#reading your ask gave me the same feeling I get when watching a cute romance anime

[aibloomie]

WEEE YESS AHAHHA i’m surprised i didn’t die of embarrassment when she sat on my lap 😭😭 she calls me sweetheart and darling as a joke cus she knows it makes me blush 💀

once she was cold so i let her borrow my hoodie and she looked just so pretty in it i just AAAA (can you tell how much i like her)

yeah australia has been good so far!!! but im starting to gain an australian accent and i’m dying

BAHHAHAH yeah honestly the reassurance made me wanna cry😭 i wanted to stay in her embrace and never let go

yes yes i kept the letter!!! i’m a very sentimental person so i keep all the letters people give me

i should make this into a movie i could earn so much money 😻😻

OK fun fact part of my name (the lovesick part), i made it a bit after i left and i did lovesick bcs i was like,,,, lovesick of her ⁉️ does that make sense 😭😭 like i missed her so much and i was rlly in love AHAHHA

SHE CALLS YOU WHAT?? omg boo <33 people would kill to have your love story (i'm people 😣 /j) that's so cute though she has so much power, being able to make you flustered and everything

the feeling you get after seeing someone wearing YOUR clothes or even accessories is so unmatched PLEASE 😭 and yes your big and sweet crush on her is very obvious in the best and most soul lifting way possible THIS IS SO CUTE I'M SMILING SO HARD RIGHT NOW

picking up on accents and slang from other countries is so cool though OMG

aww </3 I hope you get to hug her like that in the future if you guys meet up one day

as someone who loves writing letters, that makes me so happy to hear 😭 there's genuinely people like you who keep them and appreciate them THAT'S SO NICE

you'll be a billionaire if you make it into a movie 😩 you can make merch and everything too

the fact that she ended up becoming a part of your blog through your url is so cute <3

[hwasdvlly]

Be With You | j.yunho

➳ summary: he takes his lover on a date with a furry friend.

➳ pairing: yunho x fem!reader

➳ genres: romance, fluff, and slice of life

➳ word count: 0.7k words

➳ warnings/tags: none. established relationship, idol!yunho, non-idol!reader, cute moments, childhood friends, a lovely doggie

➳ a/n: tysm for having me reach 100 followers! i decided to write something wholesome and it's with puppy yunho

Today’s going to be a fun day for Yunho.

He has on his Spiderman graphic t-shirt, denim pants, and sneakers. The tall, handsome man drives to his girlfriend’s place because he is going on a date. Before debuting in ATEEZ, Yunho met someone who was his best friend at first and soon became his one and only lover. He even wanted his soulmate to have something while he was away overseas.

So, he adopted a precious and super cute golden retriever as a gift. 

You and Yunho named the dog Zzangmon. 

The golden retriever is a very hyperactive boy who shares the same energy as his dad. You thought it was intentional because Atinys and the guys would say Yunho is like a big puppy. It turns out to be his idea for a long time. Nevertheless, you are grateful that Yunho recused the sweet fluffball.

Zzangmon has been Atiny’s favorite dog friend. The workers of KQ Entertainment and the big boss adores him. You picked out his name after Yunho’s TEEZMON because he brings positive vibes whenever you are down or full of stress. 

After driving to your apartment, Yunho was greeted by his double with four legs. “Zzang! Appa missed you!” The idol sits on the floor to pet the mess out of the golden retriever. He gave his furry prince kisses and all of the love that was missed for half a year. 

“Someone’s excited to see appa.” You got out of your room in your cute casual wear clothes. You can tell Zzangmon acts differently whenever Yunho visits. The fluffball is calm with you but a burst of energy with Yunho. 

“I am too!” He hugs his furry prince by the neck and sees his tail wagging like crazy. 

Soon enough, Yunho puts on a harness and a leash on Zzangmon. “Okay! Onward to the convenience store!” He shouted with his fist raised in the air. 

You opened the door and stepped outside with a backpack filled with Zzangmon’s essentials. Yunho is about to walk before Zzangmon, but he gets surprised when his dog pulls him forward with a strong force. Yunho almost fell face-first to the ground. You couldn’t hold your laughter because seeing your love’s shocked face was hilarious. 

Yunho puts a hand over his heart. “He has gotten bigger and stronger!” He is astounded by the furry prince. You skipped up to Yunho and hugged his arm. You lay your head onto his bicep because he is much taller than you. 

“He also remembers his appa.” You stated, which amazed your boyfriend. 

His doe-like eyes widen. “You’re right! I am surprised that he does.” He watches Zzangmon walk so freely like there is no care in the world. You tell Yunho about an article that you read a while back. “It stated that canines can remember people from their scent. So, Zzangmon must’ve caught your scent, despite being miles apart.” After giving the information to Yunho, he is impressed and overjoyed by how smart his dog is. He also feels thankful that are you with him. Even when times are rough, he would be thinking of you. 

He places a kiss on the crown of your head. You quickly look up at him with a flustered expression. Yunho smirks so handsomely that your face is red as a rose. He can be affectionate in public and in private, and it’ll make you extremely bashful. 

Once the trio arrived in the city, you went to a convenience store. Yunho stayed outside with Zzangmon as he waited for you. Suddenly, two Atinys spotted the idol and the dog in the streets. They went up to the pair and politely asked Yunho to take a photo with him. The idol happily accepts the request. He also allowed his fans to give pets to Zzangmon. 

While that’s happening, you witness the interaction from the inside as you pay for the items. You smiled at your generous boyfriend. He is so kind-hearted to his fans and everyone else around him. It’s one of the many reasons why you love Yunho. Regardless of his idol life, he is still the same friendly boy you met in middle school. 

You thanked the cashier, and exited the store to notify Yunho that you bought his favorite snacks and drinks. You also purchased some snacks for yourself because it’s going to be a long yet nice day at the park, especially for Zzangmon. 

On the way there, you fed Yunho chips. You don’t mind babying him because he enjoys it, and he does get whiny if you just leave him on the spot. In essence, you have two golden retrievers in your life. 

[starsomens]

Can you perhaps write a Noah one shot where it involves person A fell first but person B fell harder

Note: ooo cute! I made Noah person A and Y/N person B. I feel like this isn't my best work but I also think it's really cute, I hope it's okay

*ring ring* the small bell of your cafe rung. You turn and smile to the person who walks in

"ah, look who it is! My best and favorite customer" you say coming to lean on the counter of your front desk. You owned a very small and secluded, but popular cafe and bookstore.

"And it's my favorite cafe bookstore owner. How have you been?" Noah asked as he leaned on the counter. Noah had often passed your small place whenever he was back home in LA, but never went in. He then saw a sign posted outside that read "2 books for 1 coffee" So he had decided to go in and see what it was about.

"So, do I have to buy 2 books to get a coffee?" he asked

"No, not at all. All I ask is for some book donations in place for coffee. The books are then put out for sale or donated sometimes. So, just passing on a book to the next person kind of thing." you smiled at him. It was that smile. That’s what started it all and kept him coming back every time he could.

“So how did the tour go?” You ask him fixing him a cup of coffee. He’s come back so often you know how he likes his cup

“Really tiring but it was amazing.” He admitted “how have the books I’ve brought you been?” He returned the question

“Well, I did read through them and I surprisingly really liked the crime and horror one you gave in! I read through it so fast it was over before I knew it!” You usually read the books he brought before putting them on the floor to give.

Truth was you kinda had a feeling he had a thing for you. More because people kept on telling you and you had finally pieced one and one together. You had finally realized you had some feeling for him when he had gone on tour the first time and you missed him deeply.

You kept telling yourself that it was just a Silly crush that cousins work because of his career. Someone like him couldn’t have had feelings for you! Could he?…

“That’s really good. What about the extra one I threw in there?” He asked

“The romance caught me off guard because you usually don’t bring stuff like that. I haven’t finished it just yet though. ” you inform “I’m nearing the end!”

“Huh. How about we sit down while you finish it?” He asked grabbing the cup of coffee, motioning told his usual spot.

“That sounds really nice” you smile at him grabbing the book and coming around the counter “so why did you pick romance this time around if I could ask?” You ask pulling the chair out and taking a seat

“Oh you’ll see” he giggled.

If he was honest. He was so SO nervous! There was a purpose for this specific book! He never read romance, not until he met you that was. So before he left for tour he left a couple of books in hopes you’d make it to the romance novel in time.

“You know i really did miss you coming around” you admit as you look out of the window. Watching as the clouds began to form, raining was soon to come.

“Awh how sweet” he said slightly sarcastically as he sipped the arm drink “don’t worry I missed coming here too”

“Whenever the bell rang I kinda hoped it was you when I turned” you chuckle “instead it’ll be a group of girls, or my best friend or even that weird guy from the video game store” you said with a slight cringe. He knew exactly who you were speaking about. There was a video game store employee who’s come in nearly every day at the same time to order something complicated just to speak to you longer. Most of the time he would hit on you and it had gotten very annoying even after saying ‘no’.

Some days Noah was there and was able to have the conversation cut short. But since he’s been on tour it’s been tough.

“He’s still trying? Even after 100 rejections?” He asked shocked and you just nod

“I don’t know how else to tell him” you shrug as you open the book only having 3 pages left to read "Kinda feel bad at the same time."

“I could tell him for you” he thought to himself

"You know this is really nice," you said flipping the page "just sitting here with you and coffee you know?"

"Yeah I know....Y/N you know when I was on tour. I did have a lot to think about" he said sticking his hand in the pocket of his hoodie. His hands fidgeting with something

"I can only imagine. Even with all of shows you had to prepare for?" you ask

"Yeah, you can say it's pretty important if it's got my attention during tour" his leg began to bounce "and I just thought that once I got back I should tell you in person instead of just a text"

"Awh how thought- wait. Noah," your eyebrows scrunch together as you examine the book "The book is missing a page! It's the end where he finally confesses! Did you buy it this way?" you ask shocked

"No, no you're right it is where he confesses I just." he pulls out a folded page "have the end with me. Liked it so much I had to take it with me."

You look at him puzzled. What could he have possibly liked about it so much that he ripped the page out.

“Noah, you’re acting weird. More than usual that is” you poke at him

“Oh I’m weird?” He shoots back “why don’t you read what I underlined for me?”

“Okay…” you look to the page and see some words and letters are underlined. “____” your name spelled out “will….you…please….let me…call you….mine?” You were completely lost and once it came to you, you’re entire face burned up! You could feel the blood rushing to your cheeks. Your eyes dart between the page and the mischievous smile on Noah’s face , he had this planed all along?!

“Look ever since I came here I thought. I thought….so many things about you. You were so nice and really cool and had great conversations with me.” He admits “then I started noticing how you’d make my heart race. How everyday felt better after seeing or hearing form you. You’re gorgeous, you’re generous, you’re just….so amazing. I knew that I felt something for you…but then I had to go on tour.” He said with a guilty tone

You thought you had feelings before but now it was on a different level. You could feel your heart taking leaps in your chest. Your hands flaky, your mind racing. How could you have fallen so hard and so easily?!

“I….I…” you didn’t know what to say you were just star struck!

“Well?” He chuckled nervously “I-I know it’s kinda corny but you know. You have the book store thing going on and thought it might be cute to-“

“Yes.”

“What?”

“YES- ahem. I mean” you take a breath “I’d, love to go out on a date with you” you smile softly. You test the waters and reach over for his hand that laid on the table. His tattooed hand taking your own and wrapping it in warmth.

“So I’ll take that as you liked the lil plan?” He asked

“I loved it. I didn’t take you for such a romantic Mr.Sebastian” you tease him getting up from your seat and he stood with you

“Well, you could say the thing I was thinking about on tour, or rather the person, was important enough to make me romantic” he smiled pulling you in for a hug

“Good to know”

「✨Taglist✨」 @lilhobgobbler @cncohshit @vir-tual @tdopomymind @concretenoah @noah-seb-omens

[goddess-aelin]

Peonies and Poplars

Written for Day 12 of Rowaelin Month-Meet Cute/Meet Ugly

@rowaelinscourt

Masterlist

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: none!

Aelin had just put her hand on the last copy of Peonies and Poplars, the newest release in her favorite book series by R.J. White, set directly after Violets and Verbena and Tulips and Tithona. Aelin didn’t just want the book, she needed it like she needed air to breathe. She had to find out what happened to the titular character, Selena, who just got captured by Lord Westbrooke, her father’s greatest enemy. Aelin just knew that Selena’s star-crossed lover, Sir Rollins would rush to save her, but at what cost?

She was filled with glee at the prospect of doing a binge-read tonight.

Though, the moment her hand touched the book, another hand, slightly larger and tanner, did the same. She slowly turned to the offender, glaring just enough that anyone else would’ve started running. But this man just gave her a small smirk right back. Aelin’s eyes narrowed even more while the hulking brute clenched his jaw.

“I’m sorry,” she said as she tried to pull the book toward her. “I need this and since I was here first, I’ll just take that.” She tried to give a harder yank on the book, which was now held between them, to no avail.

“Well, seeing as we got here at the same time, Princess, I don’t think that’s exactly accurate.” He gave a yank in response to hers.

Still holding onto the book like it was her lifeline, Aelin once again narrowed her eyes. “Guess we’ll just have to settle this the old fashioned way.”

“Mhmm and how’s that?” The man rolled his eyes. “Flipping a coin?”

Aelin let out a humorless cackle. “Ha. As if I’d be so stupid. No, we have to have a good, old fashioned ‘who knows it best’ standoff.”

The man scoffed. “What does that even mean?”

“It means…” she paused for dramatic effect. When he raised his eyebrows in annoyance, she continued, “that whoever knows the trivia of the book best gets to keep the book.”

“As if I’d lose.” He had an amused look on his face..too amused. She should’ve known then.

“You’re telling me that you, Mr. Tall and Brutish, think you know this fantasy romance series better than I do?”

“Fantasy Romance has no gender stipulation, Princess. And judging by your attitude, I have a feeling you’d fit right in with Lord Westbrooke’s daughters.”

