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steddieas-shegoes · 2 months

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cw: discussion of past parental death due to overdose, mention of drug use

Steve stumbled upon the article when he was helping Robin collect articles for a project for her Industry Studies course.

He didn’t think much of reading about another small time musician getting caught up with the wrong crowd, and overdosing or getting in a drunk driving accident. It seemed like a pretty common theme. It was terrible, sad, horrible, but he’d seen about 30 stories like that in the last two days and he was kind of getting numb to it all.

Until he saw the name Munson.

Until a picture of a woman with long, curly hair and Eddie’s smile stared back at him next to a headline that read: “Kentucky Country Queen Dead at 27.”

He read the article with tears in his eyes.

Elizabeth “El” Munson, a hopeful country singer and guitarist, was found dead in her home by her six year old son, Edward. The boy reportedly tried calling his father at work with no luck before finally calling his uncle, Wayne Munson.

Toxicology reports show that she overdosed on multiple illegal substances. At this time, it is believed to have been accidental and no foul play is suspected.

It has now been made clear that Elizabeth was seeking a divorce from her husband, Al Munson, but had not been successful as lawyers were unable to locate him until her funeral. Their son has been put in the care of Wayne until further notice.

Robin found him 20 minutes later, staring at the page with swollen, red eyes. She took the paper, read the article, and put it back in the files wordlessly.

“I don’t think he wants us to know,” she finally said.

She was probably right.

But Steve had grown pretty close to Eddie over the last six months, had opened up to him about his parents, his fake friends, his concussions and nightmares. Eddie had started opening up to him, too.

He thought he had, anyway.

He told him about how his mom died when he was young and his dad was awful so he moved in with Wayne. He told him about how his dad appeared every couple years looking for money or a place to stay and Wayne always turned him away.

But he never really talked about his mom, always said he barely remembered her.

Did he know what happened?

——

Steve asked Wayne the next morning.

He’d come by to pick Eddie up for a day with the kids, but Eddie hadn’t set his alarm and was still asleep.

Perfect opportunity to find out more.

“So. Eddie’s mom.”

Wayne tensed over his plate of toast and scrambled eggs. He didn’t look up, just took another bite of food.

“Does he know how she died?”

“Do you?”

“Newspaper said overdose,” Steve tapped his fingers nervously against his thigh. “Says Eddie found her.”

“Trauma messes with your memory.”

It was final, a statement that left Steve with more questions, but a certainty that he’d get no answers.

“Yeah.” He gulped. “I’ve heard.”

——

Steve doesn’t bring it up to Eddie for a while.

He figured Wayne’s reaction said a lot about what Eddie knew or would be willing to share.

But they were a little high and alone and Eddie’s hand was warm in his and his filter was broken.

“I’m sorry you had to be the one to find your mom.”

The air around them was thick. The silence was deafening.

“Me too.”

Eddie’s voice was quiet, nothing like his usual playful tone.

Steve immediately wanted to put this conversation in reverse, pretend his curiosity didn’t matter.

“I’m sorry.”

Eddie moved closer to Steve, his arm a constant pressure against Steve’s. His head leaned against Steve’s shoulder.

“Wayne doesn’t know I know how she died. He doesn’t know I know my dad gave her bad drugs, convinced her all the up and coming musicians were doing a new strain of heroin. She’d kicked him out of the house,” Eddie’s breath caught. “She shouldn’t have let him come back that day. I heard them arguing before I left for school. She told him she was finding a manager and recording an album and that she was divorcing him. I didn’t know what that meant, but I knew it was bad.”

“Eds, you don’t have to tell me.”

“I know, Stevie. But you know everything else.” Eddie’s face turned until his nose and mouth were pressed against Steve’s arm. “I went to school. Didn’t think about it. Figured my dad would be gone when I got home and might come back in a few days once they cooled off. But when I got home, he was gone and my mom’s bedroom door was closed. And I opened it and there she was.”

Steve turned so he was face to face with Eddie, cupping his jaw and rubbing his thumb along his cheek in encouragement.

