#so yeah i just really want everything w this new hairstylist to go well

[daydreaming-in-daisies]

i was able to get my hair consultation with this new, well-liked stylist in my city rescheduled from the beginning of march to this thursday!!!! i randomly got an email saying there were new openings and i logged into their booking system with a quickness and got that shit rescheduled. very happy that i don't have to wait 5 weeks to (hopefully) start fixing my scalp✌🏾

[bewitching-elizabeth-olsen]

Press: Elizabeth Olsen, Much Like Wanda Maximoff, Comforts Herself With Classic TV

W MAGAZINE: For W’s second annual TV Portfolio, we asked 26 of the most sought-after names in television to pay homage to their favorite small-screen characters by stepping into their shoes.

WandaVision was the first television show produced by Marvel Studios, and any gamble Disney+ took to make the series happen immediately paid off. At one point during its nine-episode run, WandaVision was the most popular streamed show in the world (beaten only recently by another Marvel series, Loki). The suburbia-set series received critical acclaim, snagging 23 Emmy nominations—one of those for Elizabeth Olsen, who was nominated for Outstanding Lead Actress in a Limited or Anthology Series or Movie for her performance as the titular Wanda—and convinced even the biggest Marvel skeptics to buy into its delicious plot.

It might come as a surprise, then, that Olsen doesn’t really watch that much contemporary television herself. But who could blame the actress, when most of her time is spent filming scenes for the Marvel Cinematic Universe as Wanda Maximoff (also known as the Scarlet Witch), a wielder of chaos magic who materializes in the small town of Westview—first as a 1950s-era housewife married to a humanlike robot named Vision (played by Paul Bettany), then as a ’60s housewife, then a ’70s housewife, and so on. When the actress does watch television, though, she prefers to get into some of those older shows, like Murder, She Wrote, which she chose to re-create above, and, of course, episodes of ’90s sitcoms like Full House, of which there was no dearth in the actress’s childhood.

My contract with Marvel was done. Kevin Feige, who runs Marvel, had me come into his office, and he pitched me WandaVision. I loved the concept of it, but I was terrified of a new streaming service—that is now Disney+.

Did you know the entire concept going in, or was it revealed to you over time?

He told me that he wanted to create a story about Wanda Maximoff manipulating reality to mimic the sitcoms that she grew up with in order to comfort herself. He wanted it to be kind of trippy, for it to feel like a sitcom, but twisted, kind of Twilight Zone-y. That reminded me of Twilight Zone: The Movie, where there’s a boy who is obsessed with television, has a horrible family, and he conjures up a bunny that kills his whole family. It’s really wacky. I just thought, It would be incredible if we do anything that’s a piece of that.

Were you personally a fan of I Love Lucy and other old sitcoms?

Yeah, I watched Nick at Nite all the time. I loved I Love Lucy, Laverne & Shirley. I didn’t like The Brady Bunch, but I loved the Brady Bunch sequel movies. That made me excited to get to reference The Brady Bunch [in WandaVision].

Did you shoot the episodes in order, or did you go back and forth between the 1950s and ’60s?

We tried to film everything in order. The exteriors, though, we hopped around. Our fences, the color of the houses, the flowers all look different from decade to decade. Luckily, it was pretty contained, but it really was sad to wrap the sitcom. We wrapped it when Paul and I and Kathryn [Hahn] and Teyonah [Parris] were filming the ’70s opening montage to the Brady Bunch theme, and that was how he wrapped it—in six bizarre outfits, with a pregnant belly on a tandem bike.

Did you keep anything from the set?

I’m not a keeper, because I feel like I’m not allowed to [keep things]. I feel like everything goes into some box that they hide from everyone, then maybe eventually they’ll retire and reuse shit. I have no idea.

I thought you might keep Wanda’s apron!

That would have been a really impractical apron. It was made out of gauze. Anything would bleed right through it.

Do you have an understanding of women in each decade now? Did you have to wear the undergarments and the whole nine yards?

Yeah. I loved the undergarments. It’s all helpful for the time, for the character, for how women move, how they talk. The shoes were the worst. I did wear vintage period shoes. And that’s awful. My feet don’t even like heels, let alone heels that have quite literally no support.

Is it difficult to have kissing scenes with all the purple paint on Paul Bettany when he’s dressed as Vision?

It’s really hard. It comes off on me, even though they try as much as they can to powder him. They have to powder his hands all the time, because if he wants to touch my face… They have to be on top of us for those scenes. It’s really not practical.

So which character did you decide to play for our portfolio?

I decided to be Angela Lansbury [as Jessica Fletcher] in Murder, She Wrote. I asked my friend Clayton Hawkins, who’s a hairstylist and great with wigs, if he could get a cheap wig and wrap my hair. And that’s what we did. I was watching Murder, She Wrote in London a lot.

During lockdown?

