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God I love this series so Fucking much

The Effect You Got On Me (Part 3)

Part III: I can't be your midnight love

PART 1 // PART 2 //

Summary: Game night awakens something in Kate she never expected.

Pairing: Kate Bishop x reader

Warnings: smut, 18+, minors DNI

Word count: 3.5 K

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Author's note: This took me longer than I expected, but here it is. Thank you all again for the comments, likes, and reblogs, y'all make me want to write more often. midnight love by girl in red on repeat for this one, because we are gay and we love it. Let me know what you think!!

Despite your busy schedules, you and your friends had agreed to always make time for your most sacred friendship tradition, game night. Yelena would always cook dinner, shooing you all out of the kitchen–her sanctuary, as she called it–whenever anyone offered to help. America was usually in charge of the board games, which had accumulated since she started the tradition with you back when you were in high school. Peter picked out the snacks, Kate brought the drinks and you made the necessary songs for the occasion, Taylor Swift’s “…Ready for it?” at the top every time, only for that one line in the hook.

Now his official girlfriend, Peter had brought MJ along, and they were deeply enthralled in an intense Battleship round with America while Yelena worked on her new recipe for the creamy Tuscan chicken she was cooking for the evening. You were sandwiched on the couch between Kate, her dog Lucky, and Fanny, Yelena’s dog. Lucky was sitting across Kate’s lap with his head on one of your legs, wagging his tail happily while you scratched behind his ears. Fanny laid her head on your other leg, the rest of her body sprawled on the couch, softly snoring. As for Kate, she had her head on your shoulder, her eyes focused on the mindless scrolling on her phone, trying to pretend she didn't have her other hand on your thigh, her fingers inching closer to the space between your legs like you were not sitting in her best friend’s couch.

"Stop it," you mumbled under your breath, trying to remain as still as possible. "Not in front of the dogs."

"What are you talking about?" Kate inquired, the picture of innocence if it wasn’t for the knowing half-smile on her lips, not even bothering to look up from her phone. "I'm just liking posts on Instagram, Y/N."

You huffed in feigned annoyance, and she fully smiled, dragging her nails across your thigh before finally moving her hand, a soft whimper almost leaving your lips. You exhaled heavily to drown it and Kate licked her lips, clearly aware of the effect of her actions.

Your agreement with Kate was probably one of the best things you had ever agreed to. It was all the fun and none of the complications, which was quite refreshing after years spent in a whirlwind of a relationship. Kate was fun, adventurous, completely unafraid to push limits yet caring enough to only give what you took willingly. You felt comfortable with her, in a way that you had never felt with anybody else before. It had been easy to let your guard down, forgo sleep on some nights after sex to confide your deepest hopes and dreams in her, a far cry from where this whole thing had started. Used to keeping her cards close to her chest for most of her life, Kate took a bit more time to get there, but the more time you two spent together, the more she unraveled. You were at a point in your relationship where sometimes all it took was one look, one touch, one gesture, to know exactly what the other needed.

"B5."

Completely unaware of your secret exchange with Kate, Peter scratched his chin and squinted his eyes, the crease between his brows prominent in concentration. MJ mirrored him, whispering something in his ear to help him with his strategy from time to time. Across from them, America eyed them attentively, a haughty look on her face that suggested she had figured out their every move, making the couple nervous.

"Ha! Another miss," America exclaimed triumphantly, making Peter and MJ groan. "You're so gonna lose, guys."

A bellow of laughter was heard in the kitchen, catching everyone’s attention. The wooden shutters on the half-wall that separated the kitchen from the rest of Yelena’s apartment were folded back, and you could see Yelena continuing to chop vegetables with an amused smile on her face as she said, "Careful, Mer, last time we played Battleship, Peter almost flipped over the table when he lost."

MJ gaped at him, so very entertained by this new information. “You’re joking.”

"I did not," Peter said at the same time, pursing his lips, unable to hide the pink hue covering his cheeks.

"Yeah, you did," You interjected, earning a glare for Peter. You ignored him, your attention on MJ. "He got so mad he almost threw the whole game out the window."

MJ cackled. “Somehow, I believe that.”

America clicked her tongue, amused. "Damn, Pete, that’s some next-level shit. I’d expect that from Kate, not you.”

“Hey! I heard that!” Kate scowled, and America stuck her tongue out at her. You threw your head back, laughing.