“I don’t even know why I tried calling the store first. I didn’t even know if he still worked there. But then I called Wayne and it’s like he just knew.” Eddie’s eyes closed for a moment. “Don’t think he’d ever gotten to our house so quick.”

“Did he know all this?”

“He knew enough. I stayed with him and then my dad gave up his rights. Lied to the counselor about what I knew so Wayne wouldn’t freak. Kept it up for a while,” Eddie let out a small exhale that slightly resembled a laugh. “I read the article about eight years ago. A kid in my class made a joke about me being an orphan because of the drug problem in America as if he even knew what that meant and I decided to see what the newspaper reported.”

“Do you play because of her?” Steve asked.

Eddie blinked back at him.

“I play for a lot of reasons. But I started because of her, yeah,” he whispers. “You’re the first person to ask me that instead of give me that look of pity.”

“I’m sad about how it happened, but giving you pity doesn’t change it. I’d rather hear how it changed you,” Steve whispered back.

They were close, legs intertwined, hands touching bare skin under shirts and on faces and necks.

“It changed everything for me. Wayne packed us up and moved us here as soon as he legally could. Probably for the best. Well,” Eddie gave a small smile. “Definitely for the best. Wouldn’t be here with you if he hadn’t.”

“Do you ever go back?” Steve did his best to ignore the fluttering in his stomach.

“Her birthday every year. She’s got a nice spot near her mom.” Eddie bit his lip. “It’s actually coming up in a couple weeks. Maybe you could come with me?”

“Me? Are you sure?”

Eddie nodded. “If it doesn’t weird you out that I talk to her. I like to give her updates on my life, Wayne’s life, music. Think she’d find it quite funny that I bring the guy I’ve had a crush on for two years.”

It takes a minute for the words to sink in.

“Two years?” Steve’s lips curled up into a smile. “I hope I live up to expectations.”

“I think she’d like you. She’d definitely make fun of me for having a boyfriend who wears polos though.”

“Is that how you’d introduce me?”

“If you’re okay with it.” Eddie leaned his forehead against Steve’s. “I know we haven’t talked about what we-“

Steve pressed his lips to Eddie’s, nearly knocking their noses together painfully in the process.

After the initial shock, they both relaxed into the kiss.

“I’d love to go. As your boyfriend,” Steve said after pulling away for air. “What was her favorite flower?”

“Gardenias. Always wore perfume that smelled like it. Why?”

“Because I have to impress her, right?”

“You realize she’s not gonna actually see or hear you? She’s definitely dead.”

Steve snorted. “I know. But she can still have nice things. Maybe us bringing her nice things in death is a way to apologize for the not nice things she had in life.”

“You’re a pretty incredible boyfriend, sweetheart.” Eddie kissed the tip of his nose. “And you now know more than Wayne, so it’s time for a pinky promise.”

Steve giggled before holding up his pinky. “I swear I won’t tell Wayne anything.”

“And you’ll kiss me whenever I want…”

“That’s a guarantee.”

“And you’ll let me win at Go Fish…”

“Not a chance, Eds.”

Eddie laughed. “Worth a try.”

Steve curled his pinky against Eddie’s. “So do you think she’d like me?”

“Oh. Oh god. She’d love you. You’re exactly who she’d want for me,” Eddie rolled his eyes when Steve flipped his hair back confidently. “And she’d braid your hair every night while you gossiped and sipped tea.”

“And what would you do?”

“Probably just soak it in. Appreciate having her and you around. You’ll just have to gossip with Wayne.”

“Wayne doesn’t strike me as-“

“Oh, he’s got you fooled! He’s a worse gossip than the ladies at the hair salon. Just ask him about the mailbox at the end of the road sometime. Make sure you’ve got an hour to spare.”

“Really?” Steve’s eyes lit up. “Is he home now?”

Eddie pulled Steve forward until he was flush against his front. “No and I have much better plans than gossiping with my uncle.”

“Oh?” Steve’s brow raised.

“It involves my bed and handcuffs. You in?”

