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Ten Days (W.M) Pt. 5

Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader (Modern AU)

Summary: Y/n and Wanda is stuck in an arranged marriage. What will happen when both of them have their own deals to be done in ten days?

Warning: 18+ SMUT, swearing words, fluff, angsts (specific warning for each parts)

A/n: Well, hey there! I'm back with this series after a while. This chapter is a Valentine's gift for my sweet, Curious George anon. This is a miniseries fic that's inspired by "How To Lose A Guy In 10 Days" romcom. If you haven't read this series before, I recommend to read from part 1. (Series masterlist below) Happy reading!

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The rain is pouring. Thunders and lighting sometimes take turns to show their existence. You went straight to Wanda’s house after you spent some time with Yelena and Nat at your place to talk about the plans you have in mind.

Wanda’s heart skips a beat and her face instantly patches a smile as soon as she hears her doorbells. She rushes her steps to the door. Wanda has been waiting for you to come and she greets you with an excited smile.

“Finally! My pretty future wife—” but her smile turns to a little frown and her flirtatious words stop abruptly after she sees you soaking wet and your shoes are covered with mud.

“Hi babe!” Without giving her a chance to avoid it, you hug Wanda quickly and her clothes get a little wet from your drenched clothes. “Oh, hi wife. Why are you soaking wet and covered in mud?” she asked.

“Babe, I'm cold. Can I come in?”

“Uh y-yeah but your–your sh–.” Wanda hesitantly responds but you interrupt her by just walking into her house, leaving traces of mud and trails of dripping water all over the clean white floor.

“My what?” you play dumb. You know Wanda is internally freaking out about the mud and the water, so you walk around more. You try to look confused as you take off your jacket.

“Y-your muddy shoes. You know what darling, it’s okay. I will ask the maid to clean it.” Wanda put on a smile while trying to keep herself together to not tell you to stop walking around spreading more abstract muddy patterns. 

“Oh okay, uh where should I put this wet jacket babe? Can I just put it on the couch? I forget where the bathroom is.” You walk around in a random path before you walk closer to the white fancy expensive couch in the living room.

“Gaah, NO..No..No..No..” Wanda’s loud spontaneous NO stops your move. Good thing that Wanda is behind you and can’t see your face, you almost laugh.

Wanda chuckles awkwardly, putting a forced smile and quickly grabbing yet gently the wet jacket off your hand. She realized her reaction was a bit much but she couldn't help it. Wanda loves everything clean and spotless.

“Y/n sweetheart, uh let me take this from you and how about you take off those pretty shoes now so i can put it outside, okay?” Wanda crouches and helps you take them off. You smile, thinking how sweet she is and you feel bad but the plan must go on.

“What? You will put my shoes outside? They're expensive shoes. What if it ruins it or someone takes it?” You whine as needy as you can to annoy her.

“I know, darling. I can see that. I’ll get you a new one, okay?” she responds as she stands up, holding your dirty shoes.

“Really? You gonna get me a new one? They have some new arrivals, you're gonna get them for me too?” you try to act like materialistic girls to make her lose interest in you.

“Yes, princess.” She answers with a smile. “I would rather pay for new expensive shoes than getting my floor all dirty.” Wanda mumbles, under her breath as she turns around.

“What did you say, Wands?”

“Oh nothing. I said anything for my future wife. Just-just please stay there, y/n.” Wanda patches another awkward smile, hoping you didn’t hear what she said earlier. “Okay..okay..” You agreed in more whiny tones.

“So what happened to you on the way here?” Wanda asks as she does what she needs to do to your jacket and shoes.

“I got a flat tire, so I gotta change it.” you explained. Little does Wanda know, nothing happened. You intentionally stopped at random dirt roads nearby just enough so the rain got you wet and got you as dirty as you can.

Wanda comes back to you, stands so close and it gives you giddy feelings. “Aw, you could’ve called me, love. I would’ve helped you. Next time, if you need anything, just call me, okay?” She pushes aside your hair gently to see your face that she genuinely adores. Then her hand cups your cheek, followed by soft rubs from her thumb on it. Her smile shows automatically whenever she sees you.

Gosh, her green eyes. There is something about them that draws you. You don’t know what it is but oh well, you think it’s probably nothing. Maybe it’s just the color. You clear your throat to prevent yourself from getting lost in those charming eyes.

“Uh, Wands? I’m cold.”

Wanda quickly gets back from the trance. Both of you look a little awkward.

 “Huh? Oh yeah, yeah. I apologized, my dear. You need to shower and change clothes. The guest bathroom–”

“No, your bathroom. I don’t want to use the guest bathroom, am i still just a guest for you babe? So much for being your future wife.” you roll your eyes, showing her your pretend unamused expression.

“Uh right, right. Well, okay then. You can go to my room and use my bathroom and wear my clothes after that.”

“Sounds good. I just want cozy clothes since we are relaxing.” you demand one more time.

“Coming right up.” Wanda smiles as soon as she sees your smile.

_____

You turned on the shower to trick Wanda that you are taking a shower while you move on to the next plan.

You took out some fake pieces of hair and spread it in the bathroom floor, bathroom sink and even in the shower to leave some fake trails of your hair falls.

Thanks to Yelena’s interest in pranking others, she lets you borrow her things. You wonder what other things you can use for the plan. You take them out from your purse quietly and you read what’s written on it. Fart Cushion and Fart Spray, you shake your head a little, trying to figure out when and how these two things will work.

Then you hear Wanda is saying something from the other side of the door. “Y/n, I got the towel and clothes for you. Do you want me to put the towel in the bathroom and leave the clothes in my bed, darling? Then I’ll wait for you downstairs.”

An idea pops up in your mind right away and you want to laugh as soon as you figure out that now is the perfect time to use these two things.

“Can you wait for me until I’m done please babe? I don’t want you to be far away from me, I miss you. I’ll tell you when I’m done. You don’t miss me?” you try to sound needy and irrationally clingy.

“Wait, what? Of course I miss you. Can’t I just wait downstairs?” Wanda responds. She likes knowing you slowly got hooked into her plan deeper. Wanda never likes clingy girls but she knows better to shrug it off for the sake of her plan.

“No, I want you to be near me. Just wait there.” you pretend to be more demanding.

Wanda takes a little deep breath and agrees. “O–okay, I’ll be here.” as she sits on her bed.

While Wanda is waiting patiently in the room with some clothes and a towel for you, all of a sudden she hears something unexpectedly. Unbeknownst to her, you squeeze the cushion. Wanda was shocked with the loud sound, thinking it was from you passing some gas in the bathroom. Her eyes round up. “Oops, excuse me babe!” you said as you tried not to laugh.

“It’s okay. I didn’t hear anything, love.” Wanda tries to let her mind about it pass over her head and another same loud noise breaks out of the bathroom. “Oh my gosh.” she mumbles to herself in surprise.

“Ooops, I’m sorry.” Once again you express your fake apology. You didn’t hear anything from Wanda.

“Wands, are you still there?”

Hearing your voice looking for her, Wanda quickly gets off her bed and gets to the door. “Uh yes, I’m still here. Do you need anything?” she asks from behind the door.

You squeeze some sprays out of the bottle and to your surprise, it really stinks. It’s worse than a flatulence usually smells.“Yeah, I’m almost done. Gonna need the towel soon.” you answer as you try to hold a gag while covering your nose from the smell. You quietly dry heave in between walking back to the shower, pretending to continue your shower.

“Oh okay. I have your towel here.” Wanda signals you.

“You can come in. It’s unlocked.” You informed.

“Are you sure?” Wanda hesitantly asks.

“Yeah, I’m sure.”

You heard Wanda open the door and walk in. Wanda caught off guard by a blow of soft air mixed with the smell from the spray. She vaguely scrunches her nose as the stinky aroma intrudes her senses. Her eyes rounded once more but she tried not to react to it. 

“Pffftt.. What did you eat?” Wanda mumbles. You pretend you didn’t hear it clearly. “Did you say something babe?”

“Oh? Nothing. Here you go, love. I’ll just hang it here.” Wanda is having a hard time talking while holding her breath at the same time.

You notice her being respectful and trying not to look at you but you want her to walk to you so she will notice more the smells in the bathroom. “Babe, can you bring it here please?”

“Oh okay.” She agrees half heartedly, all she wants right now is to walk out of that trapped air that bothers her nose.

She hands you the towel and her eyes give up the effort to not look at you. She sees the silhouette of your body through the opaque glass shower door. Her brain seems to forget the smells around her for a few seconds until she hears your voice and feels your hand gently tucks the towel that she still holds in her hand.

“Oh. Uh, I’m sorry. Here you go.” You smile at her when she finally lets go of the towel. Unfortunately, the nose smells the smell again and Wanda clears her throat but being the caring person she is, she asks you.

“Are you okay, love? Is your tummy upset?” as much as Wanda cares about you but she instantly regrets her question.

“No, I’m okay. What? Wait, are you saying that my gas smells?! That’s just how it usually smells.” you pretend to freak out as you walk out of the shower wrapped in a towel.

“Uh oh. No, no. I didn’t say that. Uh–the reason I asked is because I care. That’s all.” Wanda starts to panic.

You start your pretend cry and whine, you cover your face. “It’s embarrassing. If you can’t handle it, how are you gonna be married to me?”

Wanda quickly feels bad but at the same time she doesn’t want you to walk away and lose the bet either. “Aw sweetheart, that’s not true. Don’t worry.” She hugs you even though it’s getting harder for her not to take a deep breath so she won’t inhale any more uncomfortable scents.

You feel the softness of Wanda’s hands rub the skin of your back and you actually love it. What is it with Wanda’s hug? Why do you feel so comfortable in it? What’s wrong with you right now? Oh geez, as much as you want to stay longer in her embrace, unfortunately you have to get away from it before it’s getting harder to be out of her arms. You nod.

“Okay, good girl. Now, why don’t you put on some clothes so we can have our date today, yeah?” Wanda kisses the top of your head. Oh goodness gracious, her tone and the way she calls you a good girl sends something to your brain and body that you can’t explain. You never feel something like it but you try to shrug it off and think maybe it was just because the first time a woman ever called you that. It’s nothing biggie.

You pull yourself away a little from her hugs. “Okay, Wands. I’ll see you downstairs.” You smiled. As soon as Wanda walks out of the bathroom and closes the door, she quickly inhales fresh air as if her life depends on it. She exhales a relief, shakes her head after what just happened.

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You can see Wanda is sitting on the couch in the living room as you walk towards her. The fireplace is on, some pretty fancy snacks with a bottle of red wine complete with two glasses are waiting for you as well. Soft lights around and the soothing rain drops outside offer a very comfy vibes. As always Wanda can’t help herself to smile when she sees you, everytime she sees you she feels a very comfortable feeling that she never feels from other girls she has been with but of course Wanda tries not to acknowledge that feeling. Wanda thought maybe the smile she has when she sees you was all because she knows she would win this bet.

“Well hello there, princess. Look how cute you are with my shirt and shorts. Come here, everything’s ready for you. You just need to pick which movie or sitcom we should watch.” she gently pats the empty spots next to her.

You are really impressed with everything that Wanda has prepared. It’s everything that you like. You always would rather have this kind of date than going anywhere fancy. You sit next to her and pick something to watch.

“Wow, this is nice, babe. So fancy but you pulled this off so easily.” you commented.

“Well, anything for the special woman.” Wanda starts her flirtatious strategy. She looks into your eyes and oh that smile again, it makes you almost forget to get the plan going.

“Special huh? Well, I don’t think I feel special enough yet. I’m sure you could plan something more especially if you make your future wife get out of her busy work schedule today to be with you.” you smirk as you tell her your needy demand in a teasing way, totally opposite than what you actually think. You actually love it but right now all you can do is hoping Wanda would think that you are ungrateful and unappreciative.

Wanda doesn’t like demanding women. Independent women always catch her attention, unfortunately she hasn’t met one. Wanda tries to ignore how demanding you are right now, all to win the bet.

“Oh? You are special. I know you would like this. Are you playing hard to get, sweetheart? Hmm?” Wanda’s face gets closer and closer to you. Your heart gradually starts to race. You try to keep your focus with you while trying to get back to this banter.

“Playing hard to get? I’m not. I think you just can’t handle me. I set my bar high and you should be able to reach it if you want to marry me.” You tease her back and you didn’t realize your face gets closer to hers too.

“There you go, my sweet straightforward lady. So you are on board with our arranged marriage then? That's good news.” Wanda gives you a come back with your own remark that you have said to her a few days ago.

“Like I said, maybe yes, maybe no.” you answered and your gaze was glued to her. This time Wanda only chuckles followed with a confident smile, thinking that she still has her fingers wrapped around you and her plan slowly working better.

Before you two know it, your face and Wanda’s are merely an inch. You look at her lips, so does Wanda at yours. You quickly bring yourself together and pull back a little. You clear your throat. “Uh- Why don’t we try this red wine you got here?”

“Oh yeah, yeah. Sorry, we wouldn’t want this great wine waiting.” Wanda awkwardly agrees and  pours some in both glasses. A little thought pops in her mind thinking about another almost kiss moment that breaks her own “no kiss” rule but of course she convinces herself it was part of the plan.