Aelin gasped. “You little–”

“Uh uh, Princess,” He nodded toward the small child standing at the end of the aisle, watching them with wide eyes and a gaping mouth. “There are tiny ears here, no cursing, please.”

Aelin knew her face was turning as red as a tomato. This man was infuriating.

“Fine,” she whisper-yelled. “First question, Buzzard. What did Selena’s sister tell her before she ran off to meet Sir Rollins?”

A smirk crossed his face. “Well, first, I’d ask which sister you’re talking about, since she has two. Nice try tricking me. But Alicent told her that their family would never accept Sir Rollins and Magdalena told her that she’d cover for her and to go be happy.” The man gave her a self-satisfied smirk and Aelin pursed her lips. “My turn next.” The man started tapping his free hand on his chin and she could tell whatever his question was was going to be terrible. “Who is considered the best character in the series?”

“WHAT?! That’s an opinion question! This isn’t even fair!”

“Rules are rules, Princess.”

Aelin’s hand started to shake and a noise of frustration left her mouth. She probably looked like a petulant child but she didn’t care at the moment. This man was done. Even if she didn’t answer his stupid question right in his eyes, she was going to be going home with this book. “The best character in the entire series is obviously Selena. She’s amazing and witty and beautiful. She’s everything anyone could ever want and she’s just…she’s the best.”

The man clicked his tongue a few times, forming a “tsk-ing” sound. “Sorry, but that’s the wrong answer.”

“How can it be a wrong answer if it’s my opinion!?”

“Well, I actually agree with you that Selena is the best but if you remember on page three-hundred and fifty-six of Tulips and Tithona, Lord Westbrooke actually proclaims himself to be the best lord in all the land.” He gave her a smirk that she wanted to absolutely rip off of his face. Or kiss. Wait, what?

This…this absolute bastard. He knew she’d get worked up. And he knew she would get distracted. And knew she’d answer with Selena. With a final burst of strength, she tried to rip the book out of his hands, only serving to cause her to lose her balance and fall straight onto her ass.

“Miss are you okay?” The concerned voice came not from the handsome yet ridiculously terrible man in front of her but from the clerk of the store. She nodded. “Okay, great. Just to let you two know, we’re closing. Please bring anything to the front for purchase.”

She nodded, the silver haired man just standing there, looking at her with a bewildered expression. He reached a hand down to help her up but she chose to just roll her eyes at him. She didn’t need his help. She dusted herself off, leaving the man standing between the stacks and hightailing it out the door. All she wanted was the book, and now she left with a bruised ass and an even more bruised dignity.

She stopped down the street from the shop, ducking into a small alcove and putting her hands over her face. She made such a fool of herself in there and she wasn’t sure how she was going to live it down. Hopefully she would never see the clerk or the man ever again. That shop was now off her list of places to go to.

With a deep breath, she pushed off the wall and started making her way back toward her apartment.

“Miss, wait!” She turned to see the clerk from the store running after her, bag in hand. “You forgot this!”

Aelin gave him a bewildered look. “I didn’t buy anything.”

The man shrugged. “Maybe not, but it was bought for you.” Aelin just stood there as he handed her the bag and jogged back to the shop.

She opened the bag to find the same copy of Peonies and Poplars that she was just fighting over. Did that buzzard just…buy her a copy? She took the beautiful hardcover out of the bag, admiring the golden sprayed edges and embossed flowers on the cover. Opening the front cover, she saw a bright green sticky note on the cover page.

“If you want to talk more about the book, my number is 234-7783. -R”

Directly under the sticky note was a freshly inked autograph, signed R.J. White.

Aelin could only stand there as it sunk in that she just didn’t just fight over a copy of the book. She fought over a copy of the book, with the Author.

A/N: this absolutely will have a second part. I can’t just leave it like that 😜

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[kaylinalexanderbooks]

OC questionnaire

Thanks to @elsie-writes here, @mysticstarlightduck here, @riverkaplan here, and @somethingclevermahogony here!

My previous questionnaires:

Robbie, Gwen, Maddie, Noelle, Jedi, and Kelsey here.

Carmen, George, Akash, Sam, Lexi, and Ash here.

Gabriel, Carla, Parker, Rose, Alex, and Ewan here.

Liam, Hye-Jin, Wendy, Wade, Issa, and CJ here.

Below the cut I will do: Teo, Niri, Jazlyn, Anathi!

#1- Teo

Do you believe in the paranormal?

“Sis, my boyfriend literally can heal a broken arm in seconds. You would not believe the shit I've seen Parker do just because Wade can heal him. Oh yeah, and Parker literally is an airbender. How can I not? If a vampire walked into the school I wouldn't blink.”

What oddly-specific T-shirt would you wear?

“This shirt that says ‘born to shit, forced to wipe,’ I want it so much you don't understand.”

Do you usually cry at sad moments or happy moments or both?

“Definitely sad moments. I mean, I would not put it past me to cry when happy, but I can't make it through sad movies, man. Not at all.”

#2- Niri

Where is your favorite place in the world?

“I have an easy answer to this. Carla and George have a quiet room in their house. I can go there if I feel too overwhelmed or if I want to be alone for a bit. The room also has good lighting. I like it if someone joins me, though usually just a few people at the same time. Otherwise my reason for going into the room is ruined. [He smiles slightly.] I like everyone in the Aequales. Although there is a lot of people.”

What food do you hate the most?

“I dislike pasta. Pasta is not bad. It tastes good. But the texture really bothers me. I cannot eat spaghetti.”

Do you like watching sunsets or sunrises?

“Yes. I 100-percent love sunsets and sunrises. I am an artist. Maybe that's the reason. I feel inspired. New day, too.”

#3- Jazlyn

If you could only wear one outfit for the rest of your life, what would it be?

“I would wear a tank top and shorts, easily. Why? Well, I think it would be fun, definitely make me stick out among the modest Utahns I'm forced to interact with. But also they show off how good of shape I'm in. And girl, I'm in good shape. It's hard to find pants for me, since I'm mostly legs. So why not show them off? I'd probably wear cute sandals, the necklace Ewan gave me, and my gorgeous hoop earrings.”

Who's the person you trust more than anyone else in the world?

“Obviously, Ewan. He is the kindest person I know. He would never do anything wrong.”

What's your dream job?

“I would actually find sales fun. I plan to get a marketing degree when I go to college next year. It seems fun to convince people what to buy.”

More Jazlyn: OC interview

#4- Anathi

Who in this world do you trust most, and why?

“... I guess Tyler. Kinda by default. He actually listens to me. Always kept promises, too. I relied on him for many reasons.”

What was your favorite place in the world when you were young

“The park. Where I could hang out with other kids. Before my powers kicked in.”

What is your favorite memory?

“When Tyler and I first met, we talked for hours. I would like to experience that feeling again.”

I haven't written for Anathi yet so this was probably only okay. Shorter responses are intentional tho

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How do you make decisions? Long deliberation, or impulse? Logic or emotions?

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[echoes-world]

at my worst  (1)

Before we begin! Take this guide:

‘ Thoughts.'

“Speaking.”

‘ Telepathy.'

‘Direct telepathy.'

Also in this fic lets pretend Ku can turn on and off his x ray vision...

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Throughout his entire existence, Saiki Kusuo was the one (besides Nendo) who had never been invested in romance or anything remotely similar. Which was strange, considering his parents were very romantic and affectionate individuals. However, because his older brother Kusuke was also far from being a lover, they were not surprised at their youngest son’s romantic-less life.

Which is why when Kusuke showed up with you trailing after him like a baby duckling at their new years dinner, they all sported shocked expressions of various degrees.

You looked adorable, to say the least. Your dark blue hair was braided into twin tails, and the oversized sweater (which was Kusuke’s), coat and sweatpants swallowed your already tiny body up. However, the earmuffs and beanie flattened your bangs, covering half your face, not allowing for Kusuo to get a good look. He could’ve used his x-ray vision, but he didn’t particularly care for you or his brother enough to bother.

    “Is this your girlfriend, Kusuke?/Who’s this cute little thing?” The Saiki parents' questions bombarded the two intruders.

Kusuke bent and wrapped an arm around your shoulder. “This is my lovely friend (y/n)-chan! I met her a week ago at the airport and we’ve been hanging out! Her family’s busy so I invited her to our dinner! You all don’t mind, do you?”

As chaos ensued questioning why Kusuke hadn’t informed them that he had arrived a week ago and crying at the story, Kusuo looked over to you. Your thoughts were quiet- he really had to focus on them. They were various formats of ‘ I feel so bad they weren’t aware ahead of time! ’ and ‘Kusuke-kun was so kind to invite me!’

Kusuo wished he could read Kusuke’s thoughts. How were you already on a first name basis after a week? Kusuke was never one for girls- so he must be planning something. Perhaps under the kind, cute girl you were one of Kusuke’s robot experiments built for destroying the world.

After the introductions (in which Kusuo’s was: ‘I’m Saiki Kusuo. Please don’t talk to me.’) they found themselves having dinner while (y/n) answered questions from the parents.

    “What do your parents do to be busy on a special night?” (Kurimi)

    “You and Kusuke look adorable together!” (Kuniharu)

    “What college do you go to?”

    “Please date Ku-kun! I want grandbabies!”

One thing Kusuo noted about you, was that your voice never betrayed your thoughts.

    “They are fashion designers!” ( ‘my parents are so talented!’) “And, I’m actually still in high school… ” ( ‘I believe in second year? )

Kusuo stiffened. What did that mean?

    “Oh my! You’re the same age as Kuu-chan,” Kurumi’s eyes sparkled.

    ‘ Don’t bring me into this.’

    “What school do you go to?” Kuniharu immediately asked. Was it ignore Kusuo o’clock already?

    “She’s homeschooled!” Kusuke butted in, ruffling your beanie-covered head.

Kusuo’s eyebrow quirked up and he decided to tune into your head to see what was up. ‘ Woah, Kuusuke-kun is so cool !’ was the only thing running through your dumb head. What a disappointment.

    “Are you two joining us to the shrine?” Kurimi asked. ‘ Please say yes! Please say yes!’

Kusuke shook his head. “I’m taking (y/n) back home, it’s a bit far so we should take off.”

This sent both Kurimi and Kuniharu squealing in adorement, as everyone began getting up for goodbyes.

    “Goodbye, baby brother. Take care,” Kusuke smirked at him. What for? How would Kusuo know.

    ‘Die,’ Kusuo grumbled. He watched Kusuke skip to their parents, and jumped when he sensed you in front of him. Wow, you were small. He had to look down in order to see what was visible on your face.

You bowed politely with a c̶u̶t̶e̶ smile. “Thank you for having me! I’m very sorry about intruding on your family dinner. It was very nice to meet you, Saiki-san.”

Kusuo only nodded, and you gave a small wave as you moved on to thank his parents. As the pair closed the door behind them, the three Saikis began dressing for the shrine.

He was certainly going to wish for the demise of his older brother Kusuke. (and the robot machine, (y/n).)

[siancore]

Rating: M 

Content: Language; Dumbassery 

Words: 3K+

Summary: Sam and Bucky have an annual Anti-Valentine’s Day Movie Night where they eat junk food and watch crappy movies because Valentine’s Day is for suckers and schmucks and best spent with your friend doing the least-romantic shit possible. Too bad they’re both in love with one another...

A/N: Inspired by this glorious Richonne fic by @richonne4life 

For the @sambuckylibrary​ Valentine’s Day Bingo (I don’t know what square fill this will be, but I wanted to write something for it). 

 “Could it be any more obnoxious?” asked Bucky to himself as he held up the overly large teddy bear that was clutching a big red heart. “Is obnoxious the word? Mmm. Tacky, maybe?”

Steve snatched it away from his asshole of a best friend and said, “It’s actually adorable. You’re just – prickly.”

“Prickly?” asked Bucky with an unimpressed look of his face. “Just call me a prick. You can say it, Rogers. Go on. Say the word: Prick.”

“Who’s a prick?” a voice called out from the doorway; it was Sam.

“I am.”

“Bucky is.”

The pair of friends answered at the same time.

“Can’t’ argue with that,” said Sam playfully.

He smiled at them when he stepped inside. Bucky thought Sam’s gaze lingered on him a moment longer, before his eyes went wide when he saw the teddy bear Steve was hugging to his chest.

“What is that monstrosity of a thing?” asked Sam as he pointed towards bear.

“It’s not a monstrosity, it’s cute,” Steve defended. “And you would both think so, too, if you weren’t so offended by Valentine’s Day.”

“Fuck Valentine’s Day,” said Bucky, flatly.

“What he said,” Sam added, a little more noncommittal.

“I don’t know why the two of you are like this,” Steve said, placing the bear down on the countertop. “It’s actually a nice, sweet thing.”

“It’s a capitalist ploy that upholds heteronormative bullshit, wastes money, and leaves people who are single feeling inadequate and bad in general,” Bucky said, deadpan, as Sam eyed him and nodded his head.

“Gees, Buck. Lighten up. Being a little romantic won’t kill ya.”

“I’m plenty romantic,” Bucky retorted. “I just don’t see the point in buying flowers and chocolates and ugly ass teddy bears one day out of the year to show my special someone that they’re special to me.”

Steve sighed, having had this conversation with Bucky before, and said, “Okay, pal. I get it. I just – I want you to have nice things and be swept off your feet and feel romance, too.”

Steve’s eyes got big and soft, just like every time he had something heartfelt and earnest to say. He placed a hand to Bucky’s shoulder and added, “I don’t want you to be alone, especially on Valentine’s Day.”

“Fuck. Valentine’s. Day,” Bucky said firmly, even though his heart felt a little dull ache. “Besides, I won’t be alone. I’ll be with Sam.”

A brightness flickered in Steve’s eyes as he looked at Sam and then at Bucky. He went to say something that expressed his excitement, when Bucky said, “We’re having our annual Valentine’s Day is For Suckers Movie Night.”

“Oh,” said Steve. “That’s still a thing for you two?”

Steve met Sam’s eyes. There was a hint of something akin to sadness behind Sam’s stare. Sam looked down at his shoes.