“Now, now, let's not give the state champion over there fuel to beat our asses, we need to humble her," Yelena declared, throwing her ingredients into a pot. “She was unbearable last time she won at Monopoly."

“I don’t know, I like my chances tonight,” America shrugged, a teasing tone in her voice. “If rumors are to be believed, Kate is gonna let me win because she's just so happy jumping my best friend's bones.”

Peter and MJ couldn’t help the snort that escaped them, and you could hear Yelena trying to disguise her chuckles by pulling out dishware from the top cabinets of her kitchen. You immediately tensed up, a feeling of warmth crawling up from your neck to your face.

Tournament season had begun and, as expected, Kate was at her very best, breaking her own school records in the process. In years past, the archer had been known to be at her most active after competitions, basking in the endless attention she'd get from the girls that would only show up to see her, but this time around, the first thing Kate would do after getting her picture taken for the trophy cases was heading your way to wrap you in a tight hug, words of praise immediately coming out of your mouth between giggles. Yelena, Peter, and America would hype up her accomplishments immediately after but unfortunately for you, people noticed the change.

Soon enough, rumors started floating around campus that Kate Bishop had finally fallen and, out of all people, you were the lucky gal to steal her heart. Their words, not yours.

Obviously, your friends loved to tease you about it, especially when you were in public. They would behave like five-year-olds, making kissing sounds and humming the melody to Careless Whisper whenever you and Kate arrived together anywhere, cracking up when you told them to knock it off with a blush on your face.

"And why would I let you win? In any case, I'd let Y/N win," Kate responded, completely unbothered. "Not that she needs me to."

"Ooh, rooting for the girlfriend. I like this Kate Bishop," Yelena snickered walking into the dining area, a stack of dishes and silverware on top of it in her hands. "Truly a step up from Carter, Y/N, well done."

Kate found the whole situation amusing. She used it as an excuse to keep her hands on you in public, claiming she was just messing with the masses when asked about it, and although the multitude of prying eyes made you uncomfortable, you couldn’t say you didn’t like walking down the school grounds with Kate’s hand on your lower back. You really couldn’t say that you didn’t have a stupid dopey grin on your face for the rest of the day whenever Kate kissed the corner of your mouth as a goodbye when dropping you off for class.

"Who's Carter?" MJ asked, genuinely curious, and you groaned, already dreading what was coming.

Yelena whistled, leaving the dishware on the table. “How much time do you have?”

Peter huffed out a laugh. "Sharon Carter, Y/N's ex. They dated on and off for two years."

"And she was the worst, MJ." America's eyes glistened, delighted to have an opportunity to do what she did best–shit-talk her best friend's crappy ex. "She was always hot and cold with Y/N, the most charming person on Earth one moment and a total bitch the other. An absolute nightmare."

That sparked a furious rant you had listened to more times than you cared to count on the many reasons to avoid Sharon Carter at all costs, all three of your friends taking turns giving MJ the full picture of how bad things have gotten between you and your ex. From Sharon forgetting your birthday to unfounded accusations that you were flirting with other people and full-blown dramas in restaurants, listening to your friends spew fiery words of hatred towards someone you had once thought to be the one made your stomach drop. The only one that seemed to be entirely uninterested in the subject was Kate, who had gotten up from her seat as soon as Sharon’s name was mentioned. She set up the table for dinner and disappeared into the kitchen when she was done, the sound of the refrigerator door opening and closing a couple of times the only indication she was still there. You just stayed where you were, ready to sink and disappear right into your seat.

"Yeah, I don't think she liked us very much," Peter pointed out after a while, grimacing. "We invited her to game night one time and she definitely didn't have fun at all."

"Oh, yeah, I remember!" Yelena exclaimed. "We played Jenga that day, she pushed the tower and made it fall because Kate was gonna win."

"And then refused to play Pictionary, claiming the game was dumb," America added, rolling her eyes. "That woman has a stick so far up her ass I'm surprised she can walk."

"Okay, I'm sure MJ got the picture," you finally interjected, covering your eyes with your hands, sounding slightly irritated. "Thank you very much."

"I'm so sorry you had to go through all that, Y/N, that must have sucked," MJ lamented with a comforting tone in her voice. "I don't know how you did it."

"A question we asked ourselves every day!" Peter spouted.

America turned to you, eyebrows up to her forehead. "How did you stay with her for so long?"

You opened your mouth to respond, but Yelena was faster. "She must have been really good in bed," She suggested nonchalantly. "Otherwise, I truly don't understand it."