I was filming there, and in and out of lockdowns, but filming through lockdowns as well. And that was one of the things that would be on the television. I think I never really sat down and watched Murder, She Wrote until then. It’s fabulous. Great guest stars, great whodunits. My favorite moment is when they solve it and play it out for you in the solving of the mystery and going backwards. It’s just delicious, and it feels good to watch. There’s a great horse-racing episode that I loved, because I love the racetrack.

Did you have a TV show you loved growing up?

I never did Dawson’s Creek, I never did any of those shows. What did I watch, though? I loved Family Matters, Step by Step, The Torkelsons. And I loved Full House. We had all the VHSs, and it was very easy to watch at my house.

Did you have a crush on John Stamos?

Yes.

Who was your cinematic crush when you were growing up?

Frank Sinatra. I didn’t know they were old movies that I was watching. So when you say “TV shows,” what I consumed as a child was all old musicals, like Oklahoma!, Guys and Dolls, Carousel, West Side Story. I loved classic musicals, and I was in love with Frank Sinatra. I would do scenes with him in my bathroom, which then turned into scenes with George Clooney as I got older and I realized Frank Sinatra was an old man. I was like, Well, maybe if I get older, I can at least work with George Clooney, as his daughter’s friend or something, and then we have a thing.

What was your first red carpet look? Was it for Martha Marcy May Marlene?

Yeah, Cannes was my first red carpet look. I was in the Row. I was in a black Row skirt and a lace top, and I didn’t have an undergarment on. I didn’t know that flash photography at night was going to be my enemy, and my publicist worked really hard to try and remove those pictures from the Internet. [Laughs]

Do you have a secret skill?

You know what I’m really good at? Removing stains. I believe I can remove a stain from anything.

How did you learn to remove stains?

Probably started with my mom, who’s a soaker. That’s kind of the first rule: patience. And then, because I cook so much, I think I just had to learn. I’m pretty “woman of the house” handy.

I thought you were going to say that your secret skill was that you can sell real estate. Because when I first met you, you had a real estate license.

I did. It’s definitely expired. I got my real estate license because I didn’t want to work in a restaurant in New York as a summer job. So I thought, I’ll work in a real estate office. I was dealing with my sister’s friend who was a realtor, and I dealt with his rental clients. And I would mispronounce streets in New York all the time, because I had just moved there.

Press: Elizabeth Olsen, Much Like Wanda Maximoff, Comforts Herself With Classic TV was originally published on Elizabeth Olsen Source • Your source for everything Elizabeth Olsen

[porkchop-ao3]

... Happily Ever After

I gave a nice neat ending to Tailor and Hairstylist, it’s only fair I do the same for Ice Cream Rick and reader :) (dw I have another fic with these two planned shh) I hope this gives you the warm and fuzzies. It is SFW but involves intoxication. 

Enjoy!

-

Our relationship had always been one prone to moving quickly. After meeting I.C at RickCon, he and I fell hard for each other in only a matter of weeks, I had been completely smitten within a month of knowing him and by the way he treated me I could only assume he felt the same way. We never really slowed down, our love for each other gaining momentum until neither one of us could imagine being without the other, and spending nights apart was becoming damn near painful. I wanted to spend as much time as possible with him, I wanted to live with him. So when I heard that he had been looking at houses without telling me, I felt odd. Not knowing whether it was safe to get my hopes up, I confronted him.

“Are you moving out?” I asked him outright. A weird mix of confusion, hopefulness, but not wanting to get ahead of myself, filling me completely; I'd been unable to think about much else since I had heard.

I.C’s head snapped towards me from his mixing bowl. We were downstairs in his ice cream lab and he was mixing up a new flavour, putting together drops of syrups, ground up, dried ingredients fresh from the mortar and pestle, stirring them into a pink paste in his bowl. He stopped moving when I'd asked him, though, hands pausing mid stir.

“I spoke to Beth earlier on, when you were down here. She mentioned you'd been looking at houses, she only said it as a throw away thing… it looked like she didn't mean to. She went all red when I asked what she was on about.”

“She did? Huh,” I.C was frowning, looking extremely confused. His expression so extreme that I questioned it's sincerity. “I don't know why she'd say that.”

“You weren't looking at houses? She said you were looking online.”

“Uhhhh,” he scratched his head, puffed some air through his lips and looked up at the ceiling. “I don't…” he trailed off, shaking his head. He looked stumped.

“Rick?” I cocked my brow at him.

“Yeah?” He glanced at me hopefully.

“You're being weird,” I smiled a little strangely at him.

“Am I ever not weird?” He chuckled.

I leaned against the counter and tilted my head expectantly. He scrubbed a hand over his face, sighing loudly and finishing it off with a little groan.

“I didn't want to say anything just yet,” he begrudgingly admitted. “I really didn't want to say anything until I had it all figured out.”

“Well you have to say something now!” I exclaimed, chuckling.

