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I'm having a little trouble with the background, but I hope to finish it soon so I can continue with the TFC comic for my AU hotel.
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Humble WIP of my OC's comic. :3
I'm having a little trouble with the background, but I hope to finish it soon so I can continue with the TFC comic for my AU hotel.
Where’re your boots!
Happy Valentine’s Day!🩷🩷
Anyway here’s the loveliest girl ever for a love filled day <3
WANDA MAXIMOFF: For As Long As You'll Let Me (The Woman Next Door)
CHAPTER FIVE: UNPACKING
chapter four here
“Let’s get my things inside before the sun melts us.”
Wanda stepped away from the car, grabbing another bag from the back seat. I balanced the box in my arms and followed her up the short walkway toward the house. The late morning heat pressed down on the driveway, the kind that made the air shimmer faintly above the pavement.
Wanda opened the front door first. “After you,” she said.
I stepped inside with the box, the cool air of the house immediately replacing the heat from outside. Wanda came in right behind me, the door closing softly behind her.
“Kitchen counter?” I asked.
“For now,” she said.
I set the box down near the edge of the counter. Wanda placed her bag beside it and brushed a few loose strands of hair behind her ear.
“Well,” she said, glancing at the small pile of things now sitting on the counter. “That wasn’t so bad.”
“There’s more in the car,” I said.
Wanda sighed dramatically. “Oh no.” Then she smiled again. “Guess we better keep going, huh?”
We stepped back outside. The next few trips were quieter. Suitcases. A small box of books. Another bag. Each time we crossed the driveway and stepped back into the house. Each time we passed each other in the doorway or the hallway. The house started slowly filling with signs that Wanda actually lived there now. Her purse sitting near the kitchen chair. A sweater draped over the back of the couch. A few books stacked neatly on the coffee table. By the time we carried the last suitcase upstairs, the rhythm of it felt almost normal. Wanda walked ahead of me down the hallway. The suitcase wheels rolled softly behind her across the wooden floor. She pushed the guest room door open with her foot.
“Alright,” she said.
The suitcase landed near the bed with a quiet thud. Wanda stood there for a moment with her hands on her hips, surveying the room again.
“Well.” She turned toward me. “Home sweet home, I suppose.”
I leaned against the doorframe. “Looks good.”
Wanda smiled. “I’ll make it feel more like mine eventually.”
She stepped closer to the dresser, opening one of the drawers to check the space. Then she glanced back toward me again. “You alright standing there like a guard?”
“I’m not guarding anything.”
Wanda laughed softly. “You’re hovering.”
“I’m helping.”
“You carried boxes,” she said.
“That's gotta count.” I shrugged slightly.
Wanda closed the drawer again. Then she walked back toward the door, toward me. Close enough that I had to straighten slightly to avoid blocking her path.
But instead of stepping past me— She stopped. Her eyes lifted to mine. That familiar amused look returned again.
“You know,” she said softly.
My stomach flipped slightly. “What?”
“You’re a very attentive roommate.”
I huffed a quiet breath. “I’m just being polite.”
Wanda tilted her head. “Mhm.” Her hand lifted. Before I could react, she brushed her fingers lightly across the front of my hoodie again. Flattening the fabric near my collar. “Very polite,” she repeated. Then her hand lingered there for a second. Her eyes studying my face again. “And very easy to fluster.”
Her fingers were still resting lightly against the front of my hoodie. Like she had every reason to be touching me.
My brain scrambled for something to say. “I’m not that easy to—”
Wanda raised one eyebrow. My sentence died immediately. She laughed softly. “Oh sweetheart,” she said. Her fingers smoothed the fabric once more before letting go. “You absolutely are.”
I rubbed the back of my neck again. “That’s not fair.”
“Why not?”
“You’re doing it on purpose.”
Wanda’s smile widened slightly. “Of course I am.”
The honesty of the answer made my stomach flip. She stepped past me into the hallway. For a moment her shoulder brushed mine. The contact was brief but warm through the fabric of our clothes. Wanda walked a few steps toward the staircase before pausing. Her gaze drifted toward my bedroom door. Still half open. “That your room?” she asked again.
“Yeah.”
She glanced back at me. “You going to show me sometime?”
My brain stalled. “Show you what?”
“Your room.” Her expression stayed perfectly innocent. But the playful glint in her eyes gave her away.
