Summary: A new job at New York University should be a fresh start. Things don't go as planned when you fall in love with one of your students. || Request by @ecruzsalaz
Warnings: (18+), explicit language, smut, dom!reader and bottom wanda, heavy angst with happy ending, cursing, secret/forbidden relationship, teasing, romanticism, legal age gap.
A/N: There's not much scenes of Wanda in this, but the next ones will be worthy the wait... Good reading!
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You have a warning letter about absences when you board the plane to Russia.
And your cell phone no longer has Wanda's number on it. To avoid incidents, you tell yourself.
Natasha wishes you a good trip with a tight hug, commenting about you visiting her mother before she can.
You have not told her about your latest argument with Wanda, just as you have not told her that you have no intention of returning to the United States.
One of the judges called you two days earlier.
He mentioned Cambridge University's interest in your portfolio. The position available on the faculty.
You knew that the dean of NYU was waiting for the next crack to dismiss you, tired of dealing with the problems you seemed to attract.
And you were simply exhausted from seeing Wanda in your classroom. It was too painful.
So you said you accepted the offer without even hearing the judge finish speaking.
After Russia, you were not going to take the plane to New York as you had mentioned. You were going straight to London.
After everything she's seen you go through these past few weeks, Natasha would understand.
You just hoped she wouldn't be so angry to hear you kept it from her.
Russia was as cold as expected.
And at least this time, you had fun.
The art was very sophisticated, and your more challenging photographs were well appreciated.
Also, competitions in the final stages were exciting.
You had a sweet drink in your hands, standing next to other famous and respected photo critics, and you all looked interested in the heated discussion of two of the competitors a few meters away in the middle of the gallery hall.
"Mr.Barnes and Mr.Wilson, if this doesn't stop immediately, you two will be disqualified!" Someone finally interrupted the bickering.
You tried not to sigh in frustration. You finally had a distraction and it was taken away from you.
Turning your body back to the bar, you ordered another drink.
"It's a shame when fights end at the best parts." Commented a voice next to you.
You laughed in agreement, turning around.
A stunning woman in a black dress was looking at you. Her hair was pinned up, exposing her collarbone to which you tried not to stare so discourteously.
"It is a pleasure to finally meet you, Miss Y/L/N." She greeted by extending her hand to you.
"You know who I am?"
She laughed at your embarrassed tone, and you try to regain some dignity by shaking her hand quickly. "Everyone in this room who has the slightest talent knows who you are."
You let out a clumsy laugh. "That's very kind, Miss...?"
"Valkyrie, but Valky is fine." She introduces herself. "And those are just facts, Miss Y/L/N. I even heard you're going to teach at Cambridge now."
"God, news travels fast." You mutter in surprise, and the woman in front of you just continues to stare at you intently, a short smile at the corner of her lips.
"You have to be aware of what's going on in a market as competitive as ours." She argues. "Knowing what our competitors are doing."
" Oh, so you're a photographer too?"
"No, I'm a publicity agent." She clarifies. "My clients, however, you know."
She doesn't say the name, just gently tilts her head toward something behind you.
You look in the same direction, and let out a short chuckle. "Wow, impressive I have to admit. " You say as you look at her again. "Everyone knows the Arsgard golden duo."
"My company represents the best in the world of photography, Miss Y/L/N. And Loki and Thor are one of the high pillars of the current scene."
"I agree, but I still think Thor's last collection was kind of down." You mutter, taking a sip of your drink.
"That hurt my feelings." It's a male voice speaking behind you in a joking tone, and you almost choke on your drink. "Ha! I'm just messing with you." Clarifies the blond man when he sees your expression, and moves to stand next to Valky.
"Thor, meet Y/N Y/LN." Valky introduced you, and watched you greet the blond shyly. "I was ready to tell her about Asgard's interest in her work."
"Oh, great for you, Valky, but I just came to get a drink. No talk of work today, enough of those grumpy old men around me." He speaks quickly, and grabs a whole bottle of whiskey from the bar. "Good grown-up talk for you two. And Y/N, a pleasure to officially meet you. If you stay around, we're having a party at the hotel, room 412. Feel free to drop by."
And he left, rejoining his brother deeper into the gallery.
Valky let out a laugh. "Sorry, he's pretty detached sometimes, and good manners aren't his strong suit. Although talent is."
You shrugged, really not caring about the whole interaction. "You wanted to talk business?"
She smiled. "Yes, but we can put it off for a while. This place is full of journalists. How about over dinner?"
From the way she leaned in, it wasn't just a business dinner.
You were about to say that you preferred to do everything on the phone, when a young woman with a camera hanging around her neck approached you two.
Valky gave you a look that said "I told you" but smiled politely at the girl.
It was a picture for the cover of something, you didn't pay much attention. You were distracted by Valk's hand on your waist as you were posing.
The young woman left after thanking you both, and Valky didn't move very far from you. "What about my invitation?"
"Dinner sounds great."
You woke up late on Sunday.
With a contract with a renowned gallery and a few hickeys on your neck.
Your bed was empty, but Valky left a note saying that it had been fun, and maybe when you went to Norway, where the Asgard company headquarters were, you guys might do that again.
Yawning, you got up to prepare coffee.
You had the day free to explore the capital, since your last appointment was only in the evening.
But you were not too excited to go out, and thought about watching something.
If only Nat were here, she could keep you company.
So instead of watching TV, or going out and exploring beautiful Russia like all your fellow photographers were doing, you stopped putting off the inevitable and sat at your computer, writing your resignation letter to Dean Nick Fury.
It was bigger than you thought it would be. You tried to be polite and grateful, and also had to check if the hotel did printing so that you could sign and scan.
And when you went to the front desk to do that, you encountered Loki Laufeyson heading out for breakfast.
"I believe we haven't been officially introduced yet, which is a shame, because I couldn't wait to compliment your work." He spoke with a charming smile. You chuckled awkwardly, shaking his hand.
"It's a pleasure to meet you too, Mr. Laufeyson." You returned.
"And you're not going to compliment my work?" He questioned in a playful tone.
"Well, you hear that too much, perhaps a change of scenery would be best." You return in the same tone making him laugh.
"If you're not busy, would you like to join me for breakfast? The other critics and judges have reserved a table for the entire contest team."
You sigh, thoughtfully. "I still have to finish something important, so thank you for the invitation." You spoke, and Loki made an almost disappointed expression. "It won't be long, maybe I'll show up at the end of the buffet."
"I hope so." He says with a wink before saying goodbye and walking out toward the lounge.
The receptionist returns with your printout and you go up to your room again.
As soon as you sent the letter to Nick Fury, you locked up your computer and headed for the shower, deciding that you were going to join the rest of the team.
Loki introduced you to the whole table as if you had been friends for years.
It was a very nice breakfast, you sat at the head of the table, Loki beside you, and Thor in front of you. There were also some other judges and critics, some about your age, like Shang-Chi, Mantis and Carol Danvers, and some younger, like Monica Rambeau and Rachel Roths. The latter, was the same age as Wanda, and you mentally repressed yourself for thinking about the brunette again, while you stuck a whole piece of apple in your mouth.
The team was going on a tourist walk around Moscow, and you found no reason not to accompany them.
You went back up to your room after breakfast with the intention of showering and getting ready for the tour, and you didn't take long.
Knowing that soon you would have messages from Natasha about your dismissal, or the director's answer, you left your cell phone in your room and went out.
You were running away, that was the truth.
But it was good to be able to have fun again, so you ignored the guilt, and smiled when Loki offered his arm for you to hold during the tour.
It was an incredibly fun afternoon.
All the critics had similar interests to you, talking about photography, about the world, about work.
You bit back a guilty laugh, thinking that Nat was right, they were all kind of snobby hipsters, but it was like being at home.
Thor commented that you would have had fun at the party he gave at the hotel, but Loki whispered in your ear that the most fun part was knowing that his brother woke up in the hotel manager's room, making you laugh softly.
Loki was very charming, he was clearly flirting. You were almost guilty to dismiss him when he asked you out to dinner.
But he didn't seem to be upset, he said goodbye politely and said he would meet you at the contest event later, and you went back to your room.
Your cell phone was vibrating on your bed, and you let out a tired sigh.
It stopped ringing before you could reach it, and you thought that maybe Natasha had given up.
But then your laptop in sleep mode on the bedroom table notified you of the skype call, and you pressed accept as you took off your shoes.
"Y/N, damn it finally!" Nat complained aloud, she was in work clothes, but in her apartment. She should probably be leaving for work. "Fury just sent a text asking if I knew about your resignation! What the hell is he talking about?"
