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Remember a Time X

Series: (Pt.1), (P.t 2), (P.t 3), (P.t 4), (P.t 5), (P.t 6), (P.t 7), (P.t 8), (P.t 9) Wanda Maximoff x Fem! Reader, Natasha Romanoff x Fem! Reader ;) (High school Au ) No Powers Word count: 1907 aproxx A/n: It's me again for the few of you still keeping up with this little story. I present you with an update. One should be up next week I mean it this time It's done just needs editing. Anyways hope you enjoy I'm really trying to get past this writers block, thanks for being patient <3

There was officially only two months left till you moved to California, and time felt like it was flying. Both you and Natasha had been apartment hunting, unfortunately you couldn't find a suitable apparent for the two of you, so you both opted to search for apartments individually. You were bummed at the beginning but soon realized that it would facilitate things for the both of you. More so your dad knocked some well needed sense into your head. As much as he liked Natasha things could end badly and then you'd both be stuck in a bad situation. It was for the best you had decided. "You know, I'm basically going to be living with you on the weekends and when I don't have class. We survived being a continent away. We'll survive a couple of miles." You nodded confidently, agreeing with her. "I'll survive. Not sure you will, with your horrible cooking skills." You jabbed.

She laughed, but then the reality set in. She wouldn't have her mothers cooking, and now she wouldn't have yours which paled in comparison to Melina's. But yours was still better than hers. "That's actually so unsettling. What am I going to do? I can't cook I'll actually somehow poison myself." You chuckled lightly. "I'll just have to teach you the basics, you know nothing compared to Melina's cooking but you know the basics." She smiled somewhat relieved at the prospect of you teaching her to cook. Melina had tried many times throughout her daughter's life, but she simply gave up. Her patience wore out and Natasha couldn’t blame her for that. "I would actually really appreciate that." You nodded. "Well in that case, every day till we move at the end of the day we'll practice." You shook on it. Other preparations had to be made, but mostly everything that you could handle was done. Your parents had actually already gone out ahead of time to set up your apartment with all the things you'd need to live comfortably. Your parents only really wanted you to focus on the academics of it all and for you to enjoy yourself in the process.

"Natasha we're two weeks into this!" You exclaimed when you looked into the pan only to see the 'scrambled eggs'. "What's wrong with them this time?" She asked, frustrated. "They're going to be really crunchy nat." You said, you could visibly see pieces of shell sticking out. "That's just personal preference, I happen to like my eggs crunchy." You laughed. "You didn't burn them this time so we're making progress. I'm proud." You started looking at her sweetly. "Do I get rewarded for this 'progress'?" She asked teasingly, tilting her head a small smirk on her face. You pretended to think about it. You rushed and kissed her, and before she could really think about it you started peppering her face with small kisses. With one final peck of the lips you smiled softly. "If this is what I get for progress, I'll start practicing all the time." She joked clearly, still flustered. "You'll get a nice surprise when you serve me a thoroughly cooked piece of chicken." You wiggled your eyebrows suggestively. At that Natasha did manage to laugh.

Although you wanted to, you couldn't spend every waking moment with Natasha. So you and Tony would be found making future plans and arrangements. "We have to do Christmas again like last year." He said fondly. You smiled and nodded. "Let's do New Year's. I kinda actually want to spend this Christmas with our families." You were thinking and planning for your future self. "I think I'm really going to miss my folks when I'm gone." You said. "Not me, I couldn't get away from them any faster." He teased, and you laughed, Tony always had a good poker face. But, you know deep down he's going to miss his [arents too although he would be seeing his more often than you would.. "But your choice if you want to do a family Christmas this year that's what we'll do." You almost laughed at the change of tone. "You know I think Pietro is doing a thing later today If you want to go with." You only shook your head. "Come on Y/n piet's been bugging me. He just wants to spend some time with you. He misses you." Before you could say anything again he interrupted you. "It'll only be you and him. If you want me to, I'll stick around. Just, he's your friend too." You sighed. "You're right. I can't just run away from it because it's complicated." Tony nodded. "As much as I don't like his sister right now, he's not a bad guy." The thought escaped Tony's mouth before he could think it through. “You know you really like to meddle in my life.” He laughed. “Well someone has to, if I don't do it who will?”

The mere possibility that you’d have to face Wanda again almost had you drive away from the house you’d become very familiar with. You didn't know what to feel anymore. Wanda was not objectively horrible you knew that, but you also knew that you would very likely end up hating her if you stayed by her side. You’re knocked out of your thoughts when the passenger door of your car pops open. "You didn't tell her right?" The words flew out of your mouth before you could even think to stop them. "She's not here, you don't have to worry." He said simply. "Where do you want to go?" You asked. He thought about it for a while. "We can just drive. I don't really want to do this with a bunch of people around." You nodded and managed to drive a decent while before he spoke again. “You and Wanda have put me in an impossible position. It’s hard for me because I see the two of you and it makes me sad. How things managed to get so out of hand I don’t know.” You listened and managed to articulate the words. “I will never make you choose…” He nodded. “I know, but I need you to understand that I couldn’t if you asked, even if Wanda asked.”

You smiled slightly. “I care for you both, and I sympathize with you. So please don’t write me off. You’re my sister too.” You felt lighter by the time you dropped him off, a full tank of gas later. "I think we should do this more often." He said before he stepped out of the car. You laughed nodding along with him. "I'm sure we can find the time before we leave..." Behind you, you saw headlights pull up. Both you and Pietro tensed slightly, before breaking out into laughter. You felt like you'd been caught with your hand in the cookie jar. You could tell it was Vision's car, but you couldn't really be bothered, you'd had a good time with Pietro and It was all that mattered. "You better step out before either of them start walking up to my car." You threatened playfully. "What? You aren't going to walk me to the door and kiss me goodnight?" He pouted referencing when you’d play house as kids. You laughed. "You'd like that wouldn't you!" You settled and placed a small peck on his cheek. "There, that should hold you over for the time being." He nodded. "I'll see you around y/n?" You nodded. And with that he stepped out and you stepped on the gas.

Not that you had to, Wanda had already exited Vision's car, She was now expectantly waiting for her brother to walk through the door. As soon as the door knob turned she was on her brother. “Why didn’t you tell me Y/n was coming over?” He sighed. “Because she doesn’t want to see you, If I’d told you, you would’ve stuck around.” He tried moving past his sister but she stopped him again. “How is she? Is she okay, what did you guys do?” She asked the questions one after the next. “Good, yes, and we talked.” He listed off. “I told her I wasn’t going to choose sides or anything of the sort.” Wanda was about to rebute but he managed to cut her off before she did. “I don’t get you Wanda, I know you.” He said. “I know you love her, I know it! And you somehow got us here.” His words caught her off guard. “She loved you, and you loved her. Why are we here?” She sighed. “I didn’t know, I-i didn’t realize. I freaked when Tony said what he said at the party.” He nodded. “There's no turning back now.” He squeezed her shoulder pulling her in. “Give her time, it will work out. I know it will.” Wanda nodded, the weight of it settling on her shoulders. She released a shaky breath. “She’s with Natasha… Natasha loves her.” Her eyes met her brothers. He nodded. “You’re with Vision, things will fall into place. The universe works in mysterious ways haven't you heard?” He said, pulling his sister into a warm hug.

When you got home that night you weren’t expecting what was waiting for you when you crossed the door. It was almost as if the universe was showing you what was for you. There were roses lining the hallway, and an amazing smell coming from your kitchen. Where she was wearing a beautiful apron, and a rather large bouquet or roses on the dinner table that was already set and ready to go. It had been only a couple of weeks since Natasha had made the world's crunchiest eggs. And here she was, full on dinner made by her you were assuming. “I was waiting for you.” She said taking a kitchen towel to wipe her hands. “Not too long I hope… Did you do all this.” You asked somewhat awestruck. She nodded. “I’ve submitted myself to my mothers cooking school again, because I wanted to do this for you, I wanted to make you proud.” You couldn’t help but smile. “What did you make?” That’s when you saw her smile turn to a smirk. “Roasted chicken, and some potatoes which, if I do say so, are amazing.” You almost choked on air.

Everything about that night was perfect. She was perfect and she made you feel perfect. Dinner was all you could hope for, and afterwards a promise was a promise. “Are you sure you want to do this?” She’s asked for the umpteenth time. “Undoubtedly sure.” You spent that night in her arms, kissing her and it was perfect. It was everything you imagined, she was everything you imagined. Waking up next to her this time made you feel like you should wake up next to her forever. So you said it, quietly but surely. “I want to wake up next to you forever.” Natasha was asleep. At least that’s what you thought, she didn’t make any sudden movement and her breath was steady enough, you were sure she was asleep. That was until she spoke. “I think I would like that…” She brought your hand to her mouth and placed a small kiss on it. “No, I would love it.” She amended. You wanted to cry at how good she was, how good she was with you. Everything was good there in your bubble.

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lunathebee · 1 year

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4 and 9 from the Namor dialogue prompts? Preferably angst with a happy ending <33

Pairing: Namor x Talokanil!fem!reader

Warning: plot that make no sense and only happen in fanfiction, tiny angst

A/n: Wow so many people want #4; this is the last left-over request.,thank you so much for being patient with me! This one is a little different from my usual writing style; lmk what you think!

Dialouge prompt #4: “When that filthy man lays a hand on you, it’s destined for war to happen” ― “Please Namor-” ― “¡LÍIK’IK TALOKAN!”

Dialouge prompt #9: “Open your eyes, my love, my moon. I’m begging you…please. The war is over; we won… but without you, it doesn’t matter to me anymore.”

Summary: Namor can never learn how to control his wrath.

Namor watches as Y/n swims around playfully, teasing him about how he is not fast enough. Her body moves as if it were one with the flow of water, and even if they're surrounded by water, Namor sees Y/n as if she's shining brightly; maybe that's how the nickname was born too.

