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[buckets-and-trees]

Perfectionists

Title: Perfectionists Fandom: MCU Characters/Pairings: Bucky x Female!Reader Word Count: 2.2k

Summary: SHIELD Games is behind one of the best MMORPGs on the market. SHIELD stays on top because of the super employees they have across the board from the tech innovation department, to the story writers, to their game engineers - including one Bucky Barnes. It's his perfection that has pushed him into this position at an elite place in the industry, period. But one game tester always seems to find the most frustrating things to send back to him.

Content/Concept Warnings: Gamer AU; strong language; explicit smut: oral - male receiving, mild dacryphilia, vaginal fingering, genital sex, voyerism, masturbation

Notes: TRIPLE THREAT SUBMISSION for @buckybarnesevents WEEK THREE of Hot Bucky Summer: "Where do you want me?", my fifth square of @buckybarnesbingo B5: "Playing Games," and my third square for Connect4 Alternate June-iverse: C1 "Gamer."

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Bucky looked up as he heard Steve’s telltale footsteps – not the normal ones – the trepidatious ones.

“No,” he said, tone stone cold.

Steve stopped a few steps away and sighed, putting his hands on his hips.

“How long is the list?”

“Buck.”

Bucky shook his head and pushed away from his desk. “You know what? No. I don’t even want to see it.”

He stormed out of the engineering and design lab, and Steve dropped his head back to look at the ceiling.

Sam chuckled. “I told you, man, you should wait until he’s out of the room to bring in new lists of purgatory for perfection.”

“He never takes a break. None of you take breaks,” Steve said.

“'Attitude reflects leadership, Captain.'"

"Don't quote Remember the Titans at me."

“Barnes just needs to fuck her.”

Steve’s head snapped over to Nat. “You know what, Romanoff?”

“She’s right,” Joaquin added without looking up from his screen, but a smirk on his face none the less. “His blood has been boiling for her for months, it’s about time he stops ignoring that.”

“Shit, Barnes!” you yelped, clutching your heart with one hand and an energy drink in the other. “Anyone ever tell you not to lurk in the dark?”

“I’m not lurking,” he groused.

“What else do you call lying in wait to confront someone? Especially in the dark? Alone? Leaning up against the wall, no less.”

You knew you were far from the only person in the building, but this late at night, you were the only tester still around and usually had this wing of the offices to yourself. This was a side gig for you, you only did it because you loved the game and loved getting to preview things before it was even sent to the beta test group of users, but that meant you usually only crossed paths with the handful of other official tester employees for SHIELD Games like ships passing in the night who basically clocked normal business hours.

“I don’t see you turning on any lights,” he said as you returned to your preferred spot on the couch.

“I prefer to play by glow of television,” you responded with a dramatic tone.

If Bucky rolled his eyes, you didn’t see it. “It’s how I’d be playing at home, keeps me focused so I can help you do your job.”

Which is why he was here confronting you, as you had so aptly noted. “I’m damn good at what I do.”

“And the only reason you hate my lists is because you’re already a god damn perfectionist so you can’t stand when I point out the flaws you missed or suggestions to make your work even better. But that’s why Maria hired me. Your community manager knew the user feedback I was giving when you launched the game was excellent.”

Bucky scoffed and shook his head, crossing his arms.

“Your game is only perfect after they put it in front of my face, Barnes.”

“Shut up.”

It was your turn to scoff. “Make me,” you said and took a swig of your energy drink.

Bucky pushed off the wall and in three swift, silent steps was in front of you. With your head tilted back as you drank, you only saw him when he leaned forward, looming over you. You spluttered a little, and he smirked.

“You won’t be able to talk with this in front of your face,” he said, opened the front of his jeans, and pushed the denim and his boxers down his thighs in one go.

You would have roasted him for saying something so cliché in any other circumstance. But your brain was short-circuiting, and you were trying to rapidly re-establish the connections.

His right hand took the can out of your grasp and set it on the side table next to the couch, and his left hand cradled your chin, his thumb pressing on your bottom lip.

You looked up at him. Your heart was racing, and your pussy was thrumming. You were not certain this was real. He’d been the quiet one, a bit surly, but you had been surprised enough he’d come to confront you about the feedback in the first place and never would have put a penny on the odds of something like this happening with the gorgeous game designer you’d harbored a bit of a crush on but decided after the first week wouldn’t come to anything.

This was an unexpected side quest.

You nodded.

He pushed the tip to the edge of your lips, your tongue slipped out to circle the head. In one swift motion he gripped the back of your head and thrust his cock into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat, and your hands flew up to hold onto his hips.

He used your mouth with abandon, and the hold of your hands on his hips was firm, encouraging. When you choked on his thick member, he slowed for a moment, then you squeezed his hip, and he speed up to his brutal pace again. This happened twice more, you having taken him deeper in your throat each time. Tears streamed down your face now, and he groaned when he looked down at you.

“You look so god damn beautiful,” he couldn’t help saying.

You whimpered, and he swept a thumb over your cheek, wiping away the tears, then brought them to his mouth.

He could feel the build of his climax at the root of him, and pulled out of your mouth abruptly, knowing he was too close to finishing and not ready for this to come to an end yet.

You fell forward, but he was instantly kneeling in front of you, ready to catch your lips with his. The kiss was hungry, and your mouth full of the taste of him made him groan again. Your hands tangled in his hair, slotting in despite being pulled back in a low bun. His hands had returned to hold your head as commandingly as they had when he was fucking your throat – one in your hair, one along your jaw.

When you were absolutely breathless, you finally pulled away.

Foreheads planted against each other, breaths still mingling, you licked your lips.

“Why don’t I show you what these hands can do?” he asked, one hand falling to your hip, rubbing his thumb down the crease of your thigh toward your core.

“Don’t tease.”

“Oh, no,” he agreed. Then with both hands