"Good morning, Nat. I'm doing well, the trip was great, Russia is beautiful..."
"Y/N, I'm serious."
You sighed, and took your eyes off your shoes to look at her. You didn't even have to tell her to curse softly.
"Why didn't you tell me?" she asked, upset.
"I didn't know how to tell you." You replied. "You got me this job, and you have helped me so much. I didn't know how to say it, Nat, I'm sorry, I-"
She gestured for you to stop. "No, I'm sorry. If I made you feel pressured to stay, if I don't know, made you feel like you couldn't tell me that-"
"No, Nat, it's not like that!" You interrupt in desperation. "That's not your fault! I swear, I just-" You tried to explain, and took a deep breath, searching for the right words. "I'm so tired. I can't see her every day anymore, Nat. It feels like I'm going to cry every time I walk into the room and she's sitting there with that damn ring on her finger. I can't-"
You sobbed and Nat sighed, "Oh, honey, I wish I could be there to hug you."
Letting out a tearful laugh, you restrained your emotion. "Don't worry, I'll be fine. In fact, I think it' the first time in weeks I'm able to breathe again."
"Russia, did you this good, huh?"
You smiled. "I guess so."
"I know that face, come on, tell me everything that happened."
You did. Natasha was impressed, especially when you mentioned briefly that she spent the night with the Asgard Company representative.
"God, I've seen her in some magazines, you're a legend I swear." She mentions making you blush and shake your head.
"She's nice I think."
"Nice? The woman looks like a Greek goddess. She is more than 'nice'."
"Jesus, Nat, do you want her number or something?" You tease.
She laughs but raises her eyebrow. "Actually, I think it's a great idea."
It was your turn to laugh, and lift your middle finger at her before going back to take off your shoes.
"But you're really not coming back here? Not even to pick up things at your apartment?" She asks next, and you shrug.
"I was going to have a company do that."
"You're really avoiding this place."
You sigh. "Nat, of course I want to see you again, and say goodbye, but I just don't want to go back, you know? Every corner of that place has a ghost of my relationship with Wanda."
"Well, I'll visit you in London then." She says looking like she wants to change the subject to keep you from starting to cry again, and you let out a giggle. "I think I might be able to do that next holiday."
"I'd love that."
"And do you know where you'll live yet?"
You bite the inside of your cheek thoughtfully. "Well, I could always move back to my house."
"It's okay" You reassure her. "The place has been empty since Dad died, only the housekeeper takes care of it. And well, it's an amazing house, and I won't have to worry about rent."
"I didn't want you go alone there for the first time in so long." She murmurs and you smile.
"Nat, I'll be fine, I'm a pretty big girl don't you think? I can handle it."
"Yeah, I know. But if it's too much, call me okay? I fly to London the same afternoon."
"Your students would love that."
She laughs, shrugging. "They'll survive a few classes without my brilliant mind. But yours, I'm not so sure."
You let out a grumble, burying your face in your hands for a moment. "Damn, I hope they don't hate me for leaving in the middle of the semester."
"Don't worry, I'm sure Fury should be working it out by now. Besides, they'll have plenty of time before exams."
"I hope you're right."
"I'm always right."
The two of you exchange giggles, and Nat checks her watch, and sighs. "I have to go honey, but I'll call you later okay? When you're at that fancy party of yours."
She blew a kiss and hung up.
It was better than you expected at least.
You got up to go to the bathroom, and occupied your mind with the choice of clothes for the party.
And at about half past seven you came out of your room wearing a very nice dark suit, pushing away any memory of Wanda telling you that you looked so nice in a suit.
Because you were on the other side of the world, sipping a glass of champagne in a room full of important people from the world of photography, you had no way of knowing what was happening in New York that afternoon.
How Wanda was trying on wedding dresses in a renowned Times Square store chosen by her father, with pieces that were worth more than cars.
The way she was forcing a smile with such ease that anyone could say she was the happiest bride in the world.
You had no way of knowing about the tailor that was helping her, who knew that Wanda liked photography, and commented on a magazine that had an elegant couple on the cover, and handed the item to Wanda thinking she was pleasing her.
You were laughing disguisedly at Loki's ironic comments while Wanda's smile broke when she saw you hugging a woman in a magazine.
You didn't know that Wanda excused herself and went back to the changing room, nor that she began to cry.
The worried employees at the door, listening to the sobs with confused looks in their eyes.
You didn't know the way she wiped her tears, and stood up. How she came out of the dressing room and said she was just happy because the dress was perfect.
You didn't know that she turned out so well at faking it as you did.
On Monday morning, you flew to England.
Your cell phone had lots of new numbers, from the entire photography team, but you figured you wouldn't actually call any of them.
Natasha sends a picture of good luck, and asks you to call her as soon as you can, and you think it best to wait for the plane to land.
It is a very busy day.
You have a meeting with the dean of Cambridge University, and you have to settle all your issues with NYU by phone.
Also, Valky wishes you to go to Norway to visit the company and decide on your new photography project with them.
You have to remember to buy air tickets.
Cambridge University is the same university where your mother and father graduated, and is the first thing the dean thinks it best to mention.
You just nod politely, and listen to his proposal.
The university is already ready for you, but he says that you would start in two weeks, which would give you time to go to Norway and get a place to live.
Technically, you had a house.
A beautiful, magnificent, expensive residence in Notting Hill, which you inherited from your father when he died three years ago.
The same residence where you watched your mother's cancer slowly consume her, and the same one to which you went years without visiting.
And where you asked the taxi driver to take you.
You hesitated at the front door, but took a deep breath and went inside.
It was exactly as you remembered it, even the walls had the same texture, and the objects were still in the same places.
Your father was always so methodical about everything.
You left the copy of the keys on the little table, and smiled when a woman came to greet you.
"Y/N! Look at you!" Spoke Agatha lovingly, rushing over to hug you tight.
"Hi Agatha, good to see you." You returned, and she guided you into the kitchen, where she had prepared tea and cookies for you.
Agatha was the housekeeper. She took care of your mother, of you, and then of your father when he stopped taking pictures because of his eyes.
When his bitterness finally gave him a heart attack, he died and left the house to you. But that was always Agatha's home, and you said she could stay as long as she wanted.
"I can't believe you're here, it seems like yesterday that you went to Paris to study." Comments the nostalgic woman, pouring the tea for you.
It's good, seeing her again. She is the only family you still have.
After telling you some news, she says that she has already prepared your room.
You sigh as you enter it, it's exactly the same as the day you left.
Posters of bands you don't listen to anymore, amateur photographs, dusty books. Clothes that don't fit, vinyl records, and your mother's camera.
You sit in bed, feeling exhausted from the trip, and overwhelmed with the emotional burden of being back home.
Trying to convince yourself that your life was going forward, not backward, you took a deep breath and took off your coat, knowing you still had a lot to do.
For the next week, you didn't work.
Agatha helped you with the relocation, you donated the vast majority of your father's belongings, and you had to face your mother's room.
It smelled of dust when you entered.
Even without the medical equipment, you could still remember the exact image of her in bed, her arm with needle marks, and the IV beside the bed.
"Are you sure you're okay?" Agatha asked leaning against the door frame. You nodded quickly.
"I ran away from here too long, Agatha." You clarified. "It's time to deal with it."
You sold the furniture. Everything was still very much hers, and you decided to buy cans of paint and turn your mother's room into a working office. She would like that, to have you working from home.
Your father's office was empty. You used to complain that the house had too much space, and you still think so after so long.
Your furniture arrived on Thursday. Natasha sent an audio message telling you exactly how she directed the guys from the furniture company, and how she divided up the box of your belongings, and you said you missed her, and couldn't wait for her to visit you again.
You took Agatha to dinner at one of the restaurants your mother used to take you to, and it was an evening full of nostalgia.
On Friday night you traveled to Norway.
The hotel room was nice, but the country was as cold as Russia.
Valky made an appointment for breakfast at the Asgard Company at ten o'clock in the morning, and it was difficult to get out of the blankets for your appointment.
But the crystal building in Oslo was really impressive.
She had the same smile full of second intentions when she greeted you, but it was really just a business meeting.
"Of course we have interest in a long term contract, but with the end of the European competition, it's a great time for a new exhibition." She mentions a few moments later deeper into the introduction of the subject. "Do you have any work in progress?"
You hesitate. There is one. The one that earned you your place as a critic in the contest, but which you have not exposed to anyone but Nat.
"I have a photograph, Valky." You say after a thoughtful pause. "But it's unique, not part of a portfolio."
"Oh come on, don't make it so much suspense, let me see it."