WIth that, the date starts. Sometimes both of you talk about random things or anything about each other. You try to be as messy as you can by dropping some crumbs or food. You try to swing your hand that holds the glass of wine while you are talking with her to drive Wanda crazy from the thought of you spilling it on the couch or the rug. It’s quite comical for you to see how she tries to subtly to avoid that to happen and not to offend you at the same time from doing so. Another meltdown from you is the last thing Wanda wants on tonight's date. She wants to leave much much better impressions on you. Part of you think she looks cute and adorable.

You can’t lie to yourself, you are actually having a great time with Wanda. Maybe Wanda isn’t that bad? Oh no, no, no. You and Wanda are buzzed after sharing a bottle of wine and opening another one. That’s all. She is not your type, well a little but no. You have to be all cringey, annoying and unbearable to her. 

You subtly try to look around, figuring out what you can do. Suddenly, an improvised wild idea came up in your mind. Part of you is hesitant to do it but after a rapid debate internally, your mind says fuck it. 

You gotta do what you gotta do. This is all part of the plan, that’s what you tell yourself.

Wanda was very surprised with your sudden move. You instantaneously move on to her and straddle her lap then kiss her. The Sokovian brunette was caught off guard, kissing you back yet thoughts bouncing around her head. What’s going on here? Both of you let out a soft hum, feeling your bodies melt perfectly to each other. She lays her hands gently on your back and mindlessly pulls you to lean closer to her.

In between kisses, Wanda tries to tell you her thoughts with a soft whisper. “Y/n..sweetheart.” your lips catch hers again as you respond “Hm?”

Again, Wanda tries to break the kiss and speaks. “Are you sure about this? I think you are drunk.” Well, her ego would really love this, thinking that she is really much much closer to her victory on her bet with Kate. As much as she loves the feelings of your lips on her, she respects you.

“Yeah, I’m sure. Are you okay with it?.” You answered as you back out a little, deep down a little panic if you took this plan too far. Wanda looks at you and smiles. “Why wouldn’t I be okay, gorgeous?” She asks lovingly and just like that you turn to the only exception from her no kiss rule. Her hands gently cup your face. My oh my, you are lost in her ethereal eyes. Not to mention her touch. Wait, wait. Are you and Wanda having a moment here? Or perhaps we can say another moment that really you can’t explain. That was not butterflies in your stomach right now. The warmth in your heart (no, scratch that), you meant the warmth in your chest is really just because of the wine. Yes, yes, it is the wine. Not because of the kiss nor Wanda. Hell, it’s not because of the moment right now.

Wanda pulls you back into kiss, in her defense, it’s to pull you deeper in her plan. Not because she wants to or likes it.

Shortly after you remind yourself to move forward to your plan, you kiss her neck and reach to unbutton her pajamas. One by one. Wanda always loves to be in control, including in this kind of situation. You know that. Even if it has been only a few days of knowing her, you can read that. That’s why you are doing what you are doing, showing that you will be the type of wife who wears the pants in the relationship.

You are sure a needy, controlling, demanding, and clingy plus “crazy” woman is the whole package that definitely scares Wanda away in no time.

You smirk and look at her in her sports bra. Here goes nothing, your mind said.

You kiss her collar bones and as soon as your kisses reach her breasts, you do something that launches Wanda into a bigger surprise, not in a good way.

“Aaaawwwwww, look at them. Pretty twins.” You start to baby talk as your hands cup both of her breasts.

Wanda’s closed eyes open abruptly. “Wait, what?” She looks down at you very confused.

“Yeah pretty twins. I shall name you Roni!” you exclaim in more baby talk then kiss her left breast. Before Wanda can ask even further, you move on to the right breast and do the same thing as you say “And I shall name you Ami.” you give more ridiculously loud kisses.

“R-roni?? Ami?? Hold on, hold on. Y/n, my dear. Did you just– Did you just name my breasts??” Wanda looks so baffled. Trying to figure out what really is going on.

“Mmhmm. Why? You don’t like it?” You answered in a fake innocent face and pout.

“No, no. Uh I–I do. It’s cute, really, but uh, don’t you think it’s a bit a mood killer?” Wanda carefully crafts her words and then smiles awkwardly.

“Mood killer?? What do you mean? That’s rude, I was being romantic and sexy with you in our sexy time.” you retort while actually you really want to laugh. You are having fun seeing Wanda’s reaction.

“I know. I know, but naming my breast and baby talk to them? Where in the world did you get the name ideas anyway??” You can see from her face that what you just did really cringes her.

“It’s from my favorite luncheon meat, Roni is short for pepperoni and Ami is short for Salami.” You are really proud of yourself for coming up with this idea and can’t wait to tell Natasha and Yelena about it.

“Oh God. Pep–pepperoni? Salami? But you are vegan, Y/n?!Few days ago you cried because of the meat I cooked for dinner and now you name my breasts with meat names?” Wanda rambles, frustration starts to show bit by bit.

“Then you would prefer Melonie and Coco? You know, because of the perfect round shape and size.” You nonchalantly offer her different name ideas and explain them with a little shrug. Right now you are trying to look innocent. A stark difference from how you were earlier as if you have different personalities.

Of course, it lures out more of Wanda’s reaction. “What? MELON and COCONUT?? Mine are not ridiculously big like them.” Wanda argues. Shade of red blush covers her cheeks as she crosses both of her palms to cover her breasts in such embarrassment and disagreement.

“Aaaaww. Okay okay. What about Squashy and Squishy, then? Squashy, because squash is my favorite vegetable and Squishy because yours are squishy.” you are back to baby talk and your hands playfully cups Wanda’s breasts.

Wanda looks at you in disbelief at what you just said and she lays her head back on the couch as her right fingers massage the bridge of her nose. “Aaaand it died. It just died.” Said Wanda referring to her mood on the “sexy time” with you 

“What? What died, babe?” You play dumb with your question. You know what she meant.

“Uh, nothing. Y/n, how about we call it a night, yeah? I’m tired, I got pretty buzzed earlier. I have things to do at the office tomorrow too.” Luckily, your plan works and you are glad that you can finally go home.

“Really? That’s all the date you said you prepared so special for me? Okay. I guess, I’m gonna go home then.” You pretend to look upset and disappointed.

“Oh no, no. You are not driving home now, sweetheart. It’s late now. You are drunk, it’s still pouring rain outside and you got a car problem earlier. So stay the night here please. I’ll ask the maid to get the guest room ready for you.” Wanda leaves you no room to refuse but you have to get out of here. Once again, you have to think quickly how to refuse her.

“Guest room? Really? Me, your future wife, sleeps in the guest room. That’s upsetting. I’m just gonna go home.” You pretend to cry for no reason and you quickly get off her lap so you can get ready to leave.

Her gaze follows where you walk to the door. “Where else are you supposed to sl—?” she halts her words when she realizes why you are leaving so upset. Wanda can’t let you leave upset from the date, it’s too risky for her.

She gets up quickly and tries to stop you. “Okay, okay. You can sleep in my room, on my bed..with me. Yeah? Sounds good? Yes yes, sounds much better than driving drunk in the rain. I won’t let anything happen to my woman.” Wanda agrees and gives full effort to make you stay.

You have no other excuse to leave so like it or not, you stay. You are just surprised with how determined Wanda is. On second thought, you think that she is right. It might be safer to stay the night.

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“Oookay, the bed is ready for you, love. You’ll sleep on the left side and I’ll sleep on the right side. Here’s your pillow and I have another blanket here if you need it. I’m going to brush my teeth right now and get ready for bed.” Wanda tells you as she just got done preparing the bed for you. 

You wanted to be needier and make the sleeping side of the bed a big deal but you are thinking you don’t want to look that bad in front of Wanda. Wait, what’s wrong with you? That’s the goal of this whole plan. Why would you even think that way? Okay, maybe you just want to be annoying in a more logical way. Yeah that’s probably it. 

You lay on your side, on the bed. Letting your back facing Wanda. Trying not to sleep too close with her when she comes back.

While you are trying to get comfy in bed, you hear Wanda from the bathroom.

Wanda is freaking out about what she discovers as soon as she gets to the bathroom. For a clean freak like her, it looks like a horror for her. Your wet dirty clothes are on the floor, your “hair” is on the floor, on the bathroom sink and even stick on the shower glass door.

Your plan definitely works because you heard her muffled voice in the bathroom freaking out saying “Oh no..no..no.. Oh Lord. Why is it so messy? Who lives like this? Calm down, Wanda. It’s nothing big.”

You laugh silently but as soon as you hear her walk out of the bathroom, you pretend to sleep. You heard her taking a deep breath to calm herself down.

Wanda finally lays down on the bed. “Good night, Y/n.” she gently says it but no answer from you so she assumes that you are asleep. You hear her whisper to herself. “What a night.”

You can’t really sleep but you pretend every now and then to snore loudly and make weird noises while you are “sleeping”. You toss and turn as well just so it will seem like it’s hell to sleep with you.

It was hard for Wanda to fall asleep because of what you are doing. She couldn’t believe how loud you snored but eventually both of you finally fell asleep.

Pt. 6

A/n: Welp, thats it for today! Reblogs and comments are highly appreciated. Follow me for more and see you in next!

Cheerio!

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The Proposal [Series Masterlist]

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

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Summary: Wanda Maximoff is the book editor of a North American multinational corporation. You, as her assistant, are obliged to do all her bidding. And that includes marrying her when the redhead is in danger of being deported back to Sokovia. But it's all good. After all, what could possibly go wrong?

Warnings: fake dating, blackmail, nudity (no smut), swearing [pronouns: she/her]

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Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 || Part 6 || Part 7 || Part 8

Hi, everyone! It is with great joy that I announce another series! 🤩 Yes, after I said I'd finish the others first, only God can judge me.

This one is special, though. This is my humble contribution to The Happy Bookish Bunch March Movie Madness 2022, an event created on the discord server of the wonderful @missmonsters2 💕

I have always loved this movie and adapting it into a fanfic is being a lot of fun! So much so that this was supposed to be an oneshot but I can't stop myself oops 😬

Anyway, I hope you enjoy it and don't forget to check out the #THBBMarchMovieMadness2022 for more movie inspired stories!

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They’re The Man

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Summary: When your brother runs off to England to follow his dreams of becoming a musician, you take the opportunity to masquerade as him at his new school, all just to play the sport you loved. Little did you know you would find a new love there.

A/N: This is for ‘THBBMarchMovieMadness2022′ on the server run by @missmonsters2​. This is a series rewrite of the movie ’She’s The Man’. I will be keeping the reader as gender neutral as I can. And I’ve also changed it from football to rugby, bc that makes me want to rip my own eyes out less lol

There will be specific warnings for every part.

Total Words: TBA

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Part One: The Runaway Brother and Ex-Best friend

Part Two: Babies First Day At School

Part Three: Hazing and Getting In With The Guys

16/4/22 - Part Four: Science Classes and A FUCKING TARANTULA!

23/4/22 - Part Five: The Carnival of Chaos

30/4/22 - Part Six: Double Dates and Debutante Season

7/5/22 - Part Seven: “Quick Question: WHAT?!”

14/5/22 - Part Eight: The Big Game

21/5/22 - Part Nine: The Way Things Were Meant To Be

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[chelleztjs18]

Ten Days || Series Masterlist

Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

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Pt. 1 // Pt. 2 // Pt. 3 // Pt. 4 // Pt. 5 // Pt. 6

Summary: Y/n and Wanda is stuck in an arranged marriage. What will happen when both of them have their own deals to be done in ten days?

Warning: 18+, SMUT, swearing words. Fluff, Angsts. (Specific warning for each part)

A/n: This is for "THBBMarchMovieMadness2022 Event" on discord server run by @missmonsters2 This is a miniseries fic that's inspired by "How To Lose A Guy In 10 Days" romcom. Happy reading! :)

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Ten Days (W.M) Pt. 4

Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader (Modern AU)

Summary: Y/n and Wanda is stuck in an arranged marriage. What will happen when both of them have their own deals to be done in ten days?

Warning: 18+ SMUT, swearing words, fluff, angsts (Specific warning for each parts)

A/n This is for "THBBMarchMovieMadness2022 Event" on discord server run by @missmonsters2 . This is a miniseries fic that's inspired by "How To Lose A Guy In 10 Days" romcom. Happy reading!

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The alarm clock blares out loud, commanding you to wake up. Your hand mindlessly turns it off and almost falls back to sleep until you hear your phone ring.

You quickly answer it without even checking out who is calling.

"Hello?" You answer sleepily.

"Good morning, beautiful. Wow, your morning voice sounds even more soothing." Wanda greets you followed by a compliment. Your voice drew a smile on her face.

So does her voice, your eyes are wide awake in a split second and you can't help yourself to smile. "Oh hello, good morning."

"Oh, I think I can hear your smile from here, my dear." Wanda teases you confidently. “Really? Do you always have this much confidence in you? What made you sure that I was smiling from you waking me up with your call this early?” You respond playfully.

“Ah, from your questions, I’m sure I was right, You are smiling, aren’t you? I wish I could see that pretty smile now.” You can’t help yourself, you giggle from her teasing.

“Then, I’m sure you are smiling too.” You pitch back her own jokes to her to avoid answering her question and secretly hoping that you will hear a little laugh from her.

You gained a laugh from her easily. “Well, yes, I am.” The brunette tells you casually so you can fall deeper into her plan. What she doesn't know just yet is talking to you actually made her morning and smiling ear to ear.

Hearing Wanda admit that she is smiling just from talking with you caught you off guard and speechless. You can feel the warmth on your blushing cheeks.

"Darling, are you there?" Wanda's voice brings you back from the daze.