Peter’s ears suddenly turned crimson red. “Guys, let’s not–”

“Now that you mention it, I think I have heard stories about her. My friend Ned and I share a class with these dudes, Steve and James, and they’re always talking about a Sharon.” MJ added.

"Oooh, it totally makes sense, I did hear Y/N and Carter once or twice and–"

"Okay, enough." Kate emerged back from the kitchen, her voice sharp and loud, making America immediately shut up. The rest of them looked as if they had just gotten scolded by their parents. The expression on her face was unreadable, her eyes defiant and a darker shade of blue. "Let’s eat, shall we? I’m starving."

The subject was dropped, and the night carried on without a hitch. MJ fitted right in with your group, and Peter was so happy about it that he didn’t care how many games he lost to America. Yelena, on the other hand, did care about losing and she was on a mission to best America on something before the night ended. All four of them were laughing and screaming so much that they didn’t notice the change in Kate’s attitude, who was uncharacteristically quiet. The brunette only spoke when spoken to, laughed half-heartedly when everyone else did, and peeled the label off every beer bottle she drank with her nails. You sat next to her, placed your hand on her thigh multiple times to make her look at you, and silently questioned her about it. She would only respond with an almost imperceptible shake of her head.

You could not ignore the feeling that something was wrong, and you wanted nothing more than to kiss whatever was bothering Kate away.

But she wasn't your girlfriend, and even if you had gotten close, that would probably be crossing boundaries. What you had was casual, and if she didn't want to share what was troubling her, that was fine.

Even if you couldn't think of anything else for the rest of the night.

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After her husband's death, Eleanor Bishop spent a lot of time shutting down romantic propositions from wealthy men that genuinely only wanted to get their hands on Bishop Security. Love is a distraction, Eleanor would say, and I am far too busy for any of those. Kate heard her mother say that exact phrase more times than she could count as a child and, at some point, she started believing it, too.

Truthfully, up to that point, she never felt like she was missing out on anything. Her life had been perfectly fine without it. She had seen what love did to people, how it stripped them of all rationality and made it so easy to give others the power to break you. Kate had consoled enough broken hearts, lost enough friends to jealousy, and watched enough relationships crash and burn to know it wasn't worth the effort.

Needless to say, it caught Kate by surprise when she felt like something was pressing on her chest the moment Sharon Carter's name was mentioned and she saw the pained expression on your face. As if it still mattered, as if the words Peter, America, and Yelena were saying about your ex still hurt you.

Kate hated the way that knowledge made her feel. She wanted to leave right then and there, to escape that feeling that moved to the pit of her stomach and was expanding all through her body.

She couldn't quite pinpoint what it was but the feeling was big, powerful, with sharp teeth tearing up her insides and demanding all of her attention. Her mind was going a thousand miles per hour, every single thing you had ever told her about Sharon running through it, how you still loved her, how you still lamented how things had ended between you. Then, Yelena had to add fuel to that fire by making that comment, what you said about Sharon having skills burning in the back of her mind, and as irrational as it was, she saw red, because Sharon never deserved you, and she wanted nothing else but to make you forget your ex. Kate wanted nothing but you to want her.

And that was the first time she admitted it to herself.

Panic settled quite fast. A voice inside her head–one that sounded an awful lot like her mother–started screaming at her to run away, call it quits with you while she still could without ruining your friendship but she knew it was a bit too late for that. Your concern didn't help her, and neither did the comforting touch of your hand on her thigh. She didn't know what to do, so she pretended everything was fine.

Peter and MJ left first, clearly wanting to spend time alone together before calling it a night. They left holding hands, looking at one another like they were each other's worlds, and Kate's chest twinged because, for the first time in her life, she wanted that. And she hated how it came crashing on her just like that.

Yelena convinced you and America to sleep over, saying something about being long overdue for a girls' night. Kate originally said no, wanting nothing more but to go to bed and sleep off that intrusive sensation she couldn't shake but Yelena and America were not taking a no for an answer. After Kate agreed to stay, Yelena and America disappeared behind the door of Yelena's bedroom to get sleepover supplies and get changed into something more comfortable, and Kate quickly took that as her opportunity to slip into the kitchen and gather herself.

But you didn’t give her the chance. Kate was leaning against the kitchen counter, a beer bottle between her fingertips, clearly lost in her thoughts when you walked up to her. You placed your hands on her hip and she flinched at your touch, her gaze falling into yours.