You pulled your cell phone from your pocket, and cleared your throat before saying, "Here it is."
Valky picked up your cell phone and was silent for a few moments, until she sighed. "That's really impressive, Y/N."
"You think so?" You ask half unsure. She nods sincerly.
"The best thing is that it's exceptionally different from any of your previous work." She explains. "It will be an incredible revelation to the critics, an abrupt change of style. I can already imagine the headlines.
"But I only have that one." You recall. "Is a single photo enough?"
"Yes, if it's as good as this one.." She speaks with a chuckle. "My, my, what a beautiful thing. It's one of those rare shots that impacts those who lay their eyes on it the first time. And it's exactly the kind of photo we value here. Pictures that cause a reaction."
You frown at the compliments, but are grateful. Valky returns your cell phone with a curious smile. "And I must offer my congratulations to both the photographer and the model. If the girl is a professional, I'd like to have her contact information."
Your stomach did a complete turn.
"Actually she's another photographer." You clarify putting the cell phone away, and thinking about your next words. "I-it was one of my students. It was a surprise photo, she wasn't posing. But sure, I can get her number for you."
"Such a beautiful shot like that and she wasn't even posing? That's really impressive." She says. "It's nice to know she's a photographer, if she's as talented as you are, who knows, she might work with me. The indication she already has." Valk comments with a wink.
You think the universe is laughing in your face at this point.
Forcing a polite smile, you go back to paying attention to the final details of your contract that Valky brings, and she seems very keen to have your picture displayed next year.
As you leave her office, you text Natasha asking for Wanda's number, and she calls you almost five minutes later.
"Sorry I missed a chapter? Are you having a meltdown or something?" She inquired worriedly on the other end of the line, and you sighed as you got into a taxi headed for the hotel.
"No, Nat, it's for work." You said and told her about the meeting. Nat was laughing when you finished.
"My god, I'm really, really sorry for laughing." She comments between giggles. "It's just ... Can you imagine what a coincidence if she goes to work with you? My god it sounds like fate."
You grumbled unsatisfied. "I think Valky has enough projects so that won't happen. By the way, I'm selling my father's pictures and she looked ready to kiss me when she said that."
"Wow, that sounds good."
"It is." You said. "He might have been a selfish bastard, but he was an incredible photographer. I think I'm going to get almost two million for the pictures he took in Alaska."
"Please tell me you're going to buy a mansion on the beach for me to visit."
You laughed, shaking your head. "Of course, sugar baby. What more do you want?" You scoffed and it was her turn to laugh.
She was silent for a moment after that. And then you warned:
"I'll talk to Wanda before I give you her number, okay? I think it will be good to just mention that it's about work so she doesn't block you once she sees the notification."
"Thanks, Nat." You say. "And how are things going over there?"
"As usual I guess." She mutters and then lets out an exclamation. "Except that your substitute has arrived!"
"Oh, really? And what does they look like?"
"To my surprise, she's not a hipster like you." She teases. "She hasn't moved into your apartment either, I think she lives in Central Park."
"You've done your homework I see."
She laughed. "Well, of course. I like to know all about the people I work with."
"And what's her name?"
You let out a hiss. "Fury sure picked fancy. She has a Pulitzer, works with journalistic content photographs. Really impressive."
"Sorry, the only thing I heard was nerd, nerd, and nerd."
You laugh at the joke, noticing that the taxi is already arriving.
"Good luck with Miss Hill, she seems much less fun than I am."
"You are so cocky." Nat comments.
"I have to go, I'm going back to London and I'm arriving at the hotel. Talk to you later, okay?"
She hung up after agreeing and you put your cell phone away wishing you were home soon.
On the plane back to London, just before you need to get up to use the bathroom, Nat sends you Wanda's number.
You don't have the courage to say anything to her, so you just send the contact directly to Valky saying that was the girl from the picture, but you ask her not to tell Wanda about it.
She doesn't question it, and says she wouldn't anyway, because the contracts are confidential, and thanks you for your speed in giving her the number, and wishes you a good trip.
You risk sending Wanda's public profile, and Valky says that she was right, your student is as talented as you are.
When you finally land in London, you think you could enjoy your last week of vacation without any commitments.
You have no idea when Valky is going to call Wanda, and what she's going to tell her, but you hold back when you realize that this really was none of your business.
You spend Sunday indoors, but go to a local craft fair on Monday, and start reading a new book saga on Tuesday.
In the early hours of Wednesday dawn, there is a message on your cell phone.
"Thank you." - Wanda Maximoff
You want to cry just seeing the notification. You can almost imagine how excited Wanda must have been to get a call from someone as important as Valky interested in her work.
But all you do is order a pizza and drink wine on the floor in the living room. Agatha comments that you haven't changed a bit, and you don't know if this was really a compliment.
Your classes at Cambridge University start the other week.
You remember yourself why you love teaching.
The students are the same as anywhere else, but it is still good to teach about photography to people who are full of hope and talent.
Also, the finals of the European competition finally have a date confirmed.
At the end of the season, a few weeks after you started work.
Fortunately, you were stable in London, it would be no problem.
And it would be good to see your colleagues again.
In the third week since you started teaching again, Nat calls and tells you that she will come visit you.
You are very happy, but surprised because she says that the news she has can wait until she arrives.
You pick her up at the airport on Saturday morning, and are very happy and pleased to see that Yelena is with her. And Fanny, the dog.
"It's so good to see you guys!" You say hugging them.
"Darcy sends her regards, and well, your former colleagues too." Nat counters. "Even Fury said hi."
You laugh, helping her with her bags to the taxi.
When you arrive at your house, the two sisters let out impressive whistles.
"So all this time you've been a secret millionaire?" Yelena jokes, making you laugh awkwardly.
“Yeah, yeah, I'm like Batman, let’s go in.”
“Such a nerd.” Nat mocks while following you inside.
You help them with their bags, and you also tell Yelena that she can drop Fanny into the backyard, and she raises her eyebrow, making a snarky comment about your fancy house again before disappearing into the back, the blond Labrador waving his tail excitedly by her side.
A few hours after they have finished packing, and met Agatha, you sit down at the tables on the backyard porch for lunch.
"I feel like I'm in a Hollywood movie." Yelena comments on the scenery and you laugh, taking a sip of your grape juice.
"You're going to spend the whole weekend teasing me about my money, aren't you?"
"You bet I will, Scrooge McDuck."
You and Natasha laughed, and soon lunch began. During the meal, you guys talked, but you felt that there was an odd hesitancy with your best friend.
When you finished eating, you and Nat sat on the porch, watching Yelena play with the dog in the backyard.
"Will you tell me what is bothering you now, Miss Romanoff?" You ask resting your chin on your hand and your elbow on your knee. Nat sighs.
"I'm considering it."
She doesn't smile, and you let out a surprised giggle. "Nat, come on, tell me. I'm starting to worry."
"Promise me you won't do anything stupid?"
You raise your eyebrow, but her serious expression doesn't change. "Jesus, sure, I promise. Will you tell me now?"
She doesn't say anything, just reaches into her pocket for her cell phone.
Typing for a few seconds, she hands it back to you.
A newspaper page with a video is open, and you frown before hitting play.
"Looks like all is not perfect in the white house." Began the reporter with an excited tone. "Or at least, not everything is perfect in Senator Erik Lehnsherr's house."
"What's this?" You questioned.
"Just watch it."
You sighed, and returned your attention to the screen.
"Now with an exclusive live from New York, we have the latest information on the breakup of the engagement of the Senator's daughter, Wanda Maximoff, and one of New York University's new major investors, Vision Jarvis, direct from the capital with Tobey Garfield."
You widened your eyes, listening more intently.
"That's right, Gloria. No one from the family would comment on the event, but a video is circulating all over the internet, of Miss Maximoff throwing the engagement ring at Mr. Jarvis during the union ceremony that took place this Sunday." The reporter counters, as the video appears on the screen. "Some of the guests shared the footage, where we can see the beginning of the ceremony being interrupted by the enraged bride storming into the hall and assaulting Mr.Jarvis with a slap to the face, which shocked everyone present."
"My god." You mutter, stunned.
"More than half of the congress was present at the wedding, and the senator refuses to comment on the event." The reporter continued. "We got the information that the union was completely terminated, but the reason still remains mysterious. Insiders theorize a one-sided betrayal, but Mr.Jarvis would not comment on the rumors. We tried to contact the university where Miss Maximoff studies Photography, and Mr.Jarvis lectures Robotics, but the dean refused to give any word on the case. We'll keep an eye out for any news about what happened, and-"
Nat paused the video, and touched your forearm. "Y/N, I-"
"Have you talked to her, Nat?" you interrupted worriedly. "Is she all right? My God, I can't imagine how hard it must be for her to deal with the journalists. Tell me Fury managed to keep them out of the campus and..."