"Uh y-yeah. Sorry. So why did you call again?” You ask in a sleepy tone while lying on your back rubbing your eyes to be more awake.

“Oh, nothing. Just wanted to say good morning to you and want to know what’s your plan for today? I’m thinking maybe we can spend time together today.” Wanda suggests. You didn’t notice that your heart beats a little faster, you are internally excited for another date with her but you have to stick to your plan. You try to shake the excited feelings off of you.

Meanwhile, Wanda is subconsciously thrilled and can’t wait to see you again. Well, in her brain’s defense, this is part of her plan. Then you remember what Yelena suggests to you.

“Oh, well, I have a lot of work to do at the office. My parents are on their business trip right now. So I gotta handle a bunch of work stuff for them.” You explain.

“Oh, that’s a bummer, sweetheart.” Disappointment sounds so clear in her voice.

“Yeah, sorry, Wands. This is important.” You reply. “More important than even having a date with your future wife?” Wanda teases you once more.

“Aaaw is Ms. Maximoff jealous now?” You ask in a sing-song baby-talk tone hoping that it will annoy her. Wanda chuckles in discomfort. She never likes anybody to talk with her that way. Wait, no. She actually hates it because some girls she was with sometimes talk in that tone, thinking they might sound cute but not at all for Wanda. For her it’s a deal breaker but she quickly shrugs it off. She tries to ignore it.

“Pfft, jealous? No, I’m not. I wouldn’t be jealous just because you are busy with your work.” Wanda denies it instantly.

“Well, that’s good. It wouldn’t work out for us if you are not okay with how much of a workaholic I am. My work is number one for me.” You are subtly trying to give a worse impression about yourself. “Oh really?” Wanda responds.

“Yes, that’s the type of a wife I’m gonna be. Work comes first.” you casually replied. Little by little, you try to trick her into thinking twice to marry you but of course Wanda doesn’t give up right away.

“Don’t worry, darling. I’ll find a way for us to spend time together and that’s the kind of wife I’m gonna be.” She jokingly returns your words. Her soft giggle with her accent really spreads warmth in you.

“Well, I guess we’ll see how good of a wife you are, babe.” You answer and Wanda takes your words as a challenge for her. “Oh, I’ll show you for sure.” Wanda is determined to show you and win your heart. You giggle once more. A vivid image of Wanda’s gorgeous green eyes looking at you, joy dancing through your heart and making your heart leap.

“So, are you sure you can’t meet me today?” Wanda tries her luck. “Sorry sweetie, I’m very busy today.” You refuse sweetly. “Okay then, wife. I’ll see you when I see you.” She ends the phone call playfully. You even laugh a little as you speak. “See you soon.”

You put your phone down and try to snooze back to bed for another few minutes but not even a few seconds your phone rings again.

You answer with another giggles as you say "Wanda, you are one persistent wife, aren't you?"

Like a drop on a roller coaster, another familiar voice in the call surprises you.

"Oh, flirting with your future wife, I see. It's me, Yelena by the way." Yelena's accent was easily recognized by you. “And, Nat.” Natasha’s voice jumps in the background. You sit yourself, forcing your brain to be prepared for what the sisters are going to say.

Yes, last night they caught you and Wanda almost kissed. You know them very well, they won’t let this one go so easily. In fact you avoided their questions about it since last night by giving them an excuse.

“I know, Lena. So what’s up?” You ask, anxiously waiting for their next words.

“So, she called you this early already?” Nat asks. “Also, why did you call her persistent? What did she do?” The sisters’ curiosity pushes out rows of questions.

“Uh yeah, she asked what’s my plan for today and she told me that she has a plan for us.” You try to answer casually. “And? What did you say?” Nat asks again.

“I told her I’m busy and I can’t go with her.”

“What? Why? I thought the plan is that you are going to spend time with her so you can be as obnoxious as you can?” Yelena’s question clearly demands explanation from you.

“Yes, I know. I was just trying to show her that I love working so much and I kinda gave her a hint I won’t be a good wife. I will put work before her.”You explain.

“Ah, that makes sense.” Nat agrees. "Then what else did she say?" Yelena questions you.

"She said she will find a way to spend time with and she is that type of wife." This time you answer their question easier.

"Ah okay. No wonder you called her persistent." You can hear Natasha's giggling after she commented on what you told them. "Wow, it seems like both of you already like each other." Of course Yelena always finds ways to poke fun out of you.

"Pffft. What? That's not true. Hey, it was all part of the plan. I told you guys already." You declined their theory right away.

“Oh really? So the almost kiss last night was part of the plan too?” And there it is. The topic that you are nervous about. Yelena obviously tries to hold her laughter. You are not even sure why you are nervous if they talk about it.

“Uh oh,I gotta go get ready.I have a meeting in an hour. We’ll talk again later.” You came up with the best answer you have, thankfully.

“Okay, you still owe us an explanation,” said the blonde sister. “You can’t keep avoiding us, y/n. We’ll come to you.” Nat exclaimed, followed by more giggles with her sister.

“Yeah, okay but bring me food please. Bye.” You jokingly agree even though you know that they will really show up later.

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“So how was the date last night?” James asks with a panting breath after a round of racquetball match with Kate and Wanda just ended.

“The irresistible Wanda Maximoff still trying to make her future wife like her?” Kate adds another teasing question right away as the three of them take a break from their exercise. Wanda takes several big gulps of her cold water shortly before she answers in a playful sarcasm.

“You can’t even wait to rub it in my face at least until I catch a breath, can you, Kate?” Wanda wipes her sweat around her face and neck. Kate and James laugh at her sarcasm.

“Okay, my bad. Catch your breath first so I can make fun of you in peace.” The shorter woman responds as she holds more of her laugh. Wanda playfully rolls her eyes as she takes a seat with them.

“Seriously, tell me how it was?” James reminds Wanda about his question as he smiles.

“It was…great. She looked adorable. It was like a roller coaster ride in the beginning but it was successful in the end.” Pride covers Wanda’s way of telling her story, complete with a confident smile.

“A roller coaster? What did you mean?” James asks curiously and Wanda can see it from how his eyebrows arch. With that, the brunette Sokovian proceeds to tell them everything that happened.

“Phew, sounds like your future wife is a little cuckoo.” Kate comments at the same time with her index finger gesture a circular movement in the air next to her temple. “Are you sure that you want to continue this bet? Is it even worth it if you deal with her craziness just to win this?” The younger brunette continues with her questions with a little concern.

“Oh no, I’m fine. You know me, there’s no girl I can’t handle, Kate. Even her. Yes, her mood swing was a little all over the place. After all the craziness, she was so sweet and adorable. I’m sure she falls deeper into my trick. We took a walk for a bit. We almost kissed and I gave her a rose then we—” Wanda rambles as her eyes sparkled with adoration as she remembered how gorgeous and sweet you were. The corner of her lips form a smile. Her train of thoughts makes her tell her best friends about the date, she even didn’t realize what she was saying in the end until Kate interrupts in shock.

“Wait..Wait..Wait! Did you just say that YOU, I meant, YOU and her almost kissed?? What the hell happened with your no kiss rule?” Surprised, Kate exclaimed with rows of questions and James laughed.

“Wait, uh y-yeah. We almost kissed. What? What’s funny, J?” Wanda stuttered at first with Kate’s questions that made her realize what she just told them and she quickly regretted it. She answers Kate then asks James.

“Oh nothing. It seems like the bet backfires earlier than I thought it would be. Sounds like you both have chemistry with each other.” James softly and casually answers her.

“What? No.. No. The kiss was part of the plan. Didn’t you hear what I said? We ALMOST kissed. It means we didn’t. I did it on purpose. You know, something like creating some moment so it will get into her head and slowly make her fall for me. That’s all.” Wanda tries to deny it as casually as she can and some explanations jump out all over the place. She is so relieved that her brain can come up with something to respond Kate 

“Oh, really? Your only rule is no kiss before you really date the girl. So, she must have caught your heart pretty good that she can get an exception and almost kiss you." Kate jokingly responds and another knowing smile forms on James’ face.

“Yes, really. I told you it's part of the plan. So it has nothing to do with feelings or heart or or or whatever you both are talking about.” Wanda denied it with all of her heart.

“Okay, if you say so.” Kate mumbles under her breath, shrugging her shoulders and all James does is just shake his head with a chuckle at the girls’ antics. After three of them are done exercising and Kate leaves, Wanda finally lets out a question that has been roaming around in her mind since the conversation earlier.

“Uh, hey J. I’m just wondering. You said that it seems that y/n and I have chemistry with each other. So did you mean that she likes me?” She clears her throat, internally questioning herself why it even matters for her to know the answer. Her brain fights her heart without her even realizing the secret battle in her. Of course it matters, because she needs to know her next step to make her plan work. Yes, that's why. It’s all about her plan to win her bet with Kate. That’s what her brain tells her at least.

“Uh well, she might. I don’t know. From her picture you showed me, she doesn’t look like the type of a girl who will kiss someone randomly. You know what, Wanda, I see how you look everytime you talk about her. You blush, even now. There’s a chance both of you probably like each other.” James lets out his opinion wisely.

“What? No. No. I don’t and let me remind you, she said I’m not her type, she even thinks I’m standard.” Wanda is all defensive as she rolls her eyes but her blushing cheeks say it all.

James chuckles a little at Wanda’s blushing cheeks and her nervous gestures. “Look, Wanda, I’m not making fun of you or anything. Like I said this bet might bite you back in the ass. I have known you since we were kids. You are like a sister to me. So just be careful, I just don’t want you nor Y/n gets hurt. What if real feelings slowly get involved? That’s all.” James gives Wanda brotherly warning as he gently pats her shoulder.

“Ough.. You sound like Pietro just now. Don’t worry, J. Nobody’s gonna get hurt, well Kate’s pride will be hurt actually because she will lose the bet.” Wanda gives the dark haired man a little reassurance.

“Well, how about introducing her to me. I would love to meet the future Mrs. Maximoff.” He asks with a little teasing in it. “Ha ha ha very funny James, there will be no Mrs. Maximoff anytime soon but yeah, I’ll think of a way to introduce her to you and Kate. So you two will see that my plan works.” Wanda winks at him.

“Sounds like a good plan, just keep me updated, Wands.”

“Sure, I will. Well, I gotta go now. Tell Emma I say HI. Love you.” With that Wanda kisses his cheek goodbye and walks to her car.

“Love you too.”

On the way home, James' and Kate's comments really get into Wanda's head and because of that, she convinces herself that this is all just for the bet, nothing more. She just has to make you like her, win the bet and then tell her parents that she will not do the arranged marriage with you. That's all, no feelings involved.

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“Oh wow, thanks guys. This is a lot of food. I can bring some home for dinner too.” You try a little bit of different choices of food that the sisters brought you. “Yeah, I’m trying to add some new things to the menu and these are the choices.” Nat explains.

“Yeah, you are our guinea pig for tasting it, so if you die tomorrow, it was because of Nat's cooking you ate.” Yelena snorts a laugh that doesn’t last too long after Nat playfully slaps the back of her head. “It means you’ll die too because you ate two plates of them, so shut up.” Nat responds. Yelena makes a mocking face as she mimics the way her sister talks. The two sisters always make you laugh with how they are to each other.

“So, tell us. What’s up with last night? You both almost kissed.” As you expected, Yelena brings up the topic again.

“Here we go again. Well, it–it was part of the plan.” You answer as you eat some more bites. “And..What was the plan? I think we didn’t talk about any kissing in our plan.” Nat questions you, the corner of her lips curve up a smile following one of her eyebrows arching up.

“Yeah, Nat’s right. There was no kissing in our plan. If you did kiss, what does it have to do to make her not want to marry you?” Yelena’s words add more pressure on you. Your mind rapidly tries to find an excuse to this damn almost kiss moment that you didn’t even know why it happened.

“Well, it was a spontaneous plan. I was gonna lure her to that kiss and then I–I was..” You stutter as you see both sisters looking at you with a teasing look waiting for your answer.

"I was gonna stop and then told her I haven't brushed my teeth all day. I knew she would be grossed out because she is a clean freak. Yeah, that was my plan." Your confidence comes back, thinking that you have come with a legit comment.

Yelena and Nat instantly laugh out loud. "Really? That's the best excuse you came up with?" The blonde sister responds in sarcasm while trying not to laugh even louder.

“That was really what happened, Lena.” You retort and your cheeks blush at the same time.

“Y/n, you haven’t changed at all. You are still a bad liar.” Natasha comments with a knowing smile and shakes her head. “Natty, I’m serious.” You try harder to convince them.

“Sure, y/n. Sure. Now, try the other food that Nat made. I want to see if you will get sick after that or not.” Yelena suggested as she sees your face is as red as a tomato by now as a crumpled napkin that Natasha threw at her hits her head and bounced.

“So, I saw you were holding a rose last night. I assume that it was from Wanda. Do you like it?” Natasha brought up a new topic as you try the other food.

Just at the same time you are going to answer Nat’s question, you hear a voice asking another question followed by the sounds of high heels meeting the floor in a stepping rhythm. “Do you like what, dear?”

The voice quickly makes the three of you turn your head to see who it is. Right after, you see that it’s Wanda walking in towards your desk, your eyes rounded and some of the food decided to get into the wrong pipe. You cough a few times in panic, hoping that she didn't hear any of the conversation.

The sisters are as startled as you are as Wanda walks closer and closer. You grab a drink and take a big gulp before you greet her, awkwardly. “Are you okay, dear?” Wanda quickens her steps next to you as she asks worriedly.