"Stop messing around, little pearl" he scolded lightly, turning his head quickly to follow Y/n's movement.

Namor often gets what he wants as king, but how strange that Y/n came crashing into his life, breaking almost every rule that he ever set up—not that Namor is upset or anything; how could he be? When she has those big doe eyes and a small pout on her face.

"C'mon, you're no fun" Y/n reply and continue swimming; unlike the stoic king, she enjoys the thrill and joy of exploring everything. There are countless times she has convinced Namora to sneak out without Attuma or Namor knowing; it's not like they can't protect themselves, right?

And yet, Namor scolded Y/n every time he caught her going somewhere without telling him. 'Why are you so strict?' She asked but never expected an answer from the king, knowing that he must be tired of her acting so childish all the time.

But Namor never thinks like that; he also doesn't think he is being strict; a more suitable word would be "overprotective". The thought of something happening to Y/n drove him insane; what was the point of being king if he couldn't protect her?

"Y/n, don't swim too close to the surface... It's dangerous" Namor said and immediately got Y/n's attention; she knows when he's being serious, and that's when she's not "little pearl" but "Y/n".

"But... I wanna see the ship... Please? Just a few seconds, and then we will go back home".

'Home..' Namor thought back to Talokan when Y/n mentioned it; he knows she loves Talokan as much as he does, and it is a place Y/n never jokes about, even in the slightest amount.

"Oka-" Before Namor can even finish his word, a loud splash of water can be heard among Y/n's screams.

It's chaos to the eyes, but Namor can see a man in full gear holding Y/n tight—no, too tight—to the point she's suffocating and thrashing around.

'How dare you... how dare you touch her!?' Namor thinks to himself while swimming at full speed, punching the guy out. He's lucky Namor didn't bring his trident with him today, or he'd have more than a broken nose.

"Are you okay? Pearl...answer me" Namor held Y/n's face to calm her down; it pained him to see how shocked she was by what had just happened.

The king doesn't know why and how the people on land know about them and plan this attack. He is worried their source of virbanium has been exposed to the world, but at the moment, he is more worried about his little pearl.

"There must be a whole crew up there; I will kill them all" Namor brings Y/n closer to him, letting their foreheads touch as a way of reassuring her. "When that filthy man lays a hand on you, it’s destined for war to happen"

"Please Namor-" Y/n tries to stop him, feeling unwell; did the guy do something to her when she was being held? Y/n didn't know, but there is a sharp pain in her back, and there is nothing she wants more than to be safe at home right now.

"¡LÍIK’IK TALOKAN!" Blinded by rage, Namor ignores Y/n's pleas and rushes away, leaving her behind whining in pain.

Y/n has no idea what will happen next, but she feels her body freeze and everything becomes blurry and hazy. In a blink, Y/n closes her eyes and sinks, feeling suffocated by the pressure of the blue ocean she once adored.

===𓆝 𓆟 𓆞===

“Open your eyes, my love, my moon. I’m begging you…please. The war is over; we won… but without you, it doesn’t matter to me anymore.”

Y/n can hear Namor's voice speaking to her; she scrunches her face in pain, blinking a few times before opening her eyes. "N-Namor…"

The king breathed a sigh of relief before hugging Y/n close to him. "I'm here, I'm here... Namora said you have been injected with some drug, but it's only a small amount; I'm sorry my pearl, I wasn't aware" He gives her a kiss on the forehead after saying so.

Namor is afraid that Y/n will hate him forever; she begged him to stay with her, but he ignored her; how selfish of him.

"It's okay...Please don't leave me again"

"Anything for you, my pearl"

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iconocon · 2 years

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fireworks | ricciardo

summary: fourth of july firework madness

warnings: american dan

type: one shot | word count: 700 | ✧ FLUFF

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as an honorary american no one was more excited than your boyfriend daniel to spend the holiday in texas with you. when he told you he was finding the first flight back from the united kingdom just so he could be with you it made you laugh because only someone like him would take a holiday like this so seriously, not even most die hard americans really celebrated the day other than to take the opportunity to get drunk or take a day off work. spotting him from a crowded texan airport was all too easy as he was already following the dress code of a big black cowboy hat and university of texas burnt orange hoodie that you can only assume he stole from your closet. from the minute he stepped foot in your eye line he couldn’t stop spewing everything he was looking forward to doing tonight out of his mouth.

“so you’re gonna cook that amazing steak the way you do, and then we are going to play with sparklers, and then i’m going to set off these fireworks” his eyes all but twinkled as he remembered the fireworks stopping in the middle of the parking lot to grab your shoulders as he looked down at you. “babe you have to see these fireworks i bought.”

“you will not set off fireworks you know the rules”

“bu-“

“no daniel me and michael agreed after last year that you cannot set them off anymore”

“you think i can’t drive with nine fingers?”

“get in the car daniel”

“even my own girlfriend doesn’t believe in me anymore first mclaren now you it’s low baby”

the drive home was just the same as he continued to be dramatic about the rule you imposed even when you both knew that you would let him do it anyway because whatever made him happy ultimately made you happy too. making a b-line to the backyard he disappeared the moment you stopped the car leaving you to bring his suitcase into the house which you would definitely make him pay for later.

stopping in the kitchen after doing a once over of the house you grab everything needed to make him his dream american bbq dinner that he had been frothing over for days now. steak, corn, ribs, every texans dream reminding you of your own childhood growing up here doing things like this with your own family.

when dinner was done and cleared and the sun finally went down you eventually allowed your big child of a boyfriend to go get whatever he was planning. “daniel joseph ricciardo”

“full government eh?”

“that thing is fucking huge.”

“you act like you’ve never seen it before baby”

the dirty joke did not go over your head as you rolled you eyes but still remained concerned at the brightly colored package in his hand labeled ‘THE RED WHITE AND BLUE DEVIL’. this was the year. this year you were gonna have to explain to zak brown why you were sending daniel to the red bull ring with only one hand and missing fingers. somehow he reassured you enough or more like maybe he distracted you with enough kisses that you let him go running into the wide-open backyard looking like a kid in the candy store. when you couldn’t see him anymore in the starry sky you listened and waited before an aussie countdown came out of nowhere.

“DANIEL COME ON”

“you can’t rush beauty baby”

next thing you knew a huge sizzle was heard from the field following a giggling ricciardo running towards you as a red spark zoomed in the sky. the pace of his body could not follow his feet as he all but tripped, slamming you both to the ground as squeals coming out of you both mixed with the sounds of explosions both of you relaxing/settling in amongst the grass as each explosion hit the skyline. feeling the gaze of those huge chocolate eyes attached to the man you were all but obsessed with you found yourself also turning your eyes to the even prettier sight of the man in front of you hoping to have moments like these forever.

“happy fourth beautiful”

“happy fourth cowboy”

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happy 4th babies american or not we can all enjoy some daniel!!

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cosmic-crybaby · 1 year

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Blue Skies - Tommy Shelby

Chapter 9: ‘Pretty When She Cries’

Warnings in this chapter: Infidelity, cheating (Implied), slight emetophobia.

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You had slept in his bed that night.

The bed was large enough to fit both of you and your two children. Thomas on one end, you on the other while Henry and Elizabeth laid in the middle. You had stirred in your sleep for what felt like hours, finding it harder and harder to have a full night’s rest while the baby continuously grew every passing day. You slowly sat up in the bed, rubbing the fatigue from your eyes. The double-vision had eventually faded as you looked past your shoulder at the three sleeping figured behind you in the darkness of the night. You quietly remove the covers and slip out of the bed, tip-toeing our of the bedroom and barely leaving a crack in the door. You made your way through the halls, down the stairs, and into the kitchen.

You remembered you had brought some left-over pastries from the bakery, so you decided to have a midnight snack after skipping dinner earlier that night due to the dreaded nausea that plagued you at random times of your day. You pick up the sweet from it’s tray and set it on a napkin. Hoisting yourself up on the counter as you smile, giddily making yourself comfortable before taking the first bite. Your eyes flutter shut at the sweet taste. You hadn’t had a need for sweets in months, but this moment was pure bliss. Once you had finished it, you wipe your fingers clean with the napkin before folding it and setting it on the counter beside you. You hop off of the counter, carefully and quietly make your way into the hall.

Stopping short, just before you could reach the grand staircase.

“So, what do you think of the new lady of the house?” A voice quietly asked as you kept yourself hidden upon their conversation. From the sounds of their voices, you figured it was the young maids.

“She seems very nice...She is nicer than the last one,” The second answered, distracted by their task at hand. The first one chortled.

“Did you hear she’s pregnant with Mr.Shelbys baby?”

“Hadn’t they just met?” The other slightly gasped. You furrowed your brows as you tried to listen closer.

“Not sure...I wasn’t sure if she was pregnant at first or just fat,” One quietly laughed.

“Shh, that’s not funny,”

“I’m not joking, Francis told me...Do you think her kids are from two different men?” She asked again. You quietly scoffed at the gossip.

“Enough of that, you’re being cruel...You know, I think you’re just bitter since Mr. Shelby won’t give you the time of day,”

There was silence, the ruffling of fabric, then a snicker.

“He already has,”

You bit your lip as you felt your stomach drop. The sweet you just ate threatening to come up already.

“Come on, I’m just about done...” The other spoke softly with a hint of discomfort as they disappeared down the hallway. Once they were gone, you let out the breath you didn’t realize you were holding. You held onto the railing as you walked back up the stairs and into the nearest washroom. Spewing the pastry you just consumed into the porcelain bowl, hoping you weren’t too loud to wake anyone up. You flush the sick and wash out your mouth, the sweat and tears combining as you stared at yourself in the mirror. Lifting up your nightgown to look at your figure. Placing a hand over your forehead and heave an annoyed sigh before bringing your hands to your stomach, softly moving them to sit on your hips.

