Something changed within you after that day at Natasha and Wanda's home. You grappled with your thoughts while trying to maintain your focus on your studies. You had learned from your past mistakes and made sure to prioritize proper eating and adequate sleep. You continued to meet up with Yelena almost daily, and you joined Kate at various small gatherings, where you met new people. While you still felt uncomfortable in larger groups, you were fortunate that Kate didn't mind your company. She seemed to genuinely care about you, and you were pleased to call her your friend.
It had been a few weeks since you last saw Natasha and Wanda. Yelena had extended an invitation, mentioning that Natasha had inquired about you several times. However, you always found excuses to avoid them. You weren't ready to confront what ever strange feelings you felt for Natasha, particularly when she was married to what you believed to be the most beautiful and caring woman you had ever encountered.
This is why you found yourself agreeing to a date with James, a fellow resident in your building who had persistently asked you out. You finally gave in to his invitation for a movie night. You couldn't quite understand why you'd said yes, but perhaps it was the enthusiasm that Yelena had shown about his interest in you that played a role. Or maybe you were just deceiving yourself, thinking that being more like Kate and Yelena, who were in relationships, would make things easier. It might be simpler to have a boyfriend, even if the thought of being in any kind of relationship, especially with James, made you cringe. Nevertheless, you had made up your mind to give it a try.
The movie, unfortunately, sucked, but James seemed to enjoy the explosions on the screen and the racing sports cars. You counted the minutes until you could return home. Dating was just as underwhelming and boring as you had expected.
"So, did you like the movie?" James asked after the movie as you walked down the street towards the dorms.
"Not really my kind of movie, but there were some decent parts, I suppose," you replied as you strolled along the sidewalk.
"Ah, I see. Well, next time, you can choose the movie, if you'd like?" he suggested, his gaze directed down at you. You averted your eyes, attempting to come up with an excuse.
"Sure," you replied, and inside, you felt like screaming, once again disregarding your own feelings out of fear of hurting someone else.
"Great. Want to hang out after this? We can watch a movie in my room," he suggested, and you frowned, staring at the ground.
"I'm pretty tired, so I'll have to take a raincheck," you replied with some hesitation, having no inclination to spend more time with him that evening.
"Yeah, okay, no problem," he responded promptly. You glanced over at him, curious about his thoughts. You found dating to be uncomfortable and perplexing as you walked awkwardly beside him.
Upon reaching your front door, he leaned in for a kiss on your cheek. As you gazed at his smiling face, you noticed a curious absence of emotion. Despite having read a few books with romance woven into their pages, there were no fireworks or racing heartbeats, just an overwhelming sense of awkwardness. His beard had scratched your chin, and his scent had felt out of place. You mustered a tight-lipped smile, then promptly opened the door, waving at him before shutting it.
You let out a sigh and rested your head against the door, groaning loudly. This was not how you had imagined the night would go. You flopped onto your bed, feeling that the evening had turned into a complete disaster. There had been no spark when he took your hand at the movies, and you had no desire to see him again. Another exasperated groan slipped from your lips as you turned to the side of your bed, retrieving your guilty pleasure: comic books.
But your self-loathing was interrupted by your ringing phone, with Yelena's name flashing on the screen. You sighed before answering.
"How did the date go?" Yelena almost screamed without offering a greeting, and you huffed.
"Terrible. The movie was really bad," you grumbled as you listened to Yelena moving around on the other end.
"Oh, come on, Y/N, I wasn't asking about the movie," She huffed before turning into a gushing mess. "James is like crazy hot. Did you at least get a kiss?"
"He kissed my cheek," you replied plainly, devoid of any excitement.
"Aw, what a gentleman," Yelena chuckled. "He's a keeper," she added before mumbling to someone in the background.
"Are you talking to Ducky?" you heard Natasha ask in the background, causing your heart to race. Your stomach fluttered upon hearing her raspy voice, and part of you wished you could be with her instead.
"Yes," Yelena replied Natasha with annoyance.
"So, Y/N, spill all the details," Yelena demanded, redirecting her focus to you, and you could feel a headache coming on. You simply wanted to put the whole date behind you, but Yelena wasn't ready to let it slide.
"I told you what happened already. It was boring, and I don't know if I want to see him again," you said quietly.
"Are you okay? He didn't do anything you didn't want, right?" Yelena rushed out in panic, clearly picking up on something in your tone.
There seemed to be a struggle of some kind on the other side of the phone, and you called out for Yelena.