“Hopefully you’re in.”

“God, you’re ridiculous. C’mon, now I’m even harder from your stupid flirting,” Eddie sat up and tugged until Steve followed. “Can’t believe this is how my night’s going.”

“Believe it, baby.”

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #wayne munson #picturing Eddie’s mom as someone similar musically to Wanda Jackson #she was big in her part of Kentucky #might’ve made it even if not for Eddie’s dad #cw: parent death #cw: mention of overdose #cw: mention of drug use #first kiss #getting together #angst with a happy ending #sorry for the sad part #they kissed about it at the end tho

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loveisanimaginarydagger3000 · 6 months

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The Babysitter (12)

Like A Date?

MILF Wanda Maximoff X Reader

Summary: In need of money and a way to escape the problems at home, you get a job babysitting two lovely boys named Billy and Tommy Maximoff. What happens when you start to feel things you shouldn't for their mother? Will it bloom into love or leave you heartbroken?

A/N- I would just like to say that there will be some sensitive issues in this story such as alcoholism, homophobia, anxiety as well as more mature content such as smut so, if you continue to read this, please consider this warning.

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Like A Date?

There was only one word to describe the last couple of weeks: heaven.

Since the confession with Wanda, everything has been perfect, the two of you finding every opportunity to have stolen kisses without anyone seeing, finding every excuse to see each other and just enjoy each other's company.

One thing you learned about the older woman was her insatiable desire to touch you as much as she possibly could. Wanda always had to be touching you in someway, whether it was her leg simply pressed against yours as she sat next to you at the dining table, her fingers interlocked with yours whenever you two were alone in the kitchen or even just her body melting against yours as you hugged her, letting your face rest at the crook of her neck and murmur sweet words to her while you would bask in the moments peace. You personally found it adorable at how she would find the chance to somehow show her affection to you, secretly loving how her love language was clearly touch as you seeked her comforting embrace.

Something Wanda learnt about you in the last few days was your addiction to her lips. Since you first pressed your lips to hers, you have craved them ever since and Wanda knew that. Her nose would scrunch up cutely every time she gathered what you were aiming for as you spoke to her, going along with whatever excuse you were making until either of you would give in and crash their lips to the other, not wasting any opportunity.

Currently, you were walking up the stairs of her home with one destination on your mind; her office. Your mind quickly thought of an excuse to see her, the twins entertained with a game on their console giving you enough time to escape and seek out the woman who has occupied all of your sane thoughts.

Peeping through the gap in the door, you saw that she was currently on the phone, twiddling her pen in the air and only stopping when she heard your gentle knocks, spinning around in her chair, lips stretching into a beaming smile. Her hands gesture for you to come in, making a quiet motion as well while she continues to speak to whoever was on the other end of the phone call. With a smile tugging at the corner of your lips, you tried to walk as naturally as possible to her desk to lean on it, trying not to show your excitement off too much.

"Thank you Jennifer," she starts to end the call, your eyes scanning over all the files on her desk, flickering your gaze up to her screen which has a background photo of her twins on it, the cute act making you steal a glance at her sitting in her chair, green eyes set on you while her teeth bite her lower lip. Her head nods as she listens to her friend on the phone, both of them bidding goodbye before she hangs up, placing her phone on her desk and offering you a loving look and charming smile. "And what can I do for you?" she asks playfully, uncrossing her legs and stretching her body a little as she tilts her head while looking at you, a blush forming on your cheeks at the amount of attention you're getting from her.

Wanda secretly revels in your already flustered state, effortlessly standing from her chair until she is in front of you, her arms trapping you between her and the desk as they land on the wood at your sides to support her body. With her body towering over you, thoughts fly out of your mind as it goes blank, her eyebrow raising expectantly as her smile never fades, nose scrunching in that adorable way.

"I came to see if you wanted anything to help you through the rest of your shift," you murmur shyly, still not used to this thing between you.

