How Leigh and you turned from acquaintances to lovers after Matt died.
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Wanda Maximoff
Your Name Engraved Herein (On Haitus)
Wanda x Widow Fem!Reader. You have known Wanda since you were ten until destiny drifted you apart. What would happen when you meet her twelve years later after you join the avengers?
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What if…? (On Haitus)
AU. You missed your chance with Wanda and now she is marrying someone else. What if…you are given a second chance to make things right?
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Lost star (In Progress)
AU. You never had the courage or opportunity to tell Wanda you were the masked YouTuber she admired since high school when you met her in college. What will happen when you meet her again years later, as the teacher of her twins?
Summary: AU. You never had the courage or opportunity to tell Wanda you were the masked YouTuber she admired since high school when you met her in college. What will happen when you meet her again years later, as the teacher of her twins?
Warnings: Slow burn, fluff (for now?), angst
Word count: 2.4k
a/n: Well, well, well- guess who's back? I know I've been gone for so so long and most of you probably already forgot me :'( But I've had this idea for a very long time and couldn't resist the temptation and urge to put it down in words. I hope y'all enjoy this story and please tell me what you think about this by commenting, reblogging or leaving me an ask. Good reading :)
(GIF found online. I don’t own this gif.)
Part 1
“Romanoff! You left your panties in my room. Again!”
With a playful sigh, you swung open the door and tossed the red lace panties toward the redhead, who turned at the sound of your voice. The panties landed on her face, and you huffed with mock irritation.
“And don’t you ever dare to steal my under-”
Suddenly, you faltered, swallowing your words as the person in front of you pulled the panties away, revealing herself to you.
Holy shit.
You cursed yourself for acting so impulsively.
This person, whoever she was, was most definitely not Natasha Romanoff.
“I-” the girl shifted her gaze between the panties pinched in her fingers and you, her brows furrowed in confusion as she spoke. “Uh- wrong person?”
What on earth were you thinking Y/N? Throwing panties on a stranger’s face?
“Oh gosh,” you gasped, too shocked to stop yourself from rambling. “I’m so sorry- I shouldn’t have- I didn’t know- I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to. I- I thought you were Nat 'cause she told me she’d be in her room and her roommate wouldn’t be around. I really am so-”
Much to your surprise, the girl giggled softly before dropping Natasha’s panties into her laundry basket. “Relax. No need to keep apologizing,” she said, seeming to be amused by your flustered state. “By the way, I’m Wanda. Natasha’s roommate.”
You breathed a sigh of relief, calming down enough to take in the person standing across from you. That’s when you breath hitched—
She was stunning.
You were captivated by the vivid shade of emerald in her eyes, so vibrant and expressive under the sunlight streaming through the window. Her hair, not as light as Natasha’s now that you took a closer look, cascaded over her shoulders in soft waves, perfectly framing her face.
“And you are?”
Wanda’s voice brought you back, and you noticed her head tilted slightly, curiosity in her eyes.
Oh no.
You curse yourself again under your breath.
“Y/N. I’m Y/N Y/L/N. I’m an old friend of Natasha.”
“Did you come here to find Nat?” Wanda asked, sitting on her bed. You hesitated for a brief second where you should sit, and finally decided to settle on the edge of Natasha’s bed, sitting across the room from Wanda.
You were not sure if she wanted you to sit near her after what just happened.
“Yeah…we’re planning to have dinner together,” you nodded, offering a small smile.
“Something’s up with their project, so Nat went to the library with her group mates,” Wanda explained, crossing her legs as she shifted to find a more comfortable position on her bed. “But I think she’ll be back soon.”
“Oh,” you said as you rose from the bed and gestured towards the door. “I can wait for her out-”
“It's okay! You can stay here,” Wanda interjected quickly, waving her hand reassuringly.
“You sure?” you asked, pausing with one foot still on the floor, a hesitant expression on your face.
“Mm-hmm.”
You nodded, smiled appreciatively, and returned to your spot on the bed.
Silence soon settled in. Occasionally, you and Wanda would meet each other's gaze in the air, but only to look away the next moment. This awkward tension lingered for a minute or two until you began to fidget with the sheets self-consciously, feeling the discomfort of the silence. You scanned the room desperately for something, anything, to spark a conversation, hoping to ease the tension between you two.
Then, something leaning against the wall caught your eye.
“You play guitar?” you asked, nodding towards the instrument in the corner of Wanda's side of the room.
“Oh, that!” Wanda followed your gaze and waved her hand dismissively. “I wish I knew how to play. I’m just learning.”
“That’s cool!” you said, genuinely intrigued now. “Any songs you’re working on?”
