Ease Into It (pt. 6) - Wanda Maximoff

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.

______

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. 

______

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. 7) - wanda maximoff

a/n: sorry this took so long. not feeling well, but i’m writing the 8th part, and i might end it after a few more🤷🏽‍♀️

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Today was the day.

You weren’t too excited as you once were. Wanda watched as you entered the theater and your classmates sat in their seats as well as the Advanced Theatre class. Your group was first, and they, including Jean, were worried about you.

Ms. Palmer gave you 15 minutes to practice offstage, and you sat quietly. “You good?” Darcy calls, making you nod. Wanda watched you sadly as the English teacher told you it was time.

You introduced the play, and it began. All of your scenes ran smoothly, and a few scenes had gotten a chuckle out of some of the students. Luckily, the lack of communication off stage between you and Wanda hadn’t affected the performance, and it almost went off without a hitch.

That was until the last scene. “I-I don’t understand?” You muttered in character. “I-“ “I think I like you.” was the line. “I’m in love with you!” A few gasps in the crowd would’ve made you giggle if you weren’t so confused. “Wanda, that’s not-“

You didn’t finish your sentence before she grabbed your face, placing you both in a kiss. Students thinking this was scripted cheered, but when she let you go, you were in shock. She stared back with wide eyes. “God, I’m sorry.” You stared back as she ran away.

After the shock wore off, you turned to the crowd. “Uh…thank you all. I-I hope you liked it.” You throw an awkward thumbs up, before running after her through the back. “Hey, what happened?” You ignored the question, taking off into the hallway.

When you began to look down each side of the corridor, you noticed Pietro run out from the the side entrance and over to you. “What was that?” He asks, making you shrug. “I-I have no idea…”

———

After looking for her, Pietro had to go back for his presentation, and you went with him.

Her car was gone from student parking, so it wasn’t too hard to comprehend that she just left school. You didn’t have her number, but Pietro’s attempts failed, and the two of you just let the day play out.

But days drew out.

Wanda only showed up for finals, ditched her friends, barely interacted with Pietro. For the next week, you stared at her desk, and sat in the library alone, hoping she would show. She didn’t.

You gave up hope after winter break started, and pushed the thoughts out of your mind. But you couldn’t help but think. Why would she do that? It was quite random, and then she just runs away with no explanation.

Wanda didn’t know why.

It was so embarrassing, and inappropriate, and you probably hated her. She wouldn’t blame you. It was stupid, kissing you like that.

She got caught up in the moment, and her feelings for you took over, but never again. She just isolated herself. She took her finals, and passed all of them thanks to you branching and helping her with other subjects. God, she had to stop thinking about you.

When she stayed for slightly longer one day, she was unfortunately confronted by Emma. It was a stupid argument, really. Wanda wanted space, and the bitch spread her business. “What is your deal, Wanda?”

“My deal is that when I call you and tell you I’m not coming because I need space, I’d expect you to be a real friend and not tell everybody my fucking business!”

“Well, maybe if you weren’t so fucking depressing all the time, this wouldn’t be an issue!” You tried not to watch from the other side of the quad, chewing into your sandwich.

Wanda didn’t even respond, simply walking away.

———

That was the last time you’d seen her for a while.

You’d gotten busy with work, but your new found friendship with Pietro has blossomed over that next few weeks.

You only saw Wanda once at the diner.

She was alone in the corner, sulking over a plate of food as she guzzles down her milkshake. You tried to act as though you hadn’t seen her, and she didn’t notice you. That was until her server clocked out, and tables were expanded and shifted, you took over her tables.

You held a tight smile, walking over to her table with her bill. “Is there anything else you’d like me to get you?” She stopped fidgeting with her phone, swallowing her saliva as she looked up at you. Your gaze didn’t waver as her lips quivered lightly.

“Um…no-no thank you.” She let out a sigh. You nodded lightly, going back to other tables. She watched you intently as you came out of your shy demeanor, and helped all customers.

Maybe the universe had it out for her.

There’s this and then a very brief text from Natasha that her and the girls didn’t see much need to continue this friendship. There was also yesterday when Pietro had told her about Vision spreading the video of her embarrassing you.

