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𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 / 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 / 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 / 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 — 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐱𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐟𝐟 x 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
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𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 — even with distance between us, my love burns bright; say you feel the same
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 — 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐍𝐈, 𝟏𝟖+, strong language, fluff, ANGST DEAR GOD THE ANGST, me pining over Two Idiots™ i made
𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 — i’d almost forgotten that this was sitting in my drafts and thought, “let’s give my girls a proper send off.” so, i hope y’all enjoy these two and, who knows, we might see them again
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“How long are you planning on hiding out at my place?”
You looked at your best friend, Tameka, from over your shoulder. She wore a smug smile on her lips and one of her hands was perched on her hip.
“I’m not hiding,” you muttered. “I’m just giving Wanda space.”
“Space she didn’t ask for or know that she needed.”
You threw her a dirty look. “Fine, I’m giving myself space from her. Am I overstaying my welcome? Is that why you’re doing this?”
Tameka rolled her eyes and moved to sit beside you on the couch. She wrapped an arm around your shoulders and guided your head to the curve of her neck. “You know that you’re welcome to squat here for as long as you need.”
“Thanks,” you deadpanned.
“You know what I mean,” she said, rolling her eyes. “When’s the last time you talked to her?”
“Not since I left.” You let out a huff. “I don’t know what to do, Tam.”
She moved to sit in front of you, her legs crossed and a smile curling at the side of her mouth. “Tell me what happened.”
You recounted that night’s events, your face heating up when Tameka arched a brow at your hasty departure.
“You can’t think for other people, Y/N. You know that, right?”
You narrowed your eyes at her. “I wasn’t thinking for her.”
“You had an entire scenario made up in your head and, instead of voicing your concerns, you showed up on my doorstep at half past midnight on a Tuesday,” Tameka said drily. “That’s not thinking ahead of someone to you?”
“I — okay, so maybe I did.” You groaned and leaned back into her throw pillows. “She must think I’m fucking crazy.”
“I think you’re both idiots.”
“That doesn’t help me.”
Tameka chuckled. “You really love her, don’t you?”
How envious you were that she could say the words so easily. Six months it took you when you could finally verbalize the tightness of your skin and the pounding of your heart when the heroine was around. How the smell of her favorite perfume — jasmine and sandalwood — sunk into every surface of your bed and lulled you to sleep every night. It happened so subtly you often wondered if you were just that person: the one that falls too fast and loves too hard. You’d never been that way with past partners and it unnerved you. The dark-haired beauty unnerved you.
You put your face in your hands. “I’m fucked.”
“No, you’re not. Dial down the dramatics for a second.” Tameka moved your hands from your face. “There’s nothing wrong with loving someone and wanting to be loved back.”
“What if she doesn’t? Love me back?”
She took you in her arms again, her vanilla perfume calming you some. “Then you can stay with me forever.”
“You’re getting married to Noel in six months, Tam,” you said, smiling.
“Then, bitch, we’re marrying Noel. We’ll have matching dresses and everything.”
You laughed. If there was one thing Tameka Harland knew how to do and do well, it was putting a smile on your face. “I should probably call her, right?”
Tameka held her hands up. “I’m not telling you what to do, but it wouldn’t hurt.”
“Can we watch an episode of Haikyu!! first? I need the serotonin.”
She gave you a wide smile, her hand reaching for the remote.
“Fuck yeah, we can.”
You’d lived in this building in Brooklyn for five years.
You’d happened upon it your sophomore year of college, desperate to be rid of nosy RAs and catty roommates. Its brick and mortar was weathered and almost blended into the other buildings surrounding it. Had it not been for an elderly woman — Mrs. Jacoby from 316A — asking you to help her with her groceries, you’d have missed it entirely.
It’d seen many pair of legs enter and leave the threshold of your apartment, had stood warm and comforting as you cried yourself to sleep over a rare few of those legs. It felt its warmest once Wanda came into your life. She was like a breath of fresh air for its muted beige walls and brought her light to share with it. When you’d called earlier, she said that she’d been staying over. Waiting for you.
That little voice in the back of your head, that fear, crept up your spine again; was she waiting for you to break it off in person? Did this half a year mean everything to you and little to her?
“Y/N?”
You looked up. Wanda was dressed in one of your old T-shirts you swiped from your dad back in college, fitting as loosely as it did on you. You must’ve looked pathetic sitting outside of your apartment like a sullen child.
Her dark brows dipped in confusion.“Have you been sitting out here this whole time?”
“Not the whole time,” you wrung your hands together, “I was sitting in the parking lot an hour ago.”
“Could you come inside, please? Talk to me.”
You pushed yourself onto your feet and walked into your apartment. Your eyes scanned the living room as you toed out of your shoes. Nothing had seemed different in the six days since you’d last been here. The room still smelled of bergamot, your couch cushions were in place save for the blanket thrown across the back. You smiled seeing that she’d tended to your plants in your absence.