“Yeah, ‘How deep is your love’!” Wanda exclaimed, her eyes lighting up with excitement as she mentioned the song.
“Great choice! It’s a classic,” you replied with a grin, feeling an unexpected surge of happiness at discovering your shared love for the same song.
“Argh but I’m terrible at it,” Wanda huffed in frustration, her nose scrunching slightly as she likely recalled her practice sessions. “I can never get the barre chord right.”
“Do you have a teacher, or are you learning online?” you asked, leaning forward unconsciously as the conversation carried on.
“Oh, I’m learning online. Come here, let me show you!” She patted the space next to her on the bed, inviting you to sit beside her. As you made your way across the room, Wanda shifted onto her knees and crawled across the bed to reach for her laptop on the nightstand.
Her eyes sparkled with enthusiasm as she opened a webpage and positioned the screen between the two of you. "I’ve been following this tutorial guide by a YouTuber. Have you ever watched her videos? You have to check her out if you haven’t. She’s such an amazing guitarist!"
You almost choked in surprise the moment you recognized your own video playing. It showed a person playing the guitar and singing "How Deep Is Your Love," with tabs and chords displayed at the bottom. You could not see her face as the highest part visible was her chin.
But you knew damn right who this girl was in the video.
This was literally your channel.
"I- you like this YouTuber?" you asked, struggling to suppress an amused smile as you turned to face Wanda. Your heart raced, a mixture of pride and disbelief swelling inside you.
“Like? I’m her biggest fan! She’s amazing!” Wanda exclaimed, her enthusiasm bubbling over. “I’ve been following her for years! She posts tons of guitar covers, and every time she includes tutorials with free tabs. Do you know how hard it is to find good free tabs online?”
Of course you knew how difficult it was. That was why you started posting the tabs for free on your channel after listening to songs and music you liked.
Wanda carried on, her excitement contagious. And you were surprised to find that she was so talkative when talking about-
You.
“And you know what? She has the best taste in music! It’s like she always posts songs that I love! But it’s such a pity she never shows her face in the videos. I wish I could see what she looks like!” Wanda pouted at the thought of the face reveal but still looked radiant this whole time.
You felt a blush creeping up your cheeks as Wanda continued to shower compliments on you, unaware that you were the person she had been talking about this whole time.
You had never met any of your followers, or fans, in real life. Few people knew you were the one running this channel, except for your family and a few close friends. Yes, you had started the channel for a few years and you had had a decent number of followers that you were happy with. But hell, you had never imagined you would one day meet someone who claimed to be your fan.
You got a fan?
You still couldn’t believe it.
Should you tell her?
She seemed to be a big fan of yours and really loved your music. That would make her happy, right? Knowing the YouTuber that she loved was sitting right next to her.
But then you hesitated, unsure if you should reveal that the person who had just tossed panties onto her face was the same person she had admired so much for so long.
What if you ruined her imagination of this great guitarist?
That’s also why you chose not to reveal your face in the first place. You wanted people to listen to your music, not judged it based on how you looked or who you were.
Or- if you were being honest-
You were afraid they wouldn’t like your music as much if they figured out who you really were.
The real you.
Just when you were struggling with your options, you heard the door fling open and a familiar voice reached your ears. “God, Wanda, I can’t believe I forgot my USB in-”
The three of you froze, exchanging glances.
“Y/N! You’re here!” Natasha seemed a bit surprised to see you sitting side by side with Wanda.
You rolled your eyes. Based on how well you knew Natasha, you were pretty sure she had forgotten your dinner plan. “We have dinner plans tonight.”
“Oh right! I’m sorry, dear, I forgot. Let me fix my project first and I’ll be right back.” Natasha mumbled something about her project as she rummaged through her table for the USB.
USB in hand, Natasha turned around with a smirk, her eyes twinkling with mischief. She leaned slightly against the table, crossing one arm over her chest while holding the USB up with the other. “Wanda, already forcing Y/N to watch your favorite YouTube channel?” she asked, her gaze shifting between the two of you with keen interest.
Wanda's cheeks turned a light shade of pink as she looked up at Natasha, her expression a mix of mild embarrassment and amusement. “Not forcing! I’m just introducing her to it!” she said, a small smile playing on her lips as she glanced over at you, her fingers lightly tracing the edge of her laptop.
“Hmm,” Natasha raised an eyebrow and shrugged before continuing, “You know, it’s nice you two finally met. I’ve been dying to introduce you to each other for so long!” Natasha said as she walked towards the door, the smirk still firmly in place. “Y/N, have you told Wanda already?”
“Tell me what?” Wanda snapped her head and looked at you curiously.