"Did you now?" she whispers, her voice dropping a little bit causing your gaze to drift down to her lips, desperate to feel them against yours again. Her alluring eyes watch yours switch from her eyes to mouth, her radiant smile turning into a smirk as she catches onto your plan on why you're really in here. "What do you think would help me?" she asks teasingly with a little rasp, her fingers tilting your face up softly to make you look into her eyes that sparkle with joy.

"Personally," you say with a cheeky smile pulling at the corners of your mouth, "I think a kiss would really help you get through it." Your hands go to her waist, the soft fabric of her jumper under your fingertips as you brush your thumbs over it, her smile softening as you give into her touch.

"Well, if you think it would help then I guess we should try it," she whispers before leaning down to delicately claim your lips, hands moving to your hips as her mouth moves against yours. Another smile breaks out onto your face as she pecks your lips one last time, pressing a final kiss to your forehead before moving to let her head drop to your neck. Her hair tickles your skin as her face nuzzles against the warmth of your skin, her arms snaking around your body while she lets out a sigh.

Your hands glide up and down her back soothingly, feeling the stress of her work flow out of her as her body relaxes.

The sound of her phone going off makes her tense again, her groaning against your skin as her work beckons her to come back. She reluctantly pulls out of your embrace, moving to check who's called before deciding she'll call them back, sitting back in her chair and opening her emails quickly before shooting you an apologetic look. You slowly walk over to her, wrapping your arms around her from behind over the back of her chair, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek, still amazed at how natural everything felt.

"Did it help?" you say in a whisper, her hands going to where yours rest on her collarbones.

"Yes it did Detka, thank you," she murmurs back, her eyes reading through the email on the screen while you prop your head on hers, her eyes rolling at your childish antics.

"That looks so much fun," you joke, making her chuckle at the disapproving tone of your voice at her work, "Is there anything else you want? Coffee? A snack?" She thinks for a moment, before tilting her head back, making you take yours off of her while she smiles up at you, the sight creating a warm feeling to bubble in your chest.

"I could do with a coffee," her voice appreciative of your care, "And another kiss." You lean down and quickly peck her lips, her frowning a little at how short it was.

"Ok, I'll bring it to you when it's ready," you whisper before standing up right, ready to leave the room.

"I'll meet you in the kitchen in a few minutes Detka, no need to bring it up," she says just before you leave the room, you acknowledging her words before walking down the stairs with a stupid grin on your face.

***

"Thank you Detka," she murmurs out while taking a sip from the drink you have just handed her, a content smile taking over her face while her eyes flutter close, savouring the warm feeling flowing throughout her. When her eyes open you catch her gaze, enamoured by the captivating and enticing green that looks your way with a tender glint, her expression soft as she merely grins at you over the rim of her glass. Her hands are securely wrapped around the mug to heat her hands up, her body yearning for your touch once again making her stride up to you, stopping to place the mug down on the countertop before wrapping her arms around you. "I have a little surprise for you," she whispers, your head moving to prop up on her shoulders as you peer up at her, excitement but also confusion painted across your face.

"A surprise?" your hands snake around her middle, smiling into her jumper when you feel her relax, adoring how much she wants affection. She hums in affirmation, her fingers playing with the threads of your jumper as her hands drift to the bottom of the fabric, your body heating up at the simple action, berating your mind for where it wanted to head to.

"Pietro wants to take the boys out tonight," she starts, letting you go to grab her mug once again, taking a sip as you move to lean into her side, listening attentively. "Some cool day out with Uncle Pietro," she says, mocking his words with a smile on her face as she remembers the conversation with her brother, him adamant he was the funnier Maximoff twin. You chuckle at the way she mimicked the silver haired man, watching her besottedly.

"He is pretty cool," your shoulder bumping into hers jokingly, a faux glare sent your way to stop your teasing.

"Anyway," she diverts the conversation back to the point, her body moving to stand in front of you, her mimicking the position you two were in when you were in her office, her arms braced at the side of you, this time trapping you against the countertop and towering over you. "That means it will just be us tonight," your eyes widened at her words, accidentally taking it in a more suggestive way than she was implying.