“I've been looking into this for a little while, just feeling things out, you know? Nothing serious. I just wanted to…” he trailed off again and looked at me. I waited quite a while before he spoke again. “I was thinking that we should– or we could start looking for, uh, for somewhere we could live together.”

“Huh?” My response was so stupid sounding I wanted to punch myself. It wasn't as if I wasn't expecting it.

“We don't have to. It's just, it's been getting so hard not having our own space. W-w-we're always worrying about someone coming home or knocking on the door or whatever. It'd be so good to just be alone and have our privacy, don't you think?”

“Oh god, yeah it would be. I know what you're saying.”

“So is that a yes?” He beamed hopefully, only a hint of nervousness behind his smile. He knew just as well as I did that we were headed this way, it was an obvious unspoken fact that we both wanted this.

“Of course!” I matched his smile and he turned to me, going in for a hug. I stopped him with my words, and his hands settled on my waist instead. “But I have some questions,” I pursed my lips, frowning in thought.

“Hold onto them,” he held a finger up to me before whipping off his apron and putting his bowl away in a fridge under his desk. “I had a plan, I w-was gonna take you somewhere I think you'll love, and make it all romantic before I asked you. We could still go, talk things out there?”

“Oh! Really? You were gonna be all romantic?” I smiled, my heart warming as much as my cheeks.

“You know me, Casanova o-over here,” he smirked, pulling his portal gun out of his pocket. “Uhh, you have any hiking boots?”

“Hiking boots? Sure, at home,” I gave him an odd look, intrigued.

“We'll stop there along the way,” he grinned, shooting a portal at the wall.

-

When we stepped through the portal after stopping to change my shoes, Rick insisted that he cover up my eyes. He'd handed me a bag full of snacks, and I gripped onto it like a safety harness as I stepped into the unknown. I trusted him with my life, but it was still rather nerve-wracking, especially when my foot met uneven, ragged feeling ground. I was standing on sharp outcrops, I could feel that much through the thick soles of my boots and was grateful for Rick's suggestion to change my shoes.

“You okay sweetheart?” He asked me, standing close with his warm palms cupping over my eyes ever so gently.

“This place isn't scary, is it?”

“I hope not. I don't think you'll find it scary. Are you ready?”

“I am.”

“Alright, 3, 2, 1…” he lifted his hands from my eyes and I blinked a couple of times. My eyes quickly adjusted, and I gasped.

Rick had taken me to what could only be described as a giant crystal. The entire ground as far as the eye could see was covered in glistening points of lavender coloured rock, all of varying sizes. Some points were taller than us, cropping straight up to the sky, some with smaller points growing out from the base, sparkling beautifully. The ground below our feet was covered in tiny crystals, some coming loose, scattered around like pebbles on a driveway. I felt the urge to pick one up as a keepsake, but I resisted.

“What do you think?” Rick stepped around to stand beside me, studying my face.

“I've never seen anything like it. This is incredible! What is it, amethyst?”

“Yep. At least, something close to it. This whole planet is like it, it's essentially a giant inside out geode,” he grinned, letting his eyes roam the scenery.

“How did you find this place? It's absolutely beautiful!” I was flabbergasted, my eyes drying out because I had to remind myself to blink.

“I had some help. I went to a dimension of magpie people,” he started, taking a soft breath.

“They helped you? They really do like shiny things,” I chuckled.

“Not exactly, I went there with the intention of asking for their help, but… turns out it's highly offensive to ask a magpie person about shiny things,”

“Are you pulling my leg?” I finally pulled my eyes away from the scenery to look at him.

“I wish I was! It's a terrible stereotype, they're seriously sensitive about it, apparently,” he shrugged.

“Huh,” I cocked a brow in surprise.

“So instead I asked an old friend of mine, Rick J19-Zeta-7. He knows a lot about geology, he told me about this place,” he held his hand out to me, and I took it in mine. “Careful where you put your feet, baby, I don't want you rolling an ankle.”

Rick led me on a trail through the large crystal points around us. It was like a trail through a forest, and I wondered how many beings had been there before, walking that very path. The crystals under foot were shinier than the rest, as if they'd been polished by the feet of visitors.

After a while we broke off the trail, stepping between two large clusters; tall points with smaller terminations covering the sides of it. I ran my hand over one as we passed, feeling the sharp edges against my skin, not sharp enough to cut but definitely pointy. We found ourselves in a little clearing with some thicker, shorter points, coming out of the ground at such an angle that there were plenty of flat edges for us to sit on. We sat side by side on our makeshift thrones and took a few minutes of quiet there, appreciating the scenery. In my mind, if the place had any sounds to hear it'd be windchimes, but in reality it was almost silent. Save for a quiet whistling as gentle wind blew through the gems.

“Can we live here?” I broke the quiet, hearing him chuckle in response.

“Accidental house viewing?” He laughed.

“It's so peaceful. What sort of healing properties is amethyst supposed to have?”