“Of course it’s still a thing,” said Bucky. “We don’t need to observe this farce of a celebration. We’re one hundred percent happy to sit around the apartment in comfortable clothing, eat cheap takeout, and watch the most unromantic shit on TV, right Sammy?”

Something weird always happened inside of Sam’s chest when Bucky called him that. Sam looked up, gave a bright smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes, and said, “Right.”

Sam was supine on his bed reading an old paperback, when Steve knocked on the open door.

“Hey, man,” Sam answered as he placed the book down on his tummy and glanced at his friend.

Steve entered the room, picked a football up from the desk chair, and took up a seat.

“You okay, Sam?”

Sam let out a little sigh and then sat up on the bed.

“Yeah, course. Why wouldn’t I be?”

Steve gave him the raised eyebrow of concern and said, “Bucky.”

“Bucky and I are cool.”

“Yeah, no. I know. It’s just – he’s prickly sometimes. Do you really enjoy these Eff Valentine’s Day Movie Nights with him?”

“I love hangin’ out with him.”

“I know,” said Steve with a knowing look. “That’s why I’m askin’. I know exactly how much you love the time you spend with him. Just sayin’ it can’t be easy for you, having him talk about how anti-Valentine’s Day he is when you’re a huge romantic. And when those feelings of romance are aimed at him.”

“Damn it, Rogers,” said Sam as he leaped from the bed and rushed to close his bedroom door. “He’ll hear you.”

“So what? Maybe that’s a good thing,” said Steve. “Maybe it’s high time you told him about how you feel.”

“No way,” said Sam. “Fuck that.”

“Why?”

“Because he’s Bucky. We’re friends and roommates and he isn’t the romantic type. Even if he was, he wouldn’t feel like that about me.”

“How do you know that, Sam?”

“Because Bucky pretty much says what he thinks all the time,” said Sam with a little shrug of his shoulders and a plaintive look in his eyes. “If he felt anything towards me other than friendship, he’d have said already.”

Steve gave Sam a sympathetic look and said, “So, you’re happy to sit with him and watch god awful movies and listen to him shit all over something you actually used to enjoy?”

Sam placed his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants and glanced down at the floor.

“At least I get to be around him,” Sam replied, his voice laced with melancholy.

“You deserve romance, Sam.”

“Maybe,” Sam replied. “Maybe I need to get over this silly crush on Bucky and just move on.”

“Or you could tell him how you feel.”

“Yeah, I need to move on and get over him.”

Steve sighed and whispered, “Oh my god, my friends are dumbasses.”

“Stevie? What d’ya think is the least romantic meal ever?” asked Bucky as he scrolled through apps on his phone. “Every place I’m lookin’ at has a Valentine’s Day Special Menu. It’s vomit-inducing.”

“Why won’t you ask Sam out on a date?”

Bucky nearly dropped the phone, but recovered quickly.

“Dunno what you’re talkin’ ‘bout, Rogers.”

Steve rolled his eyes.

“What I’m talkin’ about is this,” Steve said as he gestured to Bucky. “You going out of your way to plan these little anti-VD movie nights –”

“Anti-VD? That’s a terrible name for what we have planned.”

“Whatever, man. Don’t deflect.”

“Not deflecting.”

“You are.”

“Am not.”

“Whatever,” said Steve, somewhat exhausted. “My question still stands. Why do you put so much effort into planning these anti-Valentine’s Day hangouts with Sam, instead of, gee I dunno, asking Sam out and actually planning a cute, romantic date for him? For yourself?”

Steve could see the deep breath that Bucky took before he raised his eyes from his phone screen to meet those of his best friend.

“Sam doesn’t want that,” said Bucky quietly. “Well, he doesn’t want that with me. So, I’m gonna take whatever I can have with him, and if that means bad food and worse movies, then I’ll take it.”

“How do you know that Sam doesn’t want more from you?”

“Because why would he?” said Bucky, in the most self-deprecating way imaginable. “What could he possibly want from me? What could I even give him?”

“Buck.”

“I’m not good enough for Sam, okay?” said Bucky as he closed the app, placed his phone in his pocket, and looked at Steve. “He deserves better than me. If all we’ve got is our silly movie night, then so be it. I’ll take what I can get.”

“You know that’s not true, right?”

“Do I?” asked Bucky with a forlorn expression on his face. “I appreciate you tryin’ to make me feel better, or whatever, but Sammy? He’s just not interested in me, and I don’t blame him.”

“You’re really taking that thing on the train?” asked Bucky, as he chewed on a Slim Jim and stared at Steve and the giant teddy bear.

“Yes,” said Steve as he checked his appearance in the mirror hanging near their front door.

“I hope Peggy doesn’t dump you tonight,” Bucky proffered, jokingly, as he tied his hair back from his face.

“Funny,” Steve replied.

“You look nice, Steve,” said Sam as he entered the hallway.

“Thanks, Sam. Wow, so do you,” said Steve, looking at Sam dressed in his nice jeans and a white Henley that was probably a size too small. “I didn’t know Anti-VD Night had a new dress code.”

“Anti what now?” asked Sam, confused.

Bucky couldn’t even answer as he was too distracted by how gorgeous Sam looked.

“You’re overdressed for Craptastic Movie Night,” Steve clarified.

“Oh, right, yeah,” Sam said, brushing his hands down the front of his shirt. “I, ah. I’ve got a date tonight.”

“What?” said Bucky and Steve at the same time.

Sam turned to Bucky, who looked like all of the color had drained from his face.

“Yeah, sorry, Buck. I can’t make it to movie night. Someone asked me out, and I said yes.”

“Sam, that’s great,” said Steve, watching the interaction between his friends.

Sam was looking like he might throw up; Bucky was just standing there staring.

“Who is it?” Bucky queried; his jaw clenched.

“Uh?” Sam replied.

“Who asked you out?”

“Scott.”

“When?”

“Umm last week?”

“Thought you didn’t like the romance bullshit?” asked Bucky, trying to hide the hurt in his tone. “Now you’ve got a Valentine’s Day date?”

“I never said that,” Sam replied, defensively. “I never said I wasn’t into romance.”

“So, why do the movie nights with me?”

“Buck,” said Steve, seeing there was going to be an argument coming.

“Whatever,” said Bucky, as he walked back towards his room. “Have fun on your stupid fuckin’ date.”

Sam jumped at the sound of Bucky’s door slamming. Steve went to say something, but Sam shook his head and went back to his room to finish getting ready for his date.

Bucky felt like he couldn’t breathe. His heart was hammering in his chest and hot tears stung at his eyes. What was happening? He had never snapped at Sam like that before, except for when they had first met, but that was ages ago. Their friendship had grown and matured. Bucky thought he had, too. But when it came to the thought of Sam getting out there dating someone who was not him, well, Bucky just couldn’t handle that.

He paced a few times, wondering if he should go back out and apologize to Sam for acting so abrupt. Instead, Bucky laid on his bed and stared up at the ceiling. His mind was racing. His chest hurt. He closed his eyes and listened as Sam left their shared apartment.

Sam was in a daze as he made his way to the quaint eatery where he was meeting Scott for their date. Their Valentines Day date. Scott was a nice guy. He had shown interest in Sam, and had finally asked Sam out. At first, Sam declined, saying that he had other plans – which he really did. He had plans with Bucky. His friend, whom he was secretly head over heels for. But it was a silly thing to do, have a crush on a friend, a friend who wasn’t interested in anything romantic, so Sam decided to move on. Decided to text Scott back and tell him he was suddenly free. And so there he was, sitting across from a smiling Scott, being somewhat distracted from the date by thoughts of Bucky.

Why had he acted that way? It was just a movie night they’d been doing for the past three years. Why was Bucky so upset? Sam’s mind was swimming, and he felt guilt creep up inside. He and Bucky had never spoken about why Bucky hated Valentine’s Day so much. They just started doing the movie nights one year, and kept doing them. Sam was breaking their tradition to go on a date with someone else, and the truth was, he really wanted to be on a date with Bucky.

“My two best friends are dumbasses,” said Steve as he and Peggy sat at her dinner table; the bear he had gifted her with for Valentine’s Day sat in one of the chairs near them.

“What happened now?” she asked.

“Oh, only they’re both in love with one another but won’t ask each other out,” said Steve. “Have been in love with one another for years, but thinks the other doesn’t see them that way. Dumbasses.”

“Why don’t they see what’s in front of them?”

“Honestly? I don’t really know.”

 Three years ago…

 This is it, Bucky thought to himself as he smoothed down his clothes and fixed his hair. He walked slowly toward Sam’s bedroom with the little paper gift bag in his hand. He felt kind of silly. He had gone out and bought a small plush teddy bear for Sam. A Valentine’s gift for Sam.

They had been friends for a while, eventually roommates, and Bucky was smitten. Sam was great. He was funny, kind, gorgeous, and a little shit. How could Bucky not fall in love with him?

Bucky didn’t usually get in on the romantic stuff surround Valentine’s Day. Was usually single when the day rolled around. Wasn’t the best at communicating what he was really feeling deep down inside. But he felt safe with Sam. He knew Sam wouldn’t throw his affections back in his face, or make him feel uncomfortable. Sam was his friend, and he was hoping that he could be more, so Bucky planned the romantic gesture: Tell Sam how wonderful he was, gift him with a sappy teddy bear, and ask him if he’d like to spend the evening watching romantic comedies.

He stopped at the door, gift bag in hand, and took a deep breath. He heard Sam’s voice then. He was on the phone. Bucky really should not have eavesdropped, but he heard Sam say something that stopped him in his tracks.

“I just want to be friends with him, Sar,” he said, obviously speaking to his sister. “I don’t see him like that at all. Yeah, I know it’s Valentine’s Day or whatever, but I’m just not interested. Yeah. Yeah, alright. Love you, too. Bye.”

Before Bucky could run away, Sam turned and saw him standing there.

“Oh, hey Buck. I was just —" Sam took in the look on Bucky’s face. “Everything okay?”

Bucky hid the gift bag behind his back and said, “Yeah. Yeah, I just wanted to ask if you wanted to do a movie night tonight?”

Sam felt butterflies in his tummy. Was that the moment? Was Bucky finally going to make a move? Sam tried to bite down a smile.

“Like an Anti-Valentine’s Day thing? Cheap takeout, shitty movies. Laugh at all of the schmucks who take this shit seriously. What d’ya say?”

Sam felt his heart sink, but said, “Yeah. Umm, that sounds fun. Let’s do that. I mean, Valentine’s Day is for suckers, right?”

“Right,” said Bucky, feeling his heart drop down to the floor. “Fuck Valentine’s Day.”

Bucky was covered in Cheeto dust, and he didn’t give a good goddamn. He laid back on the sofa and stared at the screen. He didn’t even know what was happening in the movie he had chosen. Wasn’t focused. All he could think about was Sam. Sam on his romantic date with Scott. Bucky pulled a face and hugged the couch cushion closer to his body.

He let out a ragged sigh. It was his own fault. He had every opportunity to ask Sam out, but never did. If some other guy was going to wine and dine Sam, then so be it. It’s what Sam deserved. He deserved to be treated to a night out. He deserved to be adored and doted on. He deserved romance. Bucky was just sad that he wasn’t the guy who was doing those things for Sam. He really wanted to be that guy, but he had fucked it all up. Besides, Sam didn’t want him like that. And no matter how much Bucky dreamed and wished and hoped for it, Sam just didn’t want him back.

The date was not what Sam had thought it would be. Sam wanted romance. He wanted to be wined and dined. He wanted someone to adore him and dote on him. He just wanted that guy to be Bucky. But Bucky had this aversion to Valentine’s Day and romance in general. Sam respected that. Didn’t mean he would pine any less for his friend. He let out a sigh. He was in his own head, and Scott was looking at him expectantly.

“Sam, everything okay?”

Sam tried to smile, but it was sad, as he said, “I’m sorry, Scott. I can’t do this.”

“What happened? Did I do or say something to upset you?”

“No, it’s nothing you did or said. It’s just me. I – wow. Okay, so, to be one hundred percent honest with you, I’m into someone else. I thought I’d get back out there and try dating again, but I’m not ready. I mean, I am ready to date, but I only want to date this other person. I’m really sorry it took me until now to figure that out for myself.”

Scott looked dismayed, but he nodded his head.

“I get it,” he replied. “You deserve the world, Sam. I hope this other person sees that. I hope it works out.”

It wasn’t too late when Bucky heard the front door open. Had to be Sam. Steve was staying at Peggy’s that night. Bucky sat up on his bed and swung his legs over the side. He listened. It sounded like Sam was alone. Bucky let out a relieved breath and then got to his feet.

He found Sam standing in their kitchen drinking orange juice directly from the bottle. He startled a little when he heard Bucky approach.

“Sammy?” he said softly; he sounded so small. “I’m sorry for how I acted earlier.”

“It’s fine,” said Sam as he turned and met Bucky’s eyes. They stared at one another a beat as Bucky placed the small gift bag on the table.

“What’s that?” asked Sam, looking at the bag.

Bucky cleared his throat.

“It’s for you,” he explained, looking nervous. “It’s a Valentine’s gift that I got for you like three years ago.”

Sam’s eyes went wide.

“I thought you hated Valentine’s Day and romantic shit?”

“I don’t know if I really do hate Valentine’s Day or not,” said Bucky, running a nervous hand through his hair. “What I do know is I loved spending those nights with you. Shooting the shit. Laughing at those dumb movies. Eating questionable food that our insides were gonna pay for later. I loved sitting with you and watching your reactions. I loved when we did marathons, and you’d fall asleep on my shoulder, drool and all. I guess it didn’t really matter what the occasion was, as long as I was doing it with you.”

Sam stood there and stared at Bucky. How was this his life?

“Why didn’t you ever say anything?” Sam finally asked.

“Because I overheard your call with Sarah,” Bucky explained. “I was literally standing at your door and heard you say you didn’t want anything more than friendship. I was there to ask you out, on Valentine’s Day, and I heard you say you didn’t want that kinda stuff.”