“What happened, Y/N? You’ve never just stormed off like that before,” Wanda said, pulling you from your thoughts, “I called your job, three of your coworkers. I had to call Tam and ask if you were there.” Her green eyes swam behind the cresting tears. “I was fucking worried.”
“‘M sorry.”
“No, I need more than that. One minute, you were fine. We were fine. Then I asked about dinner and you — ”
“What are we?”
She stopped. “What?”
You motioned between the two of you, your eyes locked with hers. “When we started, it was just sex — simple, easy, uncomplicated sex. And I’m fine with that, I am. But now we float between each other’s places and I’ve met your brother and you’ve met Tam and everything’s confusing.”
Wanda’s brows met, her green eyes confused. “I don’t understand.”
“Do you like me? Or do you just like fucking me sometimes?”
“Y/N — ”
“No, no, you don’t have to say anything, really. I’m just…I like you. A lot. I think I have for a while but kept it back because neither of us ever said what this was.” You looked to your feet. “And I get that, y’know? I’ve been off lately and, I don’t know, maybe I’m projecting or whatever Tam said. I just — I can’t keep pretending that I’m okay when I’m not, Wanda. You have keys to my fucking apartment, y’know? That would imply seriousness.”
She came towards you. “Y/N — ”
You shook your head. “I’m making sense, right? I feel like I’m just rambling and confusing you and — ”
“Y/N, stop.” Wanda took hold of both your hands, a soft smile on her face. “It’s okay.”
You made a noise in the back of your throat. “Is it?”
Wanda brought one of your hands up to her lips. “I’m not letting you leave anytime soon.”
“And when you leave me?”
She let out a surprised breath as she cupped your cheek. “I’d never. Do you think I just halfway move in with every pretty brown-eyed girl that I meet in bars?”
“I mean, have you seen you?”
Her green eyes leveled you. “Do you remember the night we met?”
“I got stood up by some asshole and you just so happened to be sitting at the bar witnessing my embarrassment.”
Wanda shook her head, chuckling. “I swear, for you bring so brilliant, your attention to detail is shit. I was taking myself out on a date after a particularly hard week. I’d probably been there an hour, hour and a half, when I saw you. You were beautiful; dressed in that velvet brown dress that you wore for my birthday dinner and your hair was down and haloed around your face. I don’t think I’ve ever been wanted to know someone so much before. When you looked at me suddenly, I fucking lost it. I think I nodded and gave you a derpy smile or something.”
“Your smile wasn’t derpy,” you argued, “It made me lose my shit.”
“Yeah, right.” Her green eyes locked with yours. “Why did you stay away? I was so worried.”
“Because I was scared? I don’t know…I just — I’ve never done half of what I’ve been doing with you these past few months. I’m not used to falling into relationships this easy. And especially not with a hot superhero.”
“You think I’m hot?” she asked, a teasing glint in her eyes.
You rolled your eyes. “I’m being serious. I’m fucking terrified every day that I’m going to wake up and every trace of you will be gone. Like I imagined the last six months and I don’t know if I can handle that.”
She rested her forehead against yours, one of her hands curving around the back of your neck. Her lips met yours in a kiss that wasn’t quite a kiss yet. It took you ten seconds too long before you realized she was asking for permission.
You kissed her back with everything you had: your love, your fears, offered every part of yourself that she’d accept.
“I can’t believe you think I’d ever leave you,” she said against your lips.
You pulled back. “What is Atlas without the world on his shoulders?”
“Huh?”
“Atlas without the world on his shoulders is just a man. That’s me without you.” You put a hand to her cheek. “I’m alarmingly and permanently in love with you, Wanda Maximoff. I love your eyes, your snort when you laugh really hard.” Tears streamed down her cheeks. “I love that your middle name is Django and the Transian lullabies you sing to me at night. Even if one day you decide that I’m not what you want, I will still love you.”
She kissed you — salty and hard — and, suddenly, your mind’s eye exploded with images of the two of you: your first date, the first night Wanda stayed over. You first kiss. She was in your head, giving her perspective with her reality-bending chaos magic.
Through her eyes, a warm light haloed around you, colored you with wonder and affection that made your heart flutter and your lungs seize. She loved you — wholly and purely loved you.
She pulled back, her smile the brightest you’d ever seen it. “I have loved you since the first time I saw you. There is never a moment of my day that I’m not thinking of you or wanting to see you. No one will ever love you as much as I will.”
You brushed a few stray curls from her face. “We’re two lovestruck idiots, huh?”
“Each other’s lovestruck idiots.”
𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 — no because the brain rot that these two gave me was something fierce (also part of the reason why i stopped writing take me away lol) and i could barely focus until i got their story down. what can i say? angst is my lifeblood. but good god, do i love these babies
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