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Mystery Club - Chapter Eight - Wanda Maximoff x Reader Series

Summary: Returning to your hometown five years after leaving everything behind, including your best friend, is no easy feat. Getting involved in a secret club wasn't in the plans either. Or the one based on Life is Strange.

Warnings: (+18) high school au, best friends to lovers, mild/heavy angst mentions with happy happing, use of legal substances (alcohol, marijuana), violence, verbal aggression, explicit language, smut, triggers regarding sexual assault, mentions of death, grieving, hints of depression and anxiety, panic attacks, a lot of domesticity.

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Chapter Eight - Waterfalls Picnics

A 'Save the Abandoned Neighborhood' flyer with information from the most recent petition and protest at City Hall was crumpled next to the last can of coke Wanda had put on the table.

The garage was well lit - You left the door open, and dragged, with her help, half the items out to clean the place. It was Saturday, and it was pleasantly windy so that even after the physical exertion of cleaning the small dwelling, you still had an open flannel covering your torso.

Wanda was having a good time watching you kick the wooden bars upstairs.

"Shit!" You gasped with a surprised laugh when the last one fell, allowing passage to the next commode. You grabbed a broom-one of the many cleaning items you brought from the Club-and poked at the old steps to make sure they wouldn't give way before you stepped on. "Come on, Wands, it's safe to go."

"I'm resting." She purrs lazily, sitting in the armchair. You threaten her with the broom, and she laughs before getting up and following you upstairs.

Your old house is just as you remember it, except for the dirt and mold growing on some of the walls. You sigh wearily as you see the amount of work you would have to do to completely renovate a place like this.

"Hey, do you remember this?" Wanda asked once you were upstairs in your old room. You had just finished checking that the windows were still safe to touch when she touched erased strokes on the wall that made you smile.

"Of course, I remember." You retorted nostalgically, moving closer to her.

Three scratches on the wall marked the heights of children and their ages. One for you, and two for the twins. Wanda caressed her brother's with a sad smile, and you held her hand, resting your face on her shoulder.

"We had such fun here, detka." Wanda whispers, before lowering her hand. "Pietro totally had a crush on you." She teases then, to which you let out an indignant exclamation, pulling away to look at her.

"No, he didn't!"

She laughs lightly. "It's an effect you have on this family, accept the truth."

You blush and roll your eyes, but follow her laughter. "For your information, he was the first to know that I..." But you fall silent, realizing that you never told Wanda that.

She raises her eyebrows in curiosity. "You?"

Clearing your throat in shame, you shake your head and face your feet. "It's silly, let's keep going. We have work to do."

Wanda looks at you suspiciously. "What is it? Tell me..." She insists, following you around.

You laugh, your face growing warm. "It's no big deal, Pietro was just the first person I told that I liked you."

Wanda lets out a surprised exclamation. "What?"

You shrug. "Yeah, but I don't think he even got it right." You mutter, now in the kitchen beating the built-in cabinets with the broom to make sure no rats or raccoons are hiding in there. "Remember when you had that super important piano test for the French school? I wanted to wish you good luck before you left, but I missed the train and got late. Pietro was at home, he thought it was funny that I woke up so early and came all over his home alone just to wish you good luck, and I don't know, I just confessed that for a friend like you, every effort was worth it." You counter with a nostalgic chuckle, busying yourself with the cabinets to notice the way Wanda is looking at you. "It sucks that you didn't get the scholarship."

Wanda swallows dryly, leaning on the countertop. "But I got the scholarship, Y/N."

You make a confused face, staring at her. "What?"

The brunette laughs sadly, shrugging. "It was the best performance the judge has seen in years, their words not mine." Wanda counters, swallowing dryly again to hide the emotion in her voice. "I won the scholarship right there, after the performance."

You leave the broom resting, and approach her curiously. "But you didn't go to France..."

Wanda laughs sadly, and you are close enough for her to hold your hands, which she does without hesitation. With her fingers caressing your big toes, she murmurs:

"There wasn't a you in France."

You choke in surprise. "Wanda, it was your dream-"

She laughs, shaking her head. "No, it wasn't." She assures you, moving your hands to her waist. You hold her without hesitation. "My father always projected things onto his children, this was one of them. I liked Piano, but going to a French boarding school was what he wanted, not me. And this wasn't even the first time I chose to stay."

You blink interestedly. "Yeah? When else?"