“Wanda! Hii. Uh–y-yeah yeah. I’m okay. How long have you been here?” An awkward smile curved up slowly and you cleared your throat, nervously.

“Not too long, I just walked in. Oh, thank God. I thought you were choking. Anyway, hi, love. How are you?” Wanda leans to kiss cheek. The sisters try to keep their cool in this awkward tension. Natasha has to nudge her sister with her elbow subtly after she notices her trying hard to suppress her laugh from her weird looking smile.

“I’m good.” You answer and your eyes flick around between her and the sisters.

“So, do you like what, darling? I heard that she asked you earlier when I came in. “Oh..uh.. She meant–” All of a sudden, your brain is blank. You can’t think of the right answer. Even Yelena, who always has some ideas is stunned.

“We are catering for Ms. Y/L/N’s mother’s event. Since Ms. Y/L/N is too busy for the food tasting, so we brought some for her to try. We are from the Romanova restaurant at the 3rd Street and Lincoln Ave.” Just like that, Natasha came to the rescue.

"Oh! That's y/n's favorite place. We were there last night for our date." The brunette looks at Natasha and Yelena then comments in excitement.

You are relieved to know that Wanda didn't hear what the conversation was about.

The sisters thank her in gratitude but they can see how Wanda's eyes sparkle with joy when she talks about the date with you.

"Oh, can you cater for my party for the day after tomorrow? I know it's short notice, I will tell my assistant to call you if you can do it? It’s just a small business party." Wanda asks.

"I can take care of it, sweetie. I'll arrange everything for you. I’m sure that they can squeeze us in." You propose immediately. "Are you sure? I just want a simple party but still fun with nice decorations and tasty food." Wanda stated.

"Oh yeah, no problem. I have arranged lots of my parents' parties so no biggie, babe. I even already have an idea for your party." You reassure her.

An idea just popped in your head and you secretly nodded to your bestfriends when Wanda wasn’t looking.

Of course Yelena notices that you are up to something so she instantly agrees with the date for the party that was mentioned. "I just checked our schedule, we can cater for your party."

“Great! Thank you so much. I can write a check on whatever amount you want me to put in the down payment.” The brunette offers as she grabs her checkbook ready in hand.

“Don’t worry about it. Ms. Y/L/N is our regular customer. We will let her know how much later.” The redhead replied, followed by a smile. She then looks at you and adds “Well, we will get going. You can just let us know which food you like and we can talk more about the business party plan.”

With that, the girls bid their farewell and left both of you alone.

You see Wanda stands next to you and she offers her hand for you to take. “Well? Can I get a hug from my sweetheart now?” Wanda flirts. Her smile and her green eyes make you nervous in a way that makes you want to smile instead. As if your mind has its own mind, you take her hand and she pulls you up to hug you. You let her, you even voluntarily sink into her hug.

Gosh, you just love being in her arms, don't you? Her warmth, hearing her heartbeat let alone her perfume that tickles your senses. Part of your mind thinking what to do next. Trying hard to find the reason to act like a crazy weird girlfriend just like what you plan but the other part of your brain just turns into a puddle in her warm embrace. Okay, this is not right. You are supposed to make her lose interest in you, NOT you getting more interested in her. Wait, are you?

Of course not. Oh for heaven sake, why do you even think of all of these unnecessary thoughts. You let go of your hug and lean back a little from her hug.

Wanda's hands stay on your waist and look at you in adoration. You smile with giddy feelings. "Yay! There is the smile I have been waiting to see." To Wanda's brain, she thinks those are just words to trap you deeper in her flirting game but her heart actually wants to see your smile and feel you in her embrace.

"Aw thank you and there's the confidence I always talk about." You reply.

She laughs a little. "The one that you love about me?" She responds as her fingers gently push your hair away from your face.

"So.. what are you doing here?" You answer her with a question. As usual you avoid her question and Wanda only chuckles before she answers you.

"Well, I'm here to pick you up for our date and before you say that you are busy with work, I called your dad. He said you don't have to finish the work and he will ask his assistant to get everything done." Wanda explains and leaves no room for you to refuse her plan.

"Wow, sneaky move, Wands."

"I know. I just want to spend more time with you. Get to know you. Can you blame me?" She rubs your back so gently.

"You are really good with your words, aren't you?" You flirt back, playing along. Wanda chuckles once more.

"So, what's the super important date you plan for us that even made you call my dad to set me free from work, darling?" You add some sarcasm in your question, hopefully it will annoy her. Your hands mindlessly run up her arms to her shoulders.

"Well, I want us to relax at my place and we can watch some of my favorite sitcoms because I remember you told me how much you love watching them." Wanda presents her idea with a proud smile.

"That's all? You stop me from working just for that? I hope at least you have some red wine for me." You act disappointed and demanding with a whiny tone and a pouty face even though you actually love the idea. You love relaxing and watching sitcoms. To you, it sounds like a perfect date.

"Uh well, don't worry, my dear. You'll get your red wine. I will set it up to be romantic, intimate and relaxing. I thought a busy workaholic woman like you, needed something like that…with me." Pride shines in her eyes as she winks at you.

"Wow, okay. Sounds like a good plan but I still have something to do before I leave. So can we just meet at your place?" You suggested the idea. “Of course. I’ll see you soon. Be careful, it’s raining outside now.” Her right hand cups your cheek and slowly moves a little, her fingers rake through your hair. She leans to you and it makes you all nervous.

“Okay, I will.”

Boy oh boy, the feelings of her lips kiss your cheek once again really freeze you. Seeing her green eyes gleaming really spread warmth in your heart.

As soon as Wanda left your office, you called Natasha and Yelena. “Girls, come see me at my place. I have some plans for Wanda.”

Your mind is filled with a bunch of plans to sabotage the date and Wanda's business party.

Pt. 5

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The Proposal - Part 1

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

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Summary: Wanda Maximoff is the book editor of a North American multinational corporation. You, as her assistant, are obliged to do all her bidding. And that includes marrying her when the redhead is in danger of being deported back to Sokovia. But it's all good. After all, what could possibly go wrong?

Word count: 4.657 || Pronouns: not used

Warnings: fake dating, blackmail, nudity (no smut), swearing

And here's the first part of this series!! I'm so excited for this, you guys have no idea! I love this movie and I can't wait to recreate it with Wanda! Hope you guys like what I do with this!

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The universe fucking hates you.

Last night you went to bed way past an appropriate time, reading book manuscripts, looking for one that might deserve a chance to be published.

To your surprise, you managed to find one that night, and you went to bed feeling satisfied with the day's work. And you had a good night's sleep. Actually, a very good night's sleep.

But as said, the universe fucking hates you, so of course there would be a power surge in the dilapidated building you live in that would burn out your charger. Of course your cell phone would start up completely dead, and your alarm clock wouldn't go off, and you wouldn't wake up on time.

Of course.

Mumbling every swear word you can think of, you get ready for another day of work, trying to fix your tie while you wait impatiently for the elevator to arrive on the first floor.

Knowing the New York traffic all too well, you don't risk taking a cab, and take off running towards your destination. It would take at least twenty minutes, but you would do everything to get to Lee Books before the evil woman who happens to be your boss.

On your way, you stop at the usual coffee shop, and feel all hope leaving your body at once as you see the gigantic line to take your order. Yeah, you wouldn't make it in time.

But then, like an angel sent from heaven, you see the attendant calling your name, smiling as she holds up two cups. You smile in appreciation as you walk up to her, and the girl smiles as she hands you the drinks.

After that, you start running again and stop only when you reach the Lee Books building, to get into the elevator that was about to close. Inside, you exchange awkward greetings with the employees around you, and tap your foot anxiously as you wait for the display to show your floor.

Once you get there, you allow yourself to let out a sigh of relief; your coworkers chatting away casually could only indicate that the demon hadn't arrived yet.

Not wanting to indulge yourself, however, you pick up the pace. But in the midst of your haste, you fail to see the errand guy passing in your path, and, proving once again that the universe hates you, you bump into him, squeezing the cups between the two of you.

"Jesus!" You yell in anger, but it's not really the guy's fault, so you just keep walking. You check the cups in your hand, and feel a wave of relief at seeing that at least one of them is intact.

The feeling is short-lived, however, as you soon notice the giant stain on the front of your white shirt. Trying to contain your frustration with deep breaths so as not to have a mental breakdown right there, you go in search of help.

"I need the shirt off your back. Literally." You say as you approach the desk of Anna Marie, one of your closest co-workers. The brunette examines the stain on your shirt for a brief second before raising her disgusted eyes back to yours.

"You're kidding, right?" she asks in disbelief, and you sigh wearily, already sick of that day and it had barely begun. "Two tickets to The Cure's concert on Saturday night for your shirt. You have five seconds to decide."

It takes Anna a little over five seconds to accept your offer, but you weren't really counting. After you leave the bathroom, your shirts changed, you thank her for her help, but she just says she'll be waiting for the tickets on her desk before her shift ends.

You can only relax again when you are standing in your boss's office, her coffee in your hands and your clothes once again presentable on your body. Now all you have to do is wait for her to arrive and endure another tiring day at work like all the others.

It doesn't take long before you begin to hear the clicks of her heels approaching, and you straighten your posture, distractedly smoothing your tie in front of your body.

"Morning, boss. You have a conference call in 30 minutes." You say as you hold out the coffee cup to her, and she barely looks at you as she takes it. "Yes. About the marketing of the spring books. I know."

Wanda Maximoff is a... difficult woman. Even after three years of working for her, the redhead always found a way to make you feel small, stepping on eggshells whenever she was around.

She was extremely demanding, brutally honest, and robotically insensitive. In all the years you worked with her, you never saw Wanda show a single emotion, even if she made her employees cry with an alarming frequency.

But she was one of the best at her job, if not the best. And if putting up with her in all her arrogance and cruelty is what it takes to become a book editor one day, that's what you would do.

The two of you then begin to discuss the pertinent issues of that morning, from meetings and appointments for the day to whether or not you had done the things she had told you to do.

You also let her know that her immigration lawyer called, demanding urgency, but she just interrupts you, telling you to cancel the call before giving you another set of tasks.

"Oh, and get a hold of PR and have them start drafting a press release. Rogers is doing Jimmy Fallon." She finishes the commands without even looking at you and you widen your eyes in surprise. "Wow. Nicely done."

"If I want your praise, I will ask for it." She replies snidely, turning to fiddle with her computer, and you resist the urge to roll your eyes as you walk toward the office door.

"Um... Who is, uh, who is Jillian?" Wanda asks next, making you stop in your tracks. "And why does she want me to call her?" She adds, showing the message on the cup to you and you clench your jaw.

"Well, that was originally my cup." You answer slowly, trying to hide your embarrassment. "And I'm drinking your coffee why?" she then asks, in a tone like someone talking to a stupid child.

"Because your coffee spilled." You reply, fearing for your life as the redhead looks at you with judgmental eyes. She nods briefly then, bringing the cup to her lips, and you remain frozen in place, wondering if you should continue walking away or wait.

"So, you drink unsweetened cinnamon light soy lattes?" Wanda asks after taking a sip, raising her eyebrows defiantly in your direction. You have only a second to decide whether to speak the truth or not, and you obviously make the worst choice.

"I do. It's like Christmas in a cup." You reply wryly, but the redhead doesn't flinch. Instead, she settles back in her chair, her debauched posture never leaving her. "Umm. Is that a coincidence?"

"Incredibly, it is. I mean I wouldn't possibly drink the same coffee that you drink just in case yours spilled. That would be, uh, pathetic." You reply, laughing nervously, and look away the next moment to answer your phone, missing the way she looks at you disdainfully before turning to her computer again.

"Morning. Miss Waximoff's office. Hey, Tony." You greet the man on the other end of the line, but barely pay attention to what he says next, as Wanda makes a sign with her hand, signaling that you're going there at that moment.

"Actually, we're headed to your office right now. Yeah." You let Stark know and then hang up the phone, looking at Wanda with confused eyes, even though her back is turned to you. "Why are we headed to Tony's office?"

The only answer you get is a click of the redhead's tongue in a fake smile, and you repeat the action annoyedly. Trying to control your nerves, you quickly fish out your cell phone, typing into your co-workers' chat group a "the witch is on her broom!" before escorting her out.

"Have you finished the manuscript I gave you?" you venture to ask, not daring to look at her as you do so. "Uh, I read a few pages. I wasn't that impressed." She says and you resist the urge to scoff. "Can I say something?"

"No." She replies snidely, but you ignore her. "I've read thousands of manuscripts, and this is the only one I've given you. There's an incredible novel in there. The kind of novel you used to publish-"

"Uh, wrong." She interrupts you rudely, looking at Anna's blouse as you walk past her. "And I do think you order the same coffee as I do just in case you spill, which is, in fact, pathetic."

"Or impressive." You argue, trying not to be shaken by her harsh words, but Wanda doesn't budge at any point. "I'd be impressed if you didn't spill in the first place.

"Now remember, you're just a prop in here." She adds meanly as you're about to enter Stark's office. "Won't say a word." You say with a sigh, keeping your emotions to yourself.

"Ah! Our fearless leader and her liege. Please, do come in." The man with the goatee greets, and you force a smile at the unfunny joke. But preferring not to comment, you just watch the completely uninteresting interaction of the two on some old piece of furniture.

