Fexi Makes Heart Flutter

fexi makes heart flutter

Who's that woman/actres smoking with a red hair?

katherine isabelle! she’s a canadian actress, and the movie the gif is from is ginger snaps (2000)

ease into it (pt. 4) - wanda maximoff

a/n: thank you for all the new followers, 500 to almost 700 in just a few days is crazy! thank you all for the love🫶 also sorry this one is a little short, next one will be way longer

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It had been a few weeks later when your pain had gotten worse. 

You spent Fridays and Mondays tutoring Wanda in several subjects, and despite Jennifer’s worries, you assured her you only had eyes for her. The project was making progress, you were able to wrangle everyone, even Wanda and Jean into the theater to practice. 

Wanda wasn’t half bad at acting, considering she’s never done it before.

“Okay...And who are you?” Sam read. “Hold on! Emotion, Sam! Be emotional? Please.” You beg, making the boy chuckle. Wanda smiled to herself watching you direct. “Okay! Uh...take ten, Wanda...” The girl looks back down at her script before you can catch her staring. 

She looks back up as if she wasn’t paying attention, and you give her a small smile. “Come on.” You nod your head over to the stage, making her follow you as you walked up the stairs.

“Okay, Scene 2!” You clap your hands together, making Wanda nod. You grab a chair, carrying it to the middle of the stage. Wanda sits, looking down as you excitedly run behind the curtain.

She smiles to herself when quietly ask Darcy to slap you, and she does so lightly. You turn back to Wanda, and walk on stage, getting in character.

You pretend to look around, and Wanda looks at her script, before looking at you. “You can have my seat.” She blurts out, and you look over at her strangely. “But where are you gonna sit?” Her eyes widen. “Um...I’ll stand.” She nods, and you frown sitting down. 

“Are you okay?”

“What?”

“I don’t know, you’ve been acting weird lately. I get you wanna be friends, but your boyfriend told me to back off, and I don’t wanna cause a-”

“Oh! You won’t, he’s very understanding when he-” She looks back down at the paper. “When he wants to be.” She smiles when you give her a low thumbs up at your side. She was excited when you took the high road, and tried to warm up to her. Despite her leeches wanting you ice you out, you still were on her mind. “Okay…well…thanks for the seat.”

“Totally.” There’s an awkward silence, making Sam snort. You start to act like Wanda is giving a voice over, and you can’t hear it. “I am totally in love with her, it’s insane. My boyfriend hates her, but that’s okay, I think. If I keep being nice than maybe she’ll like me back? Hopefully.”

Before she could continue the monologue, which you could not actually tell wasn’t written in it since you didn’t have a script, the bell rang. She sighs as the other three pack up their bags, and head towards lunch.

You’d gotten the keys to the booth, and shut down the spotlight, before walking to the theatre teacher, Loki. “Thank you very much, child.” He sends you off, and as you round the corner, you jump at Wanda who’s is standing behind the wall.

“God, you scared me. Are you-Were you waiting for me, or?” Yes. “No, I actually was waiting for Vision.” Why are you lying to her, idiot?

“Good job in there, I’m glad you’re actually working.” Wanda scoffs. “Whatever.” She mutters, wondering why she got so defensive. Your frown, mad her sad, as you’d assumed you made progress, but it seems like that didn’t happen. “Okay. Well, I’ll see you tomorrow. Don’t be late for tutoring.”

You spot Jennifer down the hallway, running towards her with a smile. “Shit…” Wanda mutters, burying her face in her hands.

———

“So how long do you suggest she stay home?” Your godmother, May Parker, asked the doctor you went to. She agreed to come along as your mom was stuck at work. Peter stayed home with your sisters, and May took you to the urgent care because of your increasing back pain. 

“I suggest she not lift anything at all for two weeks, let your bones heal.” The doctor says, making you sigh in relief. You loved soccer, but not having to go to practice was fine.

“Ok, thank you so much, doctor.” The two of you had left the hospital, May urging you to let her drive your car. “So…I heard from your mom, you’re finally dating that Jennifer girl.” The woman practically squeals as you roll your eyes.

“Maaaay.” You whine. “Look! I don’t judge, girly. Your mom showed me some pictures, and-“ When she notices your look of disbelief, she stops. “Never mind.” The rest of the ride was quiet, and the next day after doubling up on pain medicine, you were healthy enough to play your first game. 

You would of course tell Fury about the doctor’s note after, but for now you were fine. Monica had offered to ride some of the team, and as new team manager, obviously to hang with you, Jennifer tagged along. 

When you arrived, Jennifer had to pull you away so that you wouldn’t help taking out the practice gear. You made it to the field as the captain from St. Valkyries approached. “Y/LN!” Carol Danvers yelled, walking over to where you and Monica were practicing drills. 

