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We’ll Help You, Baby
(Drawing is not mine. All credit goes to the original artist.)
Chapter 1
Prompt: WandaNat own a notorious club in downtown New York, which has its fair share of specialty nights for BDSM and things of the like. Reader is out of high school, having taken a gap year, and now looking to find a way to put themselves through college to become a therapist, their dream, but without any support system behind them, they have to find a way to do so on their own. So, they find an opening at a random club in the city they got acceptance letters from, and started working for the two elusive owners they only know as Romanov and Maximoff. How will these two worlds collide? Will the two powerful women help their new found sugar baby achieve the image that they crave?
WandaNat x Reader
Reader Pronouns - They/He (Reader also experiences gender dysphoria and wears a binder)
Content Warnings - 18+ MINORS DNI! This story will have sexual scenes in future chapters, along with different MH issues described, such as panic attacks, past SH, ADHD, anxiety, depression, gender dysphoria and body dysmorphia. If any of these topics may trigger you, read at your own risk, or don’t read at all. I would rather my lovely readers be safe than force themselves to read through this! However, I will place warnings within the chapters before any detailed parts I feel might be triggering, so feel free to skip those parts if you’d like to read. Legal Age-gap (R is 19, W is 26 and N is 31)
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Y/n POV
I sighed as I made my way through the bustling streets of downtown New York, on the hunt for one of the most popular clubs within the city, even the whole state itself. I had gotten offered an interview, and I was buzzing with anxiety and excitement at the same time. I just kept telling myself that all I needed to do was get a steady income so I could get through my classes without taking out too many student loans. My eyes finally landed on the unlit neon sign with the name ‘Scarlet&Widow’, and I released a puff of air, trying to ease my pounding in my chest as my heart raced.
“Here goes nothing..:” I murmured, taking one final deep breath before opening the door, the club currently closed to the public as it was only around 3pm.
As I step inside, my eyes squint, trying to adjust to the darkness inside compared to the sun just beating down on my through the clouds, taking a moment before I ventured further inside. While stepping closer to the bar, my nose is assaulted by the smell of perfume and alcohol, scrunching but I ignored it, my hands clenching into fists in the pocket of my hoodie. Making my way to the man standing behind the bar, cleaning different glasses, I cleared my throat softly, making the man lift his gaze. His blue eyes met my own, and I took a moment to take in his appearance.
The man had short blond hair and was rather buff, his shirt even tight on him, but he didn’t seem to mind. The man nodded to me, speaking, “Y/n I’m assuming?” When I nodded in the affirmative, he waved me to follow him, and he lead me upstairs to what looked like an office, gesturing for me to sit. As I do so, he grabs some papers, clearing his throat, “So, this will be quick. Romanov and Maximoff are both out taking care of other things, so I’ll be conducting a brief interview. Got it?”
“Y-Yes Sir.” I stammered nervously, only relaxing a bit as he shot me a charming smile. I hated how soft and high-pitched my voice became any time I was anxious, which was nearly constant.
“Alright, my name is Steve Rogers, but you can just call me Steve.” He spoke, before continuing, “Mainly, I just need to know you can handle yourself if you’re placed anywhere. Whether that’s behind the bar or tending to tables. Some of the patrons can get a bit grabby with workers, but if they do, all you’d have to do is come and tell me or our security guard, usually Bucky, and we’ll take care of them. Are you comfortable with that?” When I nodded again, he gave me a smile, “So, when could you start?”
“Wh-Whenever!” I replied a bit eagerly, surprised my age didn’t seem to cause any issues. But, evidently, Steve didn’t care, as it was right on my resume in front of him.
The man chuckled at my eagerness, before standing, holding his hand out to me, and as I followed his lead, taking his hand, he shook it firmly, “Welcome aboard, Y/n. If you can, we’d love if you’d start tonight. We’ve been a bit short staffed recently. You’d be behind the bar serving for the night, and I’ll be there to guide you.”
I grinned, my heart still racing as I nodded quickly once more, “Of course! Thank you! Any specific uniform?” I asked, getting a shake of his head in return, before I turned to leave, only to pause, “What time shall I get here?”
“Well, we open at 9, so get here by 8:30, that way I can show you the ropes before people arrive.” He explained, and I quickly turned, shouting back a thanks to him as I rushed to get home and get ready for my first night.
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It was somehow already 1am, and my feet were starting to ache. The club was busy, busier than anywhere I’ve ever seen before, and I haven’t had a chance to even slow down. However, I wasn’t about to complain, as I knew this job would be worth the pay in the end, and maybe I’ll be able to get better shoes.
Steve was currently on break, and would be getting off to relieve me for my own in another ten minutes, leaving me alone at the bar, but, thankfully, it had all slowed down. As the door opened once again, I glanced up, and my breath hitched as my eyes immediately locked onto another pair that seemed to be a beautiful mix of green and blue, only to immediately after find intriguing verdant orb, both pairs staring at me. Once I finally broke the trance the two pairs of eyes put me in, my eyes glanced over both women, one with fiery red hair and the other a brunette, and I shivered a bit as they approached the bar.
I put on my best grin as I made my way over to them, “Hey there, what can I get ya?” I asked, my voice a cheery, customer service tone while my head tilted a bit, my eyes squinting some as I waited.
Suddenly, a smooth, raspy voice filled my ears, “I’ll be getting a straight vodka.” She replied, making me shiver a bit, but I grinned and nodded, my gaze turning to the brunette as I waited.
“I’ll just get a Russian caravan tea with jam, my sweets.” The other woman purred, a smirk on her lips at the squeak that left me, but I nodded quickly.
“Coming right up.” I grinned, moving and getting the drinks made for the two women quickly. Carefully placing the drinks in front of them, and noticing both of them watching me intently, the redhead head having her eyes squinted just a bit.
After placing the drinks before the two women, I moved to help another patron, as well as start on the order of drinks a waitress brought to me. Once those were both finished, I heard my name being called, and turned, seeing the two women from before. Making my way back over, I stood before the two, hands behind my back, “Yes? How may I help you two?” I asked softly.
“I just wanted to tell you, you made my drink perfectly!” The brunette praised, cooing as a blush crept up on my cheeks, barely noticeable within the dim lighting within the club.
“O-Oh, thank y-you.” I stuttered out shyly, giving her a small grin. Just then, however, Steve emerged, patting my back and telling me to go on my break. I smiled at him, nodding in thanks before heading to the break room in the back.
I wasn’t alone for long, however, suddenly feeling a presence behind me, and I tensed, hesitating to turn around to see who it was, but when I did, my eyes met a familiar face, and my heart races in my chest, “W-What are you doing here?” I asked the woman, who only chuckles with a smirk.
“I came to see you.”
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Word Count: 1481 (Chapters will be longer as the story progresses, I promise!)
A/N: I wonder who that could be 🤭 I decided that, having read all of the WandaNat stories I could find, it was time to write my own! So, here y’all go! I hope you enjoy!