Sam squinted as he tried to recall what Bucky was talking about. He almost rolled his eyes when he remembered.

“You’re a dumbass,” said Sam, as he placed the orange juice bottle down on the counter. “I wasn’t talking about you. I was talking about Jerome from back home. He was askin’ Sarah about me. I only wanted to be friends with him. I wasn’t into him. I was into you. Dumbass.”

“What?”

“Yeah, that conversation was not about you.”

“Well, why didn’t you say something?” asked Bucky, incredulous. “Why’d you agree to the movie night?”

“Because you were all like, fuck romance and shit blah blah blah. And I just wanted to be close to you, so I said yes.”

“So, you do like me like me?”

“Yes. And you actually like me, too?”

“Fuck, yes. I like you so much.”

“Me, too.”

“So, we’re both dumbasses?”

Sam let out a little laugh and said, “Yeah, looks that way.”

A beat of awkward silence floated around them before Bucky spoke.

“Here,” he said, pushing the gift bag towards Sam. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

Sam gave Bucky a shy smile, and then reached behind himself to where he had set the orange juice bottle down.

He picked up a single rose on a long stem, held it out to Bucky, and said, “This is for you. Happy Valentine’s Day.”

The pair smiled bashfully at one another, and then moved forward. Bucky picked up the bag and approached Sam. He handed it over, as Sam gave him the rose.

“Thank you,” they each said in unison.

Bucky smelled the rose, and Sam peered into the bag. Inside was a small, brown teddy bear that was holding a red heart. Sam took it out and smiled.

“It’s adorable,” he said, meeting Bucky’s eyes. “I love it.”

Bucky smiled widely; happily. They swayed into one another’s orbit. Standing there, wrapped up in the sheer joy of the moment before Bucky spoke honestly, in earnest, and from the heart.

“I’m glad you love it, Sammy, because I –” he took a steadying breath, and said, “I love you. I’m in love with you.”

Sam dropped the teddy bear he had been gifted with and fell into Bucky’s space. Bucky caught him and held him close, his eyes darting from Sam’s pretty brown eyes, to Sam’s lips.

“I love you, too,” Sam whispered, as he pressed his forehead to Bucky’s.

Bucky smiled and let out a nervous, relieved laugh before saying, “I wanna kiss you so bad right now. Can I kiss you?”

“Yes,” Sam replied. “God, yes.”

They drew apart so that they could smile at one another, both giddy and scared and excited. Bucky cupped Sam’s face and said, “You’re so pretty.”

Sam blessed him with a coy smile before they leaned in and pressed their lips against one another. The kiss was unhurried and soft at first, before Bucky deepened it and Sam let him. They stood in their kitchen, kissing and smiling and giggling, each content in knowing that they had both received the best Valentine’s Day gifts ever.

[14dayswithyou]

▋F.A.Q/SIMILAR ASKS !

✦゜ANSWERED: Not me dumping all of the questions I get asked on a (somewhat) daily basis here... Please let me know if any of the links don't work or if they redirect to the wrong thing!!

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Anonymous asked: When's Ren's birthday? He usually do something in that date?

February 14th!! Answered previously here.

Anonymous asked: Oh but what if he goes through the phone and it's pictures of him outside the persona 👀 -another anon ☆

He'd react very similarly to this scenario! Ren won't outwardly say anything unless he was 100% certain that you would like his real persona as well.

@n3r0-1417 asked: renren finding out that y/n likes [redacted] alot more then ren himself?

Same answer as above, but also similar to this question.

Anonymous asked: How would Ren feel after finding out Y/Ns type is actually his original form? Like he when through all of the trouble of transforming into the “ideal” type, just to find out he would have had a easier time just being himself. 

Same answer as above (part 2 electric boogaloo)

@jellyfishdotorg asked: does [REDACTED] top?? cause uhhh god i need him to DESTROY me

Yes, he do be topping ^^ Answered previously here, here, and here.

Anonymous asked: Does Ren want to wear cute couple clothes with me?🥺

He would! Very similar to this ask and this question on curiouscat (it's also the origin story of "renren" lmao).

Anonymous asked: I reallt love Ren tbh, he's such a cutie pie. Also I love plushies so how would Ren react to a partner who's room/bed is full of plushies? For me they always gave me a sense of comfort but some people who visited felt alward or creeped out by those many beady eyes watching them^^" -🐉

He wouldn't mind at all! Answered something similar here on curiouscat!

Anonymous asked: ren’s sister is… tall? oh my… would he be okay with just being friends as i romance his sister? t-tall women are hot…. hehe

Tall women.... my weakness..... Also answered something similar here.

Anonymous asked: how would ren react to his angel being a lesbian? Like if he found out by stalking you or you had stayed closeted but told him when you got close enough to him

Somewhat similar to this question; he'd still want to be your number one priority (minus the romantic feelings), but would still actively sabotage any relationships you might form with others ^^;

Anonymous asked: Would Redacted be fine with aro allo MC who enjoys sex only and doesn't want any romantic relationships, dates, marriage etc? :""D But especially what about like... besties with benefits?😂 i want to know

Similar to the ask above!

Anonymous asked: What if MC is Oriented Aroace or Aroace like he needs to be only MC's friend nothing more would be Ren alright with it? 

Similar to the ask above! (again fkasfsa) Also this question and this question on curiouscat.

Anonymous asked: Is Ren good at claw games??

Yes! I answered something similar here on my curiouscat (Specifically mentioned in the attached art)

Anonymous asked: What if MC fell in love with Ren and was totally submissive to him?? (me here 🙋🏻)

Already answered a similar question about a submissive MC here on my curiouscat ^^

Anonymous asked: Poor Renren I block my webcam on my laptop 😂😂

Answered something similar here!

Anonymous asked: How would Ren respond if y/n put two and two together and figured out he was the killer but instead of freaking out they were apathetic about it like, "I don't really care as long as you don't get caught." Extra points if they're a true crime buff and suggests smart ways to get rid of evidence and such.

Very similar to this ask, as well as the fic someone wrote for it! Just check the reblog section.

Anonymous asked: (link) ren hacking in our bank account in case we need money... he is basically being our secret sugar daddy…

Already answered a similar sugar daddy ask here!

Anonymous asked: How would Ren/Redacted react to an MC who constantly struggles with money and having food in the house?? 

Like the sugar daddy ask, he'd regularly deposit money into your bank account and anonymously order your favourite takeout to your apartment whenever you need it. If you ever get suspicious, he'd blame it on Violet (or your landlord)

Anonymous asked: I wanted so badly to give Ren a hug and tell him he doesn't have to pretend to be someone he's not to please me 💕

He would love you forever ^^ Also answered something similar here on curiouscat!

Anonymous asked: wait how many piercings does ren have and where are they? 👀👀

Already answered here! Also involves his tattoos (though the information is kind of outdated since I'm not really vibing with the sleeve tattoo anymore ^^; It's too similar to Teo's and they already have other visual similarities)

Anonymous asked: What would Ren do if MC doesn't like dating someone younger than them?

Answered something similar here and here.

Anonymous asked: pov ren's angel asks him to pierce their nips

Already answered a similar question to that here!

Anonymous asked: not to be a downer but i doubt someone like Ren(more so REDACTED) would be into me😬..

Answered something similar here (and yes, he would be into you nonnie!! I can guarantee it! ^^)

Anonymous asked: What happens if MC got pregnant by ren?

Answered something similar here.

[blueberry-lavender]

hello!! i hope you're doing well^^ just wanted to stop by n' ask a for little something. all just considering your account is fairly new!!

i'm caught up in the jacq hype; lmfao. like, idk what's up with the guy, but he's just great and was instantly my fve scarvio character. i spent most of my time just doing all of the academic courses instead of exploring the map just because of that guy. scarlet/violet, my fave teacher dating sim.

n e ways, i've been wondering about said guy a bunch. you're open to legit just gush about jacq. if you're wanting to do a specific request, i don't mind hcs of? like? jacq being flustered or something!! wonder what a person would do to get him to such a state 👀

Jacq x Reader HCs - Flustered

Thank you for the request Anon! Sorry it took a minute to get to this, my family got crazy lmao. I love Jacq sm he makes me so happy.

Info: Established relationship, g/n reader, reader is 18+, fluff, mild language at the end

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🧪I feel like it'd be fun to get him flustered

🧪Like you would just be chilling in his office after school hours and then start making comments while he works on lesson plans

🧪"Hey babe?" You called out from a random chair in the room

🧪"Yes?" He responded while still looking at his computer at his desk

🧪"You're cute." The comment was so random he just froze there for a second

🧪He looked up at you with that same "wtf did I just hear" face that he sometimes gives his students during lectures

🧪He doesn't mean to be rude! He's just confused why you would say that out of the blue

🧪"Disculpe?" he said, forgetting English

🧪"What?" You were half laughing, "You good?"

🧪"I-I'm fine, jus..." he trailed off, not really knowing what to say

🧪You started laughing at the situation and then got playfully defensive.

🧪"What? I can't compliment you?"

🧪He kept looking away, like off to the window with the orange light coming in because of the sunsetting, or to his desk then the door.

🧪Literally anyone and thing but you

🧪He was adorable, like a little Fidough trying to act like it's not upset

🧪Although, there was no denying the crazy blush on his face

🧪You got up from your seat and over to his desk

🧪"Are you alright?" You went onto his side of the desk and leaned on it

🧪It was a genuine concern! He hadn't been like this since like... ever

🧪He didn't know how to react, simply huffing and continuing to type on his computer on the opposite side from you

🧪"I can't tell if you're upset, or if you just don't wanna talk to me."

🧪Jacq turned to you with one hand resting on his desk. It gave off the same energy of a parent watching you come in the house 7 minutes past curfew

🧪"Look, Y/n. I love you. Okay? But you CANNOT just say stuff like that!" He had this laugh in his voice that assured you're not in trouble, but it still felt like a Fidough lmao

🧪"Why not?" You smiled

🧪"Because, Y/n..." he honestly couldn't come up with a reason other than "ily and i wanna kiss you when you do that but that makes me look like a simp so stfu" but he didn't say that lol

🧪In reality, he just stuttered variations of. "I, just. eh,sh ,uha."

🧪Even though it was comical how silly he was being, he was adorable all the same. It was almost like you could read his mind

🧪"I love you. you know?" you said with a sweet smile

🧪Jacq didn't even say anything, he just put his hand on your jawline and kissed you. He knew he wouldn't win any argument about his behavior, so might as well express his love

🧪When you stopped and separated, you laughed. Looking up into his eyes, you could have kept the romance going... but instead decided to be a brat

🧪"... Yeah I'm totally going to tell Miriam about this," then attempted to bolt

🧪"NO THE H3LL YOU'RE NOT" He chased after you, running out the door and into the hall

🧪In summary, the best way to get him flustered is to compliment, tease, and embarrass. You're welcome

[sugarwyns]

Just a fun idea

   If Nova was a romanceable npc in mtas then what dialogues would she have ( like one for each relationship level (Acquaintance, Buddy, Good Friend, romance), you can skip levels or add more lines if you want )

Introduction:

Hiya! I haven't seen you around yet, so I'm assuming you're new - I'm Nova, one of your fellow builders! Come find me if you need a buddy to go ruin diving with.

Birthday:

My birthday's on Summer 15. When I lived in Seesai, I spent every single birthday at the beach. I can't really do that anymore here, so my new thing is just sitting by the oasis.

Acquaintance:

If you ever need to get ahold of me, ask Kor or Daphne where I am, they'll probably know! Oh, wait, but...what if you don't know where they are...hmm. I'll get back to you on that!

Kor told me you're from Highwind! That's cool, I've always wanted to visit. You think I'd be...blown away?...Sorry, that was bad. Ignore that!

Uh oh! I forgot my pass to the salvage yard expires today...you think Rocky will let me extend it for, like, a discount...?

Buddy:

Moving to Sandrock gave me a bit of culture shock. I do miss Seesai a lot, but I really think I'm better off here than I was there.

There you are! Daphne stopped by earlier to give me a few melons from the Moisture Farm...care to share some with me?

I love collecting minerals and whatnot from the desert, but I am so intimidated by the Boxing Jacks there. Every time I see them coming from the corner of my eye, I can't help but yell!

Good Friend:

My brother lives in Walnut Groove. He's a real successful Builder there. To be honest, I don't care for building that much, but...it's a stable job, at least. Don't know if I'll live up to the expectations he's set, though.

I used to be the apprentice of a well-known Builder in Seesai. She was really kind to me, even when I made mistakes all day. I was so sad when my apprenticeship ended! In fact, she made me my bandana and pickhammer as a parting gift. I try to write to her every few weeks.

I have a really small collection of Old World stories and movies. It gets boring watching and reading the same things over and over again, though, so I hope I'll find more stuff in Sandrock to mix up the collection!

Romance

Confession Accepted:

Oh? I can't believe it, you beat me to it! Of course I accept.

Confession Rejected:

I'm...really flattered, I promise, but...I'm so sorry, I just don't think we're at that level with each other...

General Lines:

I made you this bracelet the other day. You don't have to wear it, if it's not your style! Buuut...I do have a matching one, sooo...

I've wanted to visit Seesai for a while, but I was always too nervous to go through with it. I think if you're by my side, though, I'll be able to manage.

Hey! What are you doing today? You wanna go eat at the saloon? I'll pay, don't worry!

Honey?...mmm, no. Sweetie? Hmm...Oh! Sorry! Just trying out nicknames for you...baby?

When I first got here, I felt like I had something to prove. I don't even know who I was trying to prove something to! But now that you're here, I feel like the last of that pressure came off of my shoulders.

Festivals

Day of the Bright Sun:

• I put in a few accessories I made over the last couple of weeks. I hope whichever person ends up with them likes them!

Showdown at High Noon:

Wow, the atmosphere is amazing! Everyone is so amped up for this. I didn't participate in anything like this back in Seesai, so I can't wait to see who comes out on top!