“Uh- I-” you stuttered, feeling the heat creeping up to your face again. Your mind raced, trying to make the right decision, but the intensity of Wanda’s gaze made it difficult to think straight.
“No way! You haven’t told her yet? Y/N is-”
You glared at Natasha, silently pleading with her to stop. She paused halfway through her sentence, throwing you a confused look before changing what she was going to spill. “- an excellent guitar player. She plays exactly as good as that YouTuber you like.”
Well, even if Wanda had to know, you should be the one telling her directly, not from any other’s mouth.
Natasha winked with a smug expression at you before you turned around to see Wanda’s eyes widen in shock, her mouth falling open slightly. “Seriously?”
“She’s just exaggerating,” you tried to downplay it, your hands fluttering nervously.
Wanda gasped, a mix of surprise and admiration in her voice. “Whoa that’s so cool! Can you actually play that song?”
“Yeah,” you admitted with a sheepish grin, scratching the back of your neck.
“Oh my God!” Wanda rolled off her bed to grab the guitar and handed it to you. “I know it’s a lot to ask, but could you play it for me? I really love that song.”
“Well-” you hesitated, feeling a bit embarrassed as all eyes were on you.
“Please?” Wanda added, her eyes wide and hopeful.
How could you say “no” to those puppy dog eyes silently begging you? Your heart melted at her earnest expression.
“Uh- sure,” you agreed, taking the guitar from her.
You didn’t miss her genuine grin as you shifted to face her on the bed, holding the guitar on your lap. Her eyes sparkled with anticipation, and she leaned forward slightly, her entire demeanor radiating excitement. The way she looked at you, full of eager curiosity, made your heart race even faster.
Though you felt a bit flustered playing in front of someone at such close proximity, the weight of the guitar in your hands was familiar and comforting. As you strummed the strings, the music notes seemed to soothe your nerves.
It all felt natural to you.
“Whoa-” Wanda exclaimed, momentarily speechless as you played the final note. When she lifted her gaze from your hands to meet your eyes, you could tell something had changed in the way she looked at you. “I can’t believe this! You play exactly like her after watching the video just once.”
“Thank you,” you chuckled sheepishly.
Well after all, you wrote that arrangement.
It was then you looked around the room and noticed Natasha was long gone. Only you and Wanda were left alone.
“That was- whoa!” Wanda mumbled, looking down at her hands on her lap. “I wish I could play like you. But my hand…I think I could never figure out the barre chord.”
“Your hand actually seems pretty big, maybe bigger than mine,” you said, opening your palm and glancing at it. When you looked up, you saw Wanda holding her hand up towards you, and you instinctively placed your hand against hers. “See? Yours is bigger than mine. You can definitely do this.”
“You think?” Wanda asked, her voice tinged with doubt as she glanced at her hand.
“Do you want to give it a try? Maybe I can help,” you suggested, adjusting the guitar on your lap and offering it to her.
“Is that okay?” Wanda’s fingers hovered uncertainly over the strings.
“Of course!” you replied with a reassuring smile.
You handed the guitar back to Wanda and watched as she placed her fingers on the neck, trying to play the B minor chord. She got the notes right, but the sound came out a bit muffled and unclear, with a faint buzz.
“Urgh!” Wanda groaned, her brows knitting together. “See? I can never get it right.”
“Alright, let’s see-” you said, moving closer to her and pointing at her fingers. “Do you mind if I adjust your fingers a bit?”
“Go ahead.” Wanda nodded eagerly.
“You need to move your index finger closer to the fret, like this. And maybe turn it slightly so your bone presses on the neck,” you explained, gently adjusting her finger. “Then bend your middle and ring fingers a bit more so they don’t touch the strings below.”
You checked her fingers one last time, making sure they were in the right position. “There you go. Try it again.” You nodded encouragingly at Wanda.
When her right hand strummed the strings, the chord rang out with a clean, crisp sound. You immediately smiled. “See? You’ve got this!”
Wanda’s eyes widened with disbelief, and she gasped slightly. “I did it! I can play the chord! Thank you so much!”
“No problem,” you grinned, feeling the earlier awkwardness dissolve.
"Lizzie is so effortless, and... has done such interesting work, and I think we haven’t even touched what she’s capable of yet. I feel like her moment hasn’t even arrived yet, because she’s young—and so, so talented. I can’t wait to see what happens to Elizabeth 10 years from now."
—Carrie Coon about His Three Daughters co-star Elizabeth Olsen
Natasha: Are kids are going to be the weirdest. They'll be able to kill a man with nothing but a rubberband by the time they're 10 and they'll be spoiled rotten. They'll have the best family no one asked for.