"Ducky, are you okay?" Natasha's voice breathed into the phone in a rush.
"Nat?" you asked in confusion.
"Yes, now answer my question," Natasha said with worry in her voice, and you could hear Yelena and Wanda arguing in the background.
"Yeah, I'm okay," you answered quickly, and you could hear Natasha sigh into the phone.
"So, nothing bad happened on the date?" Natasha pressed.
"Nothing bad happened, except for him wanting to see me again and kissing my cheek, but I could have stopped him, so, yeah, he did nothing wrong," you confessed with embarrassment, not really willing to share all of this with Natasha in the first place.
"Listen to me, my little duckling. I want you to be careful, okay? Dating is perfectly natural, so I'm not telling you not to date, but I want you to be careful about the guys you're seeing. I don't want anything to happen to you," Natasha said softly, and her words melted you into your pillow.
You longed to hear her speak more, to hear her say she wanted you to date her and no one else. The thought surprised you so much that it nearly prompted an audible gasp. An uneasy sensation coiled in your stomach at the invasive thought, leaving you questioning its significance.
"I promise," you replied, making a deliberate effort to keep your voice steady.
"Good. Okay, I will return you to Yelena. But before I do, please come over this weekend for dinner. We miss you," She said with a fond sigh.
Your breath caught. Clearly, Natasha couldn't mean Yelena when she said "we," considering you're seeing Yelena almost every day. Which means Natasha meant Wanda, and it made the flutter in your stomach spread warmth through your body.
"Okay, I will," you finally answered, and Natasha seemed pleased.
Through the speaker, you could hear rustling, a clear indication that Natasha was passing the phone back to Yelena. The stream of curses that followed served as clear evidence.
"Damn psychos. Sorry about that, they're crazy, I'm telling you. I'm unfairly at a disadvantage when it's one against two," Yelena grumbled into the phone, and you couldn't help the giggle to escape at her dramatic return to the phone.
"So, tell me, you're okay, right?" Yelena asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Nothing bad happened, and there wasn't anything I couldn't handle," you reassured her before shifting the conversation, eager to move on from the topic of James. "Nat invited me for dinner this weekend, so what time is it?"
"Come at 2 pm. You can study here, and then you won't be late, no matter what time they decide on," Yelena answered.
"Okay, great. See you tomorrow at the coffeeshop at eight?" You asked with a yawn.
"Yeah, see you, and then you will have to spill every single detail of the date," Yelena said, to which you simply groaned in response.
You lay in bed, attempting to sort out your thoughts. It had felt so good when Natasha had expressed concern for you, but a tinge of shame crept over your skin as you yearned to experience that concern again. You desired her to care; you longed for her to spend more time with you. The conflicting emotions morphed into self-loathing and fear as you tossed and turned in bed.
The week leading up to the dinner at Natasha's and Wanda's house feels like it both drags on and rushes by simultaneously, if that makes any sense. You focused on your studies, and the mounting pressure was already palpable. Kate had begun dating someone, and she was spending more time away from your shared room. You're genuinely happy for her, but at the same time, you can't help but be envious. You wish your life could be as uncomplicated as falling in love with a guy, but instead, all your thoughts are consumed by Natasha and her wife.
The day of the dinner has finally arrived, and you make your way over to meet up with Yelena. It's a beautiful, sunny day, and the walk is enjoyable. However, when you ring the bell at Natasha and Wanda's house, there's no answer. Frustrated, you send a text to Yelena to ask where she is.
Yelena: "Shit... I'm still at Dave's place. I'll text Nat and Wanda to see if they can let you in."
You let out a sigh and leaned back against the railing, waiting for someone to open the door. Your heart began to race as you heard the lock rattle, and you were greeted by Wanda's warm smile. Her auburn hair was gathered into a messy bun atop her head, and she was in the process of wiping her hands with a rag, most likely to remove paint. This was evident from the visible droplets of paint on her neck. She looks radiant standing there, and you can't help but hold your breath while smiling in return.
"Sweetheart, come on in," Wanda said softly as she opened the door wider to allow you entry. "Yelena messaged me, and she's on her way."
You nodded and entered their foyer, making an effort to avoid staring at Wanda. Her graceful presence made your hands grow clammy.
"You can wait in her room, or you're welcome to join me in my studio," she said gently as she closed the door.
Your immediate impulse was to blurt out that you'd love nothing more than to see her studio, but you held back, not wanting to appear too eager. However, Wanda's warm and gentle smile was irresistible.
