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braveclementine · 22 days ago

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Chapter 35

Warnings: I think none. I'm to lazy to proofread.

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own my OCs: Elizabeth Silvertongue and Clementine Greenleaf. I also own Clementines' brother Donavan. The following OCs are owned by other Wattpad writers as this is a collaboration project. Their OCs are on the face claim page. I do not condone any copying of this.

"How are you feeling about going back to school?" Steve asked as he flipped pancakes in the pan with efficiency. Bucky had already left for an early 8:00 Psychology class. I didn't have my first class until nine and Steve didn't teach his first until 11 though he'd be giving me a ride.

"For the classes and teachers?" I asked, "Fine. The other students. . . well I mean I'm not going to be shouting at the top of my lungs that I'm married to two teachers. And if people ask about the ring I can say I'm married. I'm old enough. I just don't have to be specific about what you do."

"I just meant going back in general." Steve said, putting the pancakes on a platter, putting it down on the table as he shut the stove off. He looked at me with a soft smile, "Your heart doesn't seem to be set on it at least."

"Oh." I said quietly. "Well, honestly, I wasn't sure. But I'm going to give it a go and see how I feel about it now that I'm doing it."

"Alright." Steve said, kissing my forehead. "Let Bucky and I know how you feel, kay? You know we'd do anything you needed us to."

"I know, thank you." I said, picking up two fluffy pancakes and putting them on my own plate, "And thank you for the pancakes."

"Of course Princess." Steve said.

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I took the elevator to the third floor, feeling to tired to take the stairs and found room 319 which turned out to be an enormous lecture hall. The plaque on the inside near the lights panel said that it could fit 150 students.

As I'd predicted, Vision was the teacher, though he was in his human form that I rarely saw when at the tower. He gave me a subtle nod and a small smile, but otherwise didn't act as though he already knew me.

In the large classroom I sat in the middle of one of the long tables, second row from the front so I could see the board. Seats filled up around me, although the seat to my right stayed open during the entire class.

It was a basic lecture, already starting on the concept of limits and I took diligent notes in my lined notebook, writing down everything he wrote up on the board. After class however, Vision motioned to me to come over and I approached him as the other students flooded out of the classroom doors.

"Yes Professor?" I asked.

"I heard that you're looking into Accounting as your major?" Vision asked, pushing his glasses up on his nose.

I tried not to make a face. Every day, accounting made me dread my future. "Um, maybe." I answered.

"Well, for business, I would actually recommend that you take Business Calculus." Vision said. "It's an easy state of transfer and the recitation session is on Tuesdays at 4:25 with Mr. Parker."

"Thank you Professor," I smiled, though for some reason my heart felt heavy. "But to be perfectly honest, I'm not sure if I still want to do business." Or school at all. "That's why I chose Calculus over Business, so my options are more open."

"I understand." Vision answered with a swift nod of his head. "Let me know if you need any help, I can usually ah, compute things faster than the counselors."

I laughed at that, waved, and headed to art history, wondering exactly which Maximoff was teaching my art class.

Doctor Maximoff, turned out to be Wanda. Now that I knew who all the Avengers were, sometimes I was surprised by how my fellow classmates didn't figure it out. Granted, the Scarlet Witch had a red mask that went over her face as a disguise, but still.

Wanda also turned out to be the 'least' professional of my teachers. She wore a warm cozy sweater, her bright red hair piled up around her while she sat on a table in the front of the classroom, looking over her shoulder at the projector as she taught the first 'type' of art: Italian Byzantine. I could see why Destiny was so smitten with her.

After that, I headed to the student center, a place I hadn't hung out much the previous year, but decided to check out this year since it was right next to my next class.

The student center mainly had restaurants for those with meal swipes (which included me). It was three stories tall with a basement and one of the bigger buildings on campus. I knew the second floor contained lots of study rooms and officers. I was pretty sure it also contained the esports lounge, two more restaurants (one of those restaurants contain a sport lounge with TVs on every wall showing different sports, along with board games, pool tables, air hockey tables, foosball, and Nintendo switches), and the convenience store which was just called 'The Emporium'.

I decided to head upstairs, heading into the Sport Lounge, finding out they had BYOW (build your own wings) and quickly ordered half a pound of buffalo chicken, boneless, along with fries. I sat at one of the tables, looking over my art history homework on my computer, a feeling of depression settling on my shoulders that I couldn't pinpoint.

I couldn't figure out where it was coming from. It wasn't that I wasn't happy. I was thrilled to be with Steve and Bucky. I felt like the simple answer should've been 'college' because as we had gotten closer to a new term starting, the more I dreaded it. Except I genuinely loved college. I loved my classes, my teachers (some perhaps a bit too much), and was even looking at clubs. Maybe my heart just wasn't set on accounting anymore. Maybe if I changed my degree I'd feel better.

And yet, it felt like there was something. . . just something. Not missing, but not there either. I couldn't explain it, I could only feel it.

I closed my computer, tossed my trash, and headed to the next building over. I needed to get my head into the game. I couldn't afford to lose my full ride because I felt a little off. I would get through this.

I would.