"Tony, I'm letting you go." Wanda says suddenly, taking both you and Stark by surprise. The man looks at you, as if in search of some explanation, but you just look away. "Pardon?"

"I asked you over a dozen times to get Rogers to do Jimmy Fallon, and you didn't do it. You're fired." She replies casually, like someone talking about the weather, and you decide it might be better to close the door.

"I have told you that is impossible. Steve hasn't done an interview in twenty years." Tony retorts with annoyed humor. Wanda remains with her usual serious expression and you remain still, afraid to move and attract attention to you somehow.

"Well, that is interesting, because I just got off the phone with him, and he is in." She tells you, and you contain a smile at the almost shocked expression the man with the goatee makes, "Excuse me?"

"You didn't even call him, did you?" Wanda retorts, starting to sound annoyed, and you swallow dryly, your eyes running from Stark to your boss as they talk. "But-"

"I know, I know. Steve can be a little scary to deal with. For you." The redhead accuses and as Stark assumes an offensive posture, you bite your lip to hold back a smile, remembering the rumors that swirled about the two of them a few years ago.

"Now, I will give you two months to find another job and then you can tell everyone you resigned, okay?" Wanda suggests calmly and doesn't wait for an answer before leaving the room. Stark is static, and you prefer not to say anything else before following the redhead out.

"What's his twenty?" she asks when you're already in the common area of the floor, and you look back discreetly, peeking out the window of Tony's living room. "He's moving. He has crazy eyes."

"Don't do it, Tony, don't do it." Wanda mutters to herself, but it's in vain, because less than a second later Stark is behind you, staring at the redhead with eyes wide with anger.

"You poisonous bitch!" he shouts in the middle of the office, making all the employees go absolutely silent to try to understand what's going on.

"You can't fire me! You don't think I see what you're doing here? Sandbagging me on this Jimmy Fallon thing just so that you can look good to the board?" Tony angrily accuses, and you sit down in one of the free chairs, already feeling a migraine starting before that crazy day.

"Because you are threatened by me! And you are a monster." The man with the goatee finishes proudly, but Wanda is unfazed. In fact, she watches the scene with an impassive expression, a small smile on her lips, and you wonder once again since you started working for her if she's some kind of psychopath.

"Tony, stop." Wanda asks, a slight tone of humor in her voice as she leans on one of the office's half walls, but Stark isn't intending to listen to her. "Just because you have no semblance of a life outside of this office, you think that you can treat all of us like your own personal slaves."

That was a low blow, and from Tony's victorious expression you think he knows that too. But you don't really care, because deep down you also think the same way.

"You know what, I feel sorry for you. Because you know what you're gonna have on your deathbed? Nothing and no one." Stark continues the nasty speech, but at that point you just want him to shut up so you can continue working in peace.

"Listen carefully, Tony," Wanda begins, walking dangerously slowly to a stop face to face with the man, "I didn't fire you because I feel threatened. No. I fired you because you're lazy, entitled, incompetent and you spend more time cheating on your wife than you do in your office."

You widen your eyes at her speech, watching the scene as if you were watching the most interesting movie in the world. Obviously, you don't dare utter a single sound, and the redhead continues talking.

"And if you say another word, Y/n here is gonna have you thrown out on your ass, okay?" She says and you immediately make a shocked expression. But then she's looking at you for confirmation and you nod briefly.

"Another word," Wanda continues when Stark threatens to interrupt her, "and you're going out of here with an armed escort. Y/n will film it and put it on that social media app. What's that?"

"Instagram?" You respond weakly, completely embarrassed by the situation your boss is putting you in right now, but the redhead doesn't care one bit, turning her attention back to Tony. "Exactly. Is that what you want?"

The question goes unanswered as Stark just stares at her in silence and Wanda lets out a brief victorious smile. "Didn't think so, I have work to do." She ends the conversation, giving no opportunity for a retort as she turns and walks back to her office.

The next moment all the employees around you are back to work, sounds of keyboards and papers being flipped echoing through the room as you go back to following Wanda around.

"I need you around this weekend to help review his files and his manuscript." She announces as the two of you are walking, as if the moment of a second ago never happened, and you look at her with apprehension. "This weekend?"

"You have a problem with that?" she asks, not really sounding concerned, in fact, directing her eyes to yours as if daring you to contradict her.

"No. I... Just my dad's 60th birthday, so I was gonna go home and-" you try to explain, but the next moment the redhead is walking away, leaving you talking to yourself, "it's fine. I'll cancel it. You're actually saving me from a weekend of misery anyway so it's... good talk, yeah."

You finally give up standing there talking to yourself like an idiot and, with a mixed sigh of exhaustion and irritation, you go to your desk.

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After the scandalous events of your morning, you try to get some work done, answering emails and calls, as well as reading manuscripts of books that are intended to be published.

However, less than an hour later, you receive a call on your cell phone, and you smile as you see your sister's name on the screen, the photo you two took years ago glowing on the device's screen.

"Good morning, Officer." You joke as you answer, and hear a soft chuckle on the other end of the line. "Good morning, boring office worker." Natasha replies in the same tone, making you smile.

"What time will you be home? Dad wants to pick you up at the airport." The redhead announces the last part in an amused tone, and you laugh softly, leaning back against your office chair. "That's nice, but you really don't have to do that.

"Then you tell him that and break his heart." She promptly hits back, and it's as if you can see her rolling her eyes amused, and you smile to yourself, missing your sister. Then the silence drags on, and you finally remember that she is waiting for an answer. "Yeah... I won't be able to make it."

"Come on, Y/n!" Natasha complains at the same instant, showering you with comments about how you haven't been home in three years, about how important family is, or about how your job in New York isn't worth what you have to face.

"I know, I know! Please tell dad I'm sorry... Nat, come on, what do you want me to tell you? She's making me work the weekend." You interrupt, but Natasha just stays silent and you are not surprised by the words that follow the pause. "You should resign, you know?"

"Of course not, Nat. I've worked too hard for this promotion to throw it all away, okay?" you say and hear your sister start to retort. But then you see Wanda approaching your desk out of the corner of your eye and mutter a quick goodbye to her, saying you would call her later.

"Was that your family?" The redhead asks as she stops beside your desk. "Yes." You answer simply, not looking at her as you do so. "They tell you to quit?" she asks and you laugh softly, completely humorless. "Every single day."

Wanda just nods at your snide comment, but before she can think to reply, the phone on your desk rings, and you answer it at the same instant. The redhead stands there, waiting for the message, and less than a minute later, you are hanging up the phone.

"Xavier and Lehnsherr want to see you upstairs immediately." You let her know and Wanda closes her eyes, taking a deep breath to relieve the stress. "Okay. Come get me in ten minutes. We've got a lot to do."

"Okey-doke." You respond with a forced smile. But as soon as she walks away it disappears, replaced by a grimace of irritation. But before you can let the feeling consume you any longer, the phone is ringing again and you sigh, getting back to work.

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As you make your way to the top floor to pick up Wanda, you decide to briefly check your cell phone.

As soon as you unlock the device, however, your screen is flooded with aggressive messages and angry emojis from your younger sister, Yelena, somewhat worrying threats about you not coming home for your father's sixtieth birthday.

But then the elevator is opening again and you sigh. Being forced to deal with it after your working hours, you return the cell phone to your pocket, straightening your tie before exiting the elevator.

You politely greet the secretary to the company's CEOs and the woman returns it with a kind smile as you approach the door. With a few light knocks on the wood, you open the door shortly thereafter, knowing the three people in that room think they are too important to open the door for you.

"Excuse me, we're in a meeting." Charles Xavier, who is sitting in his wheelchair behind the desk, interrupts your greeting with a serious expression, and you force a smile at the annoyed look on Erik Lehnsherr's face, sitting against the office commode right next to the other man, his arms crossed in front of his chest.

"Sorry to interrupt." You say apologetically, and only then does Wanda turn toward the door. "What?!" She asks impatiently, and you hold back from answering that it was she who called you in there in the first place.

"Raven from Mr Fallon's office called. She's on the line," you let her know, speaking as fast as you can while the woman nods quickly, "she needs to speak with you right away. I told her you were otherwise engaged. She insisted, so... Sorry."

You take a discreet deep breath as you finish speaking, your hand still resting on the doorknob. Noticing that Wanda stares at you in silence with a strange expression, you frown.

"Come here." She gestures with her mouth so that only you can hear, and your eyebrows frown even more in complete confusion. But then she is calling you again, impatiently, and you rush to obey.

"Gentlemen, I understand. I understand the predicament that we are in. And, um... And there's, uh... well... I think there's something that you should know." Wanda speaks to the two CEOs, awkwardly making her way to your side, and you keep your hands in your pockets uncomfortably.

"We're, uh... We're getting married." She says clumsily, patting your belly even clumsier and your brain just stops right there.

What does she mean you're getting married? Has she lost her mind? Or have you lost your mind? Yeah, you must have fallen and hit your head somewhere and now you were having the worst nightmare of your life while you were actually lying in some hospital bed.

"We are getting married." The redhead repeats, bringing you back to reality as she continues the awkward endearment that she thinks is convincing, and you wanted to laugh at the absurd situation if not for your body's entire unresponsiveness.

"Who is getting married?" You make a way to ask, still not believing that that whole situation could be real. But the redhead just forces a laugh. "You and I. You and I are getting married! Yes."

Noticing that Wanda is looking at Charles and Erik you do the same, and noticing that the two men are expecting a more convincing answer from you, you try to formulate something to say.

"We are." That's all that comes out of your lips, and for a moment you wonder if you're even managing to blink. "Getting married, yes." The redhead completes your words with a nod for emphasis.

"Your secretary?" Erik asks Wanda, a mixture of humor and confusion in his tone as he points in your direction. "Assistant." You correct the man, trying not to let your annoyance show, but he just smiles amused.

"Executive! Assistant... Secretary... Titles." The redhead replies, waving her hands dismissively. "But wouldn't it be the first time one of us fell for our secretaries, would it, Lehnsherr?" She adds humorously, and you resist the urge to widen your eyes at the insinuation.

"The truth is," Wanda continues, completely ignoring the awkward atmosphere in the room, "you know, Y/n and I, we're... We're just two people who weren't meant to fall in love but we did." She continues and you wonder if anyone would try to stop you if you jumped out the window now.

"All those late nights at the office and weekend book fairs... Something happened." She continues in a tone convincing to absolutely no one, and you force a nervous laugh. "Something."

"Yeah, tried to fight it and... Can't-Can't fight a love like ours." Wanda says, wrapping an arm around you in an awkward hug, and the most you can do in response is to try not to grimace in discomfort. Lucky for you, she pulls away less than a second later.

"So, uh... Are we good with this? Are you happy? Because, well... We are happy. So happy." She asks Erik and Charles, who watch the scene with humorous expressions of those who don't believe that absurd story one bit.

You imagine that all this marriage nonsense has to do with whatever it is they were talking about before you arrived. Now, how such a subject got to you marrying your wicked boss, you would never be able to tell.

"Wanda, it's terrific. Just make it official, mhm?" Charles says, pointing to the wedding ring on his finger, and you swallow dryly. Your expressions contort in disgust no matter how hard you try to avoid it.

You and Wanda were getting married? Wanda Maximoff? The most insufferable person you know? Your boss? Absolutely not. No way, no. Not happening.

"Yeah, well, then... Then that means we need to get ourselves to the immigration office so we can work this whole mess out. Right?" The redhead then says, but you are too shocked to process anything that is happening at that moment.

By the time you realize your surroundings again you and Wanda are outside the company's executive directors office, the redhead a few steps ahead of you as if nothing has happened.

As you follow her, you notice some chatter around you, some colleagues casting curious and insinuating glances at you, and you immediately decide to keep your gaze down.

As soon as you return to her office, you close the door, and turn to Wanda with your mind still racing at a thousand miles an hour. The redhead, on the other hand, is just working normally, and you take a deep breath to pull yourself together.

"I don't understand what's happening." You speak eventually, your voice slightly shaky from shock, but Wanda doesn't raise her eyes to you as she flips through the pages of one of the manuscripts she's evaluating. "Relax, this is for you too."

"Do explain." You ask, the shock slowly turning to irritation. "They were going to make Tony chief." She replies simply, answering absolutely nothing, and you resist the urge to scoff. "So naturally I would have to marry you."

"And what's the problem?" She asks casually, and your first impulse is to ask if she wants the reasons in chronological or relevance order. Before the words can leave your mouth, she is speaking again. "Like you were saving yourself for someone special?"

"I like to think so. Besides, it's illegal." You say impatiently, but the redhead just laughs amused. "They're looking for terrorists, not for book publishers. She says humorously, but you don't even smile. "Wanda, I'm not gonna marry you."

"Sure you are. Because if you don't marry me, your dreams of touching the lives of millions with the written word are dead." She says calmly, finally looking at you. "Tony is gonna fire you the second I'm gone. Guaranteed. That means you're out on the street alone looking for a job. That means all the time that we spent together, all the lattes, all the canceled dates were all for nothing and all your dreams of being an editor are gone."

"But don't worry," she continues, pretending not to notice your almost terrified expression looking at her, "after the required allotment of time, we'll get a quickie divorce and you'll be done with me. But until then, like it or not, your wagon is hitched to mine, okay?"

It's amazing how calmly Wanda talks about such an absurd subject, about how the future of your career is so dependent on her. Worst of all, she knows this so well that she put you in this situation without a second thought, without even considering how you would feel about it. Because she doesn't care, of course she doesn't.