"Oh?" your tone is a little shy as you're not too sure where this conversation is heading. She picks up on your nervousness, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek to calm you while moving her fingers to brush your cheek, carefully tucking away a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

"So I was thinking maybe I could take you out somewhere..." there's a hint of apprehension in her tone, fearful you'd reject her, making you offer her a soft smile and reversing the role by comforting her.

"Like a date?" The grin that stretches on your face is enough to tell Wanda that you like where this is going, easing her worries and making her expression mirror your elated one.

"Like a date," she confirms, you leaning forwards to press your lips to hers gently. You pull back with a smile engraved on your face, adoration swirling in your eyes as you peer up at her.

"I can't think of anything better than to go on a date with you Wanda Maximoff," the tone of your voice is playful as she lets out a relieved breath and a small chuckle at your dramatics, letting your body relax against hers until the sound of the twins eventually break you apart, the older woman having to return to work.

***

"They are not scary Detka," she chuckles out, swirling her glass of red wine leisurely as her attention is solely focussed on you, taking in the shocked expression on your face at her words. Your eyebrows furrow at what she says, placing down your fork on the table in the restaurant Wanda took you to, ready to explain to her your very reasonable reason for thinking they are scary.

"Chickens are terrifying Wanda," your tone is deadly serious, this only resulting in the older woman to let out another string of angelic laughter at your determination to convince her.

"Why are they scary Detka?" she humours you once she calms down, tilting her head and offering a teasing smile as she bites on her lower lip, your mind losing track of your thoughts at her mesmerising looks.

"They...." you shyly smile at her and quickly gather yourself, feeling your cheeks heat up as she continues to watch you, peering over the rim of her glass as she takes a small sip. "Have you ever been chased by a swarm of them?" The theatrics of your voice and genuine passion about this has her struggling to not burst out in laughter at you, finding the entire conversation endearing as you cross your arms over your chest in a playful manner.

"I can't say I have, sweetheart," she softly says, still trying not to laugh.

"You can't say they are not scary then," her hand places itself over yours in a comforting manner, your eyes snapping away from your plate of chicken that you said you were eating in 'revenge' to her.

"Is this something you need to get off your chest?" she says teasingly, as if it was a life changing event, well, you would argue that it was.

"I think it is," you sigh out dramatically, "It was terrifying."

"I'm sure it was Detka," you give her a faux glare at her mocking tone, her just chuckling at you, "What happened then?"

"Me and Natasha went on a school trip when we were like five to a farm," your tone is nostalgic as you remember the day. "Because it was so hot, our teachers got us all an ice cream. I got vanilla and she got chocolate and we walked over to a wooden bench to eat them when a few chickens came over to us." You're too busy lost in the story to see the way Wanda is looking at you, love swirling around in her eyes as she takes in your carefree state. "Our teachers told us to move away from the animals so we started to slowly walk away but then one of them pecked me!"

"Oh no," she gasps out in pretend shock, a humoured look etched onto her face.

"So, I started to run because it was weirdly painful and scary. This caused Natasha to run as well and we ended up running around the farm with a bunch of chickens chasing up and our teachers screaming at us," you laugh as you remember the red and angry face of the teacher, you and Natasha not caring about being told off as all you could see was your scoop of ice cream melting on the floor, having fallen off while you were sprinting, "But we didn't care, we just wanted another ice cream that we could eat."

Wanda laughs with you as you both tell more stories of your childhood, a few questions aimed her way as you try to find out that table story Pietro mentioned on your birthday. The rest of the meal is filled with casual conversation, the two of you just learning even more about each other, your favourite piece of new information being Wanda's old college friend Jennifer, the woman she was on the phone with earlier, is a lawyer and currently trying to finalise a divorce between her and Vision as quick as possible.

You both finish your food, Wanda paying for the bill while you just frown at her as she won't let you help pay. She kisses your cheek in apology, knowing you wanted to help and quickly tries to distract you by pulling you by the hand out of the restaurant, a small grumble coming from you.