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"What do you think we should do for the first Valentines day?" Bucky asked Steve. Elizabeth was upstairs in the study room they'd furnished with Tonys' help so she could do her homework and studying at home. She loved it and spent a large majority of her time in there. They figured once she was done with school, they'd turn it into her own office.

"I was thinking either very cliche," Steve said, "Or something completely out of this world."

"Examples?" Bucky asked.

"Cliche as in, dinner, a movie, and then coming back here to make passionate love, or out of this world as in flying us out to Italy for well, you know." Steve smiled a little.

Bucky chuckled, "Valentines day at the villa? That would certainly be a memorable one."

"I feel like the first should be memorable anyways." Steve sighed, rolling his shoulders as he sat up from his stiff hunched position over his own desk, checking the syllabus for the East Asian course he was teaching this semester. "Regardless of what it contains."

"Any idea what she would prefer?" Bucky questioned, "I think she'd go for either."

Steve flipped the page and then admitted, "We've never talked to her about BDSM. I suppose we were just worried about getting her to marry us in the first place. But she's seen some of our play, so she can't be entirely opposed to it."

"It would be fun to have a little rope bunny." Buckys' lips curled into a smirk, moving away from leaning against the wall. "God the images in my head."

Steve lost his concentration on work, pausing for a moment to think of her smooth skin wrapped in rope, her ass a delicate shade of pink from the flogger, her lips pouting around the red, white, and blue gag ball. Steve bit his bottom lip without realizing it, until Bucky pulled is lip with his fingers, raising his eyebrow. "All worked up there doll?"

"You did it on purpose." Steve accused with a smile. He'd bit his lip so hard he could taste the metallic copper of blood.

"I did." Bucky smirked, eyes darkening as he moved even closer to Steve, planting himself between the space between the desk and his chair. Their knees touching each other while Bucky gently caressed his chin with flesh fingers.

"Man Buck you pick the worst times." Steve breathed out with a slight laugh. "The workload I've got."

Bucky knelt in front of him, somewhat under the desk, undoing Steves' zipper. Steve couldn't help but bite his bottom lip again, completely turned on by the sight. "How about you get back to working then Professor?" Bucky asked with a mischievous smile.

"You're a tease." Steve shook his head. "Just blow me Bucky baby."

Bucky didn't need any more encouragement. He yanked Steve's boxers down just enough that he could take the hardening length into his mouth and started to bob his head up and down, his tongue wrapping around it.

Steve moaned, his hand sliding into the brunettes' hair, letting his husband take control, working him like he had learned to since the 1930s.

Steve blew down his throat, breathing out a content sigh. He reached down, caressing his lovers chin. "Want me to take care of you?"

"Nah." Bucky stood, kissing Steve's forehead. "I know you were serious about the work, I just don't want you too worked up. I can wait until later tonight. Love you baby."

"Love you too honey." Steve smiled and turned back to his work as the brunette strolled from the room, whistling as though he hadn't done any dirty deeds.

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I hurried to the second Classical Mythology class of the semester, not wanting to be late, and also legitimately loving the class. Ivy was taking it with me, sitting next to me in the first row.

Professor Hiddleston was a tall, lean man with curly brown hair, bright blue eyes, and glasses. I was pretty sure he was the same Professor I had seen, the day I had been running from who I figured had been HYDRA agents, but it had been such a quick glimpse I couldn't be certain.

"Hey Lizzy!" Ivy said happily, twisting a giant green pendant that hung on a heavy gold chain around her neck.

I raised an eyebrow. "Wow look at that rock."

Ivy laughed. "Loki got it as an early Valentines' Day present. It's quite scandalous isn't it?"

I smiled. "It's pretty, actually. Although it's going to be hard to match with any clothes."

"I know." Ivy rolled her eyes. "Apparently it's worth more than this college too."

"Why am I not shocked?" I asked dryly, pulling out my Classical Mythology textbook and notebook with a few coloured pens to take notes.

"What about you? Anything your boys have planned for Valentines Day?" Ivy asked, twisting a lock of her hair in her fingers now, letting the pendant hang against her chest. "I overheard Heimdall talking to Sam about taking Clem to Asgard for some fancy picnic."

"They've asked." I said slowly, feeling that weighing depression start to settle on me again. "But I have no idea what I want to do. . ."

"Well," Ivy said, lowering her voice a little as more students filed into the classroom, starting to take their seats. The Professor at the front of the classroom was frowning at his computer like the technology wasn't working for him. "Do you want something sweet and classic? Or something different?"

I really did try to think the two over and then sighed, "I don't know Ivy. I. . ." I couldn't explain what I was feeling, there weren't words for it. I settled for shrugging and said, "Maybe I'll come up with an idea later. I just kind've have a brain fog about it."

"You know the holiday is next-" Ivy started but was interrupted by Professor Hiddleston starting class. And Ivy knew better than to distract me in class as I took diligent notes. It certainly helped that the Professor had a soothing voice that really helped facts stick in my brain.

"Miss Crow, Miss Silvertongue, if the two of you could stay after class please. I have something to discuss with the two of you." The Professor said as students started to pack up their belongings. I looked up in surprise, my heart starting to race. What had I done? I'd only talked in the beginning of class, not during it. I'd taken diligent notes and even answered questions. . . was he really so strict that-

"You look worried Kit." Professor Hiddleston smirked and I couldn't help but feel stupid.