“Danvers.” You mutter with a bite, your back still turned to her. “Rambeau.” She smiles, making Monica roll her eyes. “How’s your mom?” She asks. 

“Kill yourself.”

“Woah! Touchy. You guys ready to lose your first game of the year?” The last game you’d played, you sprained your knee, and had to be pulled out because you couldn’t run. Unfortunately, it still bothered you because you’d broken something else just months before, and you couldn’t afford to treat it. 

“You ready to go 6-0 in our little series again?” You smirk, turning towards her. Carol scoffs, getting in your face. “Yeah. Well, you forget the time you were out, and we won...twice.” You scoff, closing the relatively small gap in between you. “Well...I’m back. So you better hope I don’t wipe the floor with you today.” 

Carol simply smiles, dusting off your shoulder that were covered by your Xavier Soccer hoodie. “Don’t break a knee, Y/N.” She pats you lightly, and walks over to her team stretching. Once she was out of earshot, large hands were placed on your shoulders. 

You jump slightly but are less tense when you realize who it is. “How is my favorite soccer player?” She asks with a smirk. “Perfect because you’re here.” You two share a kiss, but a familiar whistle tons makes you groan in annoyance.

“Bye, bye.” You peck her on the lips, rubbing onto to field where Fury stands.

———

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@mymommawanda​ @dumbassbitchwithnotits @nightimemommy @sheriffhaughtearp @sadpiscesheart @geico-insuranc @goodnessgaycious @lainjupi @natashasnoodle @idk-what-i-stan

ease into it (pt. 2) - wanda maximoff

a/n: thanks for the support on the first part! this is gonna be a very fun series.

Story Masterlist

Later that day, you were still rubbing your back as you showed up to practice. Maria Hill and Karolina Dean sat on the bench as you walked over. “Please tell me you guys have like…Ibuprofen?” They both shook their head no, making you sigh.

“No, but Daisy might.” Karolina shrugs. You nod, walking over to where Daisy and Bobbi were stretching. “Oh! Look it’s the woman of the day!” Daisy sarcastically exclaims, making you roll your eyes.

Bobbi snorts, stretching her arm across her chest. “I heard the ice queens were gonna kill you.” She says, making you let out a bigger sigh. “It was an accident! They asked me if I planned it as if they run the quad or whatever!” You scoff.

“Hey, Daisy.” The girl look at you. “Do you have Ibuprofen or any medicine, my back is killing me.” A whistle blows before she could answer, but she still silently grabs it as Coach Fury waltzes on the field.

“Ladies! We are on the path to regionals! Fifteen games. Errors call for what?”

“LAPS!”

“I don’t think I hear you, ladies.”

“Errors call for laps!”

“Correctomundo. Now scrimmage! Team captains, Bishop and Dean! Go!”

———

It wasn’t long into the game that the boys team finally came down after running around the school in replacement their laps they didn’t want to do.

As the scrimmage went on, around the field, the basketball teams had their practice outside while the gym was being renovated. You were so immersed in the game, that you hadn’t noticed Wanda and Jean walk down to meet Pietro and Vision.

“So…when is practice over?” Jean asks, running her hand through Pietro’s hair. He hums. “5.” She looks down at her phone which says 4:37. “That’s like thirty minutes.” Wanda squints, shielding her eyes from the sun, and fanning her face with her other hand.

“It’s hot, we’re gonna sit in the car.” She says, kissing Vision. “Alright.” He mutters into the kiss. The girls begin walking away, but realize the gate the came in is now locked. So with a groan, the two walk to the other gate, Wanda catching a peek of the game.

You were moving fast through defenders, evading blocks and you kicked it past Daisy and into your other foot, before pushing it off to Kate, who immediately scores. “YES!” She growls.

You two meet up, doing your signature handshake, before breaking out in a small dance. “Boooo!” Daisy yells with a smirk as she gives a thumbs down. Wanda smiles to herself when you ignore Daisy, attempting to twerk in her face.

“No more, please!” Kate yells, covering her eyes.

———

The next day, your mom dropped you sisters off early, so you had about an hour of quiet. It was quiet, until you’d gotten at least 10 calls from MJ and Gwen a piece. You’d answered after finishing your shower.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“It’s Peter!”

“What’s wrong?”

“The basketball team literally kidnapped him last night, and locked him in the pool room.” Your jaw drops as you rushed to get dressed. “Is he ok?”

“Yeah! Apparently from what Gwen told me…Emma said he was harassing her yesterday, and this was to get him to leave her alone? It’s sick.”

———

When you arrived at school, MJ told you Peter stayed home, and you were glad. These rick kids had been harassing you all like this since elementary school, but it only got worse as high school progressed.