"I wanted to pay half," you mutter, the older woman just finding you adorable as your feet kick the floor, wrapping your coat around your body as you try to keep warm in the biting wind.

"And I wanted to pay it all Detka, I invited you out," she whispers, sliding her arm around yours and walking with you down the street, the streetlights illuminating her face beautifully as you get lost in staring at her side profile. Your eyes venture around her face, admiring her cheek bones, the gentle blush that's settled there, her eyelashes that flutter every time she blinks. She catches you staring, cheeks instantly turning red while your head swivels to the side, acting as if you were staring at the floor, watching your step. Her mouth opens, a joke on the tip of her tongue when another voice calls out your name.

"Y/n?" your blood instantly runs cold at your mothers voice, her coming out of the Red Room Bar that you two had just walked past, a hint of a slur to her words. "Y/n turn around right now," she grits out. Wanda notices your unwillingness, giving your hand a gentle squeeze as you turn around to face your mother, disgust evident on your face as you see another man's arm wrapped around her waist, his mouth at her ear. "Why haven't you been home?" There's anger in her tone and you're finding it harder to breathe as her gaze switches over to Wanda, red practically flashing in her eyes at the sight of your arms interlocked. You pull away, Wanda frowning as she's still unsure who this woman is. "I've been calling you and texting you," there's a sudden switch in her tone once she's seen Wanda, putting on the façade of the caring mother as Wanda pieces together who she is. "I've been worried sick."

"You haven't called or text once," you mutter, keeping your gaze fixated on the floor, counting all the small cracks on the concrete.

"Don't be ridiculous Y/n, of course I've called," she offers Wanda a fake smile, the older woman standing next to you mirroring the fake gesture. "God children, always making themselves a victim somehow," she says to Wanda, assuming she was the woman you babysit for and trying to stir things and cause issues. "What would your father say if he knew you were lying?" that strikes a nerve in you, making you look up with a hurt expression as she speaks of your father while some random stranger is all over her.

"I'm not," your voice is shakier than you wanted, your mother smiling a little at your response before keeping her face straight.

"We can talk about that later," she cuts you off as you're about to speak again, returning her gaze to Wanda. "Anyway, what are you two doing?" she asks, her eyes conveying disgust at the proximity of you two.

"I wanted to take her out for a late birthday treat and a little thank you for looking after my boys," Wanda intervenes, knowing you don't want to speak any more to her. Your mother's eyes widen as she realises it's been your birthday, trying to make you look bad once again.

"Oh, so you'll let her take you out for your birthday but not me?" the man who was interested in her gets bored and leaves, your mother cursing under her breath as she watches the drunk man stumble away. Her gaze bores into Wanda, "I wanted to take her out on her birthday but guess what? She just wanted to go to some party and be a typical teenager, doing god knows what." You look up and Wanda, her knowing the obvious lies your mother is sharing, her jaw clenching at the way the woman opposite her is acting.

"Well, I'm sorry she couldn't spend the evening with you but I assure you she wasn't at a party, she was actually doing a favour for me, looking after my twins as I had to go out suddenly." Embarrassment washes over your mother at what Wanda's just said but before she can say anymore, Wanda cuts her off. "And I'm sorry to cut this lovely meeting short, but we need to head back before my brother brings the boys back home to an empty house," sarcasm drips from her voice as she starts to turn away from your mother, a smile tugging at your lips while Wanda sticks up for you, anxiety and nervous having taken over your body.

"Y/n, you're coming back with me," the tone of your mother's voice switches away from the façade she put on, venom and anger clearly present.

"She's coming back with me," Wanda says, her voice dangerous as she glares at your mother, head tilting causing the other woman to back off, deciding you weren't worth fighting for and leaving to go back in the bar.

"Thank you," you murmur, her arm wrapping around your shoulder and bringing you in for a hug, your head resting against her chest, satisfied with the warmth radiating off of her, "I'm sorry."

"There's nothing you should be sorry for Detka," she murmurs at the top of your head, pressing a kiss to your hair and letting her hand run up and down her back. "Come on sweetheart, let's go back home and find something else to do," she whispers, understanding of your sudden change in mood. You nod against her and pull away after indulging in the moment a little longer to walk alongside her, fingers interlocked.