"Loki?" I questioned, cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

"Kit I'm hurt you didn't know it was me." Loki had changed into himself now, the door closed shut with the blind pulled down. Ivy had hopped up and embraced him as he looked down at her, kissing her softly.

"Run along kitten." Loki whispered softly. "I need to talk to her alone." Ivy pecked his lips once more, waved at me, and swept out of the room. Loki motioned for me to come to him with a finger and I stood up, walking over to him. He pulled me into his arms and asked, "What's wrong Kit?"

I burst into tears for no reason, sobbing into his chest. I didn't bother trying to explain, letting him delve into my thoughts and memories, hoping that maybe he could find what was wrong with me. Loki soothed me, rubbing the my back with his hands, murmuring soft things in another language that I didn't understand but soothed me anyways until I stopped crying.

"I'm sorry." I whispered, wiping my eyes with the back of my hand as Loki released me.

"You needed it." Loki said quietly. He paused and then said, "I don't have magical answers Kit. I know that you aren't feeling a lack of love for or from your husbands. I know that you love school so that isn't what it is. It's not something that you don't already have, but something you feel is missing. There is a puzzle piece that you don't have figured out. But it'll be okay Kit, you just gotta go through life one day at a time."

I nodded, still mopping my eyes up with my hands. "I just hate feeling like this. I don't have excitement for anything Loki. Valentines day is coming up and I feel like curling up in the bedroom watching Tremors than going out or doing anything. But I know they have different plans and I don't know what I want."

"Maybe you should take a gap year." Loki suggested kindly.

"No I can't do that." I shook my head. "I'll fall to far behind."

"It would give you time to figure out what you really want." Loki said quietly. "You might love being at school Elizabeth, but part of me wonders if you really want to be here. A gap year might solve that. Talk to Rogers and Bucky at least?"

"I will." I said softly. "Thanks Loki."

"Anytime Kit." Loki said, turning back into his Professor disguise as he stood, sliding his hands into his pockets. "See you next week."

I walked out of the Classical Mythology class and out of the building, pulling my scarf around my throat tighter as the snowflakes drifted past my face. Loki hadn't really given me any answers. . . but I felt lighter than I had all week.

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"How was school?" Bucky asked as I walked into the living room, a mug of hot chocolate in my hands as I sat down on the couch next to Steve, curling up next to him. He was leaned forwards as he scribbled out notes on papers, in the zone.

"It was good dad." I teased. "How was work?"

Bucky rolled his eyes. "Fair enough." He paused and then said, "Loki did talk to me though."

I sighed, "Yeah, I know."

Bucky just stared at me for a long moment and then asked, "Is it us?"

"God Bucky no." I exclaimed, putting down the hot chocolate to jump up and rush over to Bucky. Except I tripped over Steves feet. Steve leapt up, catching me around the middle while Bucky crashed out of his chair and onto the floor as he tried to catch me.

"Smooth." Steve teased the both of us. Bucky grumbled as he got up from the floor. Steve pulled me into his lap, wrapping his arms around me, resting his chin on the top of my head. "And that's not entirely what Bucky meant Princess. He was just asking if there's more we could be doing?"

"I just don't know." I said softly. "I don't know why I feel so off. If I did maybe I could provide a solution. I just feel so indecisive about everything. I want to be in school because I love it. And yet I don't. And I want to go out to dinner for Valentines day, but I also just want to stay inside and be alone with a book. But I know I don't actually want to be alone, I just feel melancholy. I don't understand why."

Bucky sat down in front of me, taking my face into his hands, a slight frown on his face. "I don't suppose you're in a permanent subspace are you?"

Steve huffed behind me. "I think we would've noticed if she was in a subspace."

"I don't think so." I said uncertainly. "My subspaces usually feel more floaty. I feel like myself just. . . it feels like there's this weight on my shoulders. Like I'm juggling to much but I'm not really doing anything at all."

Steve hummed softly as he cuddled me and I started to drift off to sleep while Bucky got up to reheat my hot chocolate which had grown cold. Neither of them said anything and they didn't have to. I felt rather content with them and I knew that whatever problems I was facing I would get through them. . . together.

But as I drifted off to sleep, I ticked one thing off my to-do list.

Yes, I wanted to go out on Valentines Day.

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I checked myself in the mirror, feeling self conscious about my clothing. It had been titled under 'dresses' on the rack so I'd bought it, thinking it would be cute for Valentines day. It was baby pink with large pink satin bows on the shoulders. Clear princess shoulder cuffs for the arms. It had a corset of sorts built into the bra and had cute pink flower designs on it. But looking at myself in the mirror, paired with my barbie pink high heels, I was wondering if I needed something else. . . like pants.

It was way above my knee, not short enough that I couldn't go out in just the top, but also short enough that I felt it was scandalous and not my style. But I also didn't have anything to pair it with besides maybe a pair of my lightest blue jeans nor did I have anything else planned as a backup for Valentines day.