Suddenly your breathing becomes shallow, your heart beating fast inside your chest while the sounds of the office become almost deafening. Amidst so many questions and possibilities of what that absurd idea will result in, you have only one certainty.

The universe fucking hates you.

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And that's it for today! I hope you enjoyed it, thoughts and comments are always welcome ツ

Part 2

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[lesbian-deadpool]

They’re The Man

Part Three: Hazing and Getting In With The Guys

Words: 3,134

Warnings: The reader (once again) being kind of embarrassing, PDA, I think that may be it.

Summary: Sometimes you really loved Thor.

Ko-Fi

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(Not my pics)

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The first day at Shield was a long and weird one.

So, it only made sense that the night would be the same.

You were awoken by the feeling of cold water landing on you in a harsh splash, choking against the liquid as you moved to sit up. Wet and hazy eyes only just managed to make out the masked and robed men surrounding your bed.

"Rise and shine," the one wearing a red cape said medicinally. He was obviously the leader.

"What in the cult type shit-?" your question was cut off by your yelp at suddenly being hoisted from your now soaked through bed. "Let go." You remembered "the voice". "Let go!" you repeated, deeper this time.

You were carried into the bathroom, thrust onto the cold floor, only to be forced to stand around the open planned showers with other members of the rugby team.

"Welcome to hell!"

'Oh, so soon? Thought that was supposed to happen when I died.'

Screams echoed through the room, and oatmeal -leftover from this morning, you presumed- was flung at you and the surrounding guys.

"Gentlemen! Let me present this year's rugby newbies!"

"But first, you must remove your clothes!" a man looking suspiciously like Sam said.

What?

"Remove their clothes!" the masked men chanted, making the boys around you do as they were ordered, "Remove their clothes! Take off your clothes, now!"

Ha. No.

Now you had to find a way out of this, too.

Ducking down, you fell to your knees and easily crawled past the chanting members of the rugby team and the ones still undressing.

With a slap to the wall, you managed to pull yourself up from the ground. Looking below your palm, you saw what appeared to be your saving grace.

A fire alarm.

With a single look back at the rowdy crowd, you yanked on it, sending ringing throughout the dorm, leaving you to your escape.

You couldn't even get a good night's sleep in peace.

And now? You smelled worse than before.

That's just great.

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Thor answered the phone with, "Hello. My life sucks," early the next day.

"I'm done!" you told him.

"What?"

"Everyone thinks that I'm a geek, loser, deviant. I'll never even see the field against Hydra, with me being second-string. And not to mention I haven't been able to take a shower, so I smell so bad I'm convulsing people," you ranted, "Weill you just, please, pick me up, take me home, and never let me do anything like this again!"

"Look, Y/N, I don't know about all the rugby stuff." You heard the faint click of his fingers snapping over the phone as you scratched at your wig. "But the social stuff? Now, I might just have an idea!"

"Really?" you asked sceptically, almost afraid of what the man's answer would be.

"Oh, absolutely. We're gonna show everybody just how much of a man you really are."

"Okay, yeah, that sounds great," you replied sarcastically, "How the fuck are we gonna do that?"

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"Go, Y/N," you heard Thor's voice whisper into the earpiece he had given you, from where he sat within the pizza restaurant, giving you your queue to enter the building.

Two young kids were rushing to the door as you walked through it. Raising both your hands, you said, "High-five." But that got shut down real quick when they straight-up ignored you and left through the door, "Alright, cool. Bye, kids."

Making your way towards Steve, Sam, and Bucky, you nodded to a random girl with a smirk on your face, "Hey, how you doing, beautiful?" Who just smiled at you in return.

"Sup?" you asked the guys who had just finished filling out their booth, taking up any -and all- room left.

"What's up?" they all greeted, just as Thor spoke for the second time.

"Go, Wanda."

From the corner of your eye, you saw the pale brunette heading your way, clad in a tight skirt and shirt.

"Hey, Tony," she greeted, wrapping her arms around you in a hug, "Grab my ass," she whispered in your ear.

"What?"

"Just do it."

Your hand was basically on her ass anyway. But at her request, you fully cupped her behind.

"Hey, Wanda." Throwing a smirk to the boys watching you and the girl intently. "Hey, how are you, baby?"

"Not the same without you," Wanda replied, fingers gripping your jaw moving it side to side, "I mean, how could I be?"

"I know, and I'm sorry. But, y'know, new school, new babe pool."

"Aha, I know." She nodded, brushing her hands over your chest and arms. "I miss you, Tony. So much. I've been thinking about you, a lot. Especially when I'm alone... and cold at night. You were always so good at keeping me warm," Wanda said seductively, causing your eyes to blow wide in shock.

"Sweet," you had to keep your voice from raising in pitch. As her hands travelled down you your waist, making their way under the hem of your T-shirt.

"It was worth not being able to walk properly the next day."

"That's even better."

Wanda drew you in for another hug, allowing you to whisper in her ear once more, "I'm gonna beat the shit outa you." The brunette giggled, acting as if you were whispering sweet nothings in her ear.

"Oh, Tony."

"Okay, now, big, mournful sigh. Bittersweet farewell. You're nothing but his consensual plaything, honey," Thor instructed, and the girl followed.

"It was really great to see you, hot stuff," she said, pulling back and drawing your hands with her, "Call me anytime. I'll always be here. Ready and waiting." She puckered her lips, ready for you to kiss her.

Not knowing what else to do, you kissed your fingertips and pressed them to her lips.

Knowing that wasn't good enough with the way Wanda blinked her eyes open at you, you redyed yourself to hear her beg for a kiss. Only for you to deny her and for her to finally walk away so that the rest of Thor's plan could play out.

But what did actually happen surprised you.

Your friend reached over, placed her hands on your cheeks and pulled you in, making a show of kissing you.

The kiss only lasted for a few seconds until you cupped the underside of her jaw in your hand and turned her face away from yous.

A dreamy sigh escaped Wanda's lips before she walked away.

You watched her ass sway as she strutted away. "I'd tap that. I did tap that." Looking over your shoulder at the boys still watching you intently, you remarked, "Women, am I right?"

"Yeah," the boys agreed, smiling and nodding to your words.

"Thank you, Wanda, you're amazing," Thor spoke, "And go for, Valkyrie."

"Tony? Is that you?"

"Hey, what's going on, Valkyrie?" you greeted the girl in the tight dress, making her way towards you, throwing herself into your arms.

"Right, who's this one?" Steve asked the boys behind you.

"Nothing's 'going on' at all." She shrugged. "Everything's boring now that our school lost you. I mean, who else could possibly be the 'Top Gun', other than Tony Stark?"

It was unmistakable.

The mischievous twinkle in her brown eyes.

And that's when you knew.

He and Wanda had a bet on who cold to the most as your "ex-girlfriend".

You were so gonna get them both after this.

"Well," you coughed, clearing your throat as you leaned against the seats where the man were sitting in the booth. Watching as Valkyrie manoeuvred herself nearer and nearer until she was pressed up against your body, as you spoke, "The time comes for a man to move along, Val."

"I know, baby," she cooed, hand holding yours, with your other arm hung over her shoulder, slowly trailing your palm up her body, "In the end, I wasn't woman enough for you."

With a hiss like you had been burned, you whipped your hand away from where Valkyrie had pulled it to rest on her breast.

"No, you weren't."

"And that's just something I'll always have to live with." You spotted Thor miming along with her words out of the corner of your eye.

"I'm afraid you will, baby."

"It just hurts, is all," she pretended to cry.

You shrugged. "What can I say? Love is pain."

A small yelp sounded from your mouth when she suddenly thrust you into her.

"Just know, no one could be as good as you in any way. I'll never forget you, Tony. Ever!" Valkyrie wept, "Never!"

She turned to leave, momentarily stopping her fake tears to just out her ass and wiggle it slightly, throwing you an expectant look over her shoulder.

Getting what she was after, you swiftly smacked her behind, sending her on her way out of the restaurant, fake sobs once more echoing through the building.

"Needy," you told the guys, "Had to cut it off before things got too serious." With that, you moved away, letting them talk between themselves, as per Thor's instructions.

"Tony?" Your ears perked up at that.

Christine.

Thor scrambled from his table. "Not good. Very, not good. Don't let her get too close. She'll see your face and recognise you." Then Thor was off. Running from her view.

"Wait, Thor. What do I do? This wasn't a part of the plan!"

"Tony?" your brother's girlfriend exclaimed, insulted that you hadn't come running when she first spoke.

"Stay away from me!" you yelled, pulling two pitchers from a random table up, to obscure your face, "I'm avoiding you for a reason, woman."

"I beg your pardon?"

"Ladies." You nodded to the women at the table you placed the pitchers onto. "Y'know, what? Don't come any closer, Christine." A menu hid your face now. "It's over!"

"Tony? What are you talking about?"

"I don't wanna talk to you." You ran from her as she followed you around the restaurant. "You're fucking insane!"

"Come back here."

"Go away, Christine. You're hot, girl. Smoking hot."

"Come back here, right now!"

"But you don't seem to understand that there are plenty of hot girls out there- Sorry," you uttered to one of the chefs smiling in amusement as you rushed behind the viewing bar, "And the truth is, you have absolutely nothing else left to offer." You thrust a large stack of pizza boxes into her arms before she could catch or see your face. "And when my eyes are closed, I finally see you for what you truly are, which is ugly! We're done, Christine. Done!"

Your brother's now apparent ex-girlfriend dropped the pizza boxes with a scream and ran from the building as everyone within cheered for you.

"Whoo, yeah! That was amazing!" Steve yelled as he Sam and Bucky jumped up from their seats.

"You the man!" Sam celebrated.

"Come on, you're gonna sit here with us." Steve ushered you to their booth. "Make some room for our new friend, guys."

You fist-bumped Thor as he walked by, silently thanking him with your eyes for his successful mission, as you moved to sit beside Sam in the booth.

"You're officially my idol now, dude," Steve high-fived you.

And so lead you into your newfound popularity.

---

"Hey, hey, Tony," Sam caught up to you the next day at school as you were about to walk into science class, "I need your advice, man. I got relationship troubles."

"I'm here for you, bro. I've got a lifetime of knowledge," you replied arrogantly. Which, strangely enough, is exactly what your brother would do.

"So, how long did you date that blonde girl for, anyway?" Steve asked across from you in class.

"Way too long, man." You shook your head. "I can't believe it lasted more than a week if I'm honest."

Which was true.

You couldn't believe how Tony dated her for as long as he did. And not just with how Tony was with dating.

Just then, your phone started ringing, 'Barbie Girl' blasting from it, from when Wandaset that as Valkyries ringtone as a joke.

You were quick to shut it off, showing the guys your call list.

"Valkyrie," you said, "She won't stop calling me, man. I think she's obsessed."

"Oh my, God."

"What?" you asked, slightly worried over Steve's panicked state.

"Oh my, God."

"What?"

"She's in our class."

"Who?" You looked over to see the red-head, whose name you still didn't know, walking with her black haired friend. And Bruce. Following behind them like some creepy lost puppy. "Dude, you're blushing." you teased Steve.

"Shut up. I'm not blushing," he grit over to you.

"Uh, yeah, ya' are."

"Everyone, please take a slip," the teacher said before Steve could reply to you, thrusting out a jar to your table, "And read off the name of your lab partner for the rest of the year."

The last of the papers were handed out to your small group. There were only three slips left, so Bucky decided to be the one without.

Steve was the first to read his off.

"Bucky Barnes." Sam visibly reacted negatively behind Steve when he heard that. "Hey, Buck, looks like I'm stuck with you. Who you got, Sam?"

"Uh... Sharon Carter."

"Natasha Romanoff," you read next, looking around the room, hoping the girl had heard her name, so you could see who you were partnered up with.

The red-head you bumped into, the one Steve had a massive crush on, nodded and waved to you in reply. You waved back to her with a small smile of your own.

At least you finally knew her name.

"Woah, wait. You know her?" Steve asked.

"Yeah, we talked for a bit on my first day."

"About what? She gave you the nod, dude."

"Yeah, she did, a good one, too." Sam nodded.

Bucky chirped in next, "She gives good nods."

"Guys, it's just a nod, chill out."

"I can't believe you got her as your lab partner." Steve's eyes lit up. "Hey, hey, switch with me."

"What? No."

"Switch-"

"I can't, bro. I said her name out loud. She heard me, for Christ's sakes." You gathered your books then and left to go sit with your new lab partner. Natasha Romanoff. The pretty red-head.

"Hey, you," Natasha greeted happily.

"Hi. I don't think we properly introduced ourselves before. It was... a bit hectic that day." You offered your hand for her to shake, which she readily did. "I'm Tony."

"Natasha."

"It's nice to meet you again, Natasha."

"Trust me. The feeling's mutual," she smiled, looking you up and down in your seat, watching as you leaned closer to her.

"Liste, I'm gonna be completely honest here. The whole dissecting thing kinda, really, freaks me out. So, uh, you may have to take the reins on this one."

With a slight shake of her head and a look that only held the light of impressment, Natasha said, "Wow. Y'know, most guys would never admit to anything like that."

"Well, I'm not like most guys."

She didn't know how true that sentence was.

"Yeah, I bet. I think it's refreshing." She gave a half shrug. "You don't see many guys so open to being vulnerable like that."

"Really?" You smiled at the red-head.

Suddenly, Bruce jumped into action, realising the flirting going on between the two of you, seemingly before you even did. Waving a sheet of yellow paper between your connected eyes.