***

"Come here Detka," she murmurs out, her low tone a little raspy as she takes her coat off, you removing yours before walking up to her, doing as she asks. "The boys won't be back for a little longer, so what do you want to do?"

"Can we watch a film?" you ask, trying your best to forget what just happened and remember the better parts of your date with Wanda. Her lips press against your forehead, her chilled fingertips lifting your chin to look at her as she nods.

"Anything for you," the enticing green softens at your shy state, her lips pull into a smile before she moves down to press them to your own. Cold hands cup your jaw while yours go to her waist, Wanda guiding you to the couch, smiling into the kiss when she can feel the stress and tension slowly ease out of you, manoeuvring around so her knees hit the back of the sofa. She sits down first, you staring at her with a dazed expression as she acts as if she didn't just kiss you senseless mere seconds ago, the smirk tugging at the corner of her lips telling a different story though. "What do you want to watch?" she innocently asks, your thoughts still replaying the feeling of her hands and lips on you, the blush deepening on your cheeks as she can tell what you're thinking.

"Anything you want to," you whisper, scared your voice will betray you if you speak any louder. She motions you to join her on the sofa, laying down and staring up at you with open arms. Following her silent instruction, you move onto the sofa to lay with her, the older woman's arms wrapping around you like a blanket of security as she pulls you impossibly closer. You turn around in her arms, letting your head rest at the crook of her neck, her head resting on yours, letting you cuddle her.

"How are you going to watch the film like that, Detka?" she playfully murmurs into your hair, not too bothered if you didn't want to watch the film as she could feel you relaxing into her.

"I've gotten a better view here," you mutter against her skin, tickling her slightly as you pull back to look up at her, offering a charming smile, the return of your normal mood making her face light up. You return to your previous position as she starts to watch the film, her fingers subconsciously moving to your hair and scratching your scalp, a low groan escaping you at the pleasurable feeling.

Gradually, her actions start to lull you to sleep, the soothing motion of her fingers softly gliding up and down your back now as your eyes flutter close.

The sound of a car doors shutting wakes you up, Wanda waking you up and pressing a chaste kiss to your lips before standing up to stretch, then making her way to the door to let the boys in while you wake up.

The sluggish movement of your hands rubbing tired eyes was stopped when you saw Pietro walk in with a passed out Tommy slung over his shoulder, an equally tired Billy trudging along behind them while Wanda followed after locking the front door.

"My, my, what have we interrupted?" Pietro asks his sister teasingly, turning around to face her while Tommy's limp body sways at the movement.

"Nothing that concerns you," his sister replies, lowering herself to embrace her other exhausted son, lifting him into her arms despite his protests that he can manage it by himself. Billy quickly gives up when he realises it's much easier with his mothers help, her murmuring words in Sokovian to him as she presumably orders Pietro to take Tommy to the twin's room.

An apologetic smile is sent your way as Billy and you start to yawn at the same time, a smile stretching on her face as she swiftly takes him to his bed, Pietro coming back down with a mischief etched onto his face.

"What were you two up to tonight?" he asks and before you're left to answer alone, you're saved by Wanda returning to the room.

"As I said Pietro, nothing that concerns you," he puts his arms up in surrender, winking at you before turning on his heels, smirking at his sister.

"Ok sestra," his tone gentle before turning taunting, "Remember to use protection!" he chuckles out, only just dodging the pillow Wanda dashes his way as he leaves, not wanting to intrude whatever was going on between you two.

"I'm sorry about him," she sighs out and you just stand up and move back into her embrace, not too happy about being woken up. "Do you want to stay over tonight Detka?" you answer her by nodding against her body, her laughing at your determination to stay in her arms. "Do you want to stay in a guestroom or..." she trails off, not wanting you to think you have to stay in the same room as her. The small action makes your chest bubble with care and love.