You still looked light yourself, but you certainly didn’t feel like yourself. You recalled the unnatural feeling and ill at ease during your second pregnancy. Your ex-husbands cluelessness and dismissive attitude wasn’t in your favor either. Never reassuring you that he still loved you or simply saying you looked ‘fine’ when you certainly didn’t feel fine. All you wanted was to make him realize that you just wanted to feel beautiful.

But this was new. This was different. You didn’t need anyone to make you feel anything. You were in fact beautiful, you just had to remind yourself.

Taking one last look and with a shake of your head you pushed the nightgown down again. ‘fucking cunt’ you whispered to yourself before leaving the washroom and making your way back to the bedroom. Closing the large door behind you, looked at Thomas’ sleeping figure. Somehow feeling more disgusted with him. The different scenarios ran through your mind at a mile a minute. You laid between Henry and Thomas, creating a barrier as you cuddled into your children, giving yourself some space between yourself and Thomas before attempting to sleep shortly after your body hit the soft mattress.

That feeling of dread had carried onto the next day. Taking your kids to school, holding their bags as you walked them to the front entrance of the school building.

"Here," you said as you handed them their book bags. "I will see you next week, behave for your father okay? Maybe even ask him to do something fun this weekend," You suggested as Henry nodded quickly along with you.

"Bye, mum," He said happily before running inside. Elizabeth looks at Henry then up at you, reaching for your hands to hold it in her small one.

"Get some sleep mum," She said, her eyes squinting slightly from the bright morning sun as she pats your hand with hers.

"I will love…I'll see you next week," You nodded before giving her hand a tight squeeze and sending her inside.

That day at the bakery was slow. Something you experienced every year when the weather started to warm up. You decided to close up early and go shopping. New records, tea cups for the bakery, and more equipment to decorate cakes and such. As you carried the supplies out of the Shelby company car that picked you up, you spotted a woman. A tall woman with short dark hair and pale skin. You looked at her, puzzled as she had her back towards you, smoking a cigarette and fidgeting impatiently as she stood at the entry way.

You had cleared your throat, making your presence known. You catch her attention and she turns around, getting a better look at her face. The intimidating look on her hard features was the first thing you noticed.

"Hello…can I help you?" You asked, the driver coming up beside you and offering to take your bags inside, 'Oh thank you' You smiled before turning to the woman again.

"Is Tommy here?" She asked. You cocked your head a little.

"Why?" You asked suspiciously. She took a few steps down the stairs of the entrance, getting a little closer to you.

"I just wanted to talk to him I-" she said, holding her cigarette in her fingers, her eyes then scan your body and stop at your stomach.

"How do you know him?" Her eyes went back to your own at your question, her seemingly calm brows had faltered.

"I work for him…we're friends," The mysterious woman said. "I also wanted to give him some of his stuff back," She held up a bag. You wearily took it, not bothering to look inside and keeping your eyes on her.

"Right…" You nod your head hesitantly, your eyes just as sharp as hers.

"You must be (Y/n)," Her hands shook a bit and her jaw clenched as she held the cigarette between her fingers up to her lips.

"I'm sorry I-"

"He left me for you…" She finally admitted. You broke eye contact with her to look off to the side, not wanting to continue the awkward exchange any further with her.

“Things were going well, you know,” She continued, her voice shaking a bit. “Really well actually, and one day he tells me to move out because he got a poor whore pregnant, and that he couldn’t see me anymore,” She tried to keep her composer, the emotions she felt after finally coming face to face with the other woman. Her eyes were wide and shaken with anger and regret as they glazes with tears. You blink once, not letting your expression change as you nod silently. You understood why she was so upset, you couldn’t blame her.

“He described you differently to me…said you were a lonely mess with two kids…he said he wasn’t the least bit attracted to you,” She spat. You wore a smug smile on your face and nodded along.

“He said all of that?” You chuckled.

“He said he was doing it for the baby's sake, but you know Tommy…I told him he couldn’t sacrifice his life for someone he’s not in love with,”

“Oh surely not for someone you’re not in love with,” You repeated sarcastically.

“Who knows really,” She shrugged as she waved her cigarette around a bit. “That’s Tommy, right?” She feigned a smile, a hint of snide as she crinkled her nose.

“He would say anything to get out of trouble,” She nodded, taking a puff from the half-gone cigarette. “I’m sure you know what he’s like,”

“I don’t really…I obviously don’t know him like you do but you’ve made your point,” You raised your brows a bit to hide the gut wrenching feeling inside.

“Just make sure he gets his things,” She said before flicking the cigarette to the gravel and descending down the steps and you watch her leave. You couldn’t blame her for how she was feeling or for the harsh words she spoke. But you could blame him for keeping this from you. If it was one thing you hated about the men in Birmingham was that almost all of them have had shameless affairs and lie to the women in their lives.

Once you were inside, you looked through the contents of the bag. A white shirt, a few pieces of jewelry, an old cigarette case, and a gun holster. You shake your head repeatedly, the tears already spilling down your cheeks and onto your dress like rain. You were angry, sad, betrayed. You blame yourself for being so naïve to be with someone like him. To think you could trust someone like him. You hated how you believed his words, his touch, the nice things he does for you and your children…it was all fake. Deep down you knew this was going to be the case, but you never wanted it to come to this.

After contemplating on what to do next, you packed what little you had at his home. Some of your clothes and your kids' clothes that invaded the drawers of the dresser in his room. You somehow managed to pack it all into two cases, leaving the gifts and dresses he had given you. If you were going to leave him, you planned on leaving him completely. You didn’t want any traces of him left.

Just when you thought you could leave undetected, his car had already pulled into the driveway as you were setting your things in the trunk of yours.

“(Y/n)…(Y/n)!” He called as he took fast steps to approach you. Closing the trunk you turned to him, your cheeks, nose, and corners of your eyes were red and raw from crying so much. You had a stern expression on your face as you stood with your arms crossed over your chest.

“What are you doing?” He asked, attempting to place his hands on your cheeks. The sight of you flinching from his touch caused him to exhale heavily before slowly putting his hands down by his sides.

“Your friend stopped by,” You told him. He looked at you in confusion. “You left some things at her house,” You explained. It was like it clicked in his head which “friend” you were talking about. He sighs and runs a hand over his forehead, looking up at the sky a bit before returning his blue eyes back to you.

“Listen- (Y/n) listen to me…nothing happened,” You shook your head.

“I don’t know that I believe you, I heard what the maids said, I know what you had said about me to her,” You began to choke up as you tried to look away from him. You couldn’t stand looking at him anymore.

“Sweetheart, I have been faithful to you completely, ever since we made the decision,” He told you, under other circumstances you would think his words were reassuring but now you couldn’t help but feel like he was lying.

“Thomas I don’t know what’s true or what’s made up,” You glared at him. “Be honest with me…right now that’s all I ask of you or else I’m leaving,” You threaten. His lips parted as he stared at you. He sighs heavily, turning away to wipe his fingers over his lips. He then steps in front of you again, visibly less tense than before.

“She came to the office earlier to speak to my aunt Polly and she came to talk to me, all I did was ask for my things back,” He explained. You stayed silent and finally gazed up at him.

“I…I just don’t think I can trust you right now,” You whispered.

“So that’s it eh?” He threw his hands up in frustration as he slightly shook his head.

“Yeah…Say goodbye,” You whispered, you couldn’t spare another second speaking to him. Your head and heart ached and your eyes burned from the tears.

“No, (Y/n), I won’t,” He held your face in his hands. You grimaced at him, trying not to cry even more than you already did. With your heart beating rapidly and your stomach in knots, you look at each other. A glimpse of hope in his eyes before you moved his hands away from your cheeks.

“Goodbye, Thomas,” You uttered the words as you looked away and turned to the back seat of the car. And with that, you were leaving Arrow house.

Back at your home, you thanked the driver one last time before heading inside. The usual comfort and warmth was now vacant and cold. Sitting on the couch that went unused for the time you were gone, you stopped yourself from crying but the sadness was still there. You wanted nothing more than to just hug and kiss your kids to fill that void. You had changed into something more comfortable and warm before calling a cab to take you to the place you had been avoiding all these years.

London.

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For my new followers: I’ve been watching Person of Interest really slowly and posting reactions to each episode with gifs. Check out the tag #miro does poi if you’d like to see more. Or, ya know, blacklist it.

POI 03x23: Deus Ex Machina

I thought some parts of this episode worked and some did not. Gonna do some big overarching thoughts, then call out some specific moments.

I generally liked Collier as a villain. Some of that is an affinity for Leslie Odom Jr., but as I said in a prior post I also really like villains who have a point but take it too far. And I thought Odom played him really really well. The guy is crazy charismatic and brought every ounce of that to bear in this role.

So I felt a bit let down by the trial as culmination of his arc. It’s just… kind of dumb? Like did they actually believe that doing this show trial at gun point - of two political operatives and three people no one knew - was going to … what? Convince people to rise up against the government and demand greater privacy rights? Or was it to make themselves feel better about killing the people responsible for Northern Lights? It just seems pretty half-baked for a character who I felt had been previously set up to be intelligent and driven.

And I didn’t really like the reveal that Greer had been pulling the strings the whole time. It made sense for the broader Samaritan plot but it undermined everything about Collier. I think I would have preferred if they just had Decima influence how the trial went rather than have them be responsible for the entire Vigilance movement.

The trial did create the set up for Harold to be self-sacrificing. Again. Still. Some more.

So much of Harold’s actions throughout the series seem to be motivated by guilt. Actually, remorse is probably more accurate. He only thinks he’s important in terms of what he can do for others. BRB my heart is breaking.

Another thing that got my wheels turning was this part with Control where she gives her experience on 9/11 as her motivation for undertaking the surveillance program, and I’m interested in how that reads to younger people and people who aren’t American.