“You're asking me? I'm a man of science, my dear,” he nudged my side.

“I know you are, but it's interesting to think about, isn't it?”

“It is. Whatever you believe in, there's no doubt this place is relaxing,” he took a deep, gentle breath and leaned back against another outcrop of rock. “Now, you said you had questions? I'm all ears, baby.”

I nodded slowly, studying an edge of rock that had some traces of orange within it as I thought.

“First of all, where would we live? As in, dimensions. I forget this all the time, but… we're from different dimensions, after all,” I pointed out, and Rick hummed in acknowledgement.

“Your dimension. We'd live in yours, in London. Unless you'd prefer somewhere else?”

“But what about you? You can't just leave your family behind,” I looked up at him, my brow arching. He let out a breath and sat up, leaning close to me.

“Angel, don't forget, I have a portal gun. I can go and visit them instantly whenever I want, it'd be no different to living down the street; you don't have that luxury. And I'm not leaving them behind, my family is… is their own family. Honestly, I feel like I'm kind of intruding sometimes, living in their house,” he admitted with a gentle shrug of his shoulders.

“I don't think they see it that way.”

“You know I've already talked to Beth about this. She's happy that I've found you and frankly, I think she's already planned what she's doing with my bedroom when I'm gone,” he snorted, flashing me a little grin.

“You're really okay with that? What about Morty?”

“Morty helps me out a lot, and it's useful having him around all the time. But, he's growing up. One day he'll probably go to college, or get a job, I can't expect him to drop everything to help me forever,” he admitted, scratching his goatee. “But, I have thought about him. I'm gonna make him a special portal gun, one that's just for travelling between our dimensions. That way he can visit whenever he likes.”

“Hmm,” the sound I made wasn't intended to be disapproving, but my face must've told him my inner worries far too accurately because he laughed.

“Don't worry. It won't let him just portal into the house. He'll have to knock on the front door, so we won't get any surprises.”

“Oh, okay,” I smiled, relieved.

“See? I've got it all figured out,” he tapped on the side of his head and nodded.

“Of course you do,” I smirked. “But don't forget Tailor. What happens if two Ricks are living in the same dimension? Isn't there like… like a special law against that?”

Rick burst out into belly laughs, so suddenly he startled me.

“I'm sorry baby, I'm not laughing at you. If- if you knew as many Ricks as–” he cut himself off with more laughter and I sighed, shoving him a little.

“Spit it out!”

“Surely you know Tailor better than I do, and he… he's- you know he hooks up with other Ricks, right?”

“Yeah, he's been pretending he's not in a relationship with that Stylist from RickCon for months.”

“Well, he's far from the only one. I know at least five Ricks who're living with themselves, and that's not even the ones I know from the Citadel,” he explained. “Trust me, there's no laws. We'll be fine.”

“Point taken,” I shrugged. “I didn't realise it was so common.”

“Oh, it's common,” he smirked. I eyed him for a long time, burning questions threatening to spill.

“What about you?” I asked, unable to hold back.

“What about me?” He counter-questioned, straightening up.

“Have you ever… another Rick…” I murmured, going red in the face.

He stared at me for a while, blinking too often, his face hard to read. “What if I have?”

“Well, I'd think that was fine. I mean, if I had a wealth of me's out there at the end of a portal gun I might've done the same,” I shrugged.

“In that case, hell yeah I have,” the wall of stoic broke and he grinned.

“Really? Wow…” my lips curled into a small smile as a few images flitted through my mind. Rick caught my chin in his hand and turned my head to look at him.

“Any further questions?” He smirked.

“Oh, I could think of a few… but none about our living arrangements,” I mirrored his expression and he chuckled, before leaning in to kiss me.

-

The moving process went surprisingly smoothly. I had lived in my childhood home my whole life, having never moved before, but Rick made sure that everything was accounted for and took care of almost everything. We found a nice house not too far from Tailor's studio, within walking distance, which would be useful since I was eager to continue working there. Two bedrooms, two bathrooms, an open plan kitchen and living area with a generous garden and a basement level that worked well for Rick once he'd converted it into his lab. That had been an interesting weekend, the house was crawling with Ricks, since according to I.C they worked far more efficiently than any builders we could hire here on earth. Everything fell wonderfully into place, and while the house still looked pretty sparse in places, it didn't take us long to settle in.

Gosh, it was wonderful. Just having him around whenever we were home, having dinner with him every single evening, curling up in bed with him every single night. We finally felt completely at ease when we were together, no distractions or interruptions, no nothing. Just each other's company. I thought my love for him had reached its peak, but living with him had proved me wrong and I quickly realised the space in my heart for him was infinite. Rick never hid his emotions or feelings, he never hesitated to tell me that he loved me, but it still didn't stop my heart from feeling like it was about to beat out of my chest whenever he said something open and honest.