You looked at her the same way you did that first night you slept together. Full of wonder, confusion, anxiety. Full of tenderness. And she knew she was doomed.

"Are you okay, Katie?" You asked her, and Kate told herself she should have known the effect you had on her the moment she let you call her that. She hated when anyone else did, but your voice dripped with honey every time you said it, and it felt safe in your mouth. "You've been awfully quiet tonight."

"Yeah, I'm just tired, I guess," Kate lied with a tight-lipped smile you saw right through. "We didn't get much sleep last night."

You nodded, and she could tell you didn't buy it. But what was she going to say to you? I just realized I want more of you?

"Are you sure it's just that?" You tried again, taking the bottle off her hands and putting it on the counter. You rested your hand on her cheek right after, the coldness of the bottle that lingered on your fingers making her shiver. Or maybe it just was your touch, Kate wasn't sure. "You can tell me anything."

You were pulling her towards you and, just like that very first time, she was too weak to not let you. Your breath was on her mouth, soft and warm, and she closed the gap between you, her entire body immediately on fire when your lips were on hers. Kate instinctively parted her mouth open, and your tongue brushed her lips, letting you take the lead. She placed her hands on your waist and flushed your bodies together, the feeling of pressure on her chest disappearing instantly, replaced with electric waves through every single one of her bones. You let out a quiet moan that Kate felt in the deepest part of her core, her mouth immediately leaving yours and settling on the skin of your neck. You bit on your lip, trying to conceal the overcoming desire Kate was filling you with. Her hands slipped under your shirt lightly scratching at your stomach, and her lips returned to yours to drown the mewl threatening to come out from the back of your throat with her tongue.

Her fingers moved further down and undid the button of your jeans, slipping inside your underwear and between your folds immediately. You gasped, not expecting for Kate to do that when your respective best friends could catch you but while she pressed you against the kitchen counter and made hurried circles on your clit, you couldn't seem to care.

"I'm gonna need you to be real quiet, baby girl," Kate whispered against your skin, leaving a trail of kisses from your cheek to your jaw and back to your neck. "Can you do that for me?"

You nodded frantically, the thrill of getting caught already pushing you closer to the edge. Kate rapidly sunk two fingers inside you, her thumb continuing to give attention to your clit.

"Fuck, Kate," You grumbled quietly, holding onto her hair for some stability. "Don't stop."

You didn't have much time and Kate knew it. Her fingers thrust in and out of you ruthlessly and you bit on your bottom lip so hard that pink skin turned white. A third finger entered you, the coil feeling in your stomach tightening, the stretch and rhythm making your head spin. She stopped kissing every inch of exposed skin she found to face you, committing to memory every single one of your features as you tried as hard as you could to contain yourself.

"Y/N, look at me," Kate muttered. "I wanna see you come undone."

Your eyes fluttered open, and the look in the ocean of her eyes tipped you over the edge. You whimpered softly, your legs turning to jelly, and the pleasure flooded you. Kate wrapped her arm around you, holding your weight for you, and pressed her forehead against yours. She kissed you again, murmuring a soft I got you against your mouth, repeated again and again until your ragged breathing returned to normal. When you finally could, you kissed her back.

And you kissed her so gently, so sweetly, that everything became clear to Kate.

And It was an unnerving revelation. Scary and unfamiliar, against everything she had ever known. So overwhelming that breathing suddenly felt more difficult.

The swinging of a door opening broke the silence, quickly followed by the joyful voices of your respective best friends coming out of Yelena's room. You quickly pulled Kate's hands out of your pants and fixed your clothes, taking several backward steps away from her. Your need to maintain what you had as a secret made Kate's chest hurt again, regardless of being what you both had agreed to. You gave her a smile that clearly said this isn't over, before walking away and pretending nothing had happened.

Kate took a big, deep breath, and felt the full weight of her brand new feelings, of the distraction she avoided all her life, in every inch of her skin.

And It scared the shit out of her.

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hopingforromanoff · 2 years

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empire state of mind {WandaNat x Reader}

uneasy lies the head that wears the crown au

Pairing: Mob!WandaNat x Reader

Warnings: a few curse words

Word Count: 1,936

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A/n: hey y’all! this is the last prequel piece (for now at least) and now we’re gonna be getting into some main storyline stuff, and some smut!

this is a part of the uneasy lies the head that wears the crown au and the masterlist can be found here. this is a prequel of sorts.

Let me know your thoughts, feelings, or just come into my inbox for a chat!