I was 17 on 9/11 and it isn’t much of an exaggeration to say that you could feel the country change in real time. Control’s story of having the rest of her life motivated by that day isn’t at all rare. I know several people who signed up for the military on 9/12 or shortly thereafter.

Probably most of the people using this site weren’t even born on 9/11 and I wonder if Control’s story comes off as contrived or manipulative to you. I know that for me, I do feel the remove of 22 years. I know that 9/11 jokes and memes are pretty common now. But I don’t think that was the case when this aired. I think we were still too close to it then, and Control probably came off as sympathetic or at least doing the wrong thing for the right reason. I’m not sure this part of the show has aged well. But also Camryn Manheim’s performance is fantastic.

I find it super interesting that when I try to use gif search, the majority of gifs that come up, and the first ones, are ALL Shoot. I’m not sure if that’s because there’s just more of them or if Shoot fans tag their stuff differently or what. I didn’t embed any here because this was getting lengthy, but this scene was great, they have excellent chemistry, and I generally love how their dynamic is developing.

Fusco’s arrival was fantastic because I’m always happy when he shows up but also Root … apparently sent a message on??? with??? Bear? We’re not going to interrogate the mechanics of how Root got Bear out of the library while she was going after Samaritan but I was very glad Bear was there too.

Also! Fusco still doesn’t know about the Machine!!! 🤦🏻‍♀️

Oh look, Hersh ends up being great and I’m kind of attached to him now. Of course he’s dead at the end.

Let’s talk about the Rinchiness. As always, we have John’s single-minded determination to get Harold back for the majority of the episode.

But then there is this oh so gentle and affectionate scene that I suspect lives in every Rincher’s heart.

Sigh.

And the ending. Goddamn the ending was gutting. RIP Library.

That’s a wrap on season 3! Thanks for sticking with me, y’all. Reminder that my ask box is open if you want to share your thoughts!

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Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da: The Beatles x Reader

Chapter 9

The boys had stayed the night in the living room. They had sprawled out in the living room, covering every part of the couch and floor. George slept in the armchair, holding his knees to his chest. John had his arm hanging over the edge of the couch where he lay. Ringo snored on the floor next to the instruments. Paul somehow slept on the back of the couch above John. Y/N cautiously walked out of her bedroom. She had completely forgotten that they had been there the night before. Not wanting to wake them, she strolled past the living room to get to the kitchen. Making a cup of tea, she looked at the group in the living room. They were so peaceful. She wished it could stay that way forever...at least in her apartment, as the neighbors had complained about the music playing.

"Hey there, Y/N," John whispered, making her jump. He made a little snicker, trying not to wake the others.

"Well, I'll be--"

"Amazed at his royal majesty, John Lennon, the 45th of Liverpool, England!" John interrupted. He held his arm and puffed out his chest with the biggest grin as wide as the Pacific Ocean.

"Of course, you woke up first." She joked. His smile never waned.

"Who else would!" John exclaimed. "Only someone as beautiful as me could wake up before the others and still look this good!"

"Keep telling yourself that." Y/N mused as John looked through the cupboards of the kitchen.

"Where's your cereal?" He asked, examining a rice box.

"The next cupboard over." She replied, taking another sip of her tea. He grabbed the cereal box and got himself a bowl. She was so distracted by his weird process of making cereal (pouring the milk, then the cereal.) That she didn't realize someone was behind her.

"Beauty Queen got up early," Ringo smirked, making Y/N jump...again.

"Hey, Rings!" John muffled through a mouth full of cereal.

"Morning, seems the band is arising." Y/N joked as Ringo went to stand next to John.

"You can say that again." John added, drinking the milk that was left in the bowl.

"You better pay me my money for that." Y/N's face turned serious. John stopped dead in his tracks, he blushed embarissinly as Ringo held in a laugh.

"Looks like I'm washing dishes, Rings." John laughed.

"You bet you are!" Y/N giggled, looking back at the living room to see if Paul or George had awaken yet.

"Those two are knocked out cold and for a good reason." John commented.

"What is it?" Ringo asked, looking confused. John slowly looked at Ringo.

"Were you not at practice last night?" John asked, sharply.

"Well, I was half asleep, so maybe I did, maybe I didn't." Ringo replied. John shook his head in disappointment. Y/N watched with a smile on her face. If only she had some popcorn at the moment.

"Paul wrote a whole song last night, genius." John snapped.

"And what did you do?" Ringo asked.

"I helped and what did you do?" John questioned, setting his cereal bowl down.

"He played the drums for your band and you should be thankful." Y/N cut in to the converstaion. She had to mantain her mission of keeping the Beatles together. Even over the smallest things, she would rather play it safe and not risk potenially making the siutation worse or harder for herself.

"What she said!" Ringo agreed, giving Y/N an appreactive nod.

"I guess I can't argue with that. Especially if Y/N is on your side, Rings." John replied, looking past Y/N. She heard footsteps and she turned to see who had woken up next.

"Morning, luv." Paul remarked with a wink. John gave Ringo a quick "speak of the devil" look and walked over to Paul.

John put his arm around Paul's shoulder and said, "You should be proud of yourself, Paul. Writing a genuine love song isn't easy. Take it from me. All the ladies that I have dated in the past..."

"One." Ringo coughed, warrenting a glare from John.

"That's all fine and good, John..." Paul trailed off, "I wrote it for someone. I just don't want ot share who quite yet."

"Of course you don't." Y/N teased with a slight punch to his arm.

"As long as the song sells." John said.

"Sells?" Paul asked.

"It's high time we get a manager and a record label and..." John listed off many music production related things that went over Y/N's head. She was distracted by the slowly awakeing George, who seemed to have forgotten that he was at her house. He luckily, quickly came to his senses and strolled over witha yawn.

"Hiya." Is all he said. Looking half asleep, George waved at everyone.

"You're finally awake, Georgie!" John laughed, removing his arm from Paul's shoulder, so he could walk over to George. John ruffled George's hair which didn't seem to evoke any reaction from him.

"Seems he is still asleep!" Ringo remarked with George yawning again.

"Well, since we're all up now. I think it's time to discuss what's coming up." John clapped his hands together with excitement. George looked as confused as ever, Paul rolled his eyes, and Ringo raised an eyebrow at John.

"What crazy plan did you come up with this time?" Paul asked with a smirk.

"It's time we got our music out to the world!" John began in a booming voice. George's eyes fluttered open, startled.

"We already know about this plan." Paul said.

"But this is a new plan!" John reafirmed.

"Of course it is." The other three said in unison. Y/N tried her best to hold in her laughter at their tones.

"I predict in a year that we will be up and running! With albums and records, girls--"

"Like that will happen." Y/N laughed. George and Ringo nodded their heads in agreement. Paul snickered.

John cleared his throat. "Girls. Above all, a band! One that we will never forget!"

"That's a fact." Y/N muttered to herself. The others must have heard her as they laughed again at John's speech.

"You all are going to be the death of me!" John spat. Y/N held back on a comment after he said that.

"And guess who has to sit through all the crazy stuff we're going to go through?" Paul asked. The other memebers looked at Y/N.

"Me?" She guessed.

"And we have a winner!" Ringo laughed. It was true that she now had a better position to watch their events unfold. Who truly knew where they would be in a year...of course she knew, but to what extent could her presences bring to them? It seemed she would find out...in a year.

1 year later...

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thepixelelf · 1 year

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I posted 4,880 times in 2022

1,280 posts created (26%)

3,600 posts reblogged (74%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 4,119 of my posts in 2022

Only 16% of my posts had no tags

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rise of the major ursa moment tag 😎 I switched to being ursa halfway through the year so it's fun to see that up there. also omg uji being the only individual person on the top 10... truly I am weak for him

Longest Tag: 138 characters

#and the way seokmins death was explained in 1251 so efficiently and yet made the audience 'figure it out' in the simplest sense— wonderful

@97-liners jackie got my longest tag and it was worth every letter 💕

My Top Posts in 2022:

and the universe said,

When soulmates are suddenly thrust upon the world, you are one in a million who wishes they weren't -- and that's before you meet the person (people?!) making your life much harder than it needs to be. And before someone asks you to sign an NDA.

genres: comedy disguised as romance and romance disguised as comedy, soulmate au, technically an alternate universe but they're still idols, fluff, angst?, short chapters

relationship(s): SVT ot13 x reader

warnings: 18+ (there will be no smut but perhaps suggestive parts and multiple references to/jokes about sex and I honestly just don't feel comfy with minors reading my writing of that stuff sorry). coarse language. everybody's a little bit very stupid. individual chapters will have their own warnings

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593 notes - Posted September 23, 2022

First to Fall - SVT 95 line (Completed!)

What happens when two friends who are ‘bad at love’ want to prove each other wrong?

Genres: romance, comedy, idiots-to-lovers, university au

Pairing: Reader & S.Coups (feat. Jeonghan & Joshua)

Warnings: language, absolute dumbassery

Note: this is a recast of an smau I have posted before

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Profiles

1. Taemin from SHINee

2. Scout’s Honour

3. How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days

4. Boom

5. First Date Types

6. As if

7. Wait What Happened

8. Awkward Silence

9. You Have No Idea

10. Emergency

11. No, Maybe

12. I Need To Tell You Something

13. Should’ve Gone First

14. I Don’t Know

15. Priorities

16. Missed

17. Standby for Backup

18. Starstruck

19. I’m Gonna Do Something

20. Because

21. A to B

22. Let’s Talk

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651 notes - Posted January 11, 2022

powerpoints I think seventeen would bring to a ppt sleepover

scoups: Exactly How Many Minutes After Midnight Each of You Texted Me on My Birthday

jeonghan: Cheating at Everything: Is it Really a Crime?

joshua: When To Quit a Bit (I Wish I Knew)

jun: Good Soup :]

hoshi: I *AM* a Tiger (NOT CLICKBAIT)

wonwoo: Why Cats Are Better Than People

woozi: Top 300 Best Animes Of All Time

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vernon: cat videos 🐈‍⬛🐈

dino: I Am Underappreciated in This Household

832 notes - Posted December 1, 2022

Or, Would You Rather it be Me?