"Your room if that's ok?" you mumble, her smile stretching into a stupid grin at the way your peering up at her, fingers interlocking with yours as she practically drags you to her room.

Once you're inside, she shuts the door, locking it just in case the twins decide to come in and see you in her room, turning around and then leaning on the wooden structure. You watch her as you dramatically flop on her bed, a small giggle escaping you as it's so bouncy while she just admires your cuteness. As soon as you've had enough fun bouncing on her mattress, you sit up and beckon her over, her stalking up to you which has your cheeks heating up at the way her eyes darken.

"Is this ok Detka?" she breathes out, her legs moving to straddle your waist as her hands rest on your shoulders cautiously.

"Yes," you sigh out and the tone of your voice is already desperate, your body craving for her to do something already but she just sits there in your lap, letting her fingers play with the hair at the back of your neck. The green eyes that you love so much scan over your features in adoration, taking in the moment of you waiting for her to dosomething, anything.

It feels like you're waiting an eternity until she lowers her face to yours, her lips barely putting any pressure on yours as they briefly brush over them. Your eyes flutter close when you feel her hands cup your jaw, waiting for her to kiss you, to crash her lips to yours, to do anything at this point as you just wait, wait and wait.

When she feels like she's savoured the moment enough, she kisses you. She kisses you like she's been starved of your lips forever; it's hot, it's desperate, it's everything you wanted it to be. You can't do anything but melt into her touch, hand clutching at her waist to ground yourself as all you can think of is her lips moving against yours, her body pressed up against yours, her soft fingers threading through your hair, just her.

You moan into the kiss when her hands move to venture across your body, gliding over the expanse of your back, yours moving to rest on her curves as she steals your breath away. She's somehow gentle, dominant and desperate all in one as she claims your lips over and over again, forever wanting more of you while you're panting under her, opening your eyes to stare at her with significantly darker ones while you pull back to try and regain your breath.

A borderline sinister smirk replaces the soft smile that you're used to as she knows the effect she has on you, the way you crumble under her touch, and she loves it. Her finger moves to lift your chin, her eyes darkened with lust as she intoxicates you with just a simple look, breath hitching at the predatory glint that was there for a moment

"You're so beautiful Detka," she murmurs lovingly, softly and the contrasting tone is done purposely to drive you that little bit crazier. Your hands boldly move to slide under her jumper to rest on the skin of her hips and fuck her body is so soft under your touch.

"Fuck Wanda," you groan out, her hands tugging you by your hair back to her lips as she needs more. "Do you have any idea what you do to me?" you breathe out against her lips, pressing your forehead against hers. A low chuckle escapes her and that alone sends arousal straight between your legs, the throbbing heat building there becoming unbearable.

"I want to ruin you, Detka," she pants, her mouth next to your ear now as her hot breath tickles the side of your face, the sultry tone of her voice making you whine pathetically. "Just... Not yet," she whispers, pulling back from you with flushed cheeks, kiss swollen lips and an apologetic look as she can see how worked up you are, the small whimper that spills from your lips not almost cracking her self restraint. Almost.

You know why she's stopping and you're glad in a way she is, not ready to go that far just yet, but part of you wants to, the need to ease the heat between your thighs begging you to kiss her again, to let her do whatever she wants to you. You give in for a moment, kissing her once more but letting it die down into a soft movement of lips pressing together, passion and emotion being poured into it instead of hunger and desire.

"I'm sorry if I got carried away," she whispers with slightly concerned eyes as your forehead just moves to rest against hers.

"You didn't," you reply, eyes still shut, ears intently listening to the steady breaths coming from both of you. Fluttering your eyes open, you see her still worried expression that she went to far, wanting to reassure her. "I promise," you say, nose brushing hers while your lips barely touch hers, your tone soft and comforting, "I promise you didn't, I loved every second of it."

"Good," she mutters back, your lips still grazing each other's making you smile.

"Good," you breathe out, moving your hands to her waist and pull her close for a hug, your head resting on her shoulder while you let yourself enjoy the moment of her in your arms, tranquillity taking over the room.

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