Love y’all

~Lucy

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A roll of thunder rumbled from deep within the clouds, as the downpour continued to soak the streets below your apartment. You watched as a young child chased after her mother, she struggled to keep up the pace with the backpack on her shoulders weighing her down. A car hit a puddle that lined the edge of the street, soaking the child, she didn’t seem to mind as you could hear her screams of laughter through the window panes.

Although you were safely wrapped in the blanket, tucked into your favorite spot by the window, you couldn’t help but feel a chill run through you as the wind picked up. It blew fallen leaves down the pavement and made the trees in the park across the street bounce. You felt Storm shake at your feet, as another rumble shook the building. You tighten the weighted blanket around her fluffy body and it seemed to settle her some. You weren’t sure when or why she had become afraid of thunderstorms, but you found it pretty ironic given her name.

You heard your phone go off somewhere in the kitchen but you couldn’t bring yourself to find it. It was most likely just Peter telling you that yet another one of your patients had died, and you weren’t sure you had the emotional capacity for that right now. A flash of lightning danced through the sky, drawing your attention, and you were thankful for that. Storms were normally your favorite thing in the world. The way the bolts of lightning arced across the sky and down to the ground below electrified your soul. The orchestra created by the drum of raindrops and the deep rumble of thunder filled your heart with a joy you didn't know how to describe. Today, however, it did little to calm your troubled heart.

A black car rolled to a stop in front of the apartment, its wiper blades working overtime to keep the rain at bay. At first, the idea of Wanda, Nat, or one of their men doing drive-by visits was strange, but now you found it comforting. It was nice to know they cared, and wanted to make sure you were safe. You had only seen the two women a handful of times since the gala, both of your work always seemed to make things difficult. A few hurried crappy hospital coffees over your break before you were pulled into surgery, or hasty chats outside your apartment before they were called away on ‘business’ or to open their nightclub for the evening. They didn’t tell you much about what they did, and you didn’t pry. They said the less you knew, the safer you were, and you were okay with that.

If it wasn’t for the lull in the storm, you would have never heard the soft knock at your door. Storm’s ears perked up at the sound, and she bolted for the door. You would have ignored the knock if it weren’t for the fact that Storm had yanked all of your blankets from the seat leaving you cold and uncomfortable. At the door, Storm’s eyes were wide as a deep growl vibrated in her chest. If you didn’t know her better, you would have said she was aggressive, however, you knew she was the exact opposite.

The second the door was open, Storm was through it. She practically leaped into Natasha’s arms, causing her to stumble back a few steps, only Wanda’s outstretched hand stopping her from falling. You apologized profusely and made an attempt to pull Storm off of Nat, but she was too strong for you. Storm continued her assault on Natasha’s face with her tongue, seeming to have completely forgotten the circumstances in which they first met.

“You didn’t answer your phone, and we got worried” Wanda’s pout tugged at your heartstrings, and you met her waiting arms. Her lips brushed your cheek, and she let it rest there for a few moments before she pulled you in tighter. Nat’s hand brushed against your back before she unceremoniously dumped herself on the floor to give Storm full access to all the Natasha cuddles she wanted. And Storm took full advantage, she snorted happily and bound towards Nat.

“Sorry Wands, I’m just having a rough week” you mumbled into Wanda’s shoulder. You felt much calmer being in Wanda’s arms, but your voice still shook at the thought of all the people you hadn’t been able to save. Realistically, you knew it wasn’t your fault but that didn’t stop the way you hurt.

“We know, malishka, Kate told us everything” Wanda spoke gently into your hair, her fingers drawing mindless shapes into your arms in an attempt to settle you some.

“Well actually, Kate told Yelena, and then Yelena told us” Natasha must have sensed your confusion, and spoke up from her spot on the floor. It came as no surprise that Kate had been talking to the redhead's sister, especially after their behavior at the Gala, you were just surprised that Kate hadn’t said anything to you. The thought left your head when you saw the state that Storm and Nat were in though.

Storm was sprawled around Nat’s lap; seemingly to have no regard for the fact that she was rapidly climbing towards 100lbs with each passing day, and all four legs sticking straight up in the air. Storm’s chest was heaving as she struggled to breathe through the excitement of a new friend, her nose smashed against the ground to show off her top row of teeth. Natasha was covered in what could have been enough fur to create a whole new dog.