You stop talking because Nat is shaking her head. Hesitantly, you ask what is wrong. She sighs before saying. "Wanda dropped out of college."
"It's her father, Y/N." She clarifies. "You know he was paying for everything. Fury told me that he called at the office first thing on Monday morning and asked the Dean to let Wanda know that if she wanted to continue at that University, she would have to pay for everything herself. She left the same day."
"And where did she go?" you asked in desperation.
"Home, I guess." She says. "I don't know them that well, but where else would she go?"
"Fuck." You mutter. "I'm going to call Pietro."
And you get up before Nat can say anything, looking for your phone.
Pietro only answers after many rings. "Y/N, this is not a good time."
"Please, Pietro, I just need to know if she's okay."
He sighs, and you can hear muffled noises of an argument. "No, Y/N. She's miserable right now. But she'll be fine eventually, don't worry. By the way, what you've done for her is probably her last chance to make a living."
You want to ask more, but Pietro says he needs to hang up.
Nat notices your hands trembling and strokes your forearms as the call ends. "Y/N, breathe. I'm sure things will turn out fine. Wanda can take care of herself, and she has Pietro if she needs more help."
You let Nat hug you to ease your worry a little.
Commission for @jinxquickfoot that I forgot to post!
It was for their now completed Whumptober fic which you can check out here (it’s very good, please read the whole thing and give all the kudos and cry with me)
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Leigh Shaw in Sorry for Your Loss | 2.09 | part II (x)
For November prompt MEANING in @mcuchallenge
[📷]: Anthony Goblé
Wanda Maximoff x Reader
Summary: Wanda reminisces about the early years of your relationship.
Warnings: angst (kinda?) with happy ending
Pronouns: not used || Word count: 689
Okay this song, to no one's surprise, is also kind of sad. BUT, I decided to change it a little, because nobody deserves so much angst (especially after what happened in The Last Time 😬). Enjoy!
Also! Our Christmas Special starts tomorrow and I'm so excited!!! One story a day so stay tuned! I hope you enjoy it as much as I do 🥰
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Sitting in the kitchen this morning, having coffee all alone, Wanda was reminiscing back to a first-glance feeling on New York time, when you two first met.
Magical is the first word that comes to mind when she tries to describe it. And fast, really, really fast.
Not a bad kind of fast, though. The two of you went to all her favorite places in New York because you didn't know the city well. And even though you barely had a conversation, it felt like you already knew each other.
At the end of the day, you asked her to walk you back to the hotel, because you had gotten lost in all the walking around. It was just an excuse, she knew that. You could easily find your way back with your phone. But she accepted anyway.
And there, when you invited her up, she accepted too.
She never left without saying goodbye before. But she was late for work, and the previous day had been full of things she hadn't done before anyway.
She had a feeling you wouldn't mind, though, so she left a note on the door with a joke you'd made and her phone number.
She was right. You called her a bit before noon and invited her to have lunch with you because you were already missing her too much. She smiles as she says yes.
And this is how the whole month went on, the two of you seeing each other in all the opportunities you could find. And it was, as said before, magical, having this big wide city all to yourselves.
It's rather odd and unlikely that two people could fall in love so fast, but that's what happened.
But of course, it came to an end.
You're not from New York, you went there for work. Neither of you wanted a long-distance relationship, and knowing that only made it hurt more.
She drove you to the airport the day you left and you kissed her passionately goodbye. You told her you didn't know when you'd come to New York again, but when you did, it'd be to stay and you'd let her know.
She said she would wait for you, you said she shouldn't.
But she did anyway. For the first months, she waited for you, crying herself to sleep every night with thoughts of you. She wondered if you missed her as much as she missed you. You did.
Today, however, it was different. Today, having coffee all alone, Wanda smiles at the memories. A happy smile. Nostalgic, yes, but not with the sorrow of longing.
Right there she realized, it doesn't matter what it wasn't, what matters is what it was. And it was amazing, those were the best days of her life. But it's what they say, something isn't beautiful because it lasts.
With a genuinely lighthearted mind after so long, the redhead gets up and picks up her things, deciding to do the things she has put off for the past few days.
Later that day, walking down Fifth Avenue, Wanda runs her eyes through the stores unassumingly. Until her eyes rest on a specific spot across the street.
It couldn't be. Her mind was playing tricks on her. She blinks a few times, trying to adjust her vision. It was just someone similar, it couldn't be you.
But it was. And even from a distance, you smiled at her, looking as surprised that you had found her as she was that she had found you.
Wanda's heart speeds up for a moment. What were you doing there? The last time you two had seen each other flashes fast in her mind. Was that it? Were you there to stay? Did you still feel the same way? Did you...
Wanda's questions are interrupted when she sees you crossing the road towards her and her mind stops. But as you approach, your features becoming more distinguishable, Wanda smiles. Just like all the other times, you didn't have to tell her, she already knew all the answers.
When you're close enough to reach, she holds her breath.
#10 - The Last Time || Blurb Collection || #12 - Sad Beautiful Tragic
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Female faceclaims Part 1
Ana de Armas:
Summary: A new job at New York University should be a fresh start. Things don't go as planned when you fall in love with one of your students. || Request by @ecruzsalaz
Warnings: (18+), explicit language, smut, dom!reader and bottom wanda, heavy angst with happy ending, cursing, secret/forbidden relationship, teasing, romanticism, legal age gap.
A/N: I would like to thank everyone who left their opinions in the first part. And wish good luck to deal with the angst that will remain before their happy ending. By the way, flashbacks in italic. Also, i'm having issues with the tag list, tumblr hates me.
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New York, Present Day
Your mural is finished.
After so long of working on it, you have really done it.
You called Natasha as soon as you realized it, and she showed up at your apartment still in her pajamas.
"I was going to complain that you woke me up early, but this looks incredible." She comments as soon as she enters the room. And then jumps on your neck to hug you. "Congratulations, darling! I knew you'd make it."
You laugh, spinning her around the room before letting go.
"I can't believe it." You speak contentedly. "I really did it."
The problem is that staring at the mural for a few seconds, you realize that there is someone else you would like to show this to. To whom you cannot.
Natasha immediately notices your change in posture, and puts her hand on your shoulder. "Hey, what's up?"
You clear your throat, pushing the emotion away. "Yeah, yeah, everything's fine. I'm just still out of orbit. I think I've been without sleep for too many hours."
"Then go to bed!" She practically orders, pushing you by the shoulders toward your room. "I'll stick around, and when you wake up we'll celebrate at a fancy restaurant."
"Yes, boss." You sneer, making her laugh.
A good night, or in this case, afternoon of sleep, should chase away the bitter feeling in your stomach. Or at least you let yourself believe that as you lay your head on the pillow.
Fortunately after so many weeks, your bed no longer smelled of Wanda.
New York, two months ago.
You think you are living in a hidden paradise.
After what happened in the darkroom, you and Wanda haven't been able to keep your hands off each other.
The first dinner in your apartment ended with hot kisses on the kitchen counter, which turned into intimate touches on your bed.
Wanda didn't leave until Sunday evening.
You spent the whole day together, locked in a bubble of intimacy in your apartment.
She made love to you in the morning, and had breakfast in your bed. You looked at pictures, and talked about everything and nothing cuddled up on the sofa.
She came in your mouth on the kitchen counter when you went to prepare lunch, and you had to order take-out because you completely forgot about the stove when you tasted her.
In the afternoon she stayed on your lap on the sofa, warm touches and kisses until you came with the friction of her hips against yours, and she looked at you with adoration.
Until she needed to leave, and you promised it wouldn't be the last time.
And it really wasn't.
It was still a secret, still wasn't supposed to happen, and yet, you would meet every day.
Stolen glances during classes, hidden touches when she visited you after the last period.
The danger of being caught in make-out sessions in the dark room or the empty classroom made it all the more exciting.
And because it was so good, it had to come to an end at some point.
The first rays of reality began to appear as soon as the winners of the spring competition were announced.
You were smiling when you told the class, more covertly than when you read the envelope before class.
But not everyone was happy when you read the name Maximoff aloud.
"What a surprise. If I was sleeping with the teacher I would win as well." One of the girls in the back commented loudly, and the room exploded into a buzz.
But the Dean was also present for the announcement of the winner, and raised his voice. "I would be very careful with that kind of unfounded accusation, Miss Watson."