"I would love to see your studio if that's alright," you said shyly as you gazed at her. Wanda's smile widened as she extended her arm to show you the way.
"Of course, sweetie. I wouldn't have invited you if it wasn't okay," Wanda teased as you walked alongside her toward the back of the house. "To be honest, I'm thrilled to have some alone time with you. Whenever you're here, Yelena keeps you away from us," Wanda continued with a chuckle.
"O..okay," you stuttered as your eyes roved over her, gulping at how elegant she looked even with paint stains on her clothes.
"So, thank you for indulging me," Wanda said gently as she opened the door leading to the backyard.
You hummed quietly while trying to force your racing heart to slow down, albeit unsuccessfully.
Wanda led you into her studio, and you took a deep breath, attempting to absorb it all. It wasn't surprising that Wanda's art was colorful, and it wasn't the stains on her clothes that gave it away. Rather, it was the feeling of warmth and gentleness that emanated from her personality. Her art reflected that warmth, with splashes of color mixed with depictions of people and bodies on the canvases. She walked beside you in silence as you absorbed it all.
You came to a standstill in front of a painting, and your eyes met your own. It was your face, surrounded by blue, almost as if you were being engulfed by a wave of water. It was strange to see yourself in this context, but you couldn't stop your heart from pounding and your chest from fluttering. She had painted you, and you weren't sure how to react, but you felt thrilled. You glanced at her, and found her gaze already fixed on you. Her body appeared tense, and her eyes seemed to regard you with an air of uncertainty as her smile wavered.
"You painted me," you whispered in the space between the two of you.
She didn't respond immediately, instead taking a moment to study your face for reasons you couldn't quite discern. Eventually, it seemed like she found whatever she was looking for, and her tense demeanor began to ease as she relaxed next to you.
"Yes, I couldn't resist. Your eyes convey so much emotion, and I felt compelled to create this piece," Wanda said carefully, as though speaking to a skittish deer.
You let your eyes wander back to the painting, taking it all in. "Is this how you see me?" you asked quietly.
Wanda moved closer to the painting and delicately ran her fingertips over it. Your mouth went dry at the intimacy and tenderness of the gesture.
"You arrived at my home looking so small and lost. This is the first painting I made of you. You've become something of a muse," she said, her voice so soft it sent a pleasurable shiver beneath your skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake.
You couldn't help but watch her in awe as your eyes roamed over her slender frame while she stood close to the painting, studying it. Her words suddenly struck you, and you looked at her with confusion.
"There are more?" you asked in surprise, your eyes widening as she looked back at you with a sly smile.
"Don't think poorly of me, Y/N. I tend to draw inspiration from the people in my life," she said, turning back to the painting. "Does it bother you? That I paint you, I mean." she asked with a soft hum.
You nervously twisted your hands and stepped closer to her, allowing your gaze to travel up her slender neck to her high cheekbones.
"No, I suppose not. I just can't see how I could be anything worth painting. It's not like you'd be able to sell it for a lot of money," you replied self-consciously, frowning as you examined your own face on the canvas.
"That's where you're wrong. Not only do I believe that paintings of you would fetch a good price, but I also can't seem to part with them," she said firmly, straightening her posture and crossing her arms beneath her chest. She exuded confidence, and you found her even more alluring like this.
"Then why not sell them?" you asked in surprise.
"Because it's for me to decide when I do," she replied casually, moving away from the painting. You looked back at the painting with a furrowed brow before following her.
"Can I see the rest you've painted of me?" you asked as you hurried to catch up with Wanda.
"Not today, but perhaps one day I'll indulge you," she said with a sly grin as she sat down in front of the canvas. The white canvas was adorned with splotches of color, and she picked up her brush to start working. You hopped up onto the counter to watch her paint, and each time Wanda's gaze left the canvas to meet yours, you couldn't help but smile bashfully and shyly avert your eyes.
The tranquil stillness, broken only by the sound of your own breath and the gentle swish of Wanda's paintbrushes, was disrupted by Wanda's smooth voice.
"So, tell me, my dear, how's life in college treating you?" she inquired.
You blushed at her words and shifted your gaze upward to the ceiling, collecting your thoughts.
"It's proven to be more challenging than I anticipated, but also incredibly exciting. The demands are unlike anything I've faced before, and I've had to learn how to balance my life with my studies," you replied, and Wanda responded with a thoughtful hum.
"Well, I have no doubt that you'll emerge at the top of your class, my dear. Natasha has often bragged fondly about your intelligence," Wanda remarked as she stood up, removed the canvas from its easel, and replaced it with a fresh one.
