Professionally unprofessional (Natasha x reader x Wanda)
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  • Reads 641
  • Votes 48
  • Parts 9
  • Time 49m
Ongoing, First published Feb 18, 2023
Mature
You, Y/N Vetrov, are a hard working, newly graduated, woman looking for a job at Romanoff & Maximoff Law in New York. 

What happens when you fall for not only one but both of your bosses? 

Who will you choose? 

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Y/N walks away from the table. It's truly impossible not to stare. Once I turn to look back at Wanda, I realize I wasn't the only one staring. 

"Sometimes us having the exact same taste in women is a curse." I sigh, causing Wanda to chuckle. 

"Well what can I say? How can you not be attracted to that?" She asks, pointing at Y/N with her head. 

"I know right. She even makes doing paper work look hot." I chuckle as I look back at my friend.

"May the best woman win."

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This story takes place in an alternative universe in which there are no extraterrestrial beings. 
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In this story, I'm going to use she/her pronouns but you can imagine them as whatever you'd like.
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I do not own Marvel or its characters, only Y/N
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"You haven't done anything wrong Y/N," Natasha says softly. "Then why are you acting like this? Why aren't you looking at me?" I raise my voice. "Because you are my employee because you are the president's daughter and I am a Senator. You have a boyfriend at home, a great one and I can't be with you," She still doesn't lookup. "But last night you-" "I had a lot of work to do over the last 2 months. You were just my destresser, just sex. I made the mistake, however, of choosing you, the president's daughter," Her eyes finally come up to meet mine. "Stop calling me that." I scoff. "What?" "The president's daughter, that's been what everyone has called me since the news came out. I've tried hard to make a name for myself, I have several published articles in the New York times, one of which I even read at the UN climate conference. I've even spoken in front of congress. Not one of those articles mentions that just that I'm my parent's daughter and whether I decided to wear Gucci or Prada to the coffee shop that morning. The least you could do while admitting you used me is address me correctly, I am Y/N Phoenix, you will call me Y/N Phoenix and nothing else. Now, I'm sorry if I misunderstood our conversation last night, I'm sorry if I misunderstood our relationship," I lift myself up from the seat by putting my hands on her desk and lean in closer to her. Her head tilts up to keep our eye contact, "but I'm even more sorry that you'll have to settle for caterers and paralegals, and that you'll remember me when their cunts don't taste as sweet as mine."