The idea of just staying home with ice-cream and a movie swelled up inside of me again. I ran a hand through my curled hair in frustration. Why hadn't I just tried this on at the store? Angry emotional tears built up in my eyes which just made me angrier at my hormones which weren't making any sense.

There was a light knock at the door. "Princess are you alright? We don't want to rush you but the reservation uh. . ." Steve trailed off, clearly not wanting me to feel pressured. "Do you think you'll be ready within 10 minutes?"

I trudged over to the door without saying anything, opening it up and stared up at him. He opened his mouth, pausing at my red rimmed eyes. "I screwed up Steve." My voice cracked.

"Ah Princess." Steve said gently. "What's wrong?"

I gestured to my hopeless outfit. "It's to short. I have nothing to pair it with and nothing else to wear!"

Steve actually smiled and held up a finger, jogging down the hallway. I just stood in the doorway stupidly until he came back with a pair of skinny, white jeans and pink flats. "Try these on. See if they fit."

I breathed a sigh of relief after putting the jeans and shoes on, now suddenly loving the outfit I was wearing. I flew out the door, crashing into Steve. "Thank you so much." I sung, tears coming to my eyes again, but happy ones this time.

"You don't have to thank me Princess." Steve soothed gently. "That's what Bucky and I are here for." He laced his fingers through mine, leading me down the hallway.

Bucky was checking his black tie in the mirror. He caught my eye in the reflection, winking at me. "You look adorable baby doll."

"Thank you." I said softly, walking into his arms. "You look very handsome." I fixed his tie with a slight tug before turning to Steve, "Are we ready to go?"

"Waiting on you Princess." Steve winked, holding his arm out. I took it gingerly as though I could somehow dirty the white sleeve of his suit jacket, and then we were out the door.

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"Do you think we should get dessert?" Steve asked as Bucky cleaned up the rest of his plate, soaking up gravy from his mashed potatoes with bread.

"I'm full." I said quietly.

"You okay doll?" Bucky finally came up for air from his food, looking at you with his brow pinched. "You didn't finish all of your food."

I hadn't, which in most cases was fine. I usually didn't finish my food anyways, always getting a to-go box. But I had eaten less than normal as I wasn't feeling the best. I hesitated and then smiled, "Yeah Bucky. I rarely finish all of it anyways."

They both scrutinized me for a moment until they were distracted as the waitress came over, asking about dessert and bills. They decided to get a dessert to split between the three of us and I took a few bites. The creamy vanilla of the ice-cream, mixed with the hot fudge and the brownie was good, but I couldn't eat more than four bites before I felt like I was going to throw up.

I sighed, feeling bad that I was ruining the whole night. It was our first Valentines day and I had screwed it up with freaking out over clothes. I didn't want to cause a scene because my stomach wasn't feeling the best. It happened all the time really, nothing to worry about. I had probably had to much sour or spicy food earlier.

"That was really good, very rich." I offered with a smile as Steve scooped the last bit of ice-cream into his mouth.

"They always have good desserts." Bucky grinned, leaning back in his chair. "I'm stuffed!"

Steve smacked him across the chest and Bucky let the chair fall back onto all fours. I laughed at the silent banter and Bucky shot Steve a sheepish grin.

"You should know better. Behave yourself." Steve scolded him lightly.

"Yes sir." Buckys' eyes twinkled and now Steve shot him a warning look. Already the feeling in my stomach was subsiding as I watched them.

"I think we're ready to head out Princess," Steve said, pulling his wallet out. I didn't see how much he'd slipped into the bill but it made the smile slide off my face some. I felt so guilty for some reason that I couldn't explain.

Bucky took my hand, leading the three of us out of the restaurant. I pulled myself together, tightening my hold on his hand. We walked around the mall a few times until I started to shiver in the cold New York air and we headed back to the car.

Bucky climbed into the back of the car with me, holding me in his arms. "You okay doll?"

"Yeah Bucky, I've said I am." I answered simply.

"Princess we can read you better than that." Steve said as he pulled out onto the main road, heading home.

I was silent for a long time while they let me think, Bucky continuing to rub my shoulder gently with his metal hand.

I sighed. "I feel like I screwed today up."

I expected them to protest, to tell me that I hadn't. Instead, Bucky asked, "Can you tell us why you feel that way?"

"Because I've been off for so long." I admitted. "And I wanted today to be special, I really did. But I screwed up with my clothes and then I wasn't very hungry at dinner and then I just felt like this swell of depression come back up. I feel like I was supposed to go home with you guys and make love but instead I. . . I don't know." my voice cracked. "I think something is wrong with me."

"Nothing is wrong with you sweetheart." Steve said gently and Bucky kissed the top of my head. Steve slowed the car as we came up to a red light. "Do you want to talk to Sam again?"

"Yeah maybe. . ." I whispered, looking out the window.

"I'll call him tomorrow." Steve said, looking at me in the rearview mirror. "You don't have to worry Elizabeth."

"Everything's going to be okay." Bucky whispered in my ear, "I love you doll."

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transboyswitchytales · 3 months ago

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A Proposition

This is Part 2

Wanda Maximoff Professor X Student Reader

Part 1,3,4

After a night together, reader is suprised to go to class the next day to see a certain one night stand or rather her professor? Will she be just a one-night stand?