“I think you’ve made Tasha the happiest woman alive, Printsessa, she’s always wanted a dog” Wanda’s body shook with laughter as she took in the sight before her. Nat and Storm seemed to catch on that they were being laughed at before Storm rolled off of Nat’s lap and they both shot you their best puppy dog eyes. Storm stretched, shook herself off, and dropped herself onto the couch with a huff. Natasha also pulled herself from the floor and attempted to brush off some of the fur that coated her black jeans, but it was futile.

“Hey, malishka” Natasha greeted you for the first time since entering your apartment, she reached for you and effectively stole you from Wanda’s arms. Wanda whined at your absence, but you weren’t paying too much attention, just taking in the warmth of Natasha.

“Tash and I want to take you somewhere, and show you something, can we?” Wanda clearly didn’t stay upset long and was rocking back and forth on her feet, practically bouncing with excitement.

“Like a date?” you raised your eyebrows quizzingly at her. You had now turned in Natasha’s arms to face Wanda. Nat propped her head upon your shoulder to watch her wife stumble over her words.

“I mean..yeah…like a date…if you wanted, that is” Wanda might have been the leader of New York City's most infamous organized crime ring, but you could feel the nervousness radiating from the young woman. Nat had finally watched her wife suffer long enough, and mumbled a “yes a date” into your shoulder.

One look out the window told you that evening was rapidly approaching, and you knew that some fresh air before work in the morning would be good for you. You agreed to go with them, and you watched Wanda visually relax as you spoke. You quickly excused yourself to swap your grey sweats and college hoodie for black leggings and a nice shirt, before meeting them back in your living room.

Nat and Wanda had taken up residence on your couch on either side of Storm giving her a last bit of love before you left for the evening. You too said your quick goodbyes before you set off.

“Oh, shit” you mumbled when you realized you had forgotten your jacket in your apartment. While the storm outside had begun to settle down, you still knew you needed the jacket or you would be miserable for the rest of the night. However, Wanda didn’t let you get too far, shrugging off her own leather jacket. You made an attempt to protest, but Wanda wouldn’t have it so eventually, you gave in.

The jacket was warm, and smelled like pomegranate and sage, with a hint of vanilla. Just like Wanda. Once you got to the car, you were thankful for Wanda’s jacket, the rain itself had died down a little, but the wind was still raging.

You weren’t exactly sure where they were taking you, but you watched as the city blurred as you went. Tasha had taken the driver’s seat, her arm stretched back to rest on Wanda’s thigh. Wanda had taken to spot next to you, and it seemed as if she had to restrain herself from cuddling up with you. You wouldn’t have minded one bit but you knew that Wanda wasn’t one to push you too far on the first date.

Conversation flowed easily between the three of you, and you could swear you had known them forever. Before you knew it, you pulled into Liberty Park. Natasha made a comment about the time and needing to hurry if you wanted to catch the last ferry out to the island. Wanda was quick to grab both of your hands, tugging you both in the direction of the boat. Wanda was a determined woman, and she made sure that you all made it.

Wanda giggled as the wind blew through her hair, tangling it as she stood at the front of the boat. The Brooklyn Bridge was tiny in the distance now, and it felt freeing to be away from home for a while. The water reflected off the sunset, illuminating Nat’s red hair, it almost made her glow. The boat made ripples in the water as it propelled itself forward, and soon the Statue of Liberty came into view. She was glorious as she towered above the city.

A smile filled Natasha's face as she watched Wanda enjoying the warm breeze, thankful that the storm had let up for them. Natasha nudged you in the direction of her wife and told you to join her at the front of the boat. You stumbled a little when the boat hit a rough patch of water, but Wanda caught you.

“Hi” you whispered when you got your bearings again, Wanda was close and you didn’t need to talk loud for her to hear you.

“You’re pretty clumsy, aren’t you, y/n?” Wanda smiled as the sunlight caught her eyes and made them sparkle. You were so caught up in the moment that her words didn’t even make it to your head.

“Can I kiss you?” you weren’t sure where the sudden confidence had come from, but it was there. Wanda smiled but didn’t reply. Instead, her lips met yours halfway.

Her lips were soft and pillowy against your own. You could feel the soft tickle of her breath beneath your nose, her fingers caring through your hair to pull you closer. You weren’t sure how long you kissed, but when you finally did pull away, the breath had left both of your bodies. Wanda’s forehead rested on your own and took a moment to catch your breath. Wanda’s eyelashes tickled your cheeks and made you smile. You managed to pull back in time to catch Tasha snap a picture before joining her lovers at the front of the boat.

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