"No paper near the bunsen burner."

Natasha grabbed the paper from the man, your eyes widening when you realised what it was.

"Wait. Wait. Wait." You reached out to take the sheet from her. But Natasha quickly pulled it to her chest and away from your grabbing hand.

"What's this? Powens?" If they were. Natasha thought she might just break with how smitten she was over you.

"I, uh... it's more like the beginning of a short story." You scratched the back of your head, watching on awkwardly as she silently read your work in front of you.

Natasha swallowed before her eyes returned to your form. "This is beautiful. These sketches yours too?" She asked, referencing the drawings littered around the page.

"Yes." You nodded sheepishly. "Yes, they are."

"They're amazing. You really are multitalented, aren't you?"

"Oh." You straightened up at her beyond honest praise.

"Thank you."

"I. I write stories too, Natasha," Bruce rushed to say. Trying to steal the girl's attention away so that he could have it all to himself, "Well, more so songs." He hoped that would make her swoon more.

"Really, Bruce? That's wonderful," Natasha replied shortly, not wanting to spare him even a glance. Far too interested in everything that was you.

"Yeah, check it out," then he started singing a song he was obviously making up on the fly, "I see you through your window, while I'm standin' on a tree outside."

The red-head looked away, trying not to laugh at the boy who was so unmistakably in love with her.

With your head in your hand, you mouthed over to the girl, 'He's a creep.'

That got her to release a snort, turning further away from Bruce as she hid her face in her hands.

You smiled at her.

You were in so much trouble.

---

"Ow!" you exclaimed when you were suddenly grabbed by Steve at the end of class, pulling you to some empty seats by the window. "What the hell you doin'?

"Did you say anything about me?"

"What? When?"

"To Natasha," he clarified.

"No," you scoffed, "What? Was I supposed to?"

"Come on, bro. This is perfect."

"You wanna clarify that for me, big guy?"

"Right. Right. You get to spend an hour with her like every other day. You can convince her to go out with me."

"Dude, she's had that option for like three and a half years," you reasoned to the man, "I think she's made herself pretty clear."

"Okay. I'll tell you what." Steve leaned towards you in his seat in front of the window. "You do this. I'll work with you on your rugby. I'll make you good enough to be first-string."

"By the Hydra game?" you asked, intrigued.

"Absolutely."

You thought about it for a few moments you liked Natasha. You really did. But rugby was the reason you were here, it was what you wanted to do with your life. It was your first option. The thing you were working towards.

So, the answer was clear.

With a smile, you nodded.

"Yeah. Yeah, okay. You got yourself a deal."

"You're the man." Steve reached out his fist towards you, and you swiftly bumped it with your own.

"Yes, I am."

And so, the deal was struck.

Now just came the hard work.

---

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[lesbian-deadpool]

They’re The Man

Part Two: Babies First Day At School

Words: 4,758

Warnings: The reader embarrassing themselves a few times, kinda ooc Wade, objectifying women... yay.

Summary: For all your confidence you never expected to get such cold feet, lucky for you Thor was there to push you into playing out your plan. I mean, how hard could your first day possibly be?

A/N: I’m not the most knowledgeable on binders, so the length of thime that you’re allowed to wear them may not be accurate in this fic. But it’s fiction so.

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You had a lot of wishes in life, the main one as of right now being for your swift escape without bumping into your mother.

But, as the saying goes.

You can't always get what you want.

It was only when you were a few feet from the front door that you heard Maria's voice behind you.

"Uh, where do you think you're going?"

"Fuck," you hissed to yourself before turning around to face her, "Mom, I told you. I'm going to stay at dads house for two weeks."

You tried to turn to leave, once again, but were stopped by the blonde woman.

"No, you didn't. And you're not going."

"Listen, mom-"

"We've hardly spent any time together this summer. So, march upstairs and unpack."

"Yeah, I wonder why," you mumbled, so she wouldn't hear. Hastily clearing your throat, you continued, "Mom, listen, I had a good long think about what you said. And I know Christine is gonna be there the whole time with Tony because he can never get rid of her. So, I was just thinking, that maybe she could show me the ropes on the whole debutante ball thing. Y'know, how to act all "proper" and stuff." You couldn't help but use air quotes, but that didn't matter. She ignored it, too busy beaming at you in excitement from where she sat at the dining table.

"This is so exciting!"

"Isn't it?" you exclaimed with a fake smile and false happiness to go along with it.

"You're gonna have so much fun." Thanks to your tailored lie, your mother now led you to the door herself. All the while, rambling on, "There's the formal ball, of course."

"Oh, of course."

"And the Luncheon. And, oh, did I mention the fundraiser next week? It's gonna be a carnival!"

"No way!" you yelled, trying to convey great excitement.

"Now, your brother promised to be there-" You'd have to make up some bullshit story for that, too. You'll probably just tell her that he was behind on his studies, or something. "-So, remind him when you see him."

"I will." You nodded.

'He's not gonna be there.'

"Oh, my baby." You drew back slightly when her palms held your cheeks, moving your face side-to-side lovingly. "You're finally growing up and becoming a well-rounded member of society."

You had to bite back the fiery retort that sat upon your tongue at her words.

And with that, you took your leave.

---

For a man as large as Thor was, no one expected him to drive such a tiny car. Which only made it harder for you, as you had to get changed within the crammed Volks Waggon Beatle on the way to "your" new private school, disguised as your brother.

Only for the nerves to hit you as soon as you stepped foot from the car, in full uniform, peering up at the large school.

"Wait. Wait, hold up," you husked, quickly spinning on your heel to speak to Thor over the roof of his car, "Are you sure I can do this? Because I don't think I can anymore."

"Yeah." Thor nodded, with his hands upon his hips. "Absolutely."

"No, I can't. You're lying."

"I'm not lying. Now grab your bag."

Doing as told, you reached down and scooped up your packed duffel. Unseen to the unconvinced look occupying Thor's face.

"What's up?" a random student asked in greeting as they walked by.

"Oh my, God, he knew," you said to Thor, voice full of panic, before the man swiftly followed, mimicking your stance of bending half in his car, "I wanna go home."

"Chill out. He was being friendly."

"This was a bad idea!"

"No. We are not going home!" he argued back.

"I wanna go home, right now!" You pointed a single finger at him. "If you don't take me home, so help me, Thor!"

"No. I did not spend all of this time-"

"This is your fault!" you yelled irrationally.

"My idea?!"

"Drive! Home! Now!"

"You asked me! I was a good friend! I did your hair and everything!"

"Reverse the car!"

"And that was not an easy thing to do-!"

"I want to go!"

"You're being a baby!" Thor began pushing you out of the car. "We're not going. Go! Get your butt out of my Beatle."

"Just drive the car!"

The blonde man crawled through the car, following to make sure you didn't try to hop in once more.

"He was just being friendly, Y/N."

"Okay!" you hissed.

"Now, let's run through it one more time." His large hands came to hold your shoulders, dusting any lint or fluff off of your blazer. While also simultaneously straightening it out for you. "Gimme the voice."

You cleared your throat and spoke, "Hey. Sup? I'm Tony," in a notably deeper tone than your usual voice.

"Okay. Now show me the strut."

"Do I have to?"

"Yes, now, walk," he replied sternly, pointing towards the few feet in front of you.

For the second time that day, you did as the burly man told you and walked for him, his shoulders swaying with your movements.

"Now, hawk a loogie."

You gave no hesitation to do that, pulling back up to the man with a bright, proud smile on your face.

"I'm so proud!" he gushed, pulling you into a bone-crushing bear hug.

That's when you remembered where you were and what you were doing. Smacking the man with the 'Welcome' booklet. You hastily pulled away.

"Get off me! Toxic masculinity, remember?"

"Hey, inside every person, there's a boy."

"God, I hope not," you cringed.

"Oh, you know what I mean." You gave Thor a fake smile, making your way from him and towards the school, when he called your attention back to him, gesturing your dirt-stained rugby ball. Throwing it to you with a final goodbye of, "Be a good boy."

It felt like you were a new attraction in a zoo, with the way it felt like almost everyone had their eyes on you. You tried to tell yourself that it was just your mind messing with you. But more than a few times, you caught your fellow students watching you. Some with eyes filled with judgement, others curiosity at the presence of this "new kid". You even found a few of the girls looking at you with something looking akin to attraction in their eyes.

Even the Goddamn teachers regarded you curiously, their eyes following you as you passed one another down the open space where booths were set up, promoting their clubs, extracurricular activities, and everything else the school had to offer.

That.

That's when you heard it.

Looking behind you, you spotted the presence of a red and gold marching band heading right towards you.

Let's just say that running through a large marching band, trying to make your way to your on-campus dorm room was not the way you wanted to start your day at school.

Finally, you made it.

'Carter Hall'

Speedily checking your room number on the booklet you were given, doing your best to avoid the rowdy guys as you meandered through the halls. All the while chanting a pep talk to yourself.

"I can- I can do this. Yeah. I can do this. I'm a dude! I am a hunky dude. I'm a badass, hunky dude!"

Oh, God. What have you gotten yourself into?

After almost being hit in the face by a plethora of sports equipment, you finally made it into your room.

Turning, you jumped out of your skin at the presence of three men already residing within.

"Jesus, fuck! You scared the life out of me." You cleared your throat, remembering "the voice". "Hi! Sup? You must be my roommates. Shit," You finished in a hiss when your keys slipped from your fingers and landed on the carpeted ground.

You threw your bags onto the spare bed just as the beefy blonde asked.

"Wait. What's your name?"

"Tony Stark."

God, it felt weird using your brother's name.

"Steve Rogers." The blonde gestured to himself before pointing to the other two playing video games. "This is Sam and Bucky. They live next door."

"Nice meeting ya." You nodded to the two after shaking Steve's hand. Trying -and failing- to do a random secret handshake with him.

"Yeah, Freshman dorm's that way, kid." Bucky removed a hand from his controller to point in the dorm's vague direction, allowing Sam to pass him with his car.

"Seriously, how old are you?" Sam asked, glancing at you from the screen.

"I, uh, skipped a couple grades," you chuckled awkwardly through your lie, "I'm brilliant. Shh."

You had to stop yourself from rolling your eyes at yourself. With Steve Rogers, watching as you awkwardly manoeuvred in your seat upon your bare bed.

"Anyho, do you know when rugby try-outs start?"

"Noon," the blonde informed, "You play?"

"Absolutely. You know it, bro. Have since I was a kid. So, uh." You moved to start unpacking your duffel. "You play the beautiful game... bro? Brothers? Brethren?" You spoke aloud, your contemplation.

"Yeah. So do Sam and Bucky."

"Aces!" you exclaimed, just as your boot tipped over and revealed the contents within.

"Uh, why do you have tampons in your boot?"

Your eyes widened.

'Fuck!'

"Uh..." 'Think of a lie quick.' "I get really bad nose bleeds," you almost questioned.

"So, you stick them up your nose?" Bucky asked.

"Yeah," you spoke as if they were stupid, "What? You've never done that?" All three of them shook their heads cluelessly. "Seriously? All the best players do it all the time."

"Really?"

"Yes. Look, I'll just show you."

Okay... maybe you're going a bit too far with the lie now.

Scooping up the menstruation products with haste, the boys jumped back and away when some flew out and towards them.

"Oh, grow up," you remarked, "They're not gonna bite ya. Look, you take this off," you instructed, as you unwrapped the tampon, "Whatever this plastic shit is. And..." Oh God, here we go. "You stick it right up."

You shoved the tampon up your nose.

Up! Your! Nose!

This was so not how you thought this day would go.

... it was a pretty good fit, actually.

With a shrug, you finished, "It absorbs the blood right up."

The three boys burst out laughing at your actions.

"You kidding, bro?"

"That's disgusting."

"Oh my, God, your roommate's a weirdo." Bucky slapped Steve's shoulder.

The blonde reiterated his pint once more as you returned to your unpacking, still with the tampon securely up your nose.

"That's so disgusting.

Your eyes widened once more at the realisation that just occurred to you. 'They were your girlfriends.' That's what you could have said. 'She must have accidentally packed them in my bag when she was leaving.' That's all it would have taken.

With a great sigh, you bowed your head at your own stupidity. Thinking how stupid it was that you even had to excuse having tampons with you, considering some men used them just like how women did.

---

Noon.

The sun was shining down upon the sports field as you stood in a long line of men. As the one-eyed rugby coach evaluated the line-up of the year.

"All right. Just like last season, we'll start this one sharp! And with new tryouts." The man repositioned his eyepatch to be more comfortable. "Okay, we have our work cut out for us. Shirts and skins."

'Oh, shit'

Clearing your throat, you gained the man's attention.

"Excuse me, sir. But I have to be a shirt."

"Run that by me again," he said gruffly, wanting further explanation.

"I'm allergic to the sun."

"You're allergic to the sun?"

"Yes, sir." You nodded. "Very, very, very deathly, murderously allergic, sir."

"Well, we like to accommodate her at Shield. So, how about I follow you around with an umbrella, baby face?"

Man, this guy was scary.

He checked his notes on the clipboard in his hand, notifying you of what he found.

"You're a shirt."

"Thank you, sir."

"Okay, guys, let's go!"

With the sharp blast of his whistle, set off the long gruelling training session ahead of you.

After a mammoth amount of training circuits, you were left exhausted. Practically rolling around, with your face pressed into the grass. As Coach Fury had everyone do one last set of push ups.