Day of Memories:

This festival has different ways of being celebrated in other cities, but they all have one thing in common - they're all so beautiful.

Tour de Rock:

I'm so bad at sandrunning. Maybe I'll just...watch and cheer everyone on!

Running of the Yakmel:

Can I tell you a little secret? I'm kind of scared of Yakmel! They're cute, but they're huge! I try to avoid the ones around the outskirts of town when I can.

Winter Solstice:

I've been looking forward to eating some skewers all day! What better way to kick off the start of a new year?

[findroleplay]

I only RP on Discord. 21+ peas and ques.

About me: Izzy, She/they, 23 I'm looking for people who can write 2-5 paragraphs using functional grammar. I'm not looking for perfect I just gotta know what you're saying. I only write in the third person and ask that you do the same when writing with me. I work full-time in the school system (yikes I know) and I'm also a college student (double yikes) SO response times may vary. I try to respond daily but sometimes life gets extra lifey and it's once a week. Please do not bug me for responses that being said I am more than happy to have some OOC chit-chat in the meantime. In fact, I love OOC chit-chatting with my RP buddies. Tell me about the books your reading, yummy food, movies or tv shows you're watching. Rec some music. Share the cute fur babies. Seriously I love it and totally do think of my RP partners as friends. By all means, if this isn't your thing tell me to piss off. That's fine. OK Back on track. Plots: I love to write romance, slice of life, action, mystery, adventure, hurt/comfort, crack, fluff, angst, spice. Like all of the things blended into one. I like to have a dynamic plot loosely figured out and then just continue to build on it as we develop characters and their dynamics. I write both OCxCC and CCxCC NO OCXOC sorry! Fandoms I write for are:

Marvel (MCU and Comics): I’m open to OCxCC, CCxCC, ABO, and Poly in this one I love world-building and meshing MCU canon with comic Canon and our own idea’s as well. If we’re doing CCXCC I do have a preference of M/M pairings but I am open to some M/F and F/F and other paring combinations.

Harry Potter (Marauders Era after graduation only): I’m open OCxCC and CCXCC I adore world-building for this one and bending Canon to fit our liking. I do also prefer to have multiple characters and moving parts in these plots in the background.

Criminal Minds: I’m open OCxCC, CCXCC. ABO and Poly ship here as well. I like to have a nice blend of slice of life and other things with a little bit of casework. Basically the reverse to what the show gave us.

Supernatural: I’m just looking for OCxCC here uhmm it’s been a hot minute since I’ve roleplayed this fandom. I think I’ve seen up to season ten for sure? I am planning on finishing it soon. I think my OC would pair up nicely with Dean or Cas but I’m open to your suggestions as well.

Some other less common fandoms I write are: WWE Yellowstone 911 Lonestar LOTR/Hobbit Almighty Johnsons 

Marvel Ships Storm/T'challa Steve Rogers/Wolverine S teve Rogers/Tony Stark Steve Rogers/Clint Barton Steve Rogers/Peggy Carter Steve Rogers/Natasha Steve Rogers/Sam Wilson Sam Wilson/ Rhodey Sam Wilson/Clint Barton Sam Wilson/Monica Rambue Sam Wilson/ Bucky Barnes Sam Wilson/ T'challa Sam Wilson/Natasha Natasha/Tony Stark Natasha/Matt Murdock Natasha/Bucky Barnes Bucky Barnes/Clint Barton Clint Barton/Bobbi Morse Clint Barton/ Thor Clint Barton/ Phil Coulson Clint Barton/Scott Lang Clint Barton/ Matt Murdock Clint Barton/ Jessica Drew Clint Barton/ Tony Stark Tony/Rhodey Rhodey/Carol Danvers T'Challa/Okoye Okoye/M'baku Polyvengers Criminal Minds Ships Hotch/Emily Hotch/Rossi Hotch/Morgan Morgan/Garcia Morgan/Emily Morgan/Reid Reid/Emily Reid/Rossi Reid/Luke Emily/Tara Emily/Rossi Harry Potter Ships Remus/Sirius James/Lily Remus/Dorcas Meadows Sirius/ Marlene McKinnon Bill/Flure Alice/Frank Longbottom Charlie/Tonks Bill/Tonks Remus/Tonks Crossovers I would be interested in writing. Marvel/Criminal Minds Marvel/Hobbit Marvel/Supernatural Criminal Minds/911 Lonestar Criminal Minds/WWE Other Fun stuff to know I love making playlists, mood boards, Pinterest boards, and just all of the things for RP's, ships, and characters. I'm a menace honestly. If you'd like feel free to message me here or on Discord. Discord: noneherself

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[rosesradio]

If you are still taking requests, could you maybe do a portbowell where Ricky is sick?? (ik sickfics are generic but literally no one writes this ship, and I can’t think of anything else)

you're good, sorry this took me like 4 days for no reason ! i wanna write more portbowell and i have a longfic idea like i said earlier but only like four people would read it...but maybe i will anyway...anyways here's a 550 word drabble for you <33

"Guys, come on! I was just recreating a movie trope, wasn't it romantic?" Ricky asked, though just as he finished speaking he sneezed--once, twice, three times. Not to mention his voice was particularly nasally, his nose pink to match. Damnit, this cold. It wasn't exactly the most romantic look…and he really wanted to be romantic enough. He wanted to just be enough. For Gina and EJ.

They'd already assured him of that once tonight. He'd walked all the way to Gina's in the pouring rain--in his defense, it wasn't raining when he left. He knew EJ was there, and yeah, maybe he was date crashing, but it had to be said. These feelings had been building for months, and now they were all on the table…and Ricky was glad to say the least, because that overwhelming burden was off his shoulders, and now he could try to relax.

"You could have had the same amount of romance with an umbrella, maybe?" Gina suggested, but she was smiling in spite of herself. She was just so cute, and the look of utter infatuation she was giving him now…he'd sleep outside in the rain if it meant keeping her this happy.

“I have no regrets,” Ricky shrugged, though he lit up with relief as EJ walked in carefully, holding a bowl of the chicken noodle soup he’d promised to make. "Thanks," he took the bowl from him, trying a spoonful before offering EJ a smile. Yep, this was most definitely from a can--and Ricky would know--but the gesture was sweet.

"Are you feeling better?" EJ asked, eyes concerned in a way that made Ricky's face flush as a hand moved to his knee. Ricky's clothes were soaked as he came in, so now he was wearing an adorable--or ridiculous--combination of Gina and EJ's clothes. EJ's sweatshirt was a size too big on him, which was fine by him as he snuggled into the warmth. Gina's pajama pants, however, showed a generous amount of ankle that would make any Victorian-era person hot under the collar.

"Yeah, I'm…great." Ricky smiled crookedly. "I'm sorry again for date-crashing."

"Don't worry about it," EJ replied, shaking his head. "We want you here," he frowned for a moment, his gaze contemplative before leaning in and pressing a kiss to Ricky's cheek.

"Yeah," Gina added. "EJ probably would've wanted to go over to your house if you hadn't come over here." she gave EJ a knowing look before kissing Ricky's other cheek.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," Ricky warned, even as he felt on top of the world with the gesture alone. "You guys could get sick…"

"Well then, maybe when you get better, you could return the favor and make us soup," EJ asked. "You know it's really hard work taking care of you, right?"

"All you did was heat up soup from a can, it took about seven minutes, if that!" Ricky argued with a laugh before taking in another spoonful. It was some pretty good soup. "You exhaust me, Caswell."

"Yeah, well, you exhaust me, too, Bowen." EJ replied, though with his tone, it might as well have been a love confession.

"Enough, you two," Gina interjected with a grin. "You guys are lucky I'm even asking your opinion, but what movie are we watching?"

[thetavolution]

At Your Side

Note: I wrote a version of this before, but decided to retire one of the characters. So I rewrote it with Tessa and Bex.

“It’s quite thrilling, to fight off such grim creatures as this region throws at us. Especially being at your side.”

As far as Gale and Tessa were concerned, they were alone. They stared into each other’s eyes as the world faded away. They were oblivious to the entire party of misfits behind them, forced to witness this display of overt horniness.

“I once read a book that explained in some detail the effect a brush with dangers has on one’s desire for… other forms of stimulation. Have you ever read anything on that subject?”

Bex quickly looked around at her comrades. Everyone else had to be equally blown away by this, right? He was doing this now? In front of the whole party?

Karlach watched with an adoring look on her face, like she was watching a romance novel unfold. Bex wasn’t as shocked by this as she would like to be. Wyll gave a sly thumbs up to Gale to encourage him. Wyll had been doing everything in his power to play wingman for Gale. It only seemed fair when Gale had returned the favor for Wyll. They were determined to confide in each other about finding love.

Shadowheart was unmoved. Bex had to admire her dedication to apathy. Bex was surprised by how… unbothered Lae’zel was. It was then it hit her that love and war seemed to go hand-in-hand for the gith. No wonder she saw nothing odd about Gale’s declaration. This was the same woman who carried on about the source of her bruises, after all.

Bex looked to Astarion for some kind of support. Instead, he had a mischievous grin, enjoying the show. He was so adept at that act of flirting, he was relishing Gale’s awkwardness. It was like a wild animal studying a caged one.

 Bex turned to Tessa. She had to be mortified––

“Read?” Tessa gave a flirtatious smirk. “I could have written the thing.”

These absolute freaks. Tessa looked ready to jump his bones.

“I believe you. You never looked so beautiful as at the end of a stirring battle, your cheeks flushed, gaze bright, muscles glistening,” he continued. “Perhaps it’s just the thrill of our near-death experience talking. But standing at your side through such darkness and disrepair, it only makes me want you more.”

Gale paused to regroup himself. “Unfortunately this is neither the time nor place to indulge such feelings. So, we must be patient and push all such thoughts aside. For now.”

Though disappointed, Tessa nodded in agreement. Gale placed a hand on the small of her back to guide her to the Last Light Inn.

Bex threw up her hands in confused frustration. Was that normal? Even she wasn’t so sure anymore. Maybe she was the weird one. Yet she’d be lying if she said she hated it. It was cute in its own way. And there was something endearing about two weirdos finding each other.

“Pity,” Astarion commented with a fanged smile. “I thought we’d be getting a show. I can’t say I wouldn’t have enjoyed it, even if it involved Gale.”

Bex met Astarion’s eyes. He seemed to be drinking her in. This certainly shifted the mood for her. She couldn’t hold back a big goofy grin. She wasn’t stupid. She knew Astarion was using her for sex. It’s what most people did even before she met him. 

But she still couldn’t resist any scrap of attention he’d give her. Gods, she was pathetic. She lost every right to judge Gale or Tessa. At least Astarion would get to the point and outright ask her for sex. The directness was appreciated, even if it was wrapped in dishonest intentions. 

“Don’t you agree?” Astarion’s voice was dangerously low. 

Bex nodded. She’d let him win this round of flirting. She did note the irony of her judging Gale just to turn around and flirt over the idea of those two having sex on the battlefield.

Pleased by the confession, Astarion began to follow the rest of the group to Last Light.

“Don’t fall behind, my sweet,” Astarion noted. “You don’t want to be caught in the shadows.”

Bex followed, fully aware she was an absolute freak, too.

[mcuamerica]

a request here!

chris being all shy and lovely dovely when he’s hears you talking about him in an interview. (for example: your both of yous are at the promo of your movie together). you two had to split up quickly to do your own promo/interviews with the press. then he hears you talk about him and is in complete shock (in a good way) and everyone around him are teasing him about him being a simp! <333

A/N: I can already tell I'm going to love this one to. Thanks for requesting again! (Lucky I have this week off and I'm feeling inspired haha... Also look at him!!! I can't with this man) also, if you could fill out this poll quickly before/after reading, I’m planning a new Chris Evans AU and need some more ideas.

Of Course, Baby

Pairings: Actor!Chris x Actor/GN!Reader

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Earlier Today

"Oh, yeah, Chris is amazing. And when he gets into character it's like you're transformed into the world with him. I mean, I think I can act - but boy can he act too." You said happily, smiling at the interviewer who had just asked what it was like working with the Chris Evans.

"And has there been any... romance... on set at all?" The interviewer asked, smiling over at you. "We've seen how the two of you act together, there is some pretty amazing chemistry between the two of you." She said.

"Oh, I don't know about that. We're really good friends." You said, glancing over to your manager. You and Chris didn't want to speak about your relationship to the public yet, but both of your teams and a few of your fellow co-stars/friends knew about the two of you. "But he really is amazing. And incredibly handsome too, especially with the beard. He's even got longer hair for part of the movie - which is in the trailer so I'm not spoiling anything - and he looked really good when filming that. But yeah... just friends." You nodded as you rambled, pursing your lips.

Present

"And that was was your co-star (Y/N) (L/N) had to say about filming with you. Anything to say back?" The same interviewer asked, watching as a soft blush crossed over Chris's cheeks.

"Oh, (Y/N) is a sweetheart. I loved acting with them, truly." He said and smiled happily. "(Y/N) flatters me way too much, too. I try telling them that they are an incredible actor, and person, but they never fully believe me. Plus, they are so passionate about their work, which makes it even better. I really wouldn't expect them to compliment me that much though." He said and smiled, thanking the interviewer when she got up then left.

"Wow, Chris, you really do like (Y/N). I know you two are dating, but it's cute to see you physically blushing. Twitter is going to have a field day." His manager said, patting him on the shoulder.

"Oh come on, I wasn't blushing." He said and ran a hand down his beard, as if to wipe the smile off his face. It didn't work. Thinking of you and the compliments you gave him make his heart melt and all he wanted to do was go two rooms down so he could see you to return the favor.

"You were, and I think you might want to go see (Y/N) before your face turns completely red." He said and smiled when Chris got up.

"I've got time?" Chris asked and his manager nodded.

"You're so whipped." He added, hearing a loud chuckle from Chris as he walked out of the room.

"Fine by me!" He called back to him, smiling when he knocked on the door to your interview room. "Hey, baby," He said when he saw the room only had you, your manager, and your makeup stylist in it. "Figured I would stop by while we're on a break." He said and smiled.