One night was especially touching, and nothing short of eventful. In the evenings we would sit in front of the TV together, and we'd developed a pretty terrible habit of sharing a tub of his ice cream. That night I hadn't been hungry enough, so he was eating alone. It was just as well, since half way down the tub Rick suddenly frowned, looking down into it with a puzzled look.

“What's up?” I asked, catching his eye. He nodded towards the coffee table that I was sitting closest to and asked me to hand him the lid.

“I just wanna check something,” he murmured. The tubs he kept his ice cream in were plain white with just a few letters written on the lid, signifying what was inside it. He knew what they all meant, not many other people did. He scanned the lid, his eyes widening a little. “Shit.”

“What?”

“Uhhh,” he sat up, putting the lid back on the tub and holding it out to me. “Could you, uh, put that back in the freezer for me?” I took it from him and he rubbed his hands over his face.

“Are you okay?” I asked him, looking down at the lid and failing to make sense of the letters there.

“I, uhh, I fucked up,” he said, letting out a sheepish laugh. “I can only apologise in advance for… for…” he trailed off, looking up at me with eyes that looked a little… off. “That ice cream was highly alcoholic. I picked up the wrong one, and I really shouldn't have eaten half a tub.”

His words were beginning to slur a little.

“You didn't realise? Does it not taste bitter?” I questioned, peeling the lid off and having a sniff. It didn't smell like alcohol.

“Well no, as a rule I don't like adding normal booze into ice cream without processing it a bunch, it makes it too soft. This has alien alcohol in it, which doesn't taste bitter and it- it takes a while to kick in but hooo when it does,” he snickered, slumping back against the sofa. “Like a freight train, baby.”

“Shit, are you okay? It's not dangerous, is it?”

“Only if you let me climb up on the roof, or, or play with knives,” he laughed again. I certainly wasn't seeing the funny side.

“Rick, you never drink! I've never seen you drunk before.”

“Get ready, sweetheart, I'm getting there.” He tried to push himself up from the sofa and failed. “Fuck, this- this is why I stay away from the shit.”

“Oh god, just stay there. I'll get you some water.”

With a sigh I hurried to the kitchen, putting the ice cream in the freezer and filling up a tall glass with water. When I returned he was still on the sofa, staring up at the ceiling.

“I remember this, the room going ‘round in circles. Ugh.”

“Here, have a drink,” He lifted his head and reached for the glass, his hand missing completely on the first try. “Oh, Christ,” I muttered.

Rick held the glass with both hands and took a drink, then handed it back to me. I placed it down on the coffee table and sat back down next to him, watching him in concern.

“I-I-I’m fine, don't look so worried,” he laughed, words really melting together now.

“I am worried. This is hitting so fast,” I gnawed on my bottom lip. He brought his hand down on my knee and gave it a reassuring squeeze.

“Tha's what it does, baby. I'm fine,” he drew out the last word, shaking his head from side to side. I continued to stare at him as he rolled his head back against the sofa, looking at me with this dizzy smile. “God, you're beautiful.”

I wasn't expecting him to say that, and I raised my brows in surprise.

“I would make love to you, but since there's two of you I wouldn't want to leave one of you out,” he snickered, hoisting himself forwards and draping his body over mine in a loose hug.

“Are you joking, or are you actually seeing double?” I questioned, holding onto him carefully, frozen by worry.

“I'm joking,” he turned his head and mumbled into my neck. “Relax, beautiful,” he kissed my neck once.

“Maybe you should go and lay down, sleep through this,” I suggested. He used my shoulder to push himself up and steady himself. He was blinking slowly, one eye out of time with the other, squinting. Bloody hell, he looked liked he'd spent all day in a brewery.

“You're looking after me, aren't y-you adorable? I-I'll be fine.”

“So you keep saying, but I don't like seeing you like this and I think sleeping will be best for you,” I sighed, stroking his cheek and pushing his hair out of his face for him.

“You're an angel, you know that? So sweet and c-caring. Always thinking about me, l-let's go, hmm?”

“Yeah? You wanna go to bed?”

Rick nodded and wiped some drool away from the corner of his mouth. “I gotta- gotta brush my teeth,” he went to stand up, falling right back down again.

“Yeah… you should, but I don't know if…” I stood up and held my hands out for him to grab onto. “One night won't kill you, I'm not sure if you'll manage.”

“What if they all fall out?” He laughed, finally getting to his feet, though he was extremely unsteady. I had to use all of my strength to keep him upright, guiding him over to the stairs.

“They won't… look, why don't you crawl up the stairs?”

Rick slumped onto his hands and knees at the staircase, laughing away to himself.

“Fuck! I am trashed, aren't I?” He exclaimed, dragging himself up the stairs, my hands ready to grab him if he started to slide. “I ne-need to stop selling that shit, it's inhumane to put a man through this,” he cackled.

“I bet other Ricks can handle this. You aren't used to it,” I sighed.

“You ca-callin’ me a lightweight? Coz that- that's exactly what I am,” he snorted loudly. I cracked a little smile.