“…maybe later,” I said.
Wanda chuckled. “Mysterious.”
She leaned one shoulder against the hallway wall. Arms folding loosely. “You know when you were younger,” she said thoughtfully, “you barely said five words to me at church.”
“I said hi.”
“Yes,” she said. Her smile softened slightly. “You said hi.” She studied my face again. “But you always watched.”
My chest tightened slightly. Wanda noticed the reaction. Her head tilted again. “I’m not imagining that, am I?”
I looked down at the floorboards. “…no.”
Wanda hummed softly. Her eyes stayed on me for a moment longer. Then she pushed herself off the wall. “Well,” she said lightly. “You don’t have to just watch anymore.”
I looked up. Wanda walked back toward the guest room door. Her hand rested briefly on the frame. She glanced back at me over her shoulder. Her eyes warm. “Now we actually live in the same house.”
The statement landed differently than it should have. Wanda smiled again. Then added softly— “And I’m very fond of having you around, Sam.”
The words stayed in the hallway for a moment. I didn’t know what to do with them. Wanda held my gaze for a second longer. Then she smiled again and stepped back into the guest room. “Well,” she said lightly. “Let me show you what kind of mess I’ve brought with me.”
I followed her inside. The suitcase sat open on the bed now. Wanda unzipped it the rest of the way and folded the top flap back. Inside were neatly folded clothes. A small jewelry box. A few books tucked along one side. She began lifting things out piece by piece. The quiet in the room felt different from earlier.
Less tense. More… domestic.
Wanda walked to the dresser and opened the top drawer. “Do you mind handing me that sweater?” she asked.
I stepped forward and picked it up from the bed. The fabric was soft. Light blue. When I passed it to her, our fingers brushed again.
Wanda smiled faintly. “Thank you, darling.” She folded the sweater neatly into the drawer. Then reached for the next item. “You don’t have to just stand there,” she said.
“I don’t mind.”
Wanda glanced back at me. Her expression softened slightly. “You always like helping people?”
“Sometimes.”
She nodded thoughtfully. “That’s a good trait.”
Another shirt went into the drawer. Then another. The soft rustle of fabric filled the room. After a minute, Wanda spoke again. “You said you’ve got classes this week, right?”
“Yeah.”
“What are you taking right now?”
I leaned against the wall beside the dresser. “Business management. Accounting. Marketing.”
Wanda whistled softly. “That’s a lot.”
“It’s manageable.”
She smiled. “I bet it is.”
Her eyes moved slowly across my face again.“You’ve always been a hard worker.”
I shrugged. “My dad expects it.”
Wanda closed the drawer gently. “Well I think it’s impressive.” She turned toward me again. Her hands resting lightly on the dresser. “Running companies someday isn’t small work.”
My stomach flipped slightly. “I’ve got time.”
Wanda’s gaze softened again. “Still.” Her voice lowered slightly. “I think you’re going to do very well.”
I looked down again. “…thanks.”
Wanda watched the reaction with quiet amusement. Then she reached for the small jewelry box on the bed. “Hold on a second.”
She opened it carefully. Inside were a few delicate necklaces and rings. Wanda lifted one of the necklaces out. The thin chain caught the afternoon light from the window.
“You mind?”
I blinked. “What?”
“Help me with this.” She stepped closer. Close enough that I could smell her perfume again. Then she turned around. Her hair lifted slightly as she gathered it with one hand, exposing the back of her neck. “Clasp’s always tricky,” she said softly. The necklace hung loosely between her fingers.
My brain took a second to catch up. “Oh— yeah.” I stepped closer. The chain was cool between my fingers. Wanda stood still in front of me. Her hair still lifted away from her neck. My hands hovered for a second before finding the clasp. The small metal hook clicked into place after a moment.
“There,” I said quietly.
Wanda lowered her hair again. Then she turned back toward me. Her eyes studied my face. Her fingers brushed lightly across the necklace now resting against her collarbone.
“Perfect.” Then her smile returned. “See?” Her hand lifted briefly to squeeze my shoulder again. “Very helpful roommate.”
Her hand was still resting on my shoulder. The light squeeze lingered for a moment before her fingers slid away again. But she didn’t step back. We were still standing close. Closer than normal people usually stood when a task was already finished. Wanda noticed that too. Her eyes moved slowly across my face. Taking in the slight tension in my shoulders. The way my hands had dropped awkwardly back to my sides. The way my gaze flicked down toward the floor again. Her smile curved just a little.