"I'm not so sure," you mumbled, feeling a touch flustered as you looked at her.
"Confidence, my dear," Wanda tutted. "We truly need to work on building your confidence," She quipped with a wink as she positioned the blank canvas on the easel. She then turned back to you, still wearing a smile.
You opted not to address her comment and instead let your gaze drift toward a painting she had stored on a shelf. "Is it finished?" you asked, nodding in the direction of the artwork, which made Wanda turn to look at it.
"No, but I need to take a break from it until inspiration strikes me again," she replied, then turned her gaze back to you with a glimmer of intrigue. "Have you ever tried your hand at painting?" she inquired cautiously, gesturing for you to hop down from the counter. You complied without much hesitation.
"I did dabble in it as a child and took a few arts and crafts classes, but I was never particularly skilled," you confessed as you walked up to Wanda.
"Would you like me to give you a demonstration?" she offered, taking your hand, causing you to blush. She guided you toward the canvas. Her hand felt cool to the touch but was also incredibly soft, even with patches of dried paint.
"I doubt it will turn out well; it might not be worth the effort," you expressed with a cringe as she gently encouraged you to take a seat in a nearby chair. She then pushed you forward, and you found yourself sitting at the edge of the seat. Wanda took a seat behind you, her body snug against your back.
Your breath caught as you felt her proximity, sensing her chest rise and fall with each breath she took against your back. The position brought to mind memories of when Natasha had shown you how to create a flower crown when you were younger, but this felt more intimate, with you nestled between Wanda's legs and held in her embrace.
"I'll show you; just relax, sweetheart," Wanda reassured you, her voice tender as she cupped your hand. You watched her slender fingers envelop yours as she helped you reach for a paintbrush.
"What's your favorite color?" she asked softly, guiding your hands over the paint palette.
"Green and blue," you replied quietly, and she emitted a thoughtful hum.
"There are various shades of green and blue. Can you provide an example?" she queried matter-of-factly, making it feel as though you were back in a classroom with one of your teachers.
Your breath caught as you thought of the colors of Natasha's and Wanda's eyes, but you couldn't mention that. So, after a brief moment of contemplation, you offered something similar without revealing too much.
"Think of the color of the ocean," you said softly.
Wanda chuckled softly. "The ocean can display a wide range of colors." She eased back a bit and, using her free hand, added more paint to the tray, deftly mixing it.
You observed with fascination as she expertly blended the colors. Guiding your hand, she encouraged you to dip the brush into the paint and apply it to the canvas. The longer you painted, the more you found yourself unwinding in Wanda's tender embrace.
Occasionally, she leaned her head against yours, asking questions. You did your best to provide steady responses, but it was challenging to concentrate on anything other than the comforting sensation of being held by Wanda, the warmth emanating from her, and the harmonious scent of paint blending with her own unique fragrance. For a brief moment, you allowed yourself to simply get lost in the experience.
Upon hearing Natasha's voice as she entered the studio, your little bubble of comfort was burst, and you tensed within Wanda's embrace. However, Wanda seems relaxed and gave you a reassuring squeeze before letting go.
"Hey, love, we're in here," Wanda replied as she released your hand, allowing you to hold the brush on your own. You didn't remove it from the canvas but continued to brush it slowly across the surface, trying to act nonchalant.
"Little duckling," Natasha said affectionately as she came into view, wearing a gentle smile. As she reached you, she bent down to give Wanda a soft kiss before playfully ruffling your hair.
"Wanda is showing me how to paint," you said, your voice quivering slightly as you glanced up at Natasha shyly.
"Ah, our little Picasso, very pretty," Natasha grinned as she squeezed your shoulder. "I think Yelena is looking for you inside, though."
Your eyes widened, and you hastily put down the brush, scrambling to get out of the chair. You could feel Wanda's hand gently steadying you as she moved to the side to assist you in your hurry.
"Careful, dear," Wanda said firmly as she took hold of you, keeping you away from the paint to prevent any stains on your clothes.
"Oh God, I'm so sorry," you blurted out as you grasped Wanda's hand, stepping back from the canvas.
"Hush now, no harm done. But I don't want your clothes to get any stains," Wanda said gently as she squeezed your hand. "Now, go find Yelena, or she'll burst in here screaming murder," Wanda winked as she moved over to the sink with the used brushes.