Genres: romance, soulmate au, university au, (no angst isn’t that crazy?!) Pairing: Reader & Vernon (Seventeen) Words: 7.9k (00:31) Warnings: language. (spoiler: the characters make out and shirts are taken off but it doesn’t get described past that) Notes: well well well well well… what’s this? a soulmate fic by casey thepixelelf with no angst in sight? it must be christmas! oh wait, it is (was)! happy (EXTREMELY LATE I’M SO SORRY) holidays mia @ memesolvernonchwe !! hope you like it :)

set in the Words that Bind Us universe

A detested soulmark, a friendship over a decade in the making, and an unexpected proposal from one friend to another... what could possibly go wrong?

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840 notes - Posted March 11, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Bouquets for a Friend (From a Friend)

Genres: romance, ceo au, secretary/personal assistant au Pairing: Reader & S.Coups (Seventeen) Words: 1.6k Warnings: cheol gets drunk off-screen Notes: another recasted fic because ceo cheol has me in a metaphoric literal chokehold sorry

Your boss gets flowers quite often. This time, when he does, he wants to get rid of them, and who are you to turn down free flowers?

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wow that svt powerpoint post really climbed up last minute 😭 really happy to see or would you rather it be me here, though, because I feel like that's the post I worked the hardest on in this list. not surprised about #1.... it was a repost but I should've expected carats' weakness to ceo cheol lmao

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xxblackballoonxx · 2 years

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Electric: Chapter 9

Modern John Shelby AU

This fic is being posted simultaneously on FanFiction.net and Ao3. Classy smut warning beginning with Chapter 5.

J&Gem Chats 8 Chapter 8 J&Gem Chats 9 Chapter 10

Electric

Chapter 9: Smitten

A few weeks later on a Monday morning, Gemma sat on her couch listening to a new record she was reviewing. John was heading down to London for a few days with Finn for their monthly trip and Gemma had spent the previous night at the Shelby house. John had walked her home, buying her breakfast on the way, and walking her up to her flat door.

“I don’t want to go.” John said as he held her waist, distracting her from unlocking the door.

Gemma dropped her bag just inside the door and set her takeaway and a large iced tea on a small entry table. She turned back and John kissed her, backing her against the doorframe, she gave in to how much she wanted it. He held her face with both hands, and she hooked her fingers in his belt loops, needing to be as close as possible.

John finally pulled back, smiling with satisfaction at the look on her face.

“I know you don’t want to go, but it’s just a few days, then you’ll be back home, with Charlie to visit.” Gemma said as she felt her legs steady underneath her.

“Call me if you need anything?” John replied, suddenly feeling unsure.

“How about we just call each other every night?” Gemma responded, touching his face.

John nodded and took her hand in his, putting her fingers to his lips, and then hugged her tightly. She held the back of his neck and closed her eyes. His cologne was already burned into her memory.

“Let me know when you get in, ok? And I’ll see you when you get back, J.” Gemma said as she looked up at John.

“I will. Talk to you soon, love.” John replied.

He touched her face once more and smiled at her before heading back down the stairs. Gemma felt light headed for a few minutes. Every moment with John seemed to deepen what was between them, and it felt like there was no limit to what could be.

Gemma came back to the present and was making a few notes about the record when her phone rang.

“In London already?” Gemma joked as she answered the call.

“Finn’s running behind. Come say goodbye again?” John asked.

Gemma had felt his anxiety come on a few days before, he was nervous about leaving her behind. Not because he was attached (which, he was, and she was), but because of the accident and all the anxiety that came with it. He worried that something would happen to Gemma, that something would become between them, that he would lose her. She understood why he was nervous, and she had tried to subtly address his fears.

“I can do that, babe. Be there soon.” Gemma said gently and hung up.

15 minutes later she entered the back door of The Garrison with the key John had given her over the weekend, along with a key to the Shelby house. An “in case” moment in which the gravity of their relationship started to become really real. They had been spending every night together, alternating between his house and her flat.

She always knew that when the truly right guy came along, she’d know it and go with it. This was that situation, John was that guy. And she felt like she understood him more than any other person she’d ever met. She could read every look, every thought, every mood.

Gemma found John stacking together printed pages on his desk, sliding them into a folder and then into his backpack. He looked up and smiled. He knew his request had been ridiculous, he’d just seen her a few hours before, but it didn’t mean he wasn’t anxious about leaving her behind. And it meant everything to him that she knew that, and was there to take some of that anxiety away.

“Come here.” John said quietly, sitting back in his chair and turning towards her.

Gemma walked over and he ran his hands up her legs, settling at her waist. She held his gaze as she reached out to run a hand through his hair and then trailed her fingers down his neck.

“It’s going to be ok, John.” She stated, her voice calm and gentle.

He nodded and leaned his head into her chest, closing his eyes and taking a few deep breaths. It had been so long since he’d cared this much for someone, outside his family. It was scary to him.

“We’ll talk tonight, and every day while you’re there. Think of what it will be like when you’re back, all that foreplay.” Gemma joked and she felt him laugh against her.

They stayed that way for a few minutes, John wrapping his arms around her waist, Gemma rubbing the back of his head, whispering to him.

Neither of them noticed Finn pause at the office door. He knew John had been nervous this morning, pacing as he packed his bag. He realized now that Gemma knew exactly why his brother was feeling that way, and the way she addressed it was kind of beautiful to see. Finn snuck his phone out of his pocket and took a photo of the two of them, lost in their own world.

He quietly walked back to the back door, opening it and then closing it loudly.

“That must be Finn.” John mumbled, his head still against Gemma’s chest.

“Drive safe, ok? I’ll talk to you later, J.” Gemma said upbeat as he lifted his head and stood up.

“Miss you already, love.” John replied and kissed her quickly.

“Gemma! Came to say goodbye to me? Missed ya this morning.” Finn joked.

“I was hoping you’d stay behind and cook for me, Finny. I guess I’ll just have to do takeaways till you come back.” Gemma said dramatically as she hugged Finn.

She watched both brothers smile back at her and knew her life was in exactly the right place and the right time.

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The Eden club was getting closer to opening day, and John was, quite frankly, looking forward to the project being done. It had dragged on for a year longer than anyone expected, and he could only listen to Tommy drone on about the endless details for so long. John preferred action, which is why owning The Garrison suited him. It was established, he ran it well, and it was a known local spot. Opening a new club in London, and one with longevity, was not easy under any circumstances. But as their first major venue in the city, it would be even harder.

By Tuesday afternoon, John was bored out of his mind. Finn had managed to escape somehow, probably using the youngest sibling charm he had, while the rest of them were stuck at Shelby Company Limited headquarters. After Ada insisted on a break, John found himself sitting outside on the terrace, trying to clear his mind. Which kept lingering back to Birmingham and Gemma.

John grinned at his phone screen and then groaned at the thought of how long it would be until they could actually do said things together. He’d have Charlie from Thursday to Sunday, and knowing how kids were, he didn’t want to mess around with having Charlie find them in a compromising position. Gemma had already mentioned it and how horrified she’d be, to which he laughed at the expression on her face and agreed. Any sleepovers with kids in the house meant literally sleeping. And maybe a few make out sessions.

“That Gemma?” Ada asked, noticing her brother’s smile.

“It is. She’s going to come by Friday night for dinner, meet Charlie, see how it goes.” John replied.

“Well, I’m sure they’ll get along. When are you going to bring her down here? I’m quite jealous that even Tommy’s met her.”

“That wasn’t planned and you know it. I was thinking the week the Eden opens, I’d like to invite her.”

“You sure you’re ok with the date of the launch and how it falls?” Ada asked in concern.

Tommy and Lizzie had set a soft launch date the Saturday before the official opening. Tommy had carefully pointed out that the soft launch date fell just two days after Will’s due date, which the entire family knew was not only a sacred and rough day for John, but a tough week altogether.

“I appreciate that Tommy thought about it and left it up to me. I’m hoping this year it’ll be different. Gemma offered to do whatever I want that day, and I’m thinking it would be nice to spend it quietly with her and then drive down Friday afternoon or something. I just can’t believe it’s been ten years already.” John replied, lost in his thoughts.

Ada reached out and took her brother’s hand, squeezing it gently. While Tommy, Arthur, and Freddie had seen the worst that John had gone through, they had been reeling with their own grief and guilt. Ada was the one who saw just how dark John had gone in the early days, and between taking care of Freddie, holding John together, and her university classes, she’d given less time to Arthur, but especially Tommy. She knew it wasn’t really her fault, but she had long felt partially responsible for how much Tommy had changed in the years since.

“I think that you should do whatever you want, John. And if that’s to come to the opening, great. If you don’t feel up to it, don’t do it. Either way, you and Gemma have a place in my home whenever you want to visit, whether that’s for work or not. Tommy will get over it.” Ada stated.

John nodded and squeezed her hand back. For all of their bickering, especially as kids, they’d always had each other’s backs.

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Later that night, John settled himself in bed and picked up his phone, calling Gemma.

“Hey, you.” Gemma greeted him.

“Hi, love. How was your day?”

“It was good. How about yours?”

“Some things to fill you in on when I’m back. Right now, I just want to listen to your voice. Are you in bed?”

“I am.” Gemma replied, grinning to herself.

“Tell me what you’re wearing.” John joked, but was also totally serious.

“Your shirt that you left here.”

“Just that?”

“Just your shirt. Absolutely nothing else.”

John closed his eyes at the thought, and imagined that he was next to her. He felt himself harden at the idea, his shirt covering her otherwise naked body.

“What are you thinking about, John?”

“About you, wearing my shirt, alone in bed. Touching your bare skin, sliding my hand up your hip. Kissing you.” John breathed out, eyes still closed.