You lit up at his voice, turning over to him. "Hey! Yeah, come on over." You said and stood up, wrapping your arms around his neck. "I've been asked a lot about you today. Hard keeping all my feelings in, especially when you aren't here to mess with all day." You teased.

He chuckled and gave you a gentle smile. "Hard to keep in? We could always give someone an exclusive, tell them about us." He said, wiggling his eyebrows as he squeezed your waist. "I would like to compliment my amazing co-star... and partner... too." He said quietly and looked into your eyes.

"You mean it?" You asked, almost bouncing on your heels in anticipation.

"Of course, baby. I don't want you keeping those feelings in." He teased, rubbing your waist.

You leaned up, kissing him gently as you smiled against his lips. "Let's tell that one interviewer... works for the BBC." You said and thought for a moment.

"Ahh.. You're talking about Ali Plumb? Yeah, I like his interviews. We'll give him the exclusive. And not tell our managers. It'll be fun." He said and winked at you, pecking your lips.

"Would you mind grabbing the producer and combining the rest of our interviews today?" You asked your manager, who nodded then left to grab them. "You sure about this?" You asked Chris, looking back up at him.

"Yes. I'm sure. I love you, and I would like for the whole world to know." He said, placing another kiss on your lips while he held you close.

Part 2: Such a Softie

[spaceyflowerswriting]

thinking (taehun seong x reader)

details: fluffy oneshot, gender neutral reader but written in 2nd pov, general canon au, you and taehun are just friends

summary: taehun realizes he likes you ^_^

×

Romance.

That gross, nauseating feeling in your stomach when someone you have "special feelings" for comes around. The sweaty palms and the averted eyes. Worst of all, the flushed cheeks. And for Taehun, it didn't help that he had pale skin.

He never considered himself to be the nervous type. He had laughed all those times watching Hobin blush like a fool and stumble over himself whenever Bomi visited them. He had rolled his eyes whenever he walked past Rumi and heard her squealing about how cute the romance comics she was reading were. He had clicked his tongue in annoyance when he saw commercials for romcoms and yet... here he was.

It was all so annoying. Forget "having a crush" on you, he hated you. How dare you be on his mind all day?

Actually, there was another thing Taehun hated even more than you, probably. And that was dishonesty. It's easy to lie, of course, but what was the point of it? Jumping around the bush was just a stupid waste of everyone's time; being straightforward and honest was what Taehun much preferred, and was what made Taehun, well, Taehun. And an asshole. But that was just him, so.

Unfortunately in this case, being honest meant putting his pride at stake, and that was something he valued, too--if not, even more. He was in a total dilemma of what to do with these absolutely awful feelings and you just kept making it worse.

Just why did you have to be so... endearing?

Man, Taehun didn't know the first thing about romance, and he wasn't about to turn to Google or any of the idiots surrounding him for help. Not to mention, romance was a disgustingly emotional feeling, and Taehun really only relied on his logic so he truly was at a loss. But surely basic logic still applied?

You liked being around him, so... that was a sign that you liked him, right? Whether they were platonic or romantic feelings was a different story. Like hell Taehun would find that out anyway. Better to just ask, right? Or he could silently observe and make guesses.

"No, that would take forever."

And require lots of staring at you. Taehun had enough thinking about you as is; he didn't need to be looking at you constantly, either. Plus he wasn't a patient guy, so it would be easier to just ask if you liked him.

"Wait, I'm a genius!"

It was as if a lightbulb lit up in the Taekwondo prodigy's head. He got it! The quickest way to throw up all these horrible feelings was to confront the problem--you!

Taehun would simply ask if you liked him and depending on the answer, he would act accordingly. No matter the response, he would say, "What a coincidence," and could play it off as an egotistical joke with, "I like me, too," or choke up a, "Because I like you, too," kind of response if the feeling was mutual.

The plan was perfect with absolutely zero holes! It also hit two birds with one stone; he could save his pride and he could finally get this damn problem out of his way! And!! And he could...!! He could... do whatever it is that people date, do.

Thoughts of that made butterflies flutter in his stomach and he started to feel sick. The feeling took a turn for the worse when he realized how getting carried away he was, and started thinking about what he would do if it turned out you didn't like him in the same way.

"Ah, fuck."

Yeah, he'd save his pride through a shitty joke, but damn he'd feel a little lost after. He never even gave rejection much thought until now--he kind of just came up with this plan on the fly. Obviously the correct thing to do was just accept your feelings and understand you didn't feel the same, but it's not like that would make the heartache of rejection go away. And he didn't want to deal with that.

"Should I just bury my feelings or should I just suck it up?"

Suddenly he thought about the idea of you dating someone that wasn't him and it filled him with some weird determination.

"Damn it, I'll take my chances. At least afterwards I won't feel regret if they start dating someone."

And off he went to find you.

[randomshyperson]

Love is Outside the Screen - Part III - Elizabeth Olsen x Reader

Summary:  The one where Reader plays Vision in the MCU and she falls in love with her co-worker Elizabeth Olsen.

Warnings: (+18), smut, sexual themes, strap on use, teasing, fingering, sexual suggestions, explicit language, explicit, obscenity, a bit of praise kink, dom/sub dynamics, bottom reader mostly, switch dynamics, power dynamic changes, slight possessive sex, brief angst, alcohol mentions, arguing, jealously, fluffy.

Words: 7.935 K

A/N> Instead of writing my series, I'm continuing works that were finished already. This is basically porn honestly haha No, but jokes aside, we have fluffy moments with a lot of smut. Good reading everyone!

Part One | Part Two | All Works Masterlist || AO3

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Love is Outside the Screen - Part III

Northern Ireland, two years ago.

You slipped under the long wooden table as the script indicated.

Your character was supposed to give a slight nod, and then gasp because of the torso injury, and you followed the script perfectly.

When the director yells cut, you stand up, trying not to bump into the makeover they did on your clothes.

"That was great, guys!" Shouted Alex Graves in the direction of the cast scattered around the medieval set. "Let's call it a day."

You were exhausted.

The Game of Thrones footage was absolutely grueling, and time-consuming, although it allowed you to learn something new with almost every scene.

Walking back toward the dressing room to clean up your makeup, you smiled shyly at the girls in the salon who congratulated you on the day's performance while helping you to remove your costume.

While they were going through your hair, you decided to check your cell phone.

There were two missed calls from Lizzie, and you felt your heart swell with guilt immediately.

She had also sent you messages asking if everything was okay, or if you were busy, and saying that she missed you, and you wish you had answered them all, but your routine had been completely absurd.

You felt your chest ache with longing every time you thought of your girlfriend.

When you signed the contract, you knew the conditions, and so did Lizzie. But nothing prepared you for the real thing.

Almost three months without a decent conversation, not even video calls, and the lack of her in your life was making you frustrated and irritated all the time. You were sinking into the screenplay and the recordings, because you simply hated not having Lizzie in your day-to-day life.

"Thank you girls." You said as soon as you noticed the makeup completely removed from your abdomen.

The change in the script killed your character sooner than expected, and you should go home early, even though it was going to take two or three months, it was much less than originally planned.

Grumbling softly, you went back to the dressing room, deciding to call Lizzie now that you would have a little time alone.

She doesn't answer until the second-to-last ring.

"Yes?" Her husky voice signals that she was asleep, but all you can feel is your body shaking at the sound.

"It's me, baby." You reply tenderly as you sit back in the armchair, pressing the cell phone to your ear as if you wish you could reach into the device and touch your girl.

"Oh, hey." She comments sleepily, and you wonder if she has closed her eyes again, or even opened them. "It's late."

"I know, I'm sorry." You say leaning back in the armchair. "I wanted to check that everything was okay because I couldn't answer you earlier."

"Don't worry, darling." She says softly, almost sleepily. "I just missed you."

"Me too, my love." You assure her, feeling your chest tighten slightly. My god, you just want to see her, hold her, touch her. "Lizzie, darling, are you asleep?"

"Yes." She whispers, making you smile.

"I love you baby." You say. "Call me when you wake up, I will interrupt as many scenes as it takes to talk to you."

"Behave yourself in the studio, love." She mumbles sleepily, and you laugh lightly. It was the same warning she gave on your last day in California, on the way out of the airport. "I love you. And I miss you."

You cursed the entire movie company at once when you could perceive the upset in Lizzie's tone, even in her sleepy state. You repeated that you loved her one more time before hanging up the phone.

As you put your cell phone away to grab your keys and head back to the hotel, you wondered if a breach of contract was really so bad.

//-//

Present, California.

You felt Lizzie's arms wrap around you as soon as you made mention of getting out of bed. You smiled, turning your body to look at her.

Her sleeping figure with her eyes closed, her hair slightly tousled made your heart warm with affection.

You loved her so much.

Raising your hand to her face, you stroked her cheek gently with your thumb, and watched the woman sigh softly, and even in her sleepy state, lean into your touch.

"Lizzie." You called softly, trying to wake her up. And did so again until she mumbled softly, leaning her face against the pillow. You let your hand wander to her hair, enjoying the softness as you stroked her scalp with your fingers. "We need to wake up baby."

Lizzie just mumbled again against the pillow cotton, making you smile at the cuteness of that scene.

You moved closer only to deposit short kisses across her face, and only stopped when she let out a husky giggle.

"Good morning, love." You whispered against her ear, and were about to pull away, but she tightened her arms around your waist, keeping you almost on top of her, making you smile.

"Good morning." She sighed back against the skin of your neck, and you blushed slightly when you felt her inhale your perfume and then tighten her fingers around your waist. "Fuck, I love you."

You laughed softly at her sudden, hoarse confession, but let your arms slip around her shoulders, burying your body against Lizzie's. The tenderness was wonderful, and she moved one hand up to caress your back while the other remained on your hip, her thumb moving across the skin beneath your blouse.

You tilt your face away just to look at her, and already you find her with her eyes wide open, a shy smile on her lips.

"I love you too, babe, but we need to get up." You tell her, and you almost get the impression that she's not even listening, because all she does is look at your face with adoration.

You bite back a smile as you feel her legs move beneath you, her bare foot caressing your ankle before she spins you around quickly and stands over you, the sudden movement making you sigh and tighten your arms intertwined around her neck.

"Lizzie!" You exclaim humorously, but all you get is a low murmur as she sinks her body against yours and buries her face in your neck.

"How much time do we have?" She asks against your skin, her lips dangling on that sensitive part of your collarbone and sending a shiver up the length of your spine.

"Enough." You reply already affected by her touch, closing your eyes to enjoy the sensation.

Lizzie smiles against your neck, beginning to deposit chaste kisses against your skin, making you sigh softly.

It didn't matter how many times you had been together or for how long, your body reacted to her in the same way. You only hoped that you wouldn't be late for your appointment with the Marvel directors, but when Lizzie slipped her hand up into your pajamas, you didn't care about that anymore.

//-//-//

London, 1 year and 9 months ago.

It's your third time on "The Graham Norton Show."

You finished taping Game of Thrones the day before, and this was your last appointment before returning to California. To Lizzie.

Part of the cast is sitting next to you, and you are glad for that because you are distracted this evening and can use the time they answer questions to think about your girlfriend. And you miss her for sure.

Graham, the host, asked questions about the final season, and about day to day life on set, and after Kit Harington and Emilia Clarke commented on everything being amazing, and not telling anything about the plot since they weren't allowed to, you were slightly surprised that the subject shift went directly to the romance rumors between the cast.

"I hear that some of you have been becoming close friends outside the set." Graham begins with a chuckle, and you and the cast share a chorus of dissatisfaction that makes the audience laugh. "Which is normal in a long series of course. But we wanted to bring that in because we love gossip."

"Since I'm married, can I have a drink in the dressing room?" Kit jokes, drawing laughter from everyone.

"You're supposed to help us with the arguments". Graham replies humorously. He leans back in his chair slightly to point to the monitor behind him. "We have some behind-the-scenes photos here. And Miss Clarke looks very comfortable."

The audience laughed at the comment, and you tried to cover it up with an awkward laugh. It was a picture of Emilia Clarke, your colleague who plays Daenerys Targaryen, on your lap. But the moment was badly misinterpreted. The photo was taken right after one of the prom rehearsal scenes, and Emilia had gotten one of the coordinations wrong, and you laughed when she fell on you.

Of course, this kind of insinuation was happening because to the media, you two were two single women. And you were used to this kind of questioning, but still, it was always uncomfortable.

"We were dancing, Graham." Emilia argues humorously. "It's not what it looks like."

The audience lets out a chorus of disappointment, and you and Emilia giggle awkwardly.

"Was that the mating dance, ladies?" Graham teases and you want to dig a hole in the ground, but all you do is keep up with everyone's laughter. "Despite all the jokes, I think Marvel's couple is going to be threatened."

The comment makes your heart race, but the audience is very approving, applauding heartily.

At least with this you can talk about Elizabeth.

"Is tonight the night you are going to take over America's dream relationship or can we just keep saying that you and Emilia are together, since there is not the slightest chance that someone that attractive is single." Graham tells you with humor making the audience and cast laugh. You try to keep up, not wanting to seem rude. You wish you could tell him that there is nothing wrong with being single, but you don't think you want to create an awkwardness so you just settle back in your seat as you joke:

"Unfortunately I will deny it again, Graham" You reply. "And I'm not dating Emilia either, I assure you."

You spend the rest of the evening dodging the comments, and are exhausted by the time the interview is over.

"Hey, are you going back to the hotel already?" Kit asks you just as you walk back to the dressing rooms, and you deny it with your head.

"No chance, I'm leaving." You reply. "I'm going straight to the airport, I have a flight in two hours. What about you, Harington? Aren't you going home to see your wife?"

"I didn't know we were talking about wives." He jokes making you blush and look away. Kit didn't know about Lizzie, but he knew you had someone. "Of course I want to come home, but I still have some appointments here. And Rose is in Spain."

"That sucks, man." You comment and he murmurs in agreement, shrugging.

"Yeah, but longing sure makes the sex better." He retorts with amusement and you grimace before laughing.