"It's good to see you, Ducky. We'll see you at dinner, okay," Natasha said kindly as she passed by you and walked up to her wife. She sent you a cheeky smile before urging you to hurry to the house. You responded with a small smile before bursting through the door and running across the backyard.
You entered Yelena's room, greeting her with a smile. She responded with an eye roll and a huff.
"I've been here for 20 minutes already. I even called you," she complained, pushing your shoulder lightly as you took a seat beside her.
"Sorry about that," you said. "Wanda invited me to see her studio, and I thought it might be nice." You shrugged and shifted your attention toward the TV.
"Of course she did; she's so full of herself," Yelena grumbled, reclining against her pillows.
You couldn't help but frown at the bitterness in her tone. "She was kind, even taught me a bit about painting," you said cautiously, trying to gauge Yelena's reaction. Yelena had expressed her dislike for Wanda before.
Yelena huffed and dropped the subject, instead launching into a discussion about Dave's new job. You listened as she grew increasingly excited about the possibility of moving in together with him next year. You tried to be supportive, but you couldn't help but wonder why she would want to move out of her current situation. You quietly kept those thoughts to yourself as you continued to listen to her.
Your conversation was abruptly interrupted when Yelena's phone rang. She answered it quickly, and you could tell it was Dave without even glancing at the screen.
"Hey, babe," Yelena greeted him with a cheeky smile, casting a wink in your direction. You couldn't help but roll your eyes as you turned your attention to the TV, feeling a tad annoyed.
"What do you mean they towed it?" Yelena's voice expressed anger, and you turned back to look at her, concerned.
"Well, Y/N is here, and we're about to have dinner with Wanda and Nat, so I can't really come now," Yelena explained, her eyes briefly meeting yours with a furrowed brow.
You raised an eyebrow in response, prompting a sigh from Yelena as she turned her focus back to the phone and her conversation with Dave.
"Okay, just calm down. I'll check if I can borrow Nat's car, and then I'll be over," Yelena said, heaving a sigh. "Hold on, I'll call you back soon." She ended the call with an exasperated groan.
"I love him, but sometimes he's like a big man-child," Yelena said with a tired sigh, shifting her head on the pillow to give you an annoyed look. "Do you trust me when I say I'm not choosing him over you just because I need to leave and help him?"
Yelena's voice filled with uncertainty as she asked the question, and you felt a pang of sadness that she might believe such a minor change in plans could jeopardize your friendship.
"Of course, I trust you. Go help your guy. I'll be fine with Wanda and Nat, okay?" you reassured her, trying to maintain a soothing tone. You felt a twinge of disappointment that Yelena would question your friendship over something so trivial.
"I'll be quick, okay," Yelena promised, rising from the bed. You followed her downstairs as she approached Natasha to request her car.
You stood behind Yelena as she spoke to Natasha, with Wanda bustling around in the kitchen. Although you were eager to assist Wanda, you also wanted to show your support for Yelena.
"But what about dinner?" Natasha inquired, her brows furrowing as she shifted her gaze between Yelena and you.
"Y/N will stay for dinner. I'll be quick, okay? He needs help with the car, and I can't leave him hanging," Yelena implored, her teeth clenched in frustration.
"Fine, but there better not be a scratch on my car, and don't even think about leaving any trash inside it when I get it back, okay?" Natasha asserted, retrieving her car keys from her purse and placing them in Yelena's hand.
"Yeah, yeah," Yelena responded to Natasha, offering you a wink. "Ducky, do you want to join me, or do you want to spend the evening with these fossils?" Yelena playfully teased.
"Hey, watch it, kid," Wanda exclaimed from the kitchen, and Yelena chuckled.
"I'm fine here. I've had my fill of watching you and Dave smooch," you replied, making a disgusted face. Your comment elicited a hearty laugh from Natasha and an amused headshake from Yelena.
"Whatever, soon it'll be you and James. I mean, what is it, five dates, and you haven't given him more than a peck on the cheek," Yelena teased, causing you to blush. You playfully jabbed her side as she passed.
"Shut up," you whispered, and Yelena laughed at your embarrassment, giving you a smooch on the cheek before striding out the door.
You made a show of wiping your cheek in mock disgust and glared after her. She winked at you when she got into the car and playfully raised her middle finger. You reciprocated the gesture, earning a disapproving tut from Natasha. You turned to her, feeling a bit sheepish.
"Come on, little duckling. Let's see if Wanda needs a hand in the kitchen," Natasha said, gesturing for you to follow her with a crooked smile. You nodded and followed her.