But Wanda grows sad, her arms folded against her chest. "When my mother died, my aunt invited me to live with her." Wanda confesses, surprising you. "Pietro wasn't going to leave dad, or school. And me? I couldn't leave Pietro, and I didn't want to leave you."

You swallowed dryly, noticing the way she was tense. "But if that was after Natalya died..."

Wanda laughs sadly. "Yeah, you left soon after." She comments bitterly, looking down. "And years later, I lose Pietro too. It's kind of fucked up, isn't it? Choosing to stay in one place for other people and ending up alone in the end."

"Fuck, Wanda, I'm so sorry." You gasp, and she's ready to say it's okay, but you pull her close. And you hug her tight, really tight, the way she missed it. "I'm really sorry. If I could change things, I would in a heartbeat."

She gives a weak, affected laugh against your neck, and her arms, now uncrossed, squeeze you against her.

"It's okay, you're here now." She whispers. "I don't feel alone anymore."

You swallow dryly, your chest warming with affection but your heart breaking for the situation. All you could do was hug her tighter, and hold her as much as she needed.

–//–

"Did you get your costume?"

"Yep, clean and ready for Sunday."

"Cool."

A short pause. The only sound is your breathing through the phone.

"How about-"

"I gotta-"

Two giggles. You hold the doorknob, shifting the weight of your feet. Wanda sighs softly on the other side.

"You first." You tell her.

"No, don't worry, it was silly." She justifies quickly. "You were going to say you have to go to class, right? You can go. I'll call you later."

You grimace softly but are already leaving the dorm anyway. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, detka." Wanda assured. You saw Yelena waiting at the end of the hall, and waved to her with the hand that held the keys.

"Alright then, love you, bye." You mumbled before hanging up.

Yelena yawned, handed you a coffee cup resembling hers, and was in the middle of ranting about the number of activities the teachers had gone through in the last week when you noticed what you had said to Wanda and choked on your cappuccino.

The blonde next to you made a confused face, massaging your back lightly.

"I just told Wanda that I love her." You cough, your eyes filled with nervous tears, your face flushed.

Yelena laughs, raising an eyebrow. "And that's a reason to waste Starbucks? You know I waited in line for forty minutes today because they were fixing the machines and-

"Yelena, I never said it before!" You interrupt her half-desperately. "Well, never like that at least. Never like, hey I love you romantically, the way I can't wait to live in a real home with you and marry you and have beautiful children-"

"Who's having children?" Peter cuts in curiously as he catches up with you two outside, Kate at his elbow.

Yelena laughs. " I don't know about children, but a stroke..."

You had already handed the coffee cup to the blonde and were dialing Wanda's number again. She didn't answer.

"Oh great, now she hates me." You gasped with the phone in your ear.

Yelena rolled her eyes, and Kate and Peter exchanged confused glances, but the blonde was already taking the phone from your hand and handing you back your coffee.

"I highly doubt your girlfriend will hate you for this, now can we go to class? Call her later."

"But-"

"You can't miss any more classes, Romeo. Or you'll lose your scholarship, and then there'll be lots of 'I love you' from England when you have to move back in with your father." Yelena insists, a hand on her back to urge you to walk.

You grimace but can't resist following your friends to the school building.

Luckily for your anxiety, Wanda texts you later in the day, which you only get to see in between Chemistry and Literature.

"I went to take a shower, did you want something?"

"To shower with you." You flirt immediately, feeling your cheeks heat up.

Wanda takes a moment to respond.

"There will be other opportunities." She says, and you swallow dryly, trying not to imagine it and failing miserably. "Just making me blush is what you wanted?"

You chuckle softly, your hands on the keyboard. But then you realize that you don't know exactly what to say. Sorry for saying I love you doesn't sound very nice.

"It was nothing, it was silly.'

Wanda sends a giggling emoji. "Is that a comeback for earlier? Okay, smarty-pants. I wanted to call you for a date."

You widen your eyes softly. "What? Really?"

"Yeah. It's silly, so I let it go."

You licked your lips, thoughtful for a moment. "We hang out together all the time, Wands."

"Yeah, I know." She texted. "I guess that's my kind of way of saying I want to hang out with you more."

You laugh shyly. "In that case, the idea is incredible. When do we go out?"

"Well, you have a busy week with school, my favorite nerd. And we're going to the party next Sunday, so..."