We managed to get him up the stairs, and he didn't bother rising to his feet once we reached the top. He crawled his way to our bedroom, banging his head on the door and simultaneously opening it with his head. He grunted and rubbed at his skull.

“Be careful, oh my god, Rick,” I whined, opening the door the rest of the way and flicking the light on. He simply laughed in response. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, didn't feel a thing,” he slurred, carrying on and dragging himself onto the bed. I helped him up, lifting his legs up onto the mattress. He groaned and rolled onto his back, splaying out across the whole bed. I sighed and rubbed the top of his head, wincing. He hummed pleasantly, smiling up at me.

“I am so glad you don't drink, it's like having a toddler,” with a sigh, I reached for his shirt buttons and started to undo them. He made a saucy little sound and wiggled his brows at me. “Calm down, I'm just getting you down to your undies. You don't wanna sleep in your clothes,��� I tutted.

He helped me get his shirt off and then I went for his pants, undoing his fly and tugging them down his legs, leaving him in his socks and his boxers. I folded the duvet over him, not bothering to try and pull the rest out from under him.

“Do I need to get a bucket?”

“What for?”

“In case you feel ill,” I said, thinking it was obvious.

“I don't feel sick, I'm fine,” he shrugged.

“I'll get one just in case,” I sighed, sitting down next to him and stroking his hair. I wasn't ready to leave him just yet, I'd wait until he was properly settled down. I felt the need to keep my eye on him, he looked incredibly vulnerable; unable to hold himself up or get himself around.

Rick took my hand in his, pulling it away from his head and bringing it to his mouth. He kissed my fingertips sloppily, chuckling quietly and sighing, closing his eyes. I thought he looked incredibly sweet, despite being so intoxicated. I smiled, very nearly prying my hand from him so I could get up, but he kept me there with his next words.

“Mm, I'm gonna make you my wife one day.”

My heart damn near stopped. My face dropped. Not because I was unhappy about what he'd said, but because of how much it shocked me. We were in love, we'd moved in together, and we were serious about each other; but the words husband or wife had never really crossed my mind.

“You are?” I responded quietly, gripping his hand as he dropped it to the bed, letting my thumb run over the back of his hand.

“Mhm, one day,” he nodded, rolling onto his side and closing his eyes.

I didn't think too much into it. He was absolutely hammered, out of it, not thinking straight. But, his words still meant the world to me, I knew there was at least some sincerity behind them, even if it just meant how much he cared for me. The idea of becoming his wife was something that I could definitely, definitely get used to. But I put it away in the back of my mind with a smile, deciding that whatever happened, as long as I was his, I was happy.

I leaned down and pressed a kiss to his temple, and then left him – only briefly – to prepare for the no doubt sleepless night I'd have watching over him. I could only hope that the morning hangover would treat him kindly…

[oohfluffy]

LMN Ch.3 | OSH

Group: EXO

Member: Oh Sehun

Theme: Angst | Fluff | Writer!AU | Neighbor!AU

Word Count: 2,368

✎ Chapter 3: EX ✎

"No way, man. No way. Stay away from my noona."

Chanyeol shook his head as he hit Sehun's arm.

"What? You're the one who tells me about her books and stuffs. Now that I'm asking about her, you're declining?"

"I know that kind of question, bro. You're gonna hit on my sister." Chanyeol rolled his eyes as he watched Sehun lay down on his bed as if he's at their own house.

"I'm not! I'm just curious. She seems..." Sehun bit his lower lip as he thought of the first time he saw you. "...distant? Beautiful but it's like she has walls built around her."

"I don't know what you're talking about but please," Chanyeol stared into his best friend's eyes. "stay the hell away from her."

"You're creeping me out. Is there something I need to know—"

"None that you should know. Anyway, let's work on that project that's due..." Chanyeol trailed off as he flipped the pages of his notebook. "...oh shit. The deadline's fucking tomorrow!"

Sehun lazily stood up to get the materials needed back at his house.

"I'll just get my things and we can work on it here. Is that alright?"

"Yeah, that'll be great. Move fast, okay?!"

Sehun closed his door and was about to walk downstairs when the door in the end of the hallway opened.

You had your toothbrush in your mouth as you scribbled on your notebook while walking back to your room, which is just located across of the bathroom. Sehun stifled a laugh as he saw you. You seemed to be in your own world, not even noticing his presence. He watched as you walked back out of your room to continue brushing your teeth in the bathroom with your eyes wrinkling in happiness.

"Cute." He mumbled with a grin as he took a last glance at you before going downstairs.

You went out of the bathroom as you breathed out in relief.

"Next chapter will be..." You wondered out loud as you walked back into your room. "The guy finally met her, so..."

What will happen next? Should the guy make a move already?

"Maybe?" You muttered as you sat back down on your chair.

As you leaned your head back on the chair, you tilted your head towards the window beside you.