Now how will they move on from that?

( Mommy kink, 18+ Will block you if under 18)

My Masterlist

“You haven’t heard what I’m offering yet.”

“Professor,” you say again, and the name falls flat, and it only amuses Wanda now. But she looks at you with a twinkle in her eyes. You are both walking and you turn to see if you will be overheard.

“Yes, Darling?” She says, amused at your paranoia.

“This is inappropriate.” You whisper loudly.

“No, what’s inappropriate is if I fucked you on my desk really slow with the strap on from the other night. What would be really, really inappropriate is if I made the class watch. Especially that boy who stares at you all class long, Steve Rogers. That would be sweet revenge. Yeah, that, now that would be inappropriate. You and I met and were two consenting adults, and we still are.” She says with a shrug as if it’s nothing. Your eyes are fucking wide as she says such dirty things. You catch up to the last bit in shock.

“Still are?”

“I don’t know about you, though I have an inkling. But that was the best sex I’ve ever had. It’s also the most chemistry I’ve had, maybe ever. It was never gonna be a one-and-done. At least that wasn’t my plan. I knew at the bar I wanted more than one night with you.” She says, and the blush is now definitely all over your body.

“Professor-“

“Wan-da.” She sounds out and stops to open a door that is her private office. Unlocking it with her keys. She opens the door and waves her hand for you to enter. You hesitate, and she lifts an eyebrow. You roll your eyes and walk in as she flips the light on. It’s a cute office, her blinds are drawn. But there are plants everywhere, a little mini fridge with stickers from national parks all over it, and it's wall-to-wall shelves that are covered in books. You can’t help yourself; you get distracted and walk over to trace your hands over the spines.

Wanda seems to like this as she shuts the door behind her and locks it. You don’t feel even a little worried, like you know you should. You bend down and pick up a copy of The Count of Monte Cristo. Its leather spine draws you in, and you love the story so much. You open it and look for a publication date.

“It’s about 80 years old,” Wanda says, pulling off her glasses and leaning against the desk. She threw her bag and keys onto it. Then she lets her hands hold her weight behind her.

“Fuck.” You say, and suddenly feel bad about picking it up. Wanda seems to take that as you have been scolded by people too much before. But she saves that thought away.

“You can touch it, honey. It’s ok.” She says, seeing your panic. You ignore her and put it back. Standing back up, you see Wanda looking at you like she was enjoying you on the floor. You chastise yourself to stop imagining her naked.

“I-“

“I’d like to take you out tonight?”

“Tonight?”

“Yes, well, right now actually. No time like the present,” she says, smiling at you for the hundredth time today. She likes how much she smiles because of you, she hasn’t done that in a very long time.

“Shouldn’t I play harder to get?” You tease at the lack of dating etiquette she’s showing. She shakes her head

“Why would you do that? I’ve already tasted you and I want more, I don’t want to play games. And before you ask no I’ve never fucked a student before. I never planned on it before you.”

“But-“

“Our age gap isn’t that wide, Darling. Even if I make you call me Mommy. Don’t look so scandalized. We aren’t breaking any district or college rules. I like you a lot. And I’m not the kind of woman who likes things and then takes no for an answer.”

“You do this with all your one-night stands, then?” You say, and it’s meant to be funny, but it sounds desperate, and you hate it.

“You would be the first person I’ve ever taken home from a bar. I wasn’t going to say anything this soon, but I was married …to a man… for too long....”

“Oh.”

“It’s been a few years. I have tried to date but… no one’s caught my attention.”

“Until now?” You say, and you try not to sound hopeful.

“Until now.” She says more confident than you’d expect.

You turn and look at the books, and she watches you.

“I think we have more in common than you realize.” She says slowly, and you snort at her. Looking over your shoulder, you are sarcastic to a fault.

“You mean besides the fetishes we share.” It’s not supposed to make you blush more, but you do at your own sentence. She thinks it’s cute and smiles.

“It’s not just about sex.”

“I’m not sure I believe you.” It’s a bit of a lie, because you want it to be more. But you keep your eyes on the books. So she talks to your back, not seeming bothered by sharing your attention with her library.

“You are getting a BA in English with an emphasis on writing, so did I,” She says, and you look at her like ‘that’s obvious.’

“You like old books, and so do I. You are extremely smart. And way funnier than I am.” She says as if she’s already in love, and you aren’t sure how to respond.

“I don’t know if I’m all that.” You say, and she disagrees with you. Her face shows instantly that she doesn’t like your answer. You turn to her now, fully taking her in. She’s so fucking gorgeous. Her professor's look is sharp as hell. You would happily go back to the floor for her right here, right now. She surprises you, though.

“You have been hurt by people. That much is clear. So have I. I get that you don’t want to trust me. I’m scared too, but not scared enough to let you walk away without taking my chance.” She says, and her voice dips, and it does things to you.

“You can tell all that, huh?” You sa,y looking down at your shoes. She walks over and lifts your chin so you are eye to eye.

“I can see that and much more. I don’t want to hurt you. I just want to be with you, will you let me?”

You nod slowly, and she moves and kisses you. It’s a sweet kiss, it’s slow and tender. Not possessive and demanding like her kisses the other night. She pulls back and grabs her keys.