“Touch yourself.” Gemma said quietly over the phone, her own hand moving down.

“Fuck, Gem.” John whispered back as he pushed his boxers down and wrapped his hand around his hard shaft.

“I thought about you all day, J. Especially that night in my living room chair, and how I want to do that again, soon.”

John moaned quietly and listened to Gemma, imagining she was touching him. He heard her breath speed up on the other side of the line and moved his hand faster, thinking about her doing the same. Wanting each other too much to wait.

Smitten.

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By the time Friday afternoon rolled around, John was beyond ready to see Gemma. Finn was at band practice and John had been playing with Charlie, waiting on Gemma’s arrival. The doorbell rang and John had stop himself from sprinting to the door.

Gemma grinned as John opened the door with a huge smile to match. Without speaking, she threw her arms around his neck as he picked her up and kissed her, laughing as she shrieked with surprise.

“I missed you, darlin’.” John whispered into her hair as he hugged her again.

“I missed you, too. I missed your hugs the most.” Gemma replied, and John hugged her tighter.

“Just my hugs? Nothing else?” John said back, smirking.

“Please. You know I missed all of you.” Gemma replied, glancing down and looking back up into his shocked face.

Gemma laughed and walked into the house, John closing the door behind her. He led her into the living room, where Charlie sat on the floor with an old train set.

“Charlie, this is my good friend, Gemma.” John said.

“Hi, Gemma. Uncle Johnny, is Gemma your girlfriend?” Charlie asked, in the honest way that only kids do.

“Yes, Charlie, Gemma is my girlfriend.” John replied, laughing.

“Hi, Charlie. I heard you like Legos. I brought you something.” Gemma replied.

She pulled out a Lego set and Charlie jumped with excitement.

“That’s a brand new one! Can we open it now?” He yelled.

John nodded and the three of them sat on the floor, Gemma and John watching as Charlie carefully opened the box and started pulling out the instructions and bagged pieces. John reached over and squeezed Gemma’s hand and smiled at her. Her gesture meant a lot to him.

The trio worked on the set for awhile and then John excused him to start dinner. He was making one of Charlie’s favorites when he visited, homemade mac and cheese and fish fingers. John could hear the conversation from the living room as he worked.

“How’s school going?” Gemma asked Charlie, helping him build a figure.

“It’s ok, I guess. I like my classes but I only have one friend, Sean.” Charlie replied, his voice a little sad.

“School can be tough sometimes, you’ll find your way though. I have an idea. You could have your mom or dad ask your teacher if you could set up a Lego club. Then you’ll meet a whole group of your classmates who like the same thing, you know? That would be fun, right?” Gemma suggested.

“That would be fun! Thanks, Gemma! Could we have a Lego club at home, too? Karl could join, and you and Uncle Johnny, and Uncle Finn, and maybe Uncle Freddie and Aunt Ada and Uncle Arthur. Maybe Daddy would join, too.” Charlie said, his voice trailing off as he mentioned his dad.

“I bet your dad would be the first to join, buddy. You should ask him tonight when you call home.” Gemma responded and Charlie smiled at her happily.

John had moved towards the living room to listen to the conversation and watched as Gemma guided Charlie through the next part of the instructions. John felt himself fall even harder for her in that moment.

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Later that night, after John had put Charlie to bed in the spare room next to Finn’s, he locked up the house and went up to find Gemma. She was sitting in his bed, reading, with the TV on. He kissed the top of her head and changed into pajamas, knowing she was watching him and not reading anymore at all. He laid down sideways on his bed and put his head in her lap.

“He finally fell asleep?” Gemma asked, as she ran her hand through his hair.

“Finally. I haven’t see him hyped up that much since he ate an entire carton of ice cream last year. You really got him going with the Legos.” John replied, laughing.

“He’s a sweet kid, I really like him. And he loves you so much. You and Finn.” Gemma commented, she had enjoyed watching both brothers dote on their nephew.

“He likes you, too. I guess you just have a hold over Shelby men.” John mused, pulling her other hand into his.

They sat in contented silence for a few minutes, each lost in their own thoughts.

“Do you want to watch a movie? Since this is a PG night and all?” John said, silently kicking himself for his own rule.

“Sure, though I’m hoping the movie doesn’t have to be PG.” Gemma responded and John laughed again.

“Nah, love. We can watch whatever you want. I just want to be here with you.”

John turned his head to look up at Gemma and she traced her finger down his cheek and across his lips. Her eyes locked with his, and he felt a flash of something, like this could be the rest of his life. In this room, in this house, with his girl, forever. Gemma picked up on the same feeling in his gaze, smiled softly, and then reached for the remote.

Forever.

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By Sunday, Gemma and Charlie were the best of friends. They held hands on the way to The Yard, where they were meeting Arthur and Uncle Charlie for lunch before John drove Charlie back home. Finn and John walked behind, listening to the two in front chatter about the animated movie they’d watched the night before.

“I’m glad Gemma’s sharing some of the chatter box burden.” Finn commented quietly as John snorted trying to hold in laughter.

There was no doubt that when Charlie was around close family, he opened up. Which is why they all worried about him a bit in the school he attended, he didn’t seem to be making many friends or really enjoying it. But, then, not all kids did enjoy school, though John knew Charlie was incredibly smart and did like his classes.

All during lunch, Charlie begged Gemma to drive back with them to London. She agreed, as long as his uncles thought it was ok. This would be stepping into Tommy Shelby’s territory, and she deferred to his brothers on that. They all looked at each other, contemplating.

“Clearly, with Gemma being vice president of the Lego club, she should be going on this trip to meet their first member, Tommy Shelby.” Arthur finally proclaimed, which made them all laugh.

A few hours later, John strapped Charlie into his seat in the back, with Gemma next to him. Finn had privately begged Gemma to take the backseat role on the way down, needing a break from the non-stop chatter he’d gotten on the way up.

Halfway through the drive, Charlie fell asleep, Gemma carefully wrapping her arm around his shoulder so he could lean his head against her. John caught her eye in the rearview mirror, smiling at her. She could feel something shift, like a piece of her settled into place, as he watched her a moment more.

John carried a still sleeping Charlie into the apartment building, Finn and Gemma close behind with Charlie’s belongings. Finn was reminded of himself as a young boy, with John taking care of him every day, his own son lost forever. Sometimes that realization would hit Finn so hard it would make his breath catch.

Charlie woke up in the elevator but clung to John, who held him tightly and rubbed his back. Every moment Gemma had spent with the two of them only reminded her of how John would be an amazing father, he practically already had been to Finn. He was kind and caring, affectionate and observant. He seemed to genuinely understand children, and Gemma had caught herself daydreaming more than once about what it would be like, to have kids with John. And that wasn’t even something she had thought she wanted. Until now.

“Charlie, my darling! You’re home!” Grace said happily as she opened the penthouse door.

Charlie smiled at her as John transferred him to her arms and the two hugged. John, Finn, and Gemma followed them into the living room, where Tommy stood near a large corner sofa.

“Hi, son.” Tommy greeted Charlie, rubbing his head.

“Hi, Daddy. I had the best time, can I go back soon?” Charlie replied, his energy picking up again.

“You can go back whenever your uncles say you can, maybe next month, yeah?” Tommy replied, taking Charlie from Grace and hugging him.

It was the first sign of gentleness in Tommy that Gemma had seen, and she could see why Charlie both loved and revered his father. He knew that he held a special place in Tommy’s heart.

“We haven’t officially met yet, Gemma. I’m obviously Grace, Charlie’s mum and Tommy’s wife.” Grace said, holding out her hand to Gemma.

“It’s nice to meet you, Grace. We had a great time with Charlie. You have a beautiful home.” Gemma replied, taking in the floor to ceiling view of London on two sides of the living room.

“Will you stay for dinner?” Grace asked.

“Frances always makes enough for an army.” Tommy chimed in, referring to their longtime housekeeper.

John looked at Gemma who shrugged slightly and took his hand. She was in if he was in.

“Sure, that’d be great.” John replied and Charlie beamed with happiness.

Charlie dragged Finn off to his room and Tommy pulled out some papers that he needed John to sign. Grace watched curiously as John sat down, but held Gemma’s hand over his shoulder. They seemed so in sync already.

“Gemma, why don’t I give you a tour while these two talk business? Make it quick, please, Tommy? It is Sunday after all.” Grace said airily, and Tommy smiled at her.

Gemma rubbed John’s shoulder and he squeezed her hand before she walked towards Grace, letting her hand linger on John’s back for a moment. Grace showed her the full penthouse, talking design decisions and future plans, before they settled in the kitchen.

“John seems quite smitten with you.” Grace commented with a smile as she poured Gemma a glass of champagne.

“Well, the feeling is mutual.” Gemma replied, smiling back shyly.

She understood John’s wariness around Grace. She seemed trustworthy and honest, but there was something about her that wasn’t quite right. Something that seemed slightly off. But, she was Charlie’s mother, and Gemma had to respect the way she had raised her son to be such a lovely little boy.

Both Grace and Tommy noticed throughout dinner how close John and Gemma had become, they had their own language. John watched Gemma speak with every part of his body turned towards her, and Gemma would gently touch his hand or arm whenever she said his name.

Finn noticed Grace and Tommy watching John and Gemma, and tried to clock whatever was being passed between his second oldest brother and his wife. When it came down to it, he had never totally trusted Grace either.

Later, as they drove home through the setting sun, John reached over to take Gemma’s hand, almost as a reflex. Finn sat in the back, watching as the two of them smiled at each other before John turned his focus once again to the road. Finn casually took out his phone and snapped a photo of their hands linked, resting against the middle console of John’s Audi. He knew he was witnessing the beginning of something epic.

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Apothecary

Dean Winchester X OC (Sloan)

Part II

Summary: Dean is residing with an old friend after his brother passed (post season 5), but after a few days of staying with her, it’s time to set some ground rules.