You couldn't relax after that, even though the girl said that it was just a joke, you didn't smile when you handed the invitation envelope to the competition to Wanda, and ended class early.
When she tried to ask you out, you said you were busy.
You were able to keep your distance for two whole weeks, substantiating the argument that you were busy with work.
Wanda was going to travel to Seattle for the competition, and you weren't prepared to accompany her.
When rumors circulated that you tried to talk to the Dean, asking him to accompany the winner instead of you, she showed up at your door.
"Wanda, this is not a good time." You spoke in a tired voice as you opened the door, but she walked past you angrily and entered.
You sighed, closing the door and turning to her.
She hesitated as she noticed the mess in your apartment.
To occupy your mind and not think about her, you sank into building your photo mural.
Your apartment was a complete mess. There were pictures scattered on the floor, on the walls, books on the subject open and lying around. Torn pages that you ripped out in frustration. Bottles of energy drinks and pizza boxes.
You leaned against the wall, hands in your pockets, unable to face her.
You wondered if she was capable of saying that this mess was just a representation of how you really felt.
And by the way she took a deep breath, and eased her expression, she did.
"Why are you pushing me away?"
She asked in a weak voice, and you sniffled.
Sliding against the wall, you hugged your knees. "I can't do this anymore, Wanda."
She choked, and moved closer, lowering herself to the same height as you. "Don't say that." She begged. "We can-"
"Keep hiding?" You cut in with a whiny voice. "I can't. I won't."
"Then say you're with me." She asks, touching your forearm. "Please. We can do this. I'll sign whatever I need, I'll admit whatever I have to admit. I just want to be with you."
You let out an incredulous laugh, feeling your eyes fill with tears. "And what about the competition? My job? Wanda, we've been having sex for months. I'll be accused of being impartial, you'll be disqualified. They can fire me, you can be suspended. What would your father do if he knew? I bet he would forbid you to study photography after a scandal like this."
She shakes her head, trying to hold your hands, but you pull away, standing up. She follows you. "Please, we can figure this out. I may not be exactly independent, but Dad wouldn't stop paying for my course! I would tell him the truth, and he would understand!"
You give an incredulous laugh. "Gonna tell him you're fucking your teacher? Yeah, I'm sure he'd be very supportive."
"Stop talking like that!" She shouts back in a whiny voice. "You talk like it's just sex."
"Isn't it?" You return bitterly, ignoring the way the phrase sickens you. Wanda looks at you as if you've just slapped her.
"Is that what you think?"
"What I think is that it's over." You return. "And that it should never have happened in the first place."
She remains silent, looking at you in shock.
You hold back your tears, but she lets hers flow.
"I really thought you would never hurt me." She confesses next, and then wipes her tears away. "Good-bye, Miss Y/L/N."
With your empty apartment, you collapsed.
You think you cried yourself to sleep.
All you know is that you woke up on the carpet, smelling coffee.
"What are you doing here?" You asked as you noticed the red headed figure in your kitchen. Nat sighed, taking her attention away from the teapot to look at you.
"It's Monday. When you didn't show up, and Wanda came into my class with puffy eyes, I connected the dots."
You felt a desperate urge to cry at hearing her name, and you crawled onto the couch, sinking your face into the cushions.
"I let her go, Nat."
"Why on earth would you do that?" She questioned in surprise, walking out of the kitchen. "I thought it was just a bad fight."
You sniffled, hugging one of the pillows.
"Check my desk, third drawer." You muttered exhausted, and Nat frowned in confusion, but followed your instructions.
She let out an exclamation as she found the threatening letters. Anonymous messages, promises of exposure about your hidden relationship. Some had photographs of you and Wanda in moments not as hidden as you thought. One was even from the day you drove her down the street to the dorm, and she kissed you before you left.
"Y/N, that's blackmail." Natasha spoke earnestly, returning the stack of cards to the table. "We can go to the police and-"
You interrupted with a wry laugh. "You know what happened last week?" You began, settling back against the couch.
Nat sighed, denying it with his head. You had a sad smile on your lips.
"Clint Bartoon dropped out of the course." You say. "Erik followed through with the lawsuit, even though Pietro insisted it was an accident. I heard that his parents had to mortgage their house to bankroll the costs now that he is on trial for attempted murder."
"Y/N, I know that was horrible but-"
"What do you think Erik would do if someone published those pictures?" You interrupt, "Because I'm sure he would say that I was corrupting his daughter, and abusing my power. Honestly, that's not even about this job anymore. Wanda is only 22 years old. Her father would end any chance of her becoming a great photographer. And I can't allow that."
"Is that why you broke up with her?"
You sigh, wiping away your tears. "I should never have let that happen, Nat. The risk we took, god. I should have stayed away."
"You weren't doing anything wrong." She insists. "Y/N, we can't control who we fall in love with!"
You laughed humorlessly. "Love is for children, Nat."
She sighed, in defeat. "You know I just say that for the sake of saying it. It's not true."
"Maybe it is." You returned. "All I did was hurt her. And risk her future. And for what? To have her naked in my bed."
Nat shakes her head, reaching up to hold your hand. "Don't do that." She says. "Don't try to minimize what it all meant to you. I've never seen you as happy as you've been in the last few weeks. You even went back to drawing."
You cried again, and Nat hugged you tightly.
But you didn't go back on your word. Natasha didn't try to insist, but assured you that she would find out who was sending the threatening letters, even though you had asked her to let the matter die.
Wanda went to Seattle alone, and Natasha found the blackmailer.
"I hope you understand the gravity of this situation, Professor Y/L/N." The Dean warned you as you, Nat, and Emma Frost sat in his office.
"Of course I do, Fury." You said. And you were exhausted.
When was the last time you had slept properly? You can't even remember.
Sleeping in your bed became impossible with the smell of Wanda impregnated into the sheets, and the couch was too uncomfortable.
"Just as your relationship is against regulations, blackmail is a crime punishable by imprisonment." He continues and this time looks at the young woman next to you, who has her legs crossed and a neutral expression, "I understand that we can come to an agreement between both sides."
Natasha spoke for you, and was quite annoyed. "Of course we can. Miss Frost keeps her mouth shut and we don't send her to jail!"
"Or I'll post everything online and expose the true face of the mayor's little perfect girl!" Returns the blonde bitterly. "Besides, she didn't even deserve to win that contest."
You sigh, rubbing your forehead. Your head was exploding.
"Emma, your picture wasn't chosen because there was a spot of light in the right corner." You commented quietly. "No judge would pick such an amateurish photo. Don't try to take your lack of talent out on Wanda or myself."
"This is a good time for us to stop accusing each other and settle this civilly." Dean Fury directed.
Emma was really upset by your comment, and you almost felt bad.
Fortunately, you guys came to an agreement. Not so good, but it was better than no agreement at all.
She deleted the images she had, and signed a confidentiality agreement. You signed a liability waiver, guaranteeing that your brief relationship with Wanda was over. Also, you were not going to judge the next photo contest, the upcoming European competition.
You knew that this was only the first step towards a future resignation. And of course the entire faculty learned about this over the course of the week, but you didn't have the patience to deal with it. And no one seemed willing to counter Fury and Natasha's warning glares of silence on the matter.
"Hey, do you wanna grab some food?" Nat asked as soon as you left the Dean's office.
"No, I'm going home." You spoke, forcing a smile to try to reassure her that you were okay. "I need to finish up a few things and I'm going to try to get some sleep."
Nat hugged you by the shoulders. "Sweetheart, everything is going to be fine now."
You tried to believe her.
Your apartment was better since the last time Wanda had been in it.
Thanks to Nat, who insisted that sinking into the mess would only make you feel worse, and helped you tidy up and clean in one weekend. It was great that she lived upstairs, since if you started to drown in your memories with Wanda in that small space, she would let you stay at her place for a while.
But today she had some appointments with Yelena in town, and you sank your face into the only pillowcase that still smelled faintly of Wanda's shampoo.
Your tears wet the fabric as soon as the memories floated through your mind.
"What's that mural for?" She asked, wearing only a shirt of yours, on one of the many afternoons she sneaked into her apartment.
You took your eyes off the tests you were correcting, and looked at her standing in front of your unfinished mural.
"The European competition." You clarified. "It's my application."
"That sounds so important." She commented with a smile, making you chuckle.
"Well, you'll be able to participate in the amateur category if you want too." You say. "But for graduated photographers, the application is more demanding, so to speak."
"My, my, how professional you sound talking like that." She jokes, moving closer to sit on your lap, her hands intertwined behind your neck.
You laugh, hugging her waist. "You mean old?"
She shakes her head, stealing a kiss from you. "Experienced."