She only came here for a reason, and that was to apologize, maybe her week would get better afterwards.

———

She waited until later, deciding to walk around for a while, even taking a smoke break near the bridge. She looked down at the water, the sneaking urge to throw herself over it was strong.

It wasn’t long until she walked back, just in time to see you. You were looking for something in the back of your trunk when she approached. “Y/N?” You jumped at the voice, hitting your head on the door with a wince.

“Fuck!” You rubbed the back of your head, turning around. “Oh.” You pushed, heartbeat kicking up. Wanda gave a small pathetic wave, and you smiled back. “Hey. Are you coming back for more food? Cuz we’re closing early tonight, it’s supposed to snow.” Wanda was surprised you wanted to interact with her, but she didn’t cheat on you, so it wasn’t really her fault.

“No. I uh…I wanted to talk to you?” She shrugs, and you nod, tossing your bag in the back. “Okay. What’s up?”

She hesitated, fidgeting with her fingers. “I-I’m so sorry for lying to you. I-“ She was already crying, and couldn’t shake herself out of it. “I-I tried to-I wanted to be friends again, at least…because I missed you. I tried to salvage it, but I’ve done too much damage. And-And I’m making it about me now, because I always do that…Fuck.” She rubs her hands on her face, and you don’t know how to respond.

“I’m a horrible person, and I don’t deserve you. You’re so forgiving and patient. I love that about you. I love you.” By the look you were giving her, she assumed she was putting too much on you.

She didn’t care. She had to tell you.

“When you told me you liked me in 4th grade, I said I didn’t like you that way, but I lied. I didn’t know it, but I did. I only avoided you because I wanted validation, but I just wanted you.”

“Wanda-“

“I’m sorry.” She left and you hadn’t seen her since, which brought you to present day.

The break had finished, and you avoided Jennifer the whole time. Wanda missed you, wondering why she hadn’t just asked for you to forgive her. It was making her miserable inside.

And she was like that for the entirety of January. Sat in the back of the class, barely participated and never looked over at you.

The times she walked past you in the hallway had become frustrating, and every day Ms. Potts has given you a new tutee, you’d hoped it would be Wanda even though it was a little early in the semester for tutoring.

Ignoring you had almost worked…until Pietro had invited you to their birthday party on the 10th.

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regal ties (pt. 3) - wanda maximoff

a/n: this is my birthday post! hope you all enjoy!

i ii iii

Wanda refused to admit she already missed your company.

Pietro wasn’t boring, and of course she missed him, but he knew her. He knew how desperately she wishes to push his buttons, but he wouldn’t allow it.

That’s why she enjoyed you. You seemed to do her bidding, a loyal soldier. She could do whatever she liked to you, and you’d just have to take it.

“I don’t trust her, brother.” Pietro sighs, holding the hilt of his sword as they walk along. “She is better than you assume. She is a fine soldier, a warrior. I trust her with my life.”

“That is phenomenal, really…but…if she cannot save me from drowning-“

“That was a stunt you pulled, Wanda. You tricked her.”

“Ah! Never mind that!” He shakes his in disappointment, chuckling as they continue to walk on the bridge. Her eyes drifted down, not far from the bridge. She saw the path to the dock, and noticed something.

Stopping as Pietro began to speak again, she saw. Leaving that girl’s house. The one she saw you wave at before. You were both laughing as she pushed you out of her cottage, she shoved your jacket in your hands, before pulling you in for a passionate kiss.

Wanda almost gasped, but she held to herself. She watched as you separated, a goofy smile on your face she couldn’t quite see as you watched the redhead walk back in. When you turned around, you began walking up, but felt eyes on you.

You looked up to see no one there, frowning as you began your trek up the hill back to the stables to sleep due to how light it had become.

<>

When you made it back to the castle the next morning, you walked through the halls, searching for the prince and princess. After a minute or so, you recognized the man walking before you, regarding him with a smile.

“Commander Rogers!” The man chuckles, engulfing you in a hug. “Y/LN.” You two separate, not knowing that Wanda was listening in from behind the door next to you. “How is the princess?” The question makes you scoff as your jaw clenched.