The lights are on?

A broad back suddenly appeared in your sight, making your eyes widen. The white shirt he was wearing was fit and since he was putting a lot of materials inside a bag, you see how his back flex whenever he moves.

And of course, he suddenly turned around and saw you gapping at him.

Sehun waved at you with a smirk.

Your cheeks flushed as you quickly pulled your blinds down, hands slightly trembling in panic.

"What the hell. His room is just..." You groaned in annoyance as you shook your head. "What a pain."

You blinked as you saw a little notebook laying on top of your books.

That seems familiar.

You went to get it and open it as you sat back down.

| "Dear Diary" |

Sehun watched as you disappeared in his sight, chuckling as he saw your panicked expression.

"I wanna know more." He mumbled as he carefully brought the bag out of the room.

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It has been a week since the Oh family move in next door. Chanyeol's best friend has been hanging around your house too.

How fun.

"So the guy, who has been getting stalked by my sisters and yours, is your new neighbor? Wow. Such a small world."

Dasom laughed as she watch your face turned sour.

"Why do even girls like him?" You asked as you took a sip of your iced coffee.

"Girls in this generation like bad boys. Almost 95% of the books I've read at the library are all about good girls falling for the bad boys. I'm getting tired of it, girl." Dasom sighed as she looked at your window.

"Why does he enjoy playing with them though?"

"Maybe because he loves the attention? Or maybe he's just a jerk that likes to sleep with them?"

"Why would he like to sleep with them?"

"Probably because he knows that he can just use them for a day then throw them like trash after."

"That's gross." You cringed as you stopped typing.

"Why are you suddenly interested with Oh Sehun, huh? Don't tell me?!" Dasom gasped as she turned to you.

"Shut up. It's not like that."

"Why then?!"

"I kind of used him as the inspiration of the male character in my new story. I needed information about how a real playboy works." You shrugged as you frowned at her.

"Watch your steps then. You might enter the danger zone."

"Danger zone? What's that?"

Dasom walked closer to you, as if someone might hear her speak.

"The danger zone is the hole you might fall in when you get closer to a playboy, Yeoreum-ah."

You laughed at her words, hitting her forehead as you calmed down. She was just staring at you with a blank face.

"T-That's funny." You bit your lip as you stifled the laugh that was trying to get out of your mouth.

"I'm serious!"

"So what happens if I fell into that 'danger zone'?" You giggled as you made quotation marks as you said the two words.

"There's a possibility you might never come out alive."

Your smile dropped as you heard your best friend sigh.

"W-Why? You're gonna die in there then?"

"It's because you'll probably offer your life to him. You'll turn into a boomerang. Like even though he throws you away for a million of times, you'll just end up going back to him. That's how dangerous the danger zone is!"

"What kind of logic is that? How'd you know about this?" You grabbed your glass of iced coffee, feeling your throat dried up.

"I already entered that once."

You choked on your coffee, coughing hard in the process. Dasom squealed in panic. You just raised your palm up as a sign you're okay.

"Why didn't I know about this? Tell me everything!"

"It happened when I went to a party last 2 years ago. I ended up drunk and accidentally..." Dasom grinned as you listened to her attentively. "...had—"

"OKAY. Stop right there. You did that?!" You cut her off, knowing how that night ended with her.

"Don't act so innocent, Park Yeoreum! You're freaking 25, don't tell me you hadn't done that with J— oh fuck. No?"

You shook your head as you closed your eyes in embarrassment.

"But you'd been in a relationship for two years!" Dasom said frustratedly as she shook your shoulders, slightly making you dizzy. "Oh sorry."

"A relationship means loving and caring for each other as you get to know one another more. It's not about having sexual interactions or skinship. It's about staying stronger as time pass by, not only physically, but also emotionally and spiritually. Can you stay longer in a relationship that's just all about sex? You're just a slut if you can."

"I believe in you, my friend." Dasom nodded as she agreed with what you're saying. "You can really change my mind with your words."

"Anyway, I need to finish 5 chapters for this week. It's December already." You groaned as you realized something. "Shit. I have a conference on Monday."

"Where?"

"Seoul Metro Center. The company I'm working at for a while invited me to go. It's an opportunity to see other authors and their works too, so why not. It totally slipped out of my mind!" You said as you stood up and opened your closet.

Jeans, oversized t-shirts, jeans, polos, jeans, and...

"Jeans." You mumbled as you glared at your clothes. "I don't even have any formal clothes."

"I told you, you can count on me! I have a lot!" Dasom exclaimed as she walked to you. "I'll bring the ones I think will suit you tomorrow! I'll take care of it! I can be your make-up artist and hairstylist too!"

"Don't you have work on Monday?"

"Well, what time is your conference?"

"Around 3 in the afternoon."

"My job ends at 2, I can handle that! I'll go straight here after my shift."

You smiled as you turned to your best friend.