"Another word for old."
"You talk like you're fifty." She returns with a chuckle, and you begin to run your hands up the inside of her blouse.
"No, but thirty-two is far enough from twenty two don't you think?"
She almost loses her line of thought as she feels your fingers teasing her nipples, but she swallows dryly and replies, "I think it’s just perfect timing."
You just giggle, shaking your head. The next time you kiss her, you don't stop.
Gasping away from the memories, you force yourself to stand.
You still have to submit your application to the European Competition, and you go back to the room to do so.
As you frame the camera to take the picture of the mural, you daydream again.
Wanda is lying against your chest, analyzing your features with her fingertips.
"And what happens if you win your super important competition?" She asks in a whisper, and you blink a few times away from the way you were lost in her gaze to answer.
"Trips." You reply. "Paris in the first round."
You smile, stroking your back. "I guess so."
"Would you go alone?" she asks, letting slip between her curiosity, a trace of jealousy, which makes your smile widen.
"Why? Do you know anyone who likes photography and all-expenses-paid trips to the most romantic city in the world?"
She laughs, pausing the touches against your cheek. "Yeah, I think I know a person or two."
You smile, and kiss her tenderly. She sighs against your lips, shifting to wrap a leg around your body and sit against your hips.
You think you'll never get tired of the feeling of kissing her.
When she breaks the kiss again, she rests her hands on your ribs, looking at you adoringly.
"Can you imagine us in Paris?" She asks, her voice a little hoarse. You rest your hands on her thighs, biting back a smile. "We could walk around the city. I could..."
"What?" You ask when it looks like she won't complete the sentence, noticing the way her cheeks turn red.
"I could hold your hand in public."
Your heart breaks and mends at the same time. "Wanda I-"
"No, it's okay." She assures forcing a smile, her hips fit against yours and you gasp softly. "I don't want to let the mood down. I just want us to make each other feel good."
You frown slightly at her phrase. "You don't have to worry about that, Wanda. You don't have to try to please me all the time. It's okay if we fight, or if we have serious conversations."
She bites her lip and forces her hips down. You choke and she smiles, "I like it better when we do other things."
But you wanted her to know you were serious, so you raised your hands to her waist and stopped her movements. She let out a grumble, but you smiled, lifting your body to bring your faces closer together.
"I mean it, you little brat." You tenderly let her know, even though Wanda blushed at the nickname. "You can always tell me if something is bothering you. I won't be mad or anything."
She stares at you a moment, and then nods, hugging you by the shoulders, and sighing. You hug her back.
It feels more intimate than any sex.
Wanda pulls away to rest her forehead against yours; "I want to go to Paris with you."
You smile, closing your eyes. "I can't wait."
The click of the flash scares you out of the memories.
You realize that you started to cry again, but you push the feeling away, and sit down at your computer, ready to review the photos before uploading them.
New York, one month ago
You had a congratulatory envelope in your hand, opened and crumpled.
And a half-empty bottle of wine in the other.
Sitting in front of the television, but it was not even on.
Four hours before, you got the news you had been waiting to hear since you started taking pictures.
"Miss Y/L/N, we are pleased to inform you that you have qualified for the 34th edition of the European International Photography Competition."
The letter came in the mail, Natasha was looking out the window of her own apartment in the teachers' housing complex waiting for you to get the news, and you looked up with the biggest smile of all and she let out an excited shout that probably woke up the whole building.
She took you to celebrate at the local pub, and it was the best thing for an hour and a half.
Until some young people from the university arrived, and among them you recognized Wanda's brown hair.
You turned the shot in one go. Nat said something about going to a different bar, and you were about to say yes, until you noticed that Wanda was not alone.
A tall guy you didn't know, a little older than her. Maybe even older than you, had an arm around her. He was handsome, wearing expensive, shiny clothes.
They looked like a magazine couple, barely matching their surroundings.
"I gotta go." You breathlessly warned, leaving the bar so quickly that Nat barely had time to call you back.
As she hurried to pay the bill, you left, and felt all the booze turn in your stomach.
You ended up throwing up on the corner of the pub, and were crying when Nat finally found you, patting you on the back.
"Maybe they were just friends, dear." She tried but your tears wouldn't stop.
Nat left you at home, and you thought you needed more wine to push the pain away.
And you ended up on the living room floor, crumpled acceptance letter in hand.
Natasha returned with your dinner, and sighed as she noticed your condition.
"Honey, I told you to go to bed and not to drink again." She speaks, but you ignore her, letting out a sad laugh that turns into a sob halfway through.
She goes to the kitchen to drop off the food she brought, and you laugh again.
“What is so funny?”
She asks, thinking it best not to try to reason with your alcoholic version.
You laugh and cry at the same time, letting the wine bottle go down and watching the liquid stain your carpet.
Nat doesn't notice because her back is turned, serving the food.
"I told my student that he couldn't send pictures of his girlfriend to a serious contest." You suddenly confess between one laugh and another. "And that's exactly what I did with the most important competition out there."
Nat frowns in confusion, and takes her attention off her plates to look at you. "Honey, what are you talking about?" She questioned, and you only cried harder. Nat continued. "It wasn't your mural that-"
"Fuck that mural!" You interrupted, grabbing the bottle next to you and throwing it against the pictures all at once.
The wine soaked and stained almost the entire mural, ruining the photos, and Nat let out a loud exclamation. "Y/N, that's your life's work! What are you doing...?"
You sobbed, sinking your face into the carpet. "Wanda was my life, Nat. I can't do this without her." You confessed tearfully, finding it hard to breathe.
Nat came up quickly, lowered herself to the floor, and hugged you tightly.
She stroked your hair until you stopped crying, whispering that one day the pain would subside.
Dinner got cold, and you fell asleep in your bestfriend arms.
Your migraine was unbearable in the morning, but there were two aspirin on the side of your bed.
"You have two periods, you'd better hurry." Natasha warned. God, had she really spent the night?
You were apologizing even before you took the pills, but she shook her head.
"Don't do that." She says. "You know you've done much more than this for me."
"Friends through sickness and health." You joked before drinking the medicine. She laughed, and threw a set of clean clothes over your legs on the bed.
"Come on, shower. You stink of alcohol."
She prepared delicious eggs with bacon while you were in the bathroom.
And you looked decent, despite all the emotional misery, when you appeared in the kitchen.
"Can we talk about what you told me yesterday?"
You stretched. "What exactly did I say?"
Nat sighed, and nodded toward the living room.
Only now, noticing the mess, and your destroyed mural, did you remember.
"Fuck." You grumbled, leaning against the counter. "Sorry, Nat. I must have scared you."
She shrugged. "Come on, you know how Alexie was when he drank. You don't even come close."
"If I reminded you of your alcoholic father, I really feel like shit right now." You grumble, sinking your face against your hands. But Nat gives a little chuckle.
"You don't, so I'm telling you not to worry." She says. "I just want to know about the mural and the picture you actually sent."
You sigh, stepping away to grab your laptop.
You returned to the kitchen with it in your lap, open to the page of the email you sent to the competition organizers.
"I worked on that mural for what feels like a lifetime." You say. "And when it came time to send the damn picture, I couldn't do it."
Nat took her surprised eyes off the screen to look at you. "Why do you think?"
"Isn't it obvious?" You returned with a sad smile. "The first picture I took when I entered college was the day my mother passed away. She was so tired. You could see it in her face. It was the same photo that my father took to Paris, that secured my first international award."
"Yeah, I know the story." She murmured sadly. "But how is your father being an insensitive little shit about exposing your mother's deathbed photo to the world the reason you won't send the mural photo?"
You sighed. "My mother was the reason I loved photography, Nat. After she was gone, my photos were losing their meaning."
"Y/N, I don't think that's true." Nat argued with a frown. "You just photographed different things. More gray, I guess. But you are still an exceptional photographer."
"All my pictures are empty. Emotionless." You return. "This mural reflects the empty shell I became when my mother died."
"God, I hate it when you talk about yourself like that."
You shake your head, swallowing dryly. "But I'm not all the time like that, am I? Sometimes there are openings of light."
Nat thought it best not to interrupt your creative monologue. You felt your eyes filling with tears.
"Like, when I think of our friendship, I'm able to take pictures that remind me of summer." You confess without looking at her, and Nat smiles, waiting for you to finish. "Or when I think of teaching, and take pictures during the golden hour."
You take a deep breath, feeling the tears drain away. Nat risks, "And when you think of Wanda, what happens?"
You sob softly. "I take the best pictures I ever could."
Nat sighs, and hugs you from the side, resting her head on your shoulder.