"You're unbelievable." You joke before waving yourself off in farewell, turning in the direction of your dressing room.

As soon as you enter, you take your cell phone out of your pocket and try to call Lizzie, but it goes to voicemail. You leave a message saying that you can't wait to see her and get your things ready to leave.

After saying goodbye to the cast again, and taking a taxi to the airport, you receive a message, but it is not from Lizzie.

*Sara evil agent* sent you an attachment.

You frown at the matter. "Off-screen romance? Would GOT star Emilia Clarke be dating queer Marvel protégé?"

You call Sara the same minute.

"I literally said I wasn't dating her!" You complain as soon as she answers and hear Sara laugh on the other end.

"Oh, honey, I told you, the media loves a little gossip." She says. "And you need to stop setting up fake girlfriends so quickly, I can barely keep up."

You grumble in irritation and your agent lets out a giggle.

"Don't be so grumpy, it's just a rumor and the last time I checked you were a single woman so I don't see a problem." She says and you bite the inside of your cheek. Since your lack of excitement about GOT, Sara suspects something. Neither of you says anything, but you know she's not an idiot and figures you have a girlfriend. "Are you going back to LA already?"

"Yes, I'm catching my flight in an hour."

"I hope you're ready to record, Lady Vision." She jokes. "Your scene schedule is getting closer."

"I plan to rest this week." You warn, slightly distracted. "Game of Thrones really was something different."

"I just hope people like the ending."

You giggle and Sara wants to know why, but you don't give her any spoilers. After asking if everything was okay, and assuring her that you had eaten something before the interview, you hang up.

Lizzie didn't text you back and you fell asleep on the plane.

//-//-//-//-//

California, three years and eleven months ago.

Your heart was beating so fast that you could hear it in your ears.

But Lizzie's hand in yours was doing a good job of calming you down.

Maybe it was just because you had waited, or maybe it was because you were so much in love, but you don't remember feeling so nervous about the idea of having sex with someone. Not since your first time.

And well, now with Lizzie, it was actually only the first time you two were going to sleep together. You didn't have to be nervous, but you were.

Liz opened the bedroom door as soon as you two reached the room, and dragged you inside with her. You closed the wood as you entered.

The tension was palpable in the air, and you wondered if you stayed still long enough, she might hear your heartbeat.

You looked at her, your eyes locked on each other, and a shy smile on your lips as you approached, stopping inches from her body.

Lizzie holds her breath.

"Are you nervous?" You ask in a husky voice, raising your free hand to go around the length of her arm with your finger, admiring the way her skin shivers at your touch.

She just shakes her head and you smile, resting your hand on her cheek.

"It's just me." You comment as you lean your forehead against hers, and you both close your eyes in anticipation. "We can stop if you're not sure..."

"I'm sure." She interrupts half breathlessly, her hand tightening its grip before letting go of yours, so that she brings both hands to the sides of your neck. "Are you sure?"

"Yes." You assure before breaking the distance, bringing your mouths together in a firm kiss that draws a sigh from both of you as your hands move up to Lizzie's waist.

It doesn't take long for the kiss to deepen, your tongues fighting together and the sensation making your head spin and your body heat up.

Lizzie gasped against your mouth before parting for breath, and you used the opportunity to let your fingers run down to the hem of her shirt as you pulled it up. In motion the piece was off, and she copied the same to remove your blouse.

You bit your lip as you looked at the sight of Lizzie's exposed torso in front of you, her nipples hardening in the air making you feel the tightness beneath your stomach increase.

You lunged forward, grabbing her left breast with your mouth, and Lizzie let out a loud noise in her throat, throwing her head back as your tongue skirted her left nipple.

She was so hot and smelled so good, and the sounds she was making were driving you insane.

You moved your hands up to her breasts as soon as you brought your mouths together again, your tongue circling hers as you played with her hardened nipples, and it wasn't long before Lizzie began to whimper, closing her legs and thrusting her hips towards yours for more friction.

You smiled against her lips, you would give her exactly what she needed.

//-//

California, one year and nine months ago.

Leaving your keys on the counter, you were surprised by the silence as you entered.

It wasn't that you wanted Lizzie to stay late to wait for you, except that it was exactly what you wanted.

You left your bag on the living room floor and called her name twice before assuming she was asleep.

Sighing slightly, you went up the stairs to your room, but it was empty. All the other rooms were empty, which made you frown.

Okay, you didn't expect Elizabeth not to be home just the day you were returning, after months of not seeing each other.

But you didn't have much time to think about what might have happened, because a clearly drunk Lizzie stumbled into the house, fighting against the lock and her own balance just as you were coming down the stairs.

"You're drunk?" You ask in a voice in a mixed tone of disbelief and concern upon seeing her, and Lizzie is startled for a moment before giggling.

"Look who's here, California!" She announced to the room with irony and with open arms, stumbling inside. "Hollywood's most eligible bachelorette, watch out ladies and gentlemen."

You frowned at the little scene, Lizzie walked with difficulty to the kitchen as you finished going down the steps, she murmured quietly and you with your arms crossed, trying to understand exactly what was going on.

"What happened to you?" you ask as you follow her across the room, Lizzie takes off her shoes with difficulty, almost falling to the floor at least twice. When you make mention of helping her, she holds up her hand for you not to, and you are starting to get worried.

"I went to have fun." She replies with a humorless laugh. "I can have fun."

"Of course you can." You retorted with a raised eyebrow, watching Lizzie take a deep breath and close her eyes as she leaned her back on the countertop, probably getting a headache from the way she buried her face in both hands for a moment. "Who did you go with?"

"I don't know, Mom." She sneered wryly, and you clenched your jaw. Lizzie laughed at your expression, and pouted. "Oh, did I upset you? Sorry, darling, I'll try to be a good girl for you."

You shook your head slightly.

"Babe, what is happ..."

"Don't call me that." She cuts off quickly and you look at her in surprise. Lizzie closes her eyes and takes a deep breath and when she looks at you again, she has thick tears in her eyes and you feel your heart soar. "I saw the pictures on television, Y/N. I saw the pictures, I saw your interview, I saw the videos on instagram. And I guess I understand, because she's beautiful and we haven't seen each other in months but I thought you loved me..."

"wow, what are you talking about?" You interrupt, confused and frightened, and Lizzie looks like a complete mess. She is crying and you reach up to touch her face, and try to calm her down. "Babe, breathe, I don't understand."

She whimpers softly, and you wonder how much booze she really has consumed.

"You are going out with that woman and I love you and everything is horrible." She declares in a whiny voice and you look at her with a frown.

"Lizzie, what..."

But she pushes you and walks off toward the bedroom, and you try to keep her from falling over drinking at least three times until she can get up the stairs properly.

"Lizzie, wait, talk to me." You beg but she keeps walking and you enter the bedroom a moment after her, watching her walk to the closet and start throwing all her clothes out while mumbling about cheating.

You take a deep breath with your hands on your waist, letting out a humorless laugh. It was an absurd scene to say the least.

"Elizabeth Olsen, stop this immediately!" You command as soon as she steps out of the closet, and she widens her eyes slightly as she shifts the weight of her feet before veering to the floor. You sigh as you walk toward her. "Babe, look at me."

"No."

"Lizzie."

Reluctantly, she does so. You soften your expression, feeling your heart soar at the image of her face, longing invading your whole heart.

"God, I missed you." You confess half breathlessly and Lizzie looks on the verge of tears. "Darling, where did all this come from? I'm not seeing any other girl."

"I saw the pictures..."

"Lizzie." You interrupt seriously, shaking your head slightly as your hands land on her shoulders. "I have no one but you. I would never cheat on you, I don't know where that came from. I wish you hadn't drunk so much so we could have a serious talk."

Lizzie gives a mischievous little smile, her gaze half lost because of the alcohol.

"I'm not drunk." She mumbles clearly intoxicated, making you chuckle slightly.

"Of course not." You said as you pushed the loose strands of her hair behind her ears. "You made a mess in the bedroom, babe. Why don't you try to sleep while I clean up?"

Lizzie sighed, clearly tired but shaking her head in denial

"I don't want to sleep." She said as she brought her body closer to you, her hands squeezing your shirt. "I want you to fuck me."

You bit back a smile, looking at Lizzie with a raised eyebrow.

"Oh, yeah?"

She murmured in agreement, her fingers trying to open the buttons of your shirt, but she was clearly in no condition to do so.

"I'd like that too, but you're drunk." You say as you move your hands to hold hers, smiling at the grumble of frustration she lets out. "Go lie down, I'll get some water."

"But..."

"Bed, Lizzie." You ordered again as you intertwined your hands to lead her to lie down.

She was reluctant a few times but eventually agreed and lay her down on the mattress, placing the comforter on top.

When you made mention of getting up, she held your hand.

"Don't go." She asked softly with her eyes almost closed. You smiled.

"Aren't you thirsty?"

Lizzie denied and pulled your hand, you moved closer to lie beside her and she wasted no time in entwining her body in yours.

You let your fingers run through her hair and she sighed lightly, not taking long to fall asleep. You waited a few more minutes before moving, getting out of bed as gently as possible so as not to wake her.

After collecting the clothes Lizzie had thrown across the room and putting them away in the closet, as well as putting the party clothes she was wearing in the wash, you went back downstairs, looking for your bag to take to your room.

Your cell phone vibrated as you walked up the stairs.

It was a message from Scarlet, and you laughed lightly as you read its content.

“I heard you're coming home today, right? Lizzie was really upset about the rumors that you were dating, and asked me to take her out for a drink. I dropped her off at home, but she was pretty shaky. I didn't know you two had a thing, can we talk about it over coffee tomorrow?”

You were relieved that Scarlett was the person accompanying Lizzie, but now she knew you two had something. You were tired of it honestly. The secret. All you wanted was for everyone to know how much you loved Lizzie. And judging from recent events, that was a problem for her too. Or at least it was enough for her to drink more than she should.

But you would have to wait until Lizzie woke up to have this conversation, so you went back to your room, and after putting away the clothes from your bag, you took a shower and put on your pajamas, wasting no time in joining Lizzie in bed again.

//-//-//

Caribbean, one year and six months ago.

Following the music, you continued to dance slowly, your hand around Lizzie's waist while the other was entwined in the air with hers.

The luxury hotel where you were staying that week was hosting a Hawaiian themed evening, and well, after spending the day in the pool area, you decided to dance a little.

In that moment, with Lizzie in your arms, you were at peace completely. Moments like these, like waking up with her in your bed, or cooking together, or rehearsing your lines while curled up on the couch under the blanket were more than enough to make you sure that you wanted to spend the rest of your life with Lizzie.

You smiled before pulling your body away slightly, just to look at her. And she looked back at you with the same adoration, her cheeks flushing slightly.

You spun her into your arms then, making her laugh as you pulled her back, your hands resting on her neck as your hips swayed to the rhythm of the ukulele of the band playing on the stage.

There were a few other couples around, but you could hardly notice anyone but Lizzie.

You continued dancing, and you rested your forehead on hers, closing your eyes and breathing in her perfume. Lizzie smiled, stealing a quick kiss before resting her chin on your shoulder, following the rhythm of the dance.

When the show ends, you follow the crowd in the clapping for a moment before Lizzie entwines your hands and pulls you toward the bar.

"That was fun." She comments with cheeks flushed from the dance, her smile soft as you stand near each other, your hands intertwined as you reach for the menu.

"Dancing with you always is." You retorted charmingly, releasing her hand only to fit it against your waist, drawing a chuckle from Lizzie.

You ended up sharing some drinks and snacks, and you were starting to feel higher with each sip.

Lizzie was in the middle of a joke when you interrupted her.

"Marry me?"

She blinked in surprise, a confused chuckle escaping her lips.

"What?"

Maybe it was the drinking. Probably not, because with the emerald eyes looking so intently, you suddenly felt very sober. Your heart raced too, but you were never more sure of anything than you were now.

"Marry me." You repeat with a confident smile. Lizzie blushes with wide eyes.

"You... Are you serious?" She asks in surprise, and you let out a sigh, moving closer to take her hands and put them down on your racing heart.

"I love you." You tell her with nothing but sincerity. "I want to spend my life with you. I was planning something bigger, perhaps, at your parents' summer house. I would get down on one knee in front of your family and hand over the ring I've been carrying for three months." You confess and watch her look at you in shock. "I've been waiting for the right moment, Lizzie. But I've just realized that every second with you is the right moment. I want you to be my wife. Do you want me to be yours?"

It took a second for her to react, her expression changing from shock to pure happiness, the tears appearing in her eyes and the smile so big it made her eyes small.

"Yes, yes, of course." She replied between one shy laugh and another, moving forward to kiss you over and over again.

You couldn't stop smiling as you kissed her, and you giggled against each other's mouths, pulling apart to embrace each other.

It didn't take long for the people around the bar to notice and start clapping, but you didn't care.

All you were seeing was your future wife.

//-//-//-//

California, 1 year and 9 months ago.

You finished putting the coffee jug on the tray, the last missing item, before carrying it to your room, taking careful steps not to trip over anything on the way.

Lizzie was already awake, but still in bed. The glass of water in her hands and the missing pill on her bedside table indicated that she was already treating her hangover.

"Good morning, darling." You greeted as you entered, walking over to the bed to leave the platter on top of the sheet next to Lizzie.

"You're home." She commented in a mixture of surprise and embarrassment, you just made a noise with your mouth as she sighed, running her hand over her face, probably because of her headache. "When did you get home?"

"Last night." You respond by watching her. "Just before you."

"Sorry." She says moving closer. You gently pull away from her attempt to kiss her lips, and Lizzie frowns. "What?"

"I was worried." You state seriously. Lizzie lets out a sigh, leaning her back against the bed completely. "I thought you were going to pick me up at the airport, but you didn't call. And then I find the house empty. Until you arrived, completely drunk at dawn."

Lizzie crossed her arms, looking away. It was your turn to sigh.

"What's happening, Elizabeth?"

"It 's nothing."

"Elizabeth."