“Come with me.” She holds out her hand, and you take it.

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That’s how it starts. You go to a restaurant thinking it’ll be one and done. And you have an amazing time, and it’s not the last. Not even close. Wanda is on your ass like white on rice. She’s texting you, calling you, FaceTiming you all the time. You are inseparable. And you fucking love it. You won’t let yourself tell her you love her. Afraid of what that will mean. You are at her apartment all the time. She starts buying your coffee creamer and makes the popcorn brand you like for nights when you watch endless hours of sitcoms. It’s so fucking sappy and it’s getting extremely domestic on a Tuesday.

You are both sitting on a dryer in a laundromat. You got a big gulp of a cherry slushy. You are waiting for your laundry to be done. She asked if she could come, and you laughed at her and told her it would be boring. Wanda said nothing with you could ever be boring. And here you were both laughing so hard your sides hurt.

“What do you mean you’ve never had a slushie?” You say after you wipe your eyes from tears over laughing. She reaches over and brushes stray tears from your other cheek.

“I’m from Socovia, baby. We didn’t have slushies.” Wanda reminds you and you hold the cup up like it’s amrosia from the gods and it’s being blessed.

“That simply won’t do.”

She giggles at your display, and it’s the best sound. You hold it to her, moving the straw so it bends.

“Isn’t it like water and corn syrup?”

“Do not knock the cherry syrup like that.” You say in mock horror. She shakes her head at you.

“You know, I keep Swedish fish at my place for you now. I read the back of it. That stuff is gonna kill you, devochka.”

You beam at her, knowing she’s calling you baby girl in her language, feels so sweet. So many partners called you baby. This felt so much better.

“I’ll die happy.” You say not to defend the red food dye.

“Nu uh, no dying, how about that. You stay my girl and be healthy.” She says, and it feels good under your skin. Being her girl.

“I can do that.” You whisper and kick your legs up against the machine. She seems to like you flushed and embarrassed, and she moves your jaw and kisses you. It’s long and slow, but unlike her offic,e it’s practiced now. Like two lovers who know how to slow dance with each others, understanding one another's body rhythms. You lean your forehead against hers and slowly open your eyes to see her staring at you with love laced in every single inch.

“Be a good girlfriend and drink my toxic slush.” You whisper, and she laughs now.

“I’m your girlfriend, huh?” She says, and you panic.

“I mean-“

“No, no, my love, no take backs. You taught me no take backs.” She reminds you, and you curse because you had taught her that.

“Well…”

“I did want to ask…”

“Yeah?” You say and tuck a hair behind your ear. She watches it and seems in a trance, looking at you. You look at her with a questioning glance. You take a sip of your drink as she finishes.

“Are we um… what’s the English word? Are we exclusive?”

You snort the drink and cough, and she looks panicked as she rubs your back. You breathe again after a few seconds.

“Um.. do you want to be?” You ask, catching your breath.

“I was hoping we already were.” She says slowly, and you look confused.

“Why did you think we weren't?”

“My friend Natasha told me it’s a conversation that people have to have?” She says and looks anxious now like she’s fucked up.

“You told your friends about me?” It’s what you take from the sentence, and she looks slightly miffed that you haven’t answered her question only asked follow up questions.

“Moya lyubov', you are killing me with the suspense. I’m a little scared now. Are you seeing someone else? Or sleeping with someone else?” Her eyebrows furrow, and you quickly grab her hands

“Oh god, no, Wanda. I have no interest and no time. When would I have slept with someone else? I’m always either on the phone with you or at your place. You think I sneak off after your apartment and have a gangbang or something?” You say, and it’s meant to be funny, and her eyes bulged.

“Gangbang? What is that? Do you get hurt with that?”

“Oh yeah, that’s an English word you might not have heard before. I’ll tell you later. The point is, I’m all yours, ok?” You say, and she instantly relaxes.

“Ok,” Wanda says, and she seems deep in thought again. Her nose scrunches, and you know she’s in the depths of it.

“So who’s Natasha?”

“Friend from college. You’ll like her, she mostly does S.H.I.E.L.D. agent retaining now.” She looks over and you and you nod, impressed.

“So she’s like super hot and buff?”

“Hey, you are now in a committed relationship. Very taken and very off the market. There will be no hot buff girls in your future. Only this Socovian Professor who is totally going to spank you tonight for that.” She says and scoffs in outrage.

“Yes professor.” You smirk and she mumbles in her native;’ you’re that she can’t believe you, and you are such a brat. ‘

“So will Natasha be coming by soon?” You say, and she turns bright red and looks at you.

“No, actually, I’m not sure you are ever meeting her.”

“Is she straight?” You say not getting that you are making Wanda more jealous.

“Why does this matter?” Her accent comes out and that’s when you realize she’s anxious.

“Oh, baby, I’m not into your friend. I’m very taken as I just was told. I’m just curious who your friends are.” You say, and you look down at the time on the machine. But when you look back at her, she’s thinking again.

“Well, there’s Natasha, Clint, who I’m not super close with. But he hangs around Natasha, so I put up with him. He’s gonna love you.”