The ball incident and what happened to Peter today weren’t even the worst of it. That one time the ice queens spread a half naked picture of you all over was the worst of it. That was 8th grade, and they hadn’t become any less unnecessarily cruel.

You’d reached your locker, not far from Scott Summers, who you recall was dating Emma. The urge to toss him against the locker pushed away, you simply stand there until he notices you. “Can I help you?”

“Can you-Can you just leave P-Peter alone?” You stutter, noticing his low smirk. He laughs as his friends snicker. “Who?”

“Parker? The guy you-“ Your jaw clenched. “Just leave him alone, or I swear to God…”

“What? You’re gonna bathe in my blood?” He mocks, making his friends laugh as he closes his locker. “Look, your friend is fine, he’s alive isn’t he?” You scoff. “They’re group partners, they have to work together!” You exclaim, and Scott laughs backing up.

“Let’s go before she strangles you.” Pietro laughs, pulling Scott away.

———

When English came around, half of the basketball team and Peter were missing from class, which meant that you were only conversing with Darcy.

Wanda had noticed how you were eerily quiet. You didn’t talk to her or Jean, which wasn’t new, but you were barely talking at all. Only saying things to Darcy every once in a while.

She’d wanted to read the script, and noticed your headphones in your ear, but still called for you. “Hey.” She looked directly at you, and didn’t know you weren’t listening to anything, but you ignored her. “Hey. Y/N?” Jean looked over at you too.

Wanda looks at Darcy, who lightly taps you on the shoulder, and you look at her. Your gaze is directed over to Wanda with a surprised face. “You wanted my e-mail, right?” You nod, taking the slip of paper from her fingers.

You quietly send it to her, and turn to Darcy. “Oh, uh everyone’s going to the diner near my house for dinner. You can come if you want. Monica will be there.” You smirk. You’d know about the mutual crush Monica and Darcy had on one another since 5th grade.

“Seriously?” You nod, not noticing the other girls intently watching the conversation. The first time either of them payed attention in this class. “Jen’s gonna be there.” MJ says across the room. You lean over, looking past Wanda, who sits back to let you see her.

“Jen?” She nods. “Walters.” She says with a smirk, making you roll your eyes. You hadn’t noticed Wanda being the only one listening to your conversation.

———

When you arrived to the diner, Peter and MJ were already there, and Gwen had to cancel due to an emergency debate team meeting. Jennifer arrived around the same time.

As you both walked forward, you hadn’t noticed her until she slapped your butt. Before you could react, your heard her laughter and stopped. “Jen! What the hell!?” You laugh. 

She laughs, grabbing you arm as you two waltz inside. When you walk towards the booth, you notice Darcy and Monica on one side, and Kate, Peter and MJ on the other. There was only one more spot, which was given to Jennifer as you grabbed a chair.

“I feel like I’m eighth wheeling.” Kate mutters with a chuckle. “Me and Jennifer aren’t-” The taller girl scoffs as you speak. “Oh, come on. This is totally just a triple date, plus Kate.” Peter snorts as he sips his soda. “Ha, that rhymed.”

You roll your eyes, leaning closely into Jennifer’s face. “And what make you think I’d want to go on a date with you?” You ask with a smirk. The girl leans in. “Why wouldn’t you?” You look in between her eyes and lips, making her smirk. A flash goes off, startling you as Kate attempts to put away her phone. 

“Shit!” She pockets her phone, innocently smiling at you as the rest of the group busts out in laughter.

You ordered some pancakes, eggs and sausage, letting Jennifer feed you a sausage link. “Hey, Pete.” He looks up at you as you wipe your hands. “Can I ask what happened?” You were treading lightly, and he appreciated that you didn’t look to push.

“Uh…I stayed later with Ned, and some of them grabbed me after he left, locked me in the school. I had to break a window to get out.” He sighs, and MJ rubs his back. “May wanted to press charges, but I told her to take the money they were giving to shut me up.” You rolls your eyes, sitting back.

“It’s like two months rent to keep FEAST open, and I can pay for my hospital bills, because I broke my hand…”

“I’m sorry, man.” Darcy mutters, making him shrug. “I’m going to kill them.” Kate says, making you agree. “I’ll join.” Monica pitches in. “Oh, please! We’ll all do it, Jess?” MJ looks at Jessica who nods.

“You guys are too kind, but I’m fine…” You all sigh, leaving the conversation there. “Hey, I heard about what happened in the quad, are you okay?” Kate asks. “Nope.” You say, making her lift her hands in surrender.

You finished eating around half an hour later, and Monica took Darcy home, while Peter took MJ home on his dirt bike. 