"You're really helping me a lot."

"I'm you best friend for goodness' sake! Rely on me more!"

The best best friend.

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"Is your Yeoreum noona gonna go somewhere today?" Sehun asked as Chanyeol made the outline of their project.

"What the fuck, dude. Didn't I tell you—"

"I'm just asking because I saw her go out in a formal attire earlier! Chill!" Sehun laughed as Chanyeol frowned at him.

"She's attending a Writers' Convention or something like that. You know how popular her books are, so it's normal she gets invited to events like that. It's her 5th time—"

"I thought you said she doesn't like going out?"

"Well, it's her work. That doesn't count." Chanyeol shrugged his best friend's question as Sehun just looked at him.

"You're hiding something from me, Chanyeol. I know you!"

Chanyeol's eyes widened as Sehun hit his cheek with a meter stick.

"YAH!"

On the other side—

"It's a pleasure to finally meet you, author Park!"

A lot of professional authors, journalists and other well-known people greeted you as you entered the venue.

You were ushered towards your seat by a familiar face.

"Mr. Kim!" You greeted as you saw his face. Mr. Kim Junmyeon is the CEO of the writing company you're currently working at. He's young and already successful. You actually envy him a bit. He's 26 but he looks like he's just 12. Another thing you envy from him.

"You look lovely as usual, Ms. Park." He smiled, showing you his bright smile. "Let me lead you to your seat."

You roamed your eyes around the hall. Everything looks elegant and formal. The people are all wrapped in gorgeous and shining clothes.

You looked down at your dress.

It was simple but stunning in some way.

The dress was white, little diamonds on your waist. The collar part shows a bit of your collarbones, a sparkling necklace hanging resting on them. It's only up to your knees as your sleeves end at your forearms. You didn't wear heels, even though Dasom urged you to wear hers, since you knew how hard and uncomfortable to wear them. A simple white pair of flat shoes will suffice.

Your hair was highly tied, curls on the tips. Your make-up is not that dark, making a natural look for you.

"I want you to meet someone, Ms. Park. My friend wanted to meet you so bad when I mentioned you to him before. He's a writer too, he just lives a bit far from here." Mr. Kim looked around as he searched for his friend.

"May I know where your friend lives?"

"He left a few months ago to go to Canada. But he just returned to Incheon this week, so I invited him to come here too. I told him you're coming, I think he's really your fan. He said he'll come the second he heard you're coming."

You stopped roaming your eyes when Mr. Kim spoke.

"W-Who's your friend, Mr. Kim?"

"He's—" Mr. Kim's eyes widened in delight as he looked at the person behind you. "He's here."

Please tell me it's not him.

You chanted in your mind as you nervously smiled, preparing yourself to greet the newcomer.

"Dude, this is Yeoreum-ssi. I know you're one of her fans. This is a dream come true, huh?" Mr. Kim laughed as he stood up to hug his friend.

"Yeoreum."

As you heard his voice, you closed your eyes. You calmed yourself for a second before standing up to formally greet him. You turned to him with a smile as if everything's fine.

"Jaebum."

It's fucking nice to meet you again.

"Oh! You two know each other already?"

Mr. Kim innocently looked happy as he looked between you and Jaebum.

"Yeah. We were—"

"We were colleagues before." You cut Jaebum off as you gestured the chair in front of you. "Let's sit, shall we?"

The two sat down as Mr. Kim continued talking like he's not sensing the awkward atmosphere on your table.

"You didn't tell me you knew her." Mr. Kim told his friend as he chewed on his beef. "I thought you were just a fan."

"You didn't ask." Jaebum was talking to him but his eyes didn't leave you.

"The event's about to begin. Please settle down as the preparations are being done at the moment."

You sat up straight as you sipped on your glass of water.

"You're not gonna drink wine?" Jaebum suddenly asked, making you turn to him in surprise.

"You know I don't drink wine."

"Why though?"

"It's none of your business, Jaebum."

Jaebum chuckled as he heard you call him his name.

"You use to call me Jae or JB—"

"Please keep your thoughts to yourself. I don't want to hear it."

"Why, Yeoreum-ah?"

You glanced at Mr. Kim, who seems interested with the beef in front of him, before turning to Jaebum.

"What are you talking—"

"You know what I'm talking about."

"If this is about the us in the past—"

"Past? It's just 3 fucking months ago!"

Mr. Kim suddenly turned to the both of you.

"Are you two okay? You're like fighting or something."

"No, no. We're just catching up, Mr. Kim." You smiled at him as you waved him off. He hesitantly nodded as he glanced at his friend.

"Can we not talk about this here?" You mumbled as you focused on the stage in front. You heard him sigh.

"Of course. You're the one who always gets the final say."

Jaebum scoffed as he looked away from your side profile. You slowly brought your fist on your chest, feeling the erratic beating of your heart.

I'm sorry.

You still love him.

A lot.

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❥ Ch.4