“Wh,y because of my breasts?” You tease and you swear you see smoke come out of her ears.

“Hey! I’m not gonna tell you any more about my friends. I’m going to fuck you in that bathroom instead.” She points to the grungy bathroom.

“Not a bad time for me. But I’ll behave. Why would Clint like me? Would Natasha not like me?”

“No, she’d like you too. She already does. She’s always telling me what I should do with us.”

“Good stuff?” You say feeling weird.

“I’m not used to dating in the U.S I don’t know the customs of what’s too much too soon.”

You reach over and grab her hand.

“You don’t need advice. You can just talk to me. I’ll tell you.” You say, and Wanda rubs her thumb over your knuckles. She gulps and agrees.

“I know, but you scare easily sometimes, and I don’t want to ruin this or scare you away.” She says it, and it’s so vulnerable and rea,l and you know, just the feeling.

“Wanda Maximoff, you sweet charmer. You got me pretty wrapped up in you. I don’t think you have anything to worry about.” She meets your eyes and grins now. Her mega-watt smile, the one she only gives you.

“So Clint.” You say, and she goes on.

“While he would love to see you naked, he’s never going to. Because your mine. He’s a jokester, and he will love laughing with you. Because he’s effortlessly funny.”

“So are you.” You say taking a sip. She furrows her brows.

“I am so not funny.” She says, and you disagree.

“I think I’ll be the judge of that.”

“My brother was funny. He would have adored you.” She says, and it’s only the third time she’s brought him up. You cup her cheek and she lays her hand on top of yours. You know she’s got a lot of trauma.

“You think so?”

“I know it.”

“Ok, so your brother, Natasha and Clit like me. Who else is in your life that you are hiding from your girlfriend?” You say, and she chuckles. Her face hurts from smiling this much. Like it has a lot recently because of you.

“Well, I used to hang out with this guy Stephen. He’s a doctor, well surgeon now, so he’s pretty busy, but we email a lot. Bruce is getting his PHD, so he’s slammed, but he texts me pretty regularly. He’s upset with his boyfriend a lot.”

“Wow, you have smart friends.” You say, and she arches an eyebrow,

“You won’t think that when you meet them. Beside,s I have a way smarter girlfriend.”

“Then a PHD student, a surgeon, and a S.h.i.e.l.d agent?”

“You are waaaay smarter.” She says, and you don’t believe her, but her face proves she believes it. Wanda doesn’t lie to you. Even when she wishes she could because it would be easier in some moment.

The dryer dings and you hop down. Wanda looks anxious for a moment, not wanting this date to end. You don’t see her worry and you speak.

“So I’m thinking we grab dinner and then you read my paper, professor.”

Wanda instantly feels relief that the night isn’t over. She hops down and takes your laundry out of the hamper you are putting it in, and starts folding.

“What are you doing, Maximoff?” You sa,y and she looks momentarily taken aback at you using her last name.

“Folding?”

“I think we have to be married for you to fold my underwear. You can’t just do that, like we haven’t been dating only three months.”

She looks confused at you. She wants to talk more about marriage, but changes her mind.

“Who do you think folds your laundry at my apartment?”

“Oh my god, you so do. You throw my clothes in with yours, too. Oh my god, you do my laundry.”

“Yeah, I’m also in a lesbian relationship, so I put your bra on the delicate cycle. Not just throwing it in with jeans like an ape.” She says, and your mouth opens. She looks proud as she folds one of your sweatshirts with more precision than you’ve ever folded. She doesn’t stop at your shocked expression, grabbing a pair of your sweats.

“That…is really hot.”

Wanda throws her head back and her curls bounce as she laughs at you.

“My love, you’ve never been taken care of, and it shows.” She say,s and it’s light coming from her, but you realize that it’s really true.

“Maybe, or maybe you just take care of me really well. Like better than anyone ever has.” You say and shut the door. You turn to load another load into the washer and move the wet clothes to the dryer. You pull out quarters and miss Wanda looking at you. Because she has more love for you than she thought she could have for anyone. After breaking her marriage with Vision and the loss of her family, her brother. She felt so lost and alone. But here you were, like a bolt of lightning into her dead heart. And now she felt like she was living, for maybe the first time ever.

“I’m thinking Thai. But I know you didn’t like the place on 3rd, even though you say you didn’t mind it. You barley ate your drunken noodles. And I know you were hungry cuz we went on that hike. So don’t even say “that place you like.’ Because I know my girlfriend way better than that.” You say, and it’s so easy, and you don’t even think about it.

Wanda looks at you still. She felt such warmth in her chest. You were now throwing around her new title with ease. Like she’d always owned it. And she realized she’d wanted your lips to say wife. And then she felt herself growing hot. So she coughed, and you looked at her.

“What? Did you find gum in my clothes? That’s happened here before, and it ruined an awesome sweater that had a Jane Austen quote. It wrecked me.” You say throwing a laundry pod in the wash and cranking it to start.

“You take really good care of me…too, just so you know,” Wanda says and she stops folding but looks down at your black jeans with new interest. You walk behind her and snake your arms around her waist.

“Wanda?”

“Hmm?”

“You think I take good care of you?”