You both entered the warm kitchen together, and Natasha nudged her shoulder against yours. Her voice was low as she turned her attention to you. "So, this James," she inquired carefully before asking, "do you like him?"
You were well aware that you didn't have any romantic interest in James, and you knew it was time to address it and let him down gently. With your own complicated feelings for Natasha and Wanda, James had only become a temporary diversion. It would be simpler if you could genuinely like him, but he never came close to making you feel the way the proximity between you and Natasha did. The thrill of being the center of Natasha's attention was addictive, which also explained why you kept seeing James. Your emotions towards Natasha and Wanda felt wrong on so many levels.
"Yeah, sure, he's great," you lied while avoiding Natasha's gaze, sitting down at the counter. Wanda's attention had turned to you, making you even more uncomfortable.
"I see," Natasha said gently as she sat down next to you, attempting to regain your attention. "So when's the next date then?" she asked playfully, trying to lighten the mood.
"Well, we're going dancing tomorrow," you answered, fiddling with a napkin you reached for on the counter.
"You're too young to enter any clubs," Wanda said with a frown, her tone betraying her disapproval.
You looked up at her with wide eyes. "Yeah, no, he's taking me to a salsa class," you replied quickly, which eased Wanda's expression, and she nodded, satisfied with your response. Natasha chuckled and patted your knee.
"Feeling protective, Wanda dear?" Natasha teased, earning a playful scowl and a light swat with the towel. Natasha laughed and then turned her attention to you.
"And are you being safe?" she asked bluntly, leaving you with parted lips, wondering what she meant.
"Nat, for heaven's sake," Wanda sighed, giving her wife a warning glare.
"What?" Natasha exclaimed before providing an explanation. "I had the same conversation with Yelena when she was younger and getting serious with that boyfriend she had back then."
"But, my dear, I'm sure Y/N's mother has already discussed safe sex with her. I don't think you need to lecture her about it," Wanda sighed and smiled gently at you with soft eyes.
"I'm not having sex," you blurted out, wanting to put an end to the conversation. Your face heated up in mortification.
Both Natasha and Wanda now focused their attention on you, and you wished you could escape this situation.
"Well, when you do, be sure to be safe," Natasha said gently as she looked at you. "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."
"It's fine," you replied quietly, meeting her eyes shyly and relaxing under her soft gaze.
The conversation took a lighter turn after that, and it took some time for your embarrassment over Natasha's questions to gradually lessen. As she spoke about the upcoming shipments of paintings from Europe and extended an invitation for you to visit her gallery, you began to relax. You promised to pay her gallery a visit soon.
Dinner was a delightful and lighthearted affair, filled with casual conversation. Wanda asked you numerous questions, leaving you wondering how she came up with them all. What you enjoyed most, however, were the stories of their lives. They had seen and explored so much already, and with each story, it felt like you were traveling with them.
So when they offered you the guest room for the night, you accepted with a grateful smile. Wanda led you to the room, her hand resting on your back.
"You can stay here. Whenever you need it, this is your room," Wanda said gently as she opened the door to a cozy bedroom. It was smaller than Yelena's, but it featured a comfortable bed and a small desk.
"This is great, thank you," you said, smiling at Wanda as you stepped inside.
"Our room is just next to yours if you need anything, and the bathroom is across the hall," Wanda informed you, standing in the center of the room.
"Okay," you replied as you began to unpack your backpack.
"I'll leave you to get ready. Good night, my dear," Wanda said warmly before walking out and gently closing the door.
Later, as you lay in bed, you enjoyed the softness of the blankets. You buried your face in the pillow, which carried the scent of Natasha and Wanda, filling you with warmth and a sense of comfort.
As you thought back to your time in the studio with Wanda, a shiver of excitement ran down your spine. The way she had made you feel with her tender, motherly aura was something you cherished. You absorbed every sweet pet name and her gentle touches, though you were aware that it might not be entirely right to feel that way. Yet, in the darkness of your thoughts, you allowed your imagination to roam freely.
In your imagination, you inserted yourself into Wanda and Natasha's lives. You pictured yourself spending your days watching Wanda paint and soaking up Natasha's raspy voice as she imparted her knowledge about art. It was funny how art had never held much significance for you until they introduced it to your world. Now, you yearned to find all the colors that could express your feelings for them, although secretly, you knew you'd never find a color as radiant as either of them.
As you drifted off to sleep with a contented smile on your face, you realized that in the darkness, everything was simple, and in your dreams, you could explore the vibrant colors of your feelings for them.