Warnings: Fluff, Domestic Dean

Word count: ~850

I. II.

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It’s been a week. Dean is asleep in my bed and I sit in a chair near the window, coffee in hand. Today, I’d have to have the “how to be a person in the normal world” talk with him and I, quite frankly, wasn’t looking forward to it. This past week has been heartbreaking. Dean didn’t sleep for more than an hour or two at a time. He paced half the night and he’d wake up in a cold sweat from whatever memory had turned into a nightmare behind his eyelids. I don’t get up every time. I did at first, but I could see how guilty it made him feel. And, so, I compromise by keeping an eye on him and, if he needs me, he knows I’m there. Sometimes, when it’s really bad, he doesn’t pace. He just sits on the side of the bed, frozen. These are the nights I know he needs something but he doesn’t know what. I get up on these nights. I make him a cup of chamomile tea with honey. He made fun of me the first time, but after I got him to try it he found it to be quite soothing. He’d never been a person who drank tea before now and so it didn’t bring back any bad memories--or, on the contrary, any good memories. It was only now.

Dean stirs in his sleep behind me, pulling me from my train of thought.

“Morning, Sleeping Beauty.” I smile over my shoulder at him.

“What time is it.” Dean rubs his hands over his face, scrubbing the spots from his vision.

“About 9.”

“9 am?” He props himself up on his elbows, “You should’ve woken me up.” I raise an eyebrow at him.

“Dean Winchester, if this past week has taught us anything, it’s that you do not need help waking up.” I mean it as a joke, but he looks guilty or maybe embarrassed as he scratches the back of his neck. “Coffee’s in the kitchen if you want some.” He grunts in response, getting up and grabbing a cup of joe before sitting on the couch near my chair. It’s silent for a moment as he finds his bearings.

“Listen, Dean.” I place my feet on the floor, untangling myself from my cozy position, and set my mug on the coffee table. “We need to talk.”

“Uh-oh” He looks at me from the corner of his eye, “Look, if I need to hit the road, just say so.”

“Actually, I was going to ask if you planned on sticking around.” He looks surprised and I shrug as I continue. “I’ve gotten used to having you around, I just want to know if I shouldn’t have.”

He let out a chuckle under his breath and then paused. He thought for a long time--long enough that I began to get nervous.

“Yeah, Sloan. I think I’ll stay.”

“Good, then let’s get you a job.” I grab the laptop off the table in front of me and begin to type information down for him, attempting to forge some sort of resume.

“Wait, what?” He clears his throat, clearly thrown off guard.

“You’ve had a week of PTO and you’ve been torturing yourself. Chuck owns the body shop down the street, I’m sure he’d hire you.”

“Chuck? Who’s Chuck?” I can tell he wants to be defensive but he’s tired and he knows I’m right.

“Chuck is my mechanic. I thought I made that pretty clear.”

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Finally finished with my bar shift, I walk upstairs to my apartment. Tossing my apron and bag aside, I spot Dean sitting on the couch, beer in hand, television turned on, and bags of takeout in front of him.

“What’s all this?” I slip off my shoes and slowly approach him.

“Finally finished my first week at a normal human job, thought I’d treat us to takeout.” I smile at this and plop down beside him.

“You didn’t have to wait for me.” I laugh at his gesture.

“It’s only, what, 8pm?”

“Mhm.” I snap the wooden chopsticks apart and look at him with an over the glasses type of look. He sighs.

“And I wanted to thank you, you happy?”

“Yes.” I smile and hand him the chopsticks I’d separated before going to grab some of my own.

Falling asleep that night came easier to Dean. As M*A*S*H played on the small boxy television, his head resting on my lap. I ran my nails on his scalp, gently playing with his hair, and before I knew it his breathing had evened out and he was sound asleep. After about an hour or so, I tried to get up to move to the bed without waking him, but he wrapped his arms around my legs tightly.

“Don’t leave me.” He was still sound asleep, but how could I leave him after that. I sighed heavily.

“I won’t.” I whisper to the sleeping man, pressing a kiss to his temple and settling in.

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100 Days of Youtube - (46/100)

↳ tbh the top charts were so extra (x)

#making gifs from a 240p video: suffering #heck these r ugly i'm sorry i have never been able to find higher quality sources of the top chart videos #this is such a demon post i hate me #also i had no inspiration to gif and this was in my history so that's why this is on ur dash #i had to no joke gif every moment just to make a set of 9 #dan #phil #dnp #daniel howell #phil lester #amazingphil #danielhowell #phan #phandom #dan and phil #dailyphan #teddiigifs #100DoY

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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.

//-//-//-//

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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Fic: A Woman Scorned - Part 13

Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader

Rating: R for language and smut.

Words: ~3000 words.

Summary: You’ve been sleeping with Billy Russo for a few months now. Knowing his aversion to emotional commitments, you’re satisfied with your clandestine arrangement until you catch him having dinner with Dinah Madani one night. Then it finally dawns on you. It’s not that he doesn’t want to commit, he just doesn’t want to commit to *you*.

Billy may think he knows you, but he has no idea what he’s just lost...

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9

Part 10 Part 11 Part 12

gif credit: @bilyrusso

Part 13

It was 8 in the evening and you were still in the office. You hadn’t accomplished much work today, your mind mostly focused on Billy. You were surprised by how quickly he’d been able to make the funeral arrangements for his mother. Yesterday you had driven over to the nursing home and by the time you reached there, Carla Russo’s body had already been picked up. You’d signed a few papers for Billy and picked up the remainder of Carla’s things before you returned home. Everything of hers was packed into a small suitcase and sitting in your living room. You wanted to call him, ask him how he was and offer your support, but he seemed determined to do everything on his own when you’d talked to him last and you didn’t want to intrude.

You gave yourself a mental shake, reminding yourself to concentrate. This workday had been a wash. When you weren’t distracted by thoughts of Billy, you were putting out fires in your team. At least the personnel conflicts have been temporarily resolved, but now you needed to work on a slide deck that you’d been tasked with presenting to the executive leadership committee later in the week.

An hour later you were halfway done with your presentation when your phone rang. You glanced down at your screen to find Billy’s name on the screen. “Hi.”

“Hey.” He sounded exhausted. “You still at work?”

“Yeah. How did you know?”

There was a pause. “You give off the workaholic vibe.”

You smiled to yourself; at least he was okay enough to crack jokes. “How are you?”

“You mean am I grieving over a goddamn dead woman who preferred meth to her own fucking son?” He sighed. “No big loss. I’m fine.”

Anger and hurt saturated his voice despite his attempts to sound unaffected. Your heart hurt for him, you wished there was something you could do. “Do you need anything?”

“The funeral service is tomorrow.” A beat of silence followed. “Do you want to come?”

“Sure. What time?”

“2pm.”

“I’ll take the day off. Do you need my help with anything? Maybe I can call some of her friends?”

“When I found her she was living on the streets, barely alive but still hooked on meth. I doubt she’s got any friends.”

“What about the people in the nursing home? Maybe they want to come?”

“No, I don’t want anyone else there. Just you.”

Not liking the warmth that spread through you upon hearing his words, you reminded yourself he was probably feeling unusually vulnerable. This wasn’t typical of him.

“Do you want to come over?” he asked.

You exhaled a heavy sigh. “I would but I have so much work to do. I’ll be here for another hour at least.”

“Come over after you’re done.”

“It’ll be really late.”

“That’s fine. I can wait.”

“I can stop by my place to pick up your mom’s-.”

“No, it’s okay.”

You realized he wasn’t quite ready to go through Carla’s belongings yet.

“Bring your stuff with you.”

“Stuff?”

“Overnight bag, clothes for tomorrow, whatever.”

“Oh. You want me to stay over?”

“Yeah, might as well. We can drive over together for the service tomorrow.”

“Okay.”

Despite the conversation coming to a natural end, he wasn’t hanging up. It seemed as if he was reluctant to be alone, probably because that meant dealing with the complicated emotions for his mother. You knew exactly how that felt. “If you want, I can leave now. I can work from your apartment instead of the office.”

“You’re not worried I’ll be tempted to spy on Valiant stuff?” he teased.

You smiled. “As if I’d let you see what I’m working on.”

“Guess no corporate espionage for me tonight.”

“Still going to keep you away from my laptop.”

He chuckled. “Just get here. I promise not to bug you while you work.”

“Okay. I’m leaving now.”

“See you soon.”

After you hung up, you started gathering your things together.

***

An hour later, you were at his place. When he opened the door, you immediately grew concerned at how tired he looked. Traveling back and forth from Vegas plus dealing with the news about Carla’s death within the last few hours meant he was absolutely exhausted.

“Hey,” he greeted you, smiling as he took the overnight bag from your hands.

You removed your heels while he took your bag inside his room and then made your way to his living room. While his penthouse suite was much bigger than yours, you actually didn’t like it very much. Despite the high-end finishes and the beautiful interiors - Billy had obviously hired a designer to make the place look good - it always felt very cool and inhospitable to you. It was too perfect and you always felt out of place inside the suite.

“You hungry?” he asked, coming up behind you. “I ordered dinner for you.” Arms encircling your waist, he dropped a kiss on the back of your head as he maneuvered you to the kitchen. He’d laid out the food for you on the dining table, and from the take-out containers you knew it was from one of your favourite Indian restaurants. The thoughtful gesture surprised you, you weren’t used to that from him. Noting that he’d only set the table for one, you turned around to look at him. “You’re not going to eat with me?”

“I ate already. I was starving. Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry.” You cradled his face with one hand, your eyes roving over his beautiful face as he placed a kiss on the fleshy part of your palm. “You look exhausted. Did you even sleep?”