“No comment.” The man laughs, patting you on your arm. “I could put in a word, maybe-“ You hold a hand up in refusal. “No, that is quite alright. I-“ The door creaks open, startling you as you see Wanda standing before you.

“Dame, Rogers.”

You look away from her with a clench of your jaw, your eyes on the floor. “My brother had to walk me to my cottage.” You frown. “I had the day off.”

“The day ends when the sun sets.” You can feel the glare, and the air becomes tense as Steve looks between you. “You are dismissed, Steven.” Steve gulps, bowing as he walks off down. “Y/LN.”

You refused to acknowledge her. She was testing yo- “Y/N! Look at me when I speak to you, please!” You quickly gulp, looking at you. “Come inside, now.”

“I-I cannot, I need to find your brother.”

“Than I shall come with you.”

“Princess-“ Your voice cracked. “Princess, it is a personal matter.” Then she starts to laugh.

“You’ve conceded.”

“I do not understand?”

“You are like a pussy cat. I have pushed you to your limit in two days, and I intend to continue.” She smiles.

Your eyes widen in fear. You begin to stammer on your words, and she continues to smile. “You evil-“

“Who was that girl?” The question stopped your voice and you frowned again. “What?”

“Who’s the girl, Y/N? From our walk, and the one you spent your day with? Does the king know his first in command is involved with a lowly villager?”

“I don’t have time for this, princess.” You shake your head, walking in the direction opposite of her. Groaning as you can hear her footsteps moving towards you. “Listen, I apologize for my hostility.” At that you scoff.

“Are you mad?! You grill me like a hog, and then immediately say “I apologize.”, insanity this is.”

<>

The days after that interaction hadn’t gotten easier. Despite the convoy being ready, the king made no move. Steve and Pietro had updated you, saying it could truly be weeks or months until they made some treaty so the fighting wouldn’t happen.

You escorted Wanda everywhere. Dances, tea parties, dinners. You kept silent, obedient. She kept you so busy, you barely had time to see Natasha.

So thankfully one day, she called you and Anna into her room one morning. Not thankfully, but still.

She was sick.

“Do you want me to notify the doctors to come and take a look at you.” It was a stupid question to ask, but she was a stubborn one, you’d heard. She nodded, so it must’ve been bad.

You raced your horse to the city where the royal service lived, running up into the doctors small office, before riding him to the princess. Word spread, and commoners began to whisper.

And in her daze, so did Wanda.

When she saw you there, patting her forehead with a cold compress, she looked into your y/ec eyes in awe. If no one was there, she’d kiss you just to taste what that girl had. She assumed it would taste like strawberries, you love those she noticed.

Or heard…from Pietro of course.

“You’re alright, my Princess.” Your voice so soft and smooth, and she was your Princess. Forget Sokovia. She didn’t want you to go, but the king had gotten there, Pietro by his side.

They had dismissed everyone but Doctor Banner and his son from leaving. Their mother was out of the kingdom discussing dowries, and possible arrangements for her daughter’s marriage. God, Wanda didn’t want that.

She didn’t want to have to look at you and whomever that girl was, fawning over one another. It’s all she saw. when you got out there. The girl stood with a tall burly man whom Wanda recognized as the butcher from when she was young.

There was a smaller but older woman, next to a shorter blond, and you stood with them in the street, conversing. “CLEAR THE STREETS” The soldiers yelled, and you did, disappearing from sight completely.

<>

The next day, you came in to check on her.

“You look slightly less flushed.”

“Mm.”

You sat with her all day, not against your will. You were actually advised to stay clear, but Pietro sent you to read her a favorite that she got for her 16th. “Leave it up to you to save 30 Shakespeare sonnets.”

“You know I’ve met him twice.”

“Oh! Wow, that is amazing.” Conversation seemed to be friendly, and you both forgot that you loathed one another.

You read them, and the romantic ones hit her harder as your smooth as silk voice vibrates off of the wood. She fell asleep soon after, and you admired her in all her pale beauty.

“Goodnight, my Princess.”

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