“You make my to-go coffee in the morning better than I do now. You cook for me, and you make sure I take my meds at night. You always check in when you know I’m sad. Or reaching out when you know I’ve gone dark and gloomy, so I haven’t texted. You always lift my spirits and make me laugh…I…no one’s ever cared for me like you.” She says, and you kiss her neck. She leans back into you, and you repeat kisses over her shoulder and up her throat.

“I don’t want anyone else to.”

“To what?”

“To take care of you. I want to do it.” You say, and she turns and wraps her arms around your neck.

“No other college girls have applied, so you have job security.” She jokes, and you laugh sarcastically.

“I thought you didn’t date college girls.”

She pretends to think about it and you pinch her ass and she laughs.

“Only one college girl.”

“Aye, woman.”

“All women.” She says and leans in and kisses you sucking your bottom lip in. You moan, and she pulls bac,k putting her hand over your mouth.

“Those noises are for me, not the laundromat!” She hisses at you. You lightly bite her hand, and she pulls back.

“Oh, please, the only guy in here is drunk. It’s not like we are being live streamed on pornhub.”

“Ok, slow down, American girl. Livestream? Pornhub? Gangbang?”

“Sometimes the language barrier is really funny and other times it’s hilarious.”

Wanda glares at you but grabs your ass and squeezes. Making it clear she’s won… again.

“Lifestream is when you are giving a live, real-time feed onto the internet.”

She nods, and you continue. That was probably the most innocent explanation and you figured you’d build into the other ones.

“Pornhub is a website with pornography videos.”

Her eyes zero in on you.

“Do you watch porn on Pornhub.”

“I have.” You answer, not about to deny it.

“Do you still?”

You shrug as if it’s nothing.

“Why?”

“I don’t want you to.” She answers plainly, but her eyes are squinting at you. Her nose scrunched, and you laughed.

“Are you being a prude? Because you made me squirt before. Hell you’ve tied me up and fucked my mouth with a dildo. Plus, the names you like in bed or call me in bed. I don’t think you have a leg to stand on here.”

“No, I’m not a prude. And plenty of women like being called Mommy in bed. I have no shame for what we do. I just don’t want my girlfriend masturbating to someone else.” She said the last part at a high decibel in her voice, and you realize you’ve hit a new nerve for her.

“So you are a prude.” You say, and she glares deeper now.

“I don’t think this is a hard ask. I don’t masturbate to porn.”

“Do you masturbate?” You ask genuinely curious now.

“Besides, when I’m on the phone with you, no.” She admits looking over at the man, clearly passed out in the corner. Before looking back at you.

“Before me?”

“You know I own a vibrator and some dildos,” Wanda says as if this line of questioning makes no sense.

“I know I just am curious what you cum to.”

“I used to use my imagination. Now I am having so much sex, I don’t have time or the desire to masturbate. Not when it’s so much better when I’m straddling your face. Why would I want to use my vibrator alone?” Wanda says, unsure of why this doesn’t make sense to you. Her arms stay around your neck.

“Hmm..”

“What?” She says a little too sharply.

“I think we should go to a kink event.”

“What?” She looks shocked at your answer.

“You might like it. Plus it’s always interesting.”

“Will you be clothed?”

“Yes, baby, I won’t let anyone else touch me. But you are a bit of a dominatrix, I think you’d like to see it. And if you don’t like porn then it’s an intresting way to watch.”

“I’m not much of a voyeur.” She says having learned the word from you.

“You like watching me. But that’s not the point. If you don’t wanna go, we don’t have to. No pressure whatsoever. But I do think it would be interesting. On the conversation of porn, I won’t watch it if it makes you uncomfortable. I haven’t really masturbated much since we started dating. Maybe twice in the shower on my own, but it was all to thoughts of you.”

This seems to make Wanda feel better.

“Do you mind that I’m…”

“Possessive? Jealous?” You insert the thoughts.

“Dominant?” Wanda says even though all of those thoughts crossed her mind as well.

“I like it all. I like that you put your hand on my ass when someone is staring at me at Starbucks. I like that you make me beg and call you Mommy in bed. I like that you ask me what I’m reading because you like picking out books for me.” You say and Wanda’s hands travel to your ass again.

She likes to touch you. She, for the first time, is allowed to do PDA. Vision didn’t even like holding hands, so it’s a big shift. Wanda craves being able to touch you. So she wouldn’t be able to stop in public if she tried. The hand on your lower back through a crowd gives her a shot of a power high. She knows you are gorgeous, and you chose her. So she doesn’t keep her hands to herself ever.

“You said you liked my book recommendations.”

“I do. I even lie and say I haven’t read it just so I can re-read it and talk to you about it.”

“You lie!” She yells now.

“Only about books. Only because I like it when we talk about them.” You admit, and she softens her gaze on you.

“You are getting punished for that later.”

“I’m game. After we get pad Thai, cuz your baby needs food.” You break the contact and throw one of your Lacey thongs like a slingshot, and it hits her face.

“Nice shot, kid.” The drunk man in the corner says, and you smirk at Wanda’s shock. His eyes were closed.

“Thanks, Ernie.” You say, and Wanda looks at you in horror.

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