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L’Amour Looks Something Like You

Wanda/Reader (18+)

Chapter 1: Strawberries 🍓

Summary: You need a new apartment, Wanda needs a new roommate. Simple right?

Author note: I have returned from the pits of hell, I was just in the mood to write something cute. This will be fluffy, smutty and a little bit angsty (I can’t help myself). Hope you get invested!

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“No no I completely understand thanks for calling”, ending the call you allowed your head to fall forward into your hands. An exasperated sigh left your lips for what felt like the 100th time just that morning.

“Another no?” Your roommate mumbled through a mouthful of cereal. You simply nodded your head not even bothering to lift it from banging repeatedly in your hands. Your ears picked up on the uncomfortable gulp from the woman sitting across from you.

“You’ll get something soon, I’m sorry” that was enough to make you raise your eyes to meet her guilt ridden ones. “I know Lena, it’s okay”.

You had met Yelena in your first year at college, visibly shaking with nerves at the group meet up. She had clung to your side immediately, easing your own anxieties with her overly boisterous personality. You had been glued together ever since, leaning on each other for comfort throughout the years of exams and all night studying.

Now that you had both graduated however, it was time to fly the nest you had built together. You had been so set in your comfort zone with the girl that you never considered leaving. The same could not be said for the adventurous blonde girl, she had planned to travel around Europe the second she was set free from the chains of education. Knowing how much you relied on her, she had waited until your graduation party to break the news that her flights were indeed booked.

Things had changed since that night, you selfishly avoided her attempts at movie nights and late night shopping trips. Trying fruitlessly to emotionally isolate yourself in preparation for her departure. The nail in the coffin was when you had realised that this meant you would now be looking for an apartment alone. It was proving difficult to say the least.

Guilt had eaten Yelena up, watching you suffer through endless phone calls of landlords informing you that their properties were already inhabited. The main issue was, without your shared income- your options were limited. Like really limited.

You had reached the point of desperation where you were willing to sacrifice some of your preferences for your next home. Turning to apartment sharing. The thought of living with a stranger left a bad taste in your mouth, but needs must. When you managed to secure a viewing for the very next day, you had cheered up just enough to agree to a night in with Yelena.

She had insisted on coming with you the next day, worrying that- ‘they could be a psychotic serial killer who just wants to lure you in and chain you to their radiator, forcing you to live off of cockroaches until you perished’. You agreed mostly just to shut her up. Not bothering to mention that you had already stalked your potentially new roommate’s social media, and you were pretty sure she was an angel.

You had spotted the ad for a ‘colourful 2 bedroom apartment’ posted by a woman who was ‘looking for someone who likes a tidy home that is always filled with the smell of baking’. It had lured you in, what had sealed the deal and forced your fingers to type the email however, was the pictures of the woman herself. Wanda Maximoff. Her smiling face staring back at you on the screen had forced a sigh of relief out of your pent up body, daring to imagine already what it would be like to be friends with her.

Her posts were filled with photos of her laughing, lots of food and countless pictures of bright flowers. You chose not to acknowledge the twisting feeling in your stomach that appeared when you stared too long at a photo of her in a bikini. You could see yourself getting along with her well enough and when she replied almost immediately, inviting you to scope the place out the next day, you were bubbling with excitement.

The drive there took longer than you had expected and your hands coated the steering wheel in sticky sweat as your mind began to accept that you would indeed be leaving your comfort zone. You weren’t spared a moment of silent reprieve to wallow in your thoughts however, not with Yelena singing screeching along to the radio. You really were going to miss her, but her ego did not need to know that.

You pulled up outside the apartment and although it had looked endearing through photos, it did not compare to how animated it was in person. Thick ivy wound it’s way up the sides of the brick walls, all the windows were wide open letting the sun stream in, and you could hear music floating through the air. “Sooo she’s a witch who lives in a cottage and cooks babies?” Your moment was yet again ruined by one, Yelena Belova.

“Lena hush, the house looks really nice and she seems great and there’s flowers everywhere an-“ she cut you off mid ramble as she caught the door opening “ahhh it all makes sense now”. Your confusion only lasted until you saw Yelena jerk her head in the direction of the front door. There was Wanda. Just like the flowers; she was so much more vibrant in person. Long auburn hair flowing around her shoulders, bouncing playfully on top of her head as she waved you over with a smile. You sent her one back as you approached and jabbed your elbow into Yelena’s side when she mumbled something about you ‘being too gay for your own good’.

“Hey new roomie, or I guess potential new roomie- don’t wanna be too presumptuous” Wanda winked at you and finished on a giggle. Fuck her voice sounded like bells. It rendered you speechless and Yelena took it upon herself to speak for you, requesting the grand tour. It was not a huge house and as quick as it began, it had ended; in your potential bedroom. The only information you had taken in the whole time was that Wanda’s hair smelled like strawberries and that she bit her lip a lot when she wasn’t speaking. You wondered what her lipgloss tasted of. You were nearing cardiac arrest.