You control your crying, to speak again. "That's why I sent them this picture." You recount. "My mother wanted me to participate in this competition. She wanted to see me win, but she died before she could do that. And now, I'm in. And I only made it because of the person who made me the happiest I've ever felt my whole life."
"You should tell her that."
You let out a wry laugh, wiping your tears away with your hands as Nat turns away to look at your notebook once more. "I mean it. It's a really beautiful picture. And even after everything, I think Wanda would like to know."
"I can't do that." You say next, and Nat raises her gaze to you again. "I can't enter that contest."
"Okay, did you hit your head somewhere or what?"
"I can't, Nat." You say simply, feeling a lump in your throat. "If I see that picture displayed anywhere after I've lost her, I'm going to collapse. It was hard enough to send it, I just can't."
Nat sighs, and slips her arms around your waist, waiting for you to match her embrace. "I'm here whatever you decide dear."
Paris, one week ago.
The gallery was full, and you were bored.
Here you were, finally in the most important photography competition in existence.
But you weren't participating.
Nat supported you despite everything, and the judges were so impressed by your photo that they invited you as a guest of the contest.
Having a respected name had its perks.
The judge tried one last time to convince you to expose the photo, but you refused.
Paris was rainy but elegant. Some people were petty.
Without Wanda here, you wanted to cry every time you saw a couple on the street. And there were many.
Your melancholy has earned you many good photographs at least.
After everything that had happened, you were in the most romantic city in the world all alone.
Nothing made you feel better, not the compliments about your work, not the promises of better opportunities, and certainly not the unwanted flirtations from the aspiring photographer in front of you.
"I'm sorry, I'll be right back." You interrupted and didn't even give her a chance to argue before crossing the crowd of people in the gallery toward the outside.
It was fucking cold.
You never smoked, but you felt the urge to do so. So you asked the party guest who was smoking on the sidewalk and on the phone for a cigarette.
He didn't mind.
You puffed twice, and let your gaze wander.
If Wanda had been here, you would have been late. You would have stayed in the hotel room, and she would have kept you in bed as she always did.
You wondered if she missed you in the same excruciating way that you missed her.
You threw away the cigarette, and walked away from the gallery, into the first pub you could find.
It was crowded and cheap. You didn't have that much money, but you spent it all on beer.
You stumbled back to the hotel, and ignored the missed calls from the competition judges, probably wondering what you had gotten yourself into, embarrassed by your absence at the toast.
You took off all your clothes and were left with only your underwear.
The hotel phone could do international calls, the receptionist told you.
What time should it be in New York now, your drunk brain wondered.
You sat on the edge of the couch, and were dialing the only number you could remember.
Don't pick up. Don’t pick up. Please don't-
She sounded sleepy. You woke her up, as you had done so many times before. You remembered her face perfectly, the way Wanda always looked in the morning.
Your breathing becomes shallow.
"Y/N, is that you?" she asked into the silence.
But you didn't answer. She sniffled on the other side. "It is you isn't it?" And she sounded almost annoyed when she asked. "Why are you calling me?"
You didn't answer, and she slammed the phone down hard. With the familiar sound of a closed call, you sobbed.
"I love you, Wanda." You confessed in the silence of your room, against the disconnected phone in your ear.
"How is Paris?" That was the first question you needed to answer the next day, as soon as Natasha called you.
You were still in bed, wishing all your appointments would just go away.
"I can't wait to go home."
"That's the saddest thing I've ever heard." She returns, causing you to let out a chuckle.
"If I ask nicely, will you come pick me up?"
It's her turn to laugh. "God, what a needy baby. What is wrong? Are your hipster friends being mean to you?"
"Everyone is amazing, and I don't want to get out of bed." You clarify, sighing against the pillows. Nat complains to someone on the other end, and you know she should be in Yelena's apartment, probably taking care of Fanny, her sister's dog.
"How's the university?" You ask next, and she lets out a giggle.
"Terrible." She comments, and it sounds like she is hiding something, but you are too miserable to insist. "Darcy asked about you."
"Aww, she's sweet." You return. "I'll ask her out to lunch when I get back, it's been a while since we've done anything together."
"I think you have enough friends already."
You laugh at Nat's jealous tone. "What do you want me to do then, Romanoff? You can't be my gossip company all the time."
"Isolate yourself in your room like you always do and wait for me to be available." She speaks as if she is serious, but you both laugh afterwards. "You're lucky I also think Darcy is cool, so I approve of this friendship."
"Yes, yes." You return. But then you hear a noise that makes you sigh. "Nat I have to go, my responsibilities are knocking on the door."
Nat laughs before saying goodbye.
Fortunately, your excuses and lies about having had feeling sick with the hotel food are enough to justify your absence.
You spend the rest of the holiday going to photo exhibitions that you don't want to see, and on the last day you receive a ticket to Moscow for the semi-finals of the competition.
New York, four days ago.
You realize that you have gotten better at ignoring the pain over time, or at least you have convinced yourself of this.
Nat picked you up at the airport, and updated you on some gossip on the way to your apartment.
But she got tense when you asked again about the university.
"Look, there's no easy way to say this, so I'll just say it." She starts by making you frown in curiosity. "It's about Wanda, sort of."
You focus your gaze on the road, waiting.
Nat takes a deep breath. "Do you remember the guy we saw with her in that bar?"
"He's the new Applied Robotics teacher in the science building." She declares. You lock your jaw, but say nothing. "Look, it's literally across campus, so that means you won't have much contact with him."
"You said it like it was good news. Which means you have a bad one." You deduce. "Nat, what is it?"
She bites her lip hesitantly, and takes a moment of silent direction to finally say. "Wanda has an engagement ring."
Your breath hitches. You turn your face to the window, but can't disguise the sob that escapes your throat next second. Nat doesn't care, she interlaces your hand in silence, and doesn't try to ask you anything.
You're so tired of feeling so miserable all the time.
But you can't help it, especially after learning that Wanda is engaged.
Natasha helps you with your bags, and you go prepare something for you two to drink.
"Are you sure you're alright?" she asks hesitantly, taking a seat at the kitchen counter.
You let out a humorless laugh. "I'm a mess, Nat. You know that." You say. "But now that I know she moved on, I can do the same."
You stare down the floor, and Nat calls you. "You should know I'm with you to the end of the line Y/N."
You smiled, toasting the lemonade with her. "Me too, Nat."
New York, Present Day
Teaching to Wanda, being able to see the glowing ring on her finger completely destroyed all the pleasure of going to class at all.
Your week was the worst since you two broke up.
It felt like the ring was a constant symbol of what you lost.
Wanda didn't interact with you for more than two sentences about the lesson, and you didn't know which was worse.
You tried to stuff yourself with work, and you started going out more too. Darcy was great company, and you wondered why you guys drifted so far after college.
Maybe it was because she was so much more fascinated by technology than photography. Even when she accompanied you to your first competition as a freshman, she preferred drinking than seeing the galleries.
But she was always fun. And you were willing to invest in anything to keep you busy.
All to distract yourself from the fact that eventually, Wanda would be married.
With someone else.
"Hey, Darcy, do you have plans this Friday?" You approached her in the teachers' room, two weekends before the beginning of the Fall season.
Before you had to go to Russia again, to face responsibilities you no longer wanted to have.
She raised a curious eyebrow. "You know something, Y/N, if I didn't know better, I'd think you were trying something with me." She flirted, putting her purse away in the lockers.
You hesitated, feeling your face flush.
Could this be what you were doing?
Was it true that you were seeing her frequently. And that you thought she was funny and beautiful. But she was not Natasha, no one could be your friend like Natasha.
You frowned, surprised by the suggestion. Could you really move on with Darcy?
"Maybe." You spoke then, causing her amused expression to slip. "If you want to, of course. We can have a beer, and call it a date."
Darcy raised a brow, but shrugged. "You know what, that's a great idea. Friday at seven, and don't be late, I'm a picky woman."
You laughed, nodding in agreement.
Great, you had a date. Great, right?
So why are you panicking and Natasha was laughing at your face?
"And you just asked her on a date?" She asked between giggles as soon as you told her all about your encounter with Darcy when Nat went to your classroom in last period. "I knew you still had game."
You let out an embarrassed grumble. "Fuck you."
She just laughed, shaking her head. You went back to correcting the activities on your desk until she stopped.
"Have you at least decided where you're going to take her?" Nat asked after a moment.
You sighed, not taking your eyes off the paper. "The local pub, I think. I don't want anything extravagant, because I'll get anxious in a new place. We' re just giving it a try, Nat. I don't want to mess it up before we get started."
