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Music was pounding through the dark hall of the club, it made your head buzz but you pushed through the crowd at the side of the dancefloor anyways. Your coworkers had dragged you along to this place after a night out drinking together and although you protested they were very persistent.
That's how you wound up at the bar of the neon lit place, downing overpriced drinks without care, trying everything to distract your thoughts from a certain redheaded coworker.
A task wich tested your self control greatly with the way she was grinding back against some stranger that definitely didn't deserve to be touching a goddess like Wanda Maximoff the way they were.
It made your blood boil, the wandering hands the sole focus of your thoughts and you were gripping your glass with such force your hands shook. Your anger was unreasonable, you told yourself in an attempt to calm down, she wasn't yours. She didn't even know about your feelings towards her, why would she care about the burning that you felt in your chest as you watched the strangers hands grip the womans hips.
God, how badly you wanted to be in their place. To run your fingers all over the redhead, to dance so closely to her. Surely you would be able to smell her intoxicating perfume with how close you would be. The thought alone of how her skin would feel against you made you shiver and you had to avert your gaze to not exlode right where you were sitting.
A hand came down on your shoulder, causing you to jump as you're ripped from your fantasies. You whipped your head around and a warm smile greeted you. It was Carol, another coworker of yours.
"Hey Y/N, you doing okay? I'm sure if you grip that glass any harder it's going to exlode." the blonde gave you a sympathetic look and you averted your eyes. Pity was really the last thing you needed right now, even if you knew Carol meant well. You tipped your head back to empty the remains of your glass and set it down with a loud clunk that was barely audible through the pounding music.
"Let me wallow in self pity in peace Carol, I'm coping." through the bass and the other voices in the club you had to basically shout at each other and your throat hurt at the action.
"Yeah, coping badly. Come on Y/N, you gotta get over yourself. If you keep sitting here I'm sure that person she's dancing with is gonna be happy to take her home."
Carols words stung and made you scowl but you knew she was right. You had been pining over Wanda ever since you started working in the same office as her. For the longest time the only words you two spoke to each other were business related, until you finally got pushed by the others to ask her to hangout. Since then you had become a lot closer, hanging out outside of work often, going out on weekends and talking about more personal topics.
You had learned a lot about Wandas past, comforted her when talking about it became too much and from that point on you felt your feelings for the woman to be increasingly hard to ignore. It felt like there was a really good connection between the two of you and you would be lying if you said that the constant "friendly flirting" that went down between the two of you didn't give you the slightest bit of hope that she would feel the same.
But then you thought back to the present, how she was dancing so intimately with someone that didn't even know her. Who she had absolutely no connection to. A heavy sigh left you and you looked back up at Carol, who was still staring at you expectantly.
"I can't do that Carol. She sees me as a friend, that's all we're ever gonna be. You know I couldn't live with myself if I confess and she doesn't feel the same. I can't loose her over some stupid crush I have."
The blondes eyes flitted over to the dancefloor briefly and the hand she still had on your shoulder tightened briefly to turn you towards what she was looking at.
"You know Y/N, you can tell me all you want, but I've seen Wanda look over here like five times in the past couple minutes and I don't think she's looking at ME like she's gonna pounce any second."
Hope flashed briefly through your eyes as you turned back to the dancefloor but all you could see was that Wanda was now face to face with the stranger, her arms thrown around their neck. Their faces were so close, it almost looked like they were going to-
You stood apruptly, slamming your hands on the bar top and startling Carol in the process.
"Where are you going?!" the blondes words fell on deaf ears as you pushed through the people. Hot tears were stinging in your eyes and the four drinks you had suddenly decided to catch up with you. There was a slight sway to your steps and you bumped into several shoulders on your way to try and find the exit. It was suddenly suffocating in the room and you felt your head spin as tears started to blur your vision.
Stupid Wanda, stupid fucking feelings, why couldn't you just have normal platonic feelings for her? Why did you have to fall so hard for someone so unoptainable?
Finally you broke through the crowd of people, the exit in you line of vision. You knew that if you went through those doors you would have some serious work to do. Finding a new job would be the first step, anything to gain some distance, to sort your feelings out. You just wanted to be able to breathe again.
Just a couple more steps between you and a fresh start, when suddenly a hand grabbed your wrist.
The world seemed to stop when you were spun around to face the recipient of your desires.
Wandas perfect smile came into view and you swore you would have fainted if it wasn't for the arm that was suddenly wrapped around you.
"And where do you think you are going?"