“So y/n, what do you think?” No way you could avoid speaking this time. Your eyes scanned the room and you felt peaceful looking at how the sun hit the plants that lined the walls. “I love it Wanda” you said sincerely, smiling at the woman and not breaking eye contact for a second. She smiled right back, putting her hands in her back pockets and bouncing slightly on her heels. “Are you guys about to fuck in this room that doesn’t have a bed? Because I don’t mind waiting in the car” Wanda let out a hearty laugh as you physically scolded Yelena with a smack to the back of her head.

Not even Yelena’s severely terrible social timing had managed to ruin the viewing, and before Wanda had invited you downstairs for tea your mind was already made up. You knew truthfully it was made up the second you saw a picture of the woman, but it was nice to live in denial.

She handed you a peach iced tea adorned with a curly straw, as you took in the sound of the ice cubes clinking against the glass you felt like you were starring in a bad rom-com. Wanda’s voice floated through the room as she listed off info about bills, holding a little notepad where she had written down all of the things she deemed important for you to know. You had never been jealous of an inanimate object before, until you watched her close her teeth around the cap of the pen she held.

If you had any sense you would know that you were so willing to move here immediately because of the wrong motives. Motives like kissing away the tea that pooled at the corners of Wanda’s mouth as she sipped it. Then again you never prided yourself on self control.

Wanda seemed to find your flustered state endearing, giggling every time you stuttered over your words and corrected yourself with a frown. You had been painfully trying to answer her question of ‘tell me about yourself’ for the past 5 minutes, the second she asked you it was like you had never lived a day in your life. Yelena was finding it all too amusing. When she mumbled to Wanda that you spent all your days ‘pining for middle aged lesbians’ you wanted the earth to swallow you whole.

Minus the anxiety vibrating through your body, time seemed to flow freely in Wanda’s company. She switched between Kate Bush records and did not leave your tea to dip below half full even once. You found yourself grateful for how comfortable she made you feel, and despite Yelena’s relentless teasing you appreciated how well the two seemed to get along. Yelena’s judgement on who you chose to spend your time with meant a lot to you, often treating you as a big sister.

This could be the perfect set up for you, close enough to the city and just outside it enough that there were plenty of schools you would be able to apply to work at. It all seemed too good to be true, and yet you found yourself unable to identify a flaw within Wanda. You just had to get yourself together and prepare to live with the woman without objectifying her every move.

As a natural lull in conversation took place, you felt it was time to leave. Assuming that Wanda would be emailing you about maybe letting you move in, surely she had plenty of other people to see in the next week. However, as you stood to leave she approached you. “So when would you like to move in?” She said with a smile, your breath caught in your throat as you formulated your reply. Cheeks burning red as you looked into her emerald eyes, “uhh well Lena is leaving me Friday and the lease is up on Sunday, so-“ you hoped you weren’t being to presumptuous, “Monday it is” she cut you off with a wink.

You decided if this was a rom-com it was definitely one you would watch. “I’m really looking forward to being your roommate y/n, I think we are going to be really fast friends” Wanda wrapped you in a hug. Your lungs filled with the strawberry scent of her hair, you thought it was more important than oxygen anyway. “Me too Wanda, thanks for letting me move in. I’ll see you next week?” You breathed into her hair, she pulled back slightly to meet your eyes and agreed with a nod and a smile.

“Okay love birds, I’ve got to pack. Let’s go y/n, lovely to meet you witchy” Yelena physically dragged you to the front door, chuckling at the pout you sent her way and at Wanda’s confused response to the nickname. She was amusing herself so much that she failed to notice someone already stood at the front door, fist poised to knock. She barged right into the man and let out a yelp of surprise. “Oh so sorry about that” you heard the man say as he stepped around both of you, approaching Wanda. His arm wrapped around her waist and your smile dropped. “Y/n, Yelena this is my boyfriend, Vis” your eyebrows drew together as you watched her scrunch her nose at him affectionately; leaning up on her tiptoes to kiss him.

Oh fuck there were flaws.

“Backing out already?” Yelena whispered to you through her teeth, shooting the man a polite smile whilst assessing him with her eyes. You grit out a “shut up” whilst waving at Vis something about his name made you shudder, and you couldn’t put it all down to jealousy. “Well we were just leaving, thanks again Wanda y/n is super excited to be your roomie” Yelena’s words were sickly sweet and you were sure everyone in the room managed to identify the sarcastic tone. Still, you found yourself grateful for her taking charge of the situation allowing you to sulk out the house quietly.

You had approximately 6 days to cure this rapidly growing infatuation before you would be spending every day in Wanda’s presence. Most likely having to watch her kiss the personification of a wet sponge that was Vis.

No biggie.

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