There was no wonder why Hydra couldn't beat Shield if you could beat the boys back at your own school with great ease, and this had left you almost dead on your feet.

"At ease, gentlemen," Fury spoke, bringing the session to a close, "There was a lot of energy and commitment out there today. And that makes a dedicated coach proud. Now, for the tough part. Four you. I'm going to split you up into first and second-stringers. Second-stringers, don't take it too hard. You're just as much a part of this team as the first-stringers. Apart from, of course, playing the game, if they can't play, part."

He gives a real good pep talk, doesn't he?

Fury began to list off names, and you felt as if it were almost inevitable.

"Lang. Parker. Quill. Barton. And Stark."

He handed you a bright yellow shirt, to which you gave him a tight-lipped smile and a single nod in thanks. "Second string. Congratulations to everyone else. You're all first-stringers. Now hit the showers!"

You were in a disappointed daze as you followed the group of boys into the building, only being brought out of it when a fellow second-stringer, Quill if you remember rightly, spoke in a relieved breath as he passed by you in the locker room.

"Shower time."

"Hold up. What? Shower time? Nope." You backed up when you saw the men getting undressed. Only to bump into Bucky and Sam, wearing nothing but towels wrapped around their waists, heading towards the showers. "Oh, sorry, bro... s."

One of the coach's assistants handed you a rolled-up towel, and dread filled you tenfold.

When, to your immense luck, in strode Fury.

"Stark! No shower for you."

"Okay." You had to battle to keep the relieved smile off your face whilst also stopping yourself from leaping towards the man and wrapping him in a hug.

"Principal Wilson wants to see you in his office."

"Okay, cool, thank you." You thrust the fluffy towel into his chest, swiftly exiting the room, practically at a run, while thanking your lucky stars.

---

Surrounded by objects of red and black, you sat in the principal's office, a sense of newfound dread filling you.

There was only one reason the principal would ask to see you in his office.

"That's it. It's over. I'm done. They know," you ranted nervously. Rocking slightly in one of the comfortable chairs at the front of the desk. Then your eyes latched onto a large filing cabinet. Your rocking stopped, and your back straightened up in intrigue. "Tony's file."

With quick movements, you reached the cabinet, pulling the very top drawer open and leafing through its contents. Reaching a thick, multi-coloured file in the masses of thin grey ones, secured with a large elastic band.

"Could it be any bigger?"

Before you had the chance to snoop through your brother's wrongdoings, in waltzed the principal, holding a plunger.

"Mr Stark!" he greeted, turning to you just as you closed the draw, accidentally getting your second-string shirt caught within it.

With your elbow resting upon the top of the filing cabinet, your fist up by your temple, the other half of your second string shirt laying over your shoulder, and a forced bright smile, upon your face. You saw your scarred principal for the first time.

"Wade Wilson," he introduced himself. Giving a bow, "Headmaster. Very pleased to meet you. So very, very pleased."

"Hello sir, I heard that you wanted to see me," deciding to keep up with the act for as long as you could, you shook the man's rough hand.

"I'd like to say 'welcome'." Wade mirrored your position against the filing cabinet. Then he started singing. "Welcome to Shield. Welcome, welcome, welcome, welcome, welcome, welcome, welcome, welcome, welcome, welcome to Shield. I just wanted to have you in to say welcome. See how you're doing."

You would have been doing great. Relief would be filling you right about now if you weren't so preoccupied with sneakily getting your shirt untrapped from the filing cabinet before you got caught out for snooping through it.

"Uh, yeah. I'm doing great, y'know? Just bust being a guy."

"Being a guy. Yeah." He chuckled lightly, eyes taking on a glimmer of someone remembering their teenage youth. "Well, let's take a look at your file, huh, Tony?"

He tried to tug the draw open, rattling it in its place from the force of his pulls. Not releasing, thanks to your caught shirt. "Seems to be... stuck a bit here." That was until you reached over and slapped the front of the metal draw. It popped open instantly. Managing to pull the shirt away before the principal could see.

"Oh, thank you," he called over his shoulder as you finally walked away from the cabinet.

"It's no problem."

"Okay, you're busted." Your mouth opened in a cringe, quickly pulling your face back to neutral as you turned to face the man. "I know you don't wanna sit in here and talk to the principal. But I won't take no for an answer. Now, have a seat in the headmasters' chair."

"What?" you asked, mildly confused.

"You heard me, now sit. Sit it."

"Okay..." with your drawn-out word, you moved to sit in his black office chair, the man patting you on the back as you passed him.

"So, Tony Stark." Principal Wilson sat in front of you on the edge of the desk. "How are you liking the campus?"

"Oh, it's beautiful, sir."

"You've been inspired? By the charcoal black and candy apple red?" a plaque was pulled towards you, the school's insignia and colours upon it.

"You know it." You smiled, tapping against the plaque.

"Hey" Hey, hey. Don't touch it. Ever. Ever. Do not do that."

"Right. Sorry."

"You know, Tony. I was a transfer student myself... once upon a time," Wade joked, hopping up to crouch on the seat you were previously residing in. After he had returned his treasured plaque to its original place, "Back when dinosaurs roamed the earth. So, I like to keep a special interest in the transfer students that come to this school. Act as a... unofficial big brother, of sorts. Don't be surprised if I don't just pop in randomly unannounced from time to time. To check up on ya' and see how everything's going."

"I'll keep an eye out for you then, sir."

"I'm glad. Now scoot!" He pointed towards the door.

"Nice meeting you, sir."

Thankful to be relieved of that situation and the risk of being caught by your headteacher. You hastily exited the office. Not looking where you were going as you closed his door, which caused you to bump into someone.

"Oh, fuck." You looked down to see a pretty red-head dressed in the school uniform, sitting upon the ground below you, "I'm so sorry."

You swiftly crouched down to help her with her many books and filed scattered across the floor between you. Unbeknown to the intruded looks she was giving you.

"It's okay. Don't worry about it."

"It's my fault," you said, taking full blame for what just happened.

"What is-?" the principle's question dies on his tongue at the sight of you and the red-head crouched on the floor, gathering her dropped work. You both turned to peer up at the man at the same time. "Oh... getting to know the opposite sex, are we? Male-female dynamics. All that sexual tension."

"What?"

"It's all part of the experience we call high school."

You peered over to the girl beside you, sharing eye contact, silently noting the man's strange words. Her green irises remained upon you as you turned back to the headteacher, cocking your head at him in confusion with slightly squinted eyes.

"So, continue. Continue. Please. But, uh, let's, uh, keep it clean, though, yeah? Okay. 'Cause, remember abstinence is key. Abstinence is- The best way to not. Is to not."

The man chuckled awkwardly as the red-head by your side glanced the side of your face up and down. Looking as if she were about ready to throw his whole speech down the drain for you.

Not that you noticed, of course.

"Uh... hmm?" the man looked back into his empty office as if someone had just called to him from within, just to escape the situation, "Yes."

The office door shut in your face.

"The hell?" you whispered to yourself, the red-head turning back to you, giggles pouring from her mouth. "He always that friendly?"

"Are you kidding? That's him being rude."

"Wow," you remarked to the girl.

Manoeuvring to your feet with the unknown girl following in your lead, you looked down at her stuff in your arms. "Right. Well, this is mine." You untangled your second-string shirt from around the binders and books, as she was left holding only a single book titled 'biology'. "And these are yours."

"Thank you."

"It was the least that I could do, considering I bumped into you."

"We bumped into each other," she corrected with a soft smile, the lights in the hall making her green eyes sparkle more than they did from just looking up at you.

"Hey, at least you were looking where you were going." Clearing your throat, you jabbed your thumb at the open glass door. "Well, I, uh. I guess I'll, uh. Y'know, go take care of some guy stuff."

"'Guy stuff'." She nodded with a smile. "Okay."

"Well, see you around."

"Bye."

'Guy stuff', you mouthed to yourself. Rolling your eyes at your words.

---

You were still grimy from your try out earlier in the day.

But it was dinner time, and you were positively starving.

Surprised to find your principal chipping in to help the cafeteria workers when he took your request for your meal.

"Here you go! Have a great apple and sandwich."

"Thank you, sir."

As you were walking away, a tall man wearing a purple shirt and what seemed to be gemmed rings upon each of his fingers and thumb and another gem-adorned the bracelet, on the same hand, began to ask the principal for his own food.

"Hi! I would love 1-"

"No." Wade shook his head in denial.

"But-"

And that was all you heard, the rest of his sentence trailing off the further away you got.

"Sup, dudes? You don't mind that I join, right?"

"Well, actually-" Steve started but soon stopped when you sat in the open seat between Sam and Bucky.

"Thanks! So, those rugby try outs were bullshit, huh? I mean-" You gestured to yourself. "'Second-string'? That's ridiculous, am I right?" Silence followed your words, the boys obviously not agreeing with you. "So, the game against Hydra. That should be interesting, huh?"

"Why would that be interesting?"

"Well, my sibling goes there, and they used to be best friends with that douche Brock Rumlow."

The three burst out laughing at the name.

"I know him," Steve nodded, "I made him cry once during a game."

"Woah, that was you?"

"Absolutely." He smiled. "Now, don't get me wrong, him crying isn't the funny thing. The reason he did was."

"Because you scored a goal past him."

"Yep. Now, that was funny."

"Is your sibling hot?" Sam asked suddenly, turning to you,

"Uh... I don't know? It'd be weird if I looked at them that way. But that doesn't matter. They wouldn't go for you, anyway."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"They're gay. They don't like men."

"Ha!" Bucky laughed obnoxiously, throwing Sam a shit-eating grin. "You're shit outa luck, bro."

"Hey., shut up!" Then Sam coughed suddenly while speaking, "Incoming."

"What's this now?" you asked, following their line of sight. Only to see the red-head you bumped into earlier in the day, along with a black-haired girl.

Well, this was your chance.

Time to objectify some women!

Ugh, God.

"Oh, damn. You seen the ass on the red-head?" you asked the table.

"Uh-Oh." Sma turned to Steve, hands open as if waiting to catch him before he pounced at you.

"Don't talk about her like that."

"Oh? That your girlfriend, Mr Lover-Boy?" you teased.

Sam laughed. "He wishes." Looking away awkwardly when Steve turned to face him.

"She was dating this college guy, Matt something. They recently broke up," Bucky explained, "Well, he dumped her. And apparently, she's a total mess right now. Like, really vulnerable. Confidence and self-esteem are way down."

"In man words, now would be the time to pounce." Sam and Bucky high-fived.

"That's right!"

"Okay, wow," you whispered to yourself.

Just then, another boy, still suited up in his school uniform, practically made a show of walking to sit next to the red-head, solely for your table.

Steve grunted, clenching his straw between his fist. "I hate that guy."

"He seems like a creep," you notified as you watched him lean into the girl's space and handle her -thankfully wrapped- food. Before she swiftly took her sandwich bach from his hands and made eyes with her friend on her other side, "He your competition?" you asked Steve, nodding back to the boy.

"It's just bruce," he replied, as Sam scoffed at your words.

"Total geek," Bucky said.

"And not in the good way."

You were too busy looking at the red-head to reply to the guys at your table. Her green eyes connect with yours across the room.

"She looks so sad. She must be heartbroken."

The three looked at you like you had grown a second head.

Quickly rushing to explain, you said, "It's just... it's understandable, y'know? It must suck having your heart stomped on like that. Thinking that you know someone and then the whole thing just turns out to be some giant lie to them. Every touch. Every kiss."

Chairs scraping signalled you to their sudden exit. Leaving you at the table alone.

You called out to the retreating trio, "Plus, Y'know, you can never get chicks to shut up. Dammit," you whispered to yourself, "Okay, guys, catch up with you later."

---

You were in your pyjamas when you jogged into the empty bathroom later that night.

Wait.

Empty. Bathroom.

Empty.

You know what that means!

"I get to take a shower!" you celebrated to yourself quietly, whipping off your shirt. Moving to try and remove the compressing tank-top from your body. "Jesus Christ, why are these things so tight?" You, of course, knew the reason why. "Man, Thor was right. I should have practised more with it," you said as you finally got the binder off. Which proved unnecessary when you heard footsteps coming closer.

'Fuck!'

There was no time to throw the binder back on. Instead, you pulled your pyjama shirt over your head just before the boy you recognised as Bruce walked through the door.

With his dramatic gasp, you had thought, for sure, that you had been caught out for what seemed like the hundredth time that day.

"Uh. Bruce Banner, Dorm Director," he introduced himself before violently jabbing his finger towards your bare feet, "Shower shoes are to be worn in the bathroom, at all times, except when in the actual shower." You rolled your eyes at the uptight man. "Did you just not read your 'Dorm Life' pamphlet?"

"Was I supposed to?"

"Yes. I..." He regarded you with a glare. "It was in your cubby."

Steve walked through the door just then and whipped the boy over the back of the head with the towel that was previously sat around his neck.

Bruce exclaimed in pain.

"Man! You got him good," you shouted as the brunette fell to the tilled ground with a yelp, "Sup, dude?"

"Yeah, I'm doing good, "homie"," he finished with air quotes.

You needed to get out of there. And fast.

You gathered your stuff in your arms and nodded once to Steve.

"Later."

"Hey, you forgot your tank top." He threw it for you to catch, "Coolio."

"Word, broski."

A sigh left your mouth when you exited the room.

You had never known a first day of anything to be as long as this one.

---

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