“No” He leaned back against the kitchen counter, weary. For a moment he closed his eyes, simply holding still, and you found yourself wrapping your arms around him in a hug. You didn’t understand why you’d even initiated the embrace – hugs were never your thing – but seeing him so beaten-down you were desperate to comfort him. He leaned into you, his body flushed against yours, and you held him tight. Stroking the nape of his neck, you placed a soft kiss on the center of his forehead. “Why don’t you take a nap while I work?”

“You don’t mind?”

You smiled up at him, running your fingers through his hair. “At least I don’t have to worry about you stealing my company secrets while you sleep.”

He smirked. “You’ll be here when I wake up?”

“Yup. Probably still working away.”

Billy grazed your temple softly before dropping a tender kiss on the tip of your nose. “Okay, but eat first.”

You nodded your head, watching after him as he sauntered out of the kitchen and disappeared down the hallway.

Sighing, you went to the sink to wash your hands before eating.

***

It was after midnight and you were still working on your slide deck when you heard Billy puttering around in the bathroom. Soon he slowly made his way towards you, dressed in a t-shirt and black boxers, his hair all messy. He yawned lazily, falling onto the other end of the couch.

“I thought you’d sleep through the night,” you remarked.

“Are you still working?” he asked.

“Almost done.” You saved the file and shut off the laptop before slipping it back inside your bag.

Suddenly he pulled you closer and you found yourself tucked underneath him on the couch as he glanced down at you from above. “You work too hard.”

You smiled up at him. “They don’t pay me the big bucks to sit there and look pretty.”

A slow, incandescent smile curved his lips. “I would. If I ran Valiant, you’d be my personal stress relief. You’d be in my office the entire time and do nothing but look pretty and service me.”

“That’s sexual harassment.”

Billy shrugged his shoulders. “Whatever. I’d make it worth your while.”

You laughed, angling up to kiss him. “Your breath is all minty fresh.”

“I brushed my teeth for you.”

“Wow. Be still my heart.”

A warm grin covered his face as he shifted down your body to nuzzle your neck. His weight was heavy as he rested atop you, but you liked the solid feel of him on you, the way you felt all safe and warm. You stroked his hair while he drew lazy circles on your chest, the silence between you two comforting.

“No one knows about her. Not Frank, not Curtis, no one.”

Those names were familiar to you because Billy had mentioned them in passing a few times. Of course he’d never shared any other info, but you being you, you’d dug around and found out more about them. You knew they’d served with Billy and he considered them his closest friends.

“When I found her three years ago, I put her in that home and forgot all about her.”

“You visited her every week,” you reminded him.

“Because I wanted her to regret abandoning me. I wanted her to see how far I’d come, I wanted to throw her mistakes in her face. But I don’t think she regretted safe-havening me, not even a bit.”

The bitter pain in his voice made your heart hurt for him.

“Maybe I should be happy she’s finally dead, or maybe I’m supposed to be sad or something.”

“How do you actually feel?”

“Nothing. I feel nothing.”

“Billy, I think that’s normal. There’s no right or wrong in this. All of your feelings are valid.”

“Even if her dying made me absolutely ecstatic? You wouldn’t think I was a fucking psychopath?”

“You are a psychopath but not because you have conflicting emotions about your terrible mother dying. You have the right to feel how you feel about her, whatever that might be.”

Eyes blazing with emotion, he hovered about you to meet your gaze. “Then what makes me a psychopath?”

You quirked your eyebrow. “The fact you want to torture my dates.”

“Not just torture, I want to kill them.” Eyes darkened, voice velvety-smooth, he covered your mouth with his and ravaged you with a kiss that left you thrumming and breathless.

“Only you’re allowed to touch me?” you asked through labored breaths.

“Yes.” His voice was a lustful rasp, his mouth leaving a heated trail as he sucked on the oh-so-sensitive corner of where your neck and shoulder intersected. Sparks of electricity ran down your spine. “Only me.”

You took his hand and guided it down your body, parting your thighs for him.

Like always, you were soon completely lost in the erotic pleasure of his mouth on you. Your legs hooked over his shoulders, your hands grabbed the back of the couch for support as he fucked you with his hands and mouth, sucking you, licking you, his tongue flicking over your clit until you were keening under him. Body arching off the couch, you moaned his name louder and louder until he drove you completely over the edge.

Then you felt a light slap on your cunt which immediately brought you back to reality. Opening your eyes, you found Billy perched between your legs, gracing you with the most wicked smile. “That’s one.” He slapped your pussy again, this time his long, lean fingers ever so slightly grazing your clit and your hips bucked, wanting more. “As promised.” His eyebrow quirked up. “Punishment.”

“Not fair,” you protested. “I’ll date who I want.”

He slapped you again, a little harder this time, but then he leaned down to place comforting kisses on the very spots he assaulted and you moaned with pleasure.

“All of you.” His tongue lapped over your clit, eyes locked with yours. “Belongs to me. I own you.”

“You don’t!” You squealed when he flipped you over unexpectedly, grabbing you by the hips so your ass was lifted of the couch. And then he squeezed your butt cheeks, biting them lightly before he started rimming you.

***

After sharing a shower the two of you were laying in his bed, your back pressed against his chest as you both stared up at the ceiling. His one hand was intertwined with yours, the other arm circled around your hips. The two of you didn’t have sex but you didn’t mind. You were both fatigued.

“I smell like you now,” you murmured, realizing the soap in his shower had left its scent on you.

“I know. I like it.” He squeezed your fingers. “I have a present for you.”

“I hope it’s not earrings again.”

He chuckled. “No, not earrings.”

“What is it then?”

“Jewelry.”

You turned back to look at him. “What? Like a necklace?”

“Something like that. Except I’m the only one who’ll see you wearing it.”

“Ah. And where is this gift?”

He kissed the top of your head. “Not here yet.”

You smiled to yourself. “People usually wait until they have the gift in hand before telling others about it.”

“I couldn’t wait. I’m excited to see you wear it.”

He stroked your hair, and your eyes grew heavy. Soon you started falling into deep slumber, feeling calm, comforted by Billy’s arms around you.

“What happened with your family?”

Your eyes flew open. Like always, any mention of your family unfurled anxiety within you. You didn’t like thinking about them letting alone discussing them. “They passed away.”

“They’re dead?”

“Yes.”

“Both of them?”

“Yes.”

He pulled you up so you were facing him now, his intoxicating gaze completely focused on you. “That day when I asked you about the pictures, you said you weren’t close to your family.”

“I meant my extended family. I don’t keep in touch with them,” you replied smoothly.

“What were your parents like?”

Irritation surged through you at his obtrusive questions but you had to remind yourself he just lost his mother. He was feeling out-of-sorts, working through his grief – even if he didn’t think so – and he was reaching out to the only person in his life that knew about his mother. “Normal.”

He simply stared at you for a long time, studying you, saying nothing. “Normal,” he repeated, finally breaking the strained silence.

You shrugged your shoulders, dropping your gaze to the base of his throat so you didn’t have to hold his piercing stare. “Yup.”

“How did they die?”

“Car accident.”

“You miss them?”

“Of course,” you lied.

He reached out to cup your face, his thumb stroking your cheek. “So you grew up with great parents, white picket fence and all that bullshit? Sounds like you had a fairytale childhood.”

“Can we talk about this tomorrow? I’m really tired.”

“Sure. I’ll add this to the list of all the other shit we’ll talk about someday.”

He sounded almost angry with you and you weren’t sure why. Before you could question him, however, he pulled you close so you were snuggled against his chest and the warmth of his body was enough to silence your brain and lull you to sleep.

***

It was a cold, crisp autumn day in New York. The outdoor service, attended by only you and Billy, was short and quick. Throughout it, he’d gripped your hand even though he’d been outwardly calm and collected. Even now as he stood a few feet away from you, impeccably dressed in a black suit, his dark eyes hidden behind a pair of aviator sunglasses as he stared out at the pond, you sensed he was a complete mess inside. You didn’t know what to say to him so you simply sat on the bench, both of you in an isolated corner of the garden. Eventually he came to sit beside you, taking your hand in his.

“I’d have given her the whole world.” His voice was filled with pain and longing as he removed his sunglasses and tucked them in the upper pocket of his suit. “I would have given her anything she ever wanted.” Billy’s eyes met yours. “If she’d just wanted me.”

You scooted closer to wrap your arms around him, breathing him in as he sunk into you. His hands caressed your back, his grip on you so tight you almost couldn’t breathe. After a while he rested his forehead against yours, his eyes holding you prisoner in front of him.

“Swear to me you’ll never leave.”

“Billy-”

“Promise me!”

“I can’t.”

“It wasn’t a fucking request, Y/N.”

You tried to pull away from him but he fisted the back of your hair, holding you in place.

The raw urgency in his voice played havoc with your emotions. If you closed your eyes, just for a moment, you could shut out all the doubts in your head and simply believe him - but you could only live the fantasy for a short moment before reality forced its way back in. “You don’t mean those words, Billy.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Because you don’t feel that strongly about me.”

His eyes narrowed, glaring at you with hostility. “You’re gonna tell me how I feel?”

“I’m not what you want.”

“And what do you think I want?”

You gave him a sad smile. “The best of everything. Best car, best clothes, the most beautiful women in your arms. You want all that because you need others to want what you have.”

“Is that so wrong?”

You shook your head. “No, there’s nothing wrong with that – except I don’t fit into any of those categories. You want a woman like Dinah Madani. I’m not her. So eventually this thing between us will end.”

His jaw was set in a grim line, eyes burning bright with rage. “So you have me all figured out, huh?”

“Don’t get mad. You know it’s the truth.”

He yanked you closer, crushing you against him. “It’s been me against the world for as long as I can remember. But when I look at you.” His eyes softened, mouth parting as his dark gaze roamed over your face. “I don’t feel alone anymore.”

Your heart melted. The tenuous handle you had on your self-control disintegrated completely. You closed your mouth over his, kissing him frantically as he picked you up and straddled you across his lap.

He pulled back to look at you. “You’re my home. You’re all I need.”

Part 14

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