

When you’d dropped them both off, you pull up to your house. You got to your room, and ran a bath in the bathroom that connected to your room. Maddy sat on your bed, still cradling her foot. She’s now half naked, and so were you. You came beside her, kneeling before her on the floor. 

“Bubble bath, foot message, Drag Race?” Maddy smiles, nodding as you grab her hand, softly kissing it. “If I have no one I’ve really known, I’m glad I still have you.” You smile at her as she leans down, giving you a kiss. “I don’t deserve you.” She mutters across your lips. 

“Stop lying, and get in this bath.”

Maddy yelps as you lift her off of the bed, and carry her into the bathroom. 

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