“You’re thinking very hard right now,” she said softly.
I blinked. “What?”
“That look again.” Her head tilted slightly. “Like you’re trying to figure out where to put your hands.”
I immediately shoved them into the pockets of my shorts. Wanda laughed quietly. “Oh sweetheart.” Her hand lifted again.
Before I could react, her fingers hooked gently around one of my wrists and pulled it back out of my pocket.
“Don’t hide them,” she said. Her touch was light. Not forcing. Just guiding.
My pulse jumped again. Wanda studied my face. “See?” She turned my wrist slightly again, the chain bracelet catching the sunlight from the window. “I like this one.” Her thumb brushed across the metal. “It suits you.”
“Thanks,” I muttered.
Her fingers lingered around my wrist a moment longer. Then she released it. But instead of stepping away— She leaned slightly closer. Just enough that the space between us felt noticeably smaller.
“You get quiet when I touch you,” she said softly.
I glanced up at her. Her eyes held mine. Curious. Amused.
“…I don’t know what to say,” I admitted.
Wanda’s smile softened. “You don’t always have to say something.”
Her hand lifted again. This time it rested lightly against the side of my arm. Gentle. “You can just exist around me, Sam.”
My chest tightened slightly. Wanda watched my reaction carefully. Then her thumb brushed lightly across my sleeve again. “And breathe,” she added with a quiet laugh.
I exhaled slowly without realizing I’d been holding my breath.
“There you go,” she murmured.
Her hand squeezed my arm once more. Then finally— She stepped back. Just a little. Enough to give me space again. But the warmth in her expression stayed exactly the same.
“Alright,” she said, clapping her hands together softly. “If I keep unpacking we might actually get this room organized.” She gestured toward the suitcase on the bed. “Think you can handle one more helpful task, darling?”
I nodded. “Yeah.”
Wanda gestured toward the suitcase. “Hand me those shirts?”
I stepped closer to the bed and picked up the small stack of folded clothes. The cotton fabric was still warm from the sunlight coming through the window. Wanda opened the next drawer. “Right here.”
I passed the shirts over one by one. Our fingers brushed each time she took one. Wanda didn’t rush the movement. Each shirt got folded again carefully before she placed it in the drawer.
“You’re very patient,” she said after a moment.
“With what?”
“Helping me move in.”
I shrugged. “It’s not hard.”
Wanda smiled faintly. “Still.” Another shirt went into the drawer. “I appreciate it.”
I nodded. “It's really no problem.” The last shirt disappeared into the dresser and Wanda closed the drawer softly.
“That’s most of the clothes.” She looked around the room again. The suitcase on the bed was nearly empty now. The dresser had a few neatly filled drawers. Her books sat stacked on the nightstand. Her purse rested on the chair near the window. The room already felt different. Less like a guest room. More like someone actually lived there.
“Well,” she said quietly. “This is starting to feel like home.”
The word hung in the air for a moment. Home. She glanced at me again. “You’ve lived here your whole life, haven’t you?”
“Pretty much.”
Wanda nodded slowly. “I like it.” Her fingers brushed lightly across the top of the dresser as she spoke. “It’s peaceful.”
“It can get boring sometimes.”
Wanda laughed softly. “Oh sweetheart.” She stepped closer again. Her hand rested briefly against my shoulder. “Peaceful isn’t boring.” Her thumb brushed across the fabric of my hoodie once more. “It just means you can breathe.” The quiet tone of her voice made something warm settle in my chest. Wanda gave my shoulder a final gentle squeeze before letting go.
“Now.” She looked toward the hallway. “You eaten lunch yet?”
“No.”
Wanda nodded thoughtfully. “Well we should probably fix that.”
She walked toward the door. I followed her into the hallway. Wanda glanced toward my bedroom again as we passed it. Then she looked back at me.
“You cook?” she asked.
“A little.”
Wanda’s smile returned. “Good.” She started down the stairs. “Because I’m hungry.” Halfway down she looked back over her shoulder. Her eyes bright again. “And I plan on keeping you fed while you finish that business degree of yours.”
And something about it made my chest feel unexpectedly warm.
OC
Taylor’s birthday post from last year and other things
Today sucked, but at least I have an Oc to cheer me up (save me sailor)