"I hope it works out, sweetheart." She says sincerely, and turns her attention back to her cell phone. "Can I order pizza for us? You look like you have a lot of work to do."
"Yes, Nat, thank you." You speak.
She leaves the room to call, and you sigh as you focus on work again.
When Friday finally arrived, you tried not to think too much about your date.
You put on just a set of jeans, making yourself presentable, and even did your hair the way Natasha said it made you look like a piece of mischief.
She texted you good luck, busy with a movie night with her sister, and you picked Darcy up on foot.
"You look nice." You commented as soon as you arrived, and she gave you a smirk.
"And you look sinful, it's not even fair." She returns charmingly.
It's easy with Darcy. Much because you were already friends.
She is funny, and ironic, and makes comments that make you laugh with a certain embarrassment because they are always at times when you are not supposed to.
You make small talk, reminisce about embarrassing college stories, and drink.
Every time your brain thinks about turning your train of thought to Wanda, you take a sip.
Darcy has always been more resistant, having been to many more parties than you.
So with the same amount of cans, she's just a little high, while you already feel your head spinning.
She decides to call it a night, helping you not to trip over your own feet back to the apartment complex.
"This was fun." You comment smiling, alcoholic. Darcy gives a little chuckle.
"Yes, it was." She says, standing in front of you. "Can you make it to the top floor by yourself, champ?"
You let out a lopsided giggle. "Don't you want to come up with me?"
Honestly, you don't even know where this is coming from. At this point, you're just repeating what you think people do at the end of dates.
Darcy smiles, shaking her head negatively. She moves closer and kisses you on the mouth, but you can't even close your eyes.
She pulls away in the next second. "See how weird it feels?" she asks without sounding upset. "We're friends. Just friends. And your heart is clearly taken."
You suddenly feel like crying, so you look away to the floor. Darcy puts a hand on your shoulder.
"Hey, don't be like that." She says trying to make you feel better. "Just because it didn't work out with me doesn't mean you won't move on with someone else. You're going to another continent next week, you may very well end up meeting the love of your life there."
You bite your tongue hard, avoiding saying that you had already met this person.
Forcing a smile, you say to Darcy, "Thanks for a fun evening, Darcy. I really enjoyed it."
You hate how gossip circulates around campus.
At the very first Monday class, you find the murmurs and giggles among your students strange, and you dread to ask.
Wanda arrives late, gives you a death glare, and doesn't answer any questions during the entire class.
You present a few slides, and collect the assignments from the summer.
Emma Frost thinks it's funny to hand you a bikini picture.
"Miss Frost, come here please." You ask earnestly, and when she approaches your desk, smiling provocatively, you have enough.
You take the picture and tear it up in front of the entire class.
"I don't condone this type of behavior." You warn her, and hand the torn photograph back to her. "If you don't want to fail this semester, I suggest you start taking your assignments more seriously."
You pick up your briefcase, and leave the room. Even from outside you are able to hear the buzzing and giggling.
But you couldn't care less. You were so tired of the immaturity of your students.
To your happiness, Darcy treated you no differently after your unsuccessful date.
You asked her to lunch, and Nat also joined you two.
Because the universe seemed to be testing you, Wanda was in the cafeteria at the same time, and instead of having lunch with her boyfriend in the science building like usual, she invited him to come along.
Suddenly you were not hungry.
Nat noticed your frown immediately, but didn't even have to ask why, since she could see Wanda a few tables away.
You could not control your mouth.
"Don't you guys find it ironic how public they are?"
Darcy exchanges a look with Nat, and it is the redhead who speaks, in her calm tone, trying to keep your anger from escalating somehow.
"Well, things are usually easier for straight couples." She begins. "And besides, before anything happened, they signed a few papers with Fury."
"And Vis isn't her professor anyway." Darcy adds. "I guess it was different with you because, well, she's in your class."
"Yeah, I get it." You return bitterly. "Whatever, that's not my problem. And I really don't want to ruin our lunch, so let's change the subject."
Sometimes, when you pretend not to care for so long, it's convincing enough.
You work on autopilot in the afternoon, and think that nothing can shake you.
Then you bump into your coffee cup on the table, wet your notebook, and have a crying episode.
At least you were already in your apartment.
You really need to finish your paperwork, and to ease the growing pain in your chest, you try a glass of wine.
It seems that you can hear Nat's disapproving tone, so you drink more because you think you are letting your best friend down.
With the alcohol, you feel hot and bothered. The room seems small.
You stand there in your underwear and take photographs.
You try to call Nat, but can't find the right number.
Your head is spinning and you collapse on the carpet.
You wake up to loud knocks on your door.
Groaning with migraine pain, and honestly feeling still half drunk, you complain about the sun light as you get up.
"Hold on, I'm coming!" You warn angrily, then open the door.
You choke as you meet Wanda's angry face.
"What the fuck is your problem?" She questions, and you have no idea what she is talking about. Your expression of shock and confusion only seems to irritate her more.
She pushes the cell phone in your hand and enters the apartment, crossing her arms in the hallway.
You close the door as you lower your gaze to the small device's screen.
All the half naked pictures you have taken were sent to her.
An audio message of you laughing and crying at the same time below.
Many question-mark messages from Wanda that you haven't responded to.
"It was two in the morning!" Wanda accuses angrily. "You just didn't answer me anymore! I didn't know what to think I-"
"I'm sorry." You spoke returning the cell phone to her and bypassing her to go to the kitchen, wanting an aspirin.
"Is that all you're going to say?"
"What else could I say?" You retort back.
Wanda lets out an irritated grumble. "Do you realize how fucked up that is? You can't just send me stuff like that!" She speaks angrily. "Vis could have seen my cell phone!"
At this point, you'd think she was just trying to get a reaction out of you. And she certainly got one by mentioning her fiancé.
"Oh, so this is about your boyfriend checking your phone." You sneer.
"Fiancé." She corrects almost proudly, and you lock your jaw, turning the tablet and the glass of water over at once.
"Yeah, whatever you call it."
She tilts her head, lifting her chin. "Jealous much?"
You let out a humorless laugh.
"Of you fucking another teacher? Of course not, that seems to be your thing."
You felt the words poison your chest after they escaped your tongue. The feeling got even worse when you saw the hurt in Wanda's eyes.
She was almost too shocked to react, almost.
But then she let out a wry laugh, and quickly wiped away the tear that ran down her cheek.
"I should have known you'd treat me like this."
You clenched your jaw, clenching the marble of the kitchen countertop.
"Like a slut." She spoke bitterly. You frowned, but Wanda laughed humorlessly again. "You fucked me, and you tricked me with your pretty words. And then you ended it all when it got too real. Too serious. I guess you just picked a different way to keep fucking with my head."
You let out an offended exclamation. "Wanda, that's not true!"
But she shakes her head, signaling that she doesn't want to hear you speak. "It doesn't matter. We're done. You broke us up, you understand? So stop texting me drunk at night, and stop looking for me. Or I'll file a harassment report."
You feel your eyes fill with tears. But you push the hurt away, and let the anger well up in your chest. "I should have known you use my age against me eventually, treat me like a fucking sexual predator."
Wanda rolls her eyes, already turning away, but you continue to shout at her back. "It's okay when it's an older man who fucks you, then? You bloody hypocrite!"
She turns around angrily, and is yelling back, "That's none of your business! You broke up with me! You left me like we were nothing! Like I was nothing!"
"No, fuck you!" She cut in, stepping forward to push you by the shoulders. You didn't even resist feeling your face wet with tears, both of anger and sadness. "I trusted you! We made promises, and you walked away! How could you do that?"
Wanda was no longer screaming, she was crying. You swallowed dryly, shaking your head. "Wanda I-"
"I can't do this, Y/N." She cuts off again with a sob. "You have to stop it. I can't move on if you won't let me. Please, I... I need to forget about you."
You sobbed, and tried to touch her, but Wanda pulled away immediately, hugging her own body. "Please, if I ever meant anything to you, just stop. I'm getting married, I've found someone who wants to do it with me. I won't survive if you keep drowning me."
You let the tears flow, but nod with your head.
It's enough for her. Wanda leaves at the same speed as she arrived.
You don't show up to work that day.
Kathryn Hahn and Elizabeth Olsen as Agatha Harkness and Wanda Maximoff in Wandavision (2021)
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Quite possibly the worst part of the Maximoff family being whitewashed in the MCU is that most of the MCU fandom knows that Wanda and Pietro are Romani and Ashkenazi Jewish in the comics, but they simply choose to ignore the MCU’s bigotry and continue promoting and supporting their content because apparently whitewashing is excusable when it involves your comfort character 😒
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