You and Jennifer were practically neighbors, so you decided to walk together. “How long are we gonna do this dance?” She asks, making you look over at her in confusion. “I chase, you avoid me. We kiss. You try to get over Wanda, even though she never looks at you the way I do.” She explains. “I’m sorry, Jen. I am over that now. I mean imagine me dating someone who hates my guts.” You tease, making her blush.

“I don’t hate your guts, Y/N! I miss you, ya know? Bruce misses you. He misses doing those science videos.”

“Oh! Me too. I should come over. Wait-“ You look behind you. “Did we leave Kate?” You ask with a smirk. “Oh, no. She was flirting with our server, so I’m sure she’ll find a way home.” You two make to her house, yours only a few down.

Before she could walk up the driveway, you grab her hand. “Hey. Let me take you out on a real date.” She tilts her head in thought. “No more dance, just us…”

“I do happen to have a day off tomorrow.” She says with a shrug. “Really?!”

“But! I might have to take Bruce to his robotics competition.” She teases, giving you a pout. “We can both take him.” You shrug. “Seriously?” She chuckles, making you nod. “Oh, I was joking. You really are desperate for me.”

“I know, his robotics competition isn’t until October. I bought a ticket.” You chuckle. “You’re such a good friend, ya know that?” You nod as she wraps her arms around your neck. “A real date, huh?” She asks, making you nod again.

A very vintage, fancy car sped past you, making you look it’s way. Jennifer scoffs with a smile, hitting you in the chest. “What?! It was an awesome make! Pontiacs are so cool-“ Before you can finish, Jennifer kisses you.

“You are so much sexier than a Pontiac.” You mutter, kissing her again. The porch light turns on, and the glare catches you and Jennifer. “Hi, Dr. Banner!” You yell, making Jennifer hit you in the chest again.

———

School was easier when you spent the day with everyone. The last month had felt empty after you and Jennifer kissed, and then you couldn’t commit. After yesterday, it was much easier. 

When you were in English class, you were texting almost the entire time. Both Jean and Wanda had realized that after not showing up to the test last Friday that they couldn’t make it up, and participation would hold their grade together. So when they attempt to get your attention, and you simply did not care, it was a little frustrating. 

“So!” Sam says with a clap of his hands. “Who’s playing who?” 

jen: soooo

jen: movies? or picnic by the lake?😏😏😏

y/n: why the smirking emoji🤨🤨

jen: secret🤫🤫

You smile clicking off your phone, and look up to your partners expecting you to speak. “Oh! Uh…I’m the lead. I have the most lines, and I don’t have to practice, so decide amongst yourself.” You go back to your phone, and the four look between each other.

“Obviously, you’re the boyfriend.” Darcy said, looking at Sam. “It’s the only guy role, so…” He shrugs. “Whatever.”

“That leaves us.” She points in between herself. “I got Hannah. She seems stylish.” Jean pipes up. “Oh, well I’m Jenny.” Darcy claims. “So…I guess that leaves Wanda as Tamara.” Wanda hums, an old excitement bubbling in her stomach.

One she hadn’t felt since 5th grade. Tamara was the leads love interest.

“Ok. Um…Y/N?”

jen: quill is all abs, nothing else…very dumb, but hot? idk

y/nn: is this your odd way of flirting?

jen: i think so🤔🤔

“Y/N?” She called once more, making you look up. “Huh?”

“Um…we-we decided on our roles.” She answers shyly. “Okay. I’ll print off copies so we can read it next class. Or…maybe we can meet up afterwards, during other times of the day? I think it would make this easier-“

Wanda was going to agree, when Jean grabbed her arm. “We’re busy during lunch…Student council meetings, and planning, and stuff.” She falsely smiles. “But-“ Jean looks at Wanda wearily, making the girl shut up.

“Um…yeah, sorry. But I can come during free period, or lunch, or something?” Jean and yourself was slightly shocked at Wanda’s sudden speaking, but you clear your throat. “Uh…free period’s great. I think you and I will need to practice the most.” She nods at your explanation, sitting back.

y/nn: i think wanda’s being weird. she actually talking to me, and now we have to work together all the time😒😒

jen: my poor bby😕💔

y/nn: save me😵‍💫

jen: have fun😭

———

The bell rang, and you left quickly, not sparing anyone else another glance.

Jean and Natasha were trying to get Wanda’s attention, but she ignored them, walking out behind you. She actually walked far enough to follow you.

You arrived at the tutoring center, and a thought clicked in her head. Not much else did as you lifted off your Xavier hoodie, a placed a name tag over your polo shirt.

Was this feeling real, was her unhealthy obsession with you coming back after 6 years?

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.

I’m so glad I found your acc I have not seen another one that produces such good euphoria fics<33

i’m a bit late answering this but thank you💁🏽‍♀️