"Stop it." She asks impatiently, turning her face to you again. "Don't call me that."

You just frown in confusion. "It's your name."

"No." She exclaims annoyedly, closing her eyes for a moment. "You only call me Elizabeth when you're angry. And you can't be angry at me because I have the right to go out!"

You watch her stand up, as if running away from the conversation, and you sigh impatiently, massaging your temple with your finger. Lizzie begins to remove her dress, clearly intent on going to take a shower.

"I never said you had no right to go out, Elizabeth." You retort ignoring the annoyed grunt she lets out at you continuing to call her by her full name. "I just think I have the right to ask why after we agreed on something, you changed plans at the last minute and decided to disappear."

"It's funny that you want to demand something from me when you've spent the last few months without giving me any satisfaction of where or who you were with!" She accuses angrily and you grimace in indignation.

"Oh, so it's about my work?" You retort angrily. "The last time I checked we had decided that I was going to record and come home. You said you were fine with that!"

Lizzie gave a humorless laugh, her dress falling to her feet as she worked to remove her bra.

"Well, you know what, I wasn't!" She shouts angrily, throwing the bra angrily into the closet. You need to remember that you are angry with her as you have the vision of her breasts exposed in front of you while she is yelling at you. "I didn't agree to the endless get-togethers with all those sluts around you! And I sure didn't agree with your flushed face on television flirting with Emilia Clarke in front of the whole country!"

You stared at Lizzie in shock, but she just grunted in irritation before turning to go to the bathroom.

"No, I think it's so funny you bring that up, you know, Elizabeth." You spoke aloud as you stood up to follow her. "Because when I said Aubrey Plaza was flirting with you, you told me it was just business. But suddenly, Emilia is something that bothers you!"

"God, this is so different from Aubrey!" she retorts in irritation, finally naked, before stepping into the shower. You were beginning to find it hard to remember why you were fighting now that you had the view of her wet silhouette in the shower stall, as she raised her voice to be heard beyond the sound of the water. "We were supposed to be flirting in the interviews, it was all for the movie. You were just falling all over Emilia for no reason. All those smiles and giggles." She declares angrily, making you bite back a smile. Lizzie naked, angry and jealous was hot as hell.

"I really can't believe we are having this conversation." You complain as you unbutton your pajama shirt. "The most absurd part of it all is you thinking I would have anything with anyone else."

"You say these things but don't live up to them with your actions." She retorts, annoyed. "I wouldn't think anything of it if you didn't flirt with other people!"

"I didn't flirt with anyone!" You return defensively, your blouse finally coming off. Lizzie's annoyed expression almost falters, but she keeps her gaze above your breasts as you take off your pants. "And honestly, none of this would be happening if everyone knew we were dating!"

Lizzie frowns, her anger finally dissipating with your sentence. You step into the shower stall with her, and she looks at you dubiously.

"You...you want to go public?" She asks, studying you as the water falls on her back. You swallow dryly, keeping yourself in front of her.

"Only if you want to."

Lizzie holds out her hand for you to take, and when you do, she pulls you gently until your breasts are almost touching.

"Do you think we're ready for that?" She whispers as your foreheads lean against each other. You sigh as you rest your hands on her waist.

"With you, I'm ready for anything, Lizzie."

She sighs against your lips, her hands moving up to your neck.

"I can't think about that with you naked in front of me." She mumbles before moving forward against his lips.

Kissing shouldn't feel this good.

You slide your tongue over hers a moment later, and you both sigh in need, feeling the effects of so much time apart. Your hands move down to her ass, squeezing the flesh and forcing her against you, and the direct contact of exposed skin makes Lizzie whimper.

You press her against the glass of the shower stall, feeling the shower water against your back as you hold your mouths together in a passionate, hungry kiss.

When air was needed, you ran your kisses down your girlfriend's exposed collarbone, enjoying the way she sighed in anticipation, her hand moving up to the back of your neck to encourage you.

"God, I missed you." You sighed before sucking on the sensitive spot on her collarbone, making Lizzie whimper as she dug her nails into your shoulder.

She pulled your face back to hers, kissing you urgently, and you pressed your body against hers, your hands moving down to her thighs and up so that she entwined her legs around your waist.

The contact of your exposed intimates together made you both gasp in the kiss, but you slid your tongue against hers again, savoring her taste as your hands moved up to her breasts, squeezing and cupping them with a full palm, your fingers playing with her hardened nipples and making Lizzie sigh wetly.

"What is it baby?" you teased when she was unable to keep up the pace of the kiss, throwing her head back as she felt your hands pressing her breasts hard, and Lizzie grunted as she bit her lips to keep from moaning, looking up at you with dark eyes, clearly struggling to keep her expression impassive. You smiled, pressing your hips forward and watching her close her eyes tightly, unable to contain a low moan that escaped her throat. "I want to hear you, baby."

"I'm still mad at you." She declares in an affected voice, and you murmur in understanding, lowering your face to her collarbone, and licking and kissing the skin, making her shiver.

"Is this angry sex, then?" You sneer as you move your hips forward again, the sensation bringing a rising wave of pleasure to both of you. "It doesn't seem like it."

Lizzie sighs impatiently, and puts her legs on the floor, pushing you away by your shoulder.

You are so stunned by the sudden break in contact that you barely have time to absorb her turning off the shower before she pulls you by the hand out of the stall.

You were about to ask what she was going to do, but she pushed you onto the bed, and disappeared into the closet.

"Lizzie?" You called out uncertainty, preparing your apology speech for what exactly you couldn't say. But she walked out next, and the sight made your mouth go dry. "Damn."

Elizabeth was wearing a strap-on, the rubber penis already fitted in the front and ready for use. And from the determined expression on her face, she was more than willing to prove to you that she was pissed.

"Fuck me." You breathed aroused by the view, and Lizzie gave a wry chuckle as she approached the bed.

"Oh, I will." It was her only warning before she broke the distance, kissing you fervently, her tongue exploring your mouth and pulling the air from your lungs, making you see stars.

You let out a low moan, moving your hands up to her waist to pull her to you, but Lizzie pushed your hands away, breaking the kiss and moving one hand up to your neck, squeezing lightly as she made you look at her.

"Knees, ass up." She commanded in a husky voice, her gaze glittering with lust, you bit your lips to keep from moaning again, feeling your pussy pulsate with desire as you obeyed, turning on the bed quickly as Lizzie positioned herself behind you. "I'll teach you not to flirt with other girls."

"I was n-fuck." Your speech turned into an horsy whimper as she suddenly penetrated you with the dildo, you were so wet that she had no problem at all, the toy slipping into your folds with ease, filling you completely. Lizzie chuckled breathlessly, her hands steadying your hips.

"God, you're so hot." She murmured, moving slowly inside you, the action making you clench your fists in the sheets and arch your back, your pussy clenching against the dildo.

"Fuck, Lizzie."

She thrust again, this time hard, her hands squeezing your hips as she went deep inside, making you moan loudly.

Before establishing a rhythm, she leaned against you, her hand coming up to your hair and pulling you back as she brought her mouth to your ear.

"You are mine." She whispered before she thrust hard inside you, making you moan. "Do you understand?"

"Not quite yet, try harder." You teased breathlessly, the pleasure at having the dildo all the way inside you making you half dizzy. Lizzie grunted angrily, this time stroking even harder, making you see stars as you whimpered, your body beginning to tremble.

"Quit being a brat or I'm going to fucking stop." She warned against your ear, thrusting more slowly this time, and you moaned breathlessly, barely able to keep your eyes open.

Lizzie set a slow pace, but thrusting hard as you moaned and whimpered, every time the dildo entered you making you even wetter and aroused, to the point that you were unable to hold back the loud moans, and she giggled.

"Look at you, a horny, begging mess." She sneered against your ear. "You are mine, and only mine."

She whispered, her strokes deep inside you. "I want you to remember that when you flirt with other girls. How good I make you feel."

You whimpered, your pussy clenching against the dildo for more, Lizzie keeping the strokes torturously slow. Seeing your state, she laughed softly, pulling out of you completely.

Before you had time to complain, she turned you over on the bed, spreading your legs as she bent down, thrusting deep inside you. Your moan died against her lips as she kissed you hard, laying against you as she buried the dildo inside you.

You could feel Lizzie everywhere. Her breasts against you, her lips on yours, and it was too much. She thrust hard again, deep and fast as you had your legs around her waist, and her tongue on yours, and you began to tremble in spasms, pleasure spreading throughout your body.

Lizzie smiled against your lips as you lost the ability to respond to the kiss, moaning and whimpering at the closeness of your climax. Her mouth moved down to your neck as she kept up the pace of the thrusts inside you, and your hands tightened around her waist, pulling on her hips for more friction.

It wasn't long before you fell over the edge, the tightness under your belly exploding, the pleasure spreading to the tips of your feet as you moaned against Lizzie's ear, crumbling under her.

As you tried to normalize your breathing after such an intense orgasm, she straightened to look at you, her eyes had adoration in them.

"You did so good." She praised against your lips. "Did you learn your lesson?"

"I did." You replied in a husky voice, taking a deep breath to control the effects of climax.

In one swift motion, you spun you two around on the bed, sighing as you felt the toy move inside you.

"Now you will learn to honor your appointments, Miss Olsen." You warned as your hands moved down to the latches of the strap, removing it as Lizzie bit her lips, looking at you with a mischievous gaze.

You shifted to remove the strap and toss the toy on the floor, returning to sit on Lizzie's lap, your mouth returning to hers immediately.

When she began to move beneath you, you smiled against her lips, pulling away as you rested your forehead against hers and let your fingers play with her wet entrance.

"Use your mouth." She asked breathlessly, her nails digging into your arm.

"My baby wants my mouth?" You teased, moving forward to lick her lips and pulling away with a short laugh when she moaned as she chased your mouth unsuccessfully. You circled her clitoris with your fingers, and Lizzie gasped. "The next time you want to get drunk, at least text me, my love." You warned as you penetrated her with two fingers at once, feeling her hot and slippery, while Lizzie moaned loudly against your mouth. "Do you understand?"

You removed your fingers, playing with her entrance until she nodded frantically, pushing her hips toward your hand. But you laughed lightly, pulling your hand away completely, and leaving her with a confused expression.

"I thought you wanted my mouth." You scoff, already ducking, as Lizzie looks at you expectantly.

"God, you always fuck me so good." Lizzie comments as you kiss her thighs, moving down. You smile against her skin, finally reaching her pussy.

You stare at her before moving forward, your tongue against her clitoris as she sighs with need.

"Don't torture me." She begs breathlessly, her wrists locked on the bed, you smile, lingeringly licking her, and she closes her eyes tightly.

"I won't, my love." You assure her before returning your mouth to her pussy, kissing her entrance before you begin to suck and lick, devouring her with desire.

She moans loudly, letting out affected sighs with each movement of your tongue inside her, and you hold her thighs to keep her open for you as you eat her out.

It doesn't take long for Lizzie to reach her edge, already near the limit from fucking you, but it's still delicious to have her crumbling against your mouth like a weeping mess, her orgasm on your tongue as she screams your name.

You climb your body back up onto her, and kiss her tenderly, unlike anything so far.

Lizzie is trying to control her breathing from the climax, but sighs in satisfaction as she tastes herself on your tongue.

As silence falls over you, you sigh lightly, your hands caressing her face.

"Are we okay, Lizzie?" You ask as you settle down to lie across from each other. She leans into the touch of your hands, as her hands come up to your waist.

"I don't know." She confesses. "But I want us to be."

You smile, using your finger to take a strand of hair from her face and tuck it behind her ear.

"Do you think going public will make us better?"

"I don't want to love you in secret anymore." She says and you feel your heart soar. "Do you understand?"

You smile. "Yes, babe. I feel the same way."

She gives a relieved smile, her gaze passionate. You break the distance, and kiss her gently.

When you break the kiss a moment later, you look quickly at your bodies. "I think we should have this conversation with clothes on." You comment and Lizzie giggles.

"Later. Now I show how much I missed you in my bed." She says before bringing your lips together again.

You certainly wouldn't object to that.

//-//-//

Atlanta, three years ago.

You hesitated at the entrance to the restaurant.

Through the window you could see Lizzie, and all your cast mates, as it was the closing celebration of the WandaVision filming.

You swallowed hard, the object in your pocket suddenly becoming too heavy.

You startled slightly when you felt a hand on your shoulder.

"I guess we're both late, huh?" Kathryn Hahn, your cast mate, remarked gently, putting her car keys away in her pocket clearly having arrived right with you.

You gave her a lopsided smile and she noticed your hesitation, assuming a worried expression.

"Everything okay?" She asked.

You shifted your gaze to the window again, watching Lizzie giggle shyly, her gaze shining slightly. She looked around too, searching, and you knew it was for you.

"Yeah, I just...I was just having a moment of doubt." You say still looking at Lizzie. Kathryn followed your gaze, and smiled, but didn't comment on it.

You sighed, reaching into your pocket and pulling out the object.

"Wow, are you going to...?" Kathryn asked in surprise but you gave a humorless laugh.

"No, I couldn't." You say swallowing dryly, and looking away from the velvet box. "I don't know if I'm ready."

"And when either of us are?" Kat returned, making you smile.

"How did you know you were going to say yes to your husband?" You asked next. Kathryn sighed thoughtfully.

"I didn't." She replied. "There's no way to know until you get asked. But what I did know was that I loved him. And that's what really matters."

You absorbed her words in silence, and then put the box back in your pocket.

"I think she loves me." You say. "That will be enough until I find the right moment."

Kat murmurs in understanding, and then pushes her shoulder against yours lightly.

"Just don't wait too long." She warns with a smile, nodding her head signaling for the two of you to enter the restaurant and join the rest of the team.

When you enter, any thoughts of Lizzie denying your marriage proposal are driven out by the image of her contented smile when she sees you arrive.

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A/F/N> I'm not even gonna try to say this is the last time i'm continuing this work because at this point, I just know I don't believe my own words anymore haha. Tell me what you think people.

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