"Saturday." You add. "Sounds lovely. Where are you taking me?"

"It's a surprise, obviously."

You bite back a smile. "Obviously." You text back, being able to imagine Wanda's cute face. "I'm going into class now, I'll talk to you later."

"Okay, Y/N, love you, bye."

Your stomach does two full turns. "I love you too, Wands."

–//–

Dried autumn leaves marked the landscape around you.

Wanda was walking ahead - guiding a path that you knew well but still allowed her the suspense of not telling you where it was leading.

It was hot for the season, but that was a good thing because the waterfall was empty for a Saturday, and it was rare enough to miss the opportunity to swim. That should be the fault of the few attractions in town, like the arcade and Odin's Bar, which were so full when you drove by in the pickup truck that they were lining up at the door.

"What do you think?" Wanda asked with her arms extended towards the landscape. You chuckled, enjoying the very different from a typical appearance she had today - Wearing a flannel she 'borrowed' from you, hair covered by a football cap, jeans shorts, and worn sneakers, the look not so different from yours.

"We were lucky to get the empty seat." You mutter, adjusting the picnic basket in your hands. "I remember it used to be so crowded here when we were kids."

Wanda laughs, guiding the walk to a good spot to sit. "Nobody comes to the places beyond the power plant anymore, Y/N. All the old residents think they'll grow an extra leg if they swim around here."

You giggle at her grimace, waiting for her to roll out the towel she was carrying to put the basket on top of it.

Picnics with Wanda became your favorite activity. There was good food, sunshine, and her.

The two of you were engaged in casual conversation the whole time, stealing glances between bites of the various dishes you brought.

The morning became late, and Wanda wanted to swim.

"There's no point in saying you didn't bring a bikini, detka, there's nothing I haven't seen already." She teases casually before pulling up her own blouse. "At some point in my life."

You think to counter that seeing each other naked as children was not the same as it is now, but you are distracted by the sight of Wanda in a bra and panties. She gives you a wink, gesturing for you to get up too, and after a bit of gentle complaining, you do.

Wanda just stares - She doesn't care about the way your cheeks blush or the gentle trembling of your hands. She stands there, stares, and waits for you to take off your clothes with the calmest expression in the world.

And when you're there, in just your underwear, she bites her lip and takes a deep breath. "Fuck, you're so pretty."

You chuckle shyly, blushing even more if that was even possible. You move closer to her and bring your hands to her cheeks. "Nah, you're beautiful. Fucking gorgeous." You compliment her, kissing her on the lips once, twice. She giggles against your lips, and when you face her, she has rosy cheeks and a passionate look on her face.

"I love you, you know?"

You kiss her, firmer this time. She sighs, but you break it off before it deepens.

"I do get a slight impression." You tease, making her laugh. Wanda playfully pinches your rib, and you squirm away, Wanda following you. "Hey, hey! That's a good thing since I love you so much!"

She starts chasing you in circles, down to the waterfall, the two of you laughing until you reach the water and let out exclamations at the freezing temperature. Wanda makes mention of turning around, and you grab her by the waist, pulling her back.

"No, no, honey, you wanted to swim, let's go then!" That was your only warning before you took her to the deep end for a swim with you.

After that came a few others. And you got into a competition of holding your breath, and Wanda thought she felt some animal on her leg and jumped on you, and there were also some leaps off a rock.

One, maybe two hours passed, and you had her pressed against the edge.

Your gasping was muffled by the sound of the water. Wanda had one hand in your hair and another on your neck, trying to have the slightest control over the passionate kisses you had been exchanging for minutes.

She was failing, though. Apparently, you knew all too well how to kiss her right, the way that made her legs turn to jelly and turned her into a complete mess.

You sucked on her tongue next, and she whimpered.

With a breathless giggle, you broke the kiss, your lips moving down her jaw and neck.

"God, those sounds you make, Wands..." You whisper, your hands previously firm on her waist, begin to rise and Wanda has to bite her lips to contain herself. "It's addictive, baby. I kind of want to discover them all."

Your hands find her breasts and squeeze. Light at first, and then firmer. Wanda moaned right in your ear, and you almost lost your sanity.

Staring at her again, you found rosy cheeks and pupils dilated completely. Wanda stared back, and you swallowed dryly, moving your hands to her shoulders where you pushed up the straps of her bra.

With the item lose around her, you stepped forward into the back clasp, and Wanda bit her lips with the diminished distance, closing her eyes for a second.

With her breasts showing, your hands went up. Not to them, but to her cheeks.

"Is that all right? We don't have to...there's no rush, I mean." You tell her, and Wanda sighs, an affectionate smile appearing on her lips.

"I'm ready if you are." She retorts, making you smile as well.

You look around, however, chuckling lightly afterward. "But it's kind of uncomfortable here, don't you think? We can go back to my dorm..."

Wanda nods, cutting you off with a firm kiss that makes you grunt affectedly. "Can we just play for a while, detka? You got me all wet and I'm not talking about the water-"

You interrupt her with another grunt. "God, Wands, of course." She smiles as you kiss her again, and this time, although she is sighing with every movement of your fingers on her nipples, she seems in control, the strong grip on the back of your neck tells you so.

You break the kiss and move your mouth down to her breasts, and Wanda throws her head back when your tongue teases the tip before you take it in and start sucking.

"J-just like that, love... keep going..." She guides with a trembling voice, thighs pressing together under the water. You give a particularly delicious suck and her knees almost give way. "Fuck, that feels so good."

You pull your mouth away, and return your hands to kissing before commenting good-humoredly, "I was kind of hoping for the piercings..." You tease, and Wanda chuckles between one sigh and another, turning her face to have you kiss her again.

You do, with enough passion and fervor that she adjusts the weight of her feet, and has to hold your shoulder for support. She tries to regain control, but your hand moves down to her panties, and once your fingers tease her over the fabric, Wanda loses it.

An affected whimper escapes her lips, and her urge is to pull her face away to breathe, but you chase after her mouth. And you kiss her, and kiss her, even as your fingers push the fabric aside and slide between the folds of her pussy, teasing your way inside before sinking into her at once.

You both moan at the contact, and you don't let Wanda escape your tongue, kissing her as you finger her tight cunt, in and out, curling your fingers in a way that gives her no choice but to moan into your mouth, unable to match the kiss with the build of her orgasm.

It didn't take long to arrive - and you held her by the waist with one hand, the other with your fingers buried deep inside her, fucking her as she spilled herself into your fingerprints, squirming and moaning against your mouth, two satisfied breathless smiles forming.

You almost gave up looking for a more comfortable place, aware of the throbbing inside your own pants, but Wanda gave a gentle tug on your hand, signaling for you to withdraw your fingers for the overstimulation. She kissed you, intense and passionate, before putting a little more distance between you, breathing out of rhythm as you did.

"Let's go home, detka." She asks on a sigh. "I want to taste you."

No chance of you refusing that.

–//–

Wanda could hardly believe this was happening.

You, in her bed - well, your bed by semantics - squirming against the pillows over her touch. She was making you feel like this. So hot and needy and horny. And it wasn't even for the first time.

You did it a few times now, it was already dark outside. Still, you didn't get tired of her. She was even less tired of you. She was addicted, to your smell, your taste, and the sounds you make.

"Babe, fuck, right there..." You moaned with your hands grabbing the sheets, your eyes closed. Wanda slid her tongue deep inside you, drinking your juices as you came in a whimper, and was surprised when the instinctive movement of her hips against the bed combined to bring you to high, brought her climax too. She grunted against your intimacy, feeling herself dripping down her own thighs. "Wands, come here."

She moved leisurely, marking your body with hard kisses that made you sigh. Wanda lay on top of you, and your hands went to her waist, hugging her.

You kissed her on the mouth, moaning to your own taste on her tongue, and Wanda was considering returning to your pussy when you spun her around on the bed and got a surprised giggle from her.

The kiss intensified before subsiding until you ended up with your faces close together, noses touching and bodies embraced. Your hand on her waist, and one of hers on your face, tracing your skin.

There is this long moment of silence. Just the two of you, breathing together and enjoying each other's warmth. The curfew rings low outside your dormitory, which is filled with the voices of the other girls, returning to their rooms, and you sigh lightly, hugging Wanda a little tighter.

"Can we stay here? Like, just stay. Forever." You ask her with a sigh, blinking your eyes open at her. Wanda smiles, putting her hand on your cheek.

"Not forever, detka." She whispers back, brushing her nose against yours. Before you can be disappointed, she adds. "One day we'll have our own bed."

You close your eyes, smiling. "Yeah?"

"I'll probably have to get a job first though." She jokes, and you laugh softly, hiding your face in her neck.

"I can totally be the home provider. I have an inheritance, you know."

Wanda chuckles lightly, adjusting to prop her elbow on the bed. You lay your head on the pillow, opening your eyes to her, and look at her so passionately that she feels her cheeks warm.

"I probably have one too, if I ever talk to my parents again." She murmurs, and you swallow dryly, watching the change in her posture, only for her to shake her head slightly, and force a smile. "Sorry, for ruining the mood. Come here-"

"Don't do that." You interrupted her gently, pulling away as she went to kiss you. Adjusting your body, you mimicked her elbow support position and gestured a finger between you. "This is incredible, Wands. The sex I say. But you and I are friends first and foremost, we talk to each other. You can talk to me about anything, always. I'm right here for you, and I'm not going anywhere. Ever again."

Wanda swallows dryly, and this time when she comes closer, you don't pull away. You kiss her back with intensity, and she breaks away to look into your eyes.

"I'm here too, you know. You can tell me everything." She retorts softly, and you smile, one hand moving down to her thigh, where your fingers caress her skin.

"And what do you want to know?" You return casually, and Wanda gives a weak laugh before assuming a thoughtful expression for a moment.

"For starters, why Stark and not Rogers?" She asks surprising you a little. Wanda shrugs her shoulders. "You grew up being Captain Rogers' daughter, but I've seen you correct Rach about that. Why?"

You sigh slightly, looking away from her face for a moment. "It's kind of silly, but I just... well, my dad married Peggy, you know? And they had the twins and-"

"Wait, what?" Wanda cuts in surprise. "You have siblings?"

It's your turn to laugh. "Yeah... sorry, I didn't mention that before, did I?"

Wanda gives you a gentle slap on the shoulder. "Y/N! That's the kind of news you tell your best friend!"

You chuckle again, kissing her cheeks. "Sorry, baby, I didn't know how to include this in the conversation really. It seemed silly for me to come in saying 'hey I have siblings that I don't really talk to, but they're there.'"

Wanda stares at you intensely, studying your expression. "You don't get along with them?"

Shrugging, you move to lie down beside her, pulling a sheet over you. Wanda turns her body toward you, as you do to her, face to face.

"It's not like that." You begin to explain. "They're kids, there's no way to not get along with them yet. Peggy got pregnant shortly after my father got worse. I wasn't in England anymore, I didn't even see them being born or staying around much. And I was in New York for two years, you know? I think I became Y/N Stark, much more than I was a Rogers. When I went back to England, after Dad died, I didn't even feel at home anymore. It was strange. To feel like an intruder in your own family."

"Babe, I'm sorry." She says sincerely, but you smile at her.

"Don't worry, honey." You say. "It wasn't anyone's fault. Peggy is great, really. And they're really sweet, James and Sarah, the twins, I say. They're very sweet kids. But, I don't know, the Rogers family already seemed complete. And I really missed Tony. I think the last name, and the tattoo was my way of keeping him with me."

Wanda nods in understanding, her gaze falling to your naked torso. She pulls the sheet down but lets her fingers move up to the tattoo in the middle of your chest.

Her fingers trace the small circle and the letters before she looks up at you. "As I said before, it's as morbid as it is beautiful."

You chuckle lightly, giving her a gentle pinch on the hip. "What about yours? I still don't understand what the drawing means."

Wanda shrugs and turns her back to you so that you can look at the tattoo more closely. Your finger traces the design immediately, outlining every detail.

"Can you guess what it is?" she asks with her eyes closed, appreciating your touch.

You sigh slightly. "It looks kind of mystical, like a demon. Maybe an angel? I see a crown."

She laughs lightly, shaking her head. "It's a witch."

"Huh. Cool." You mutter, tracing your fingers upward on the drawing. "It's really quite pretty. It even has a planet in here. How did you get the idea?"

She shrugs her shoulders. "I don't really know, I think I dreamed up the design. I took it to the tattoo artist, and it was done."

"Do you still draw? Like when we were kids?"

"No, not really." She murmurs. "Not since Pietro."

You move your arm under the pillow where her head is resting, and the other goes to her waist. Your torso presses against her back and your lips kiss her shoulder. "Got it." You murmur, hugging her.

Wanda relaxes into your embrace, and you close your eyes as you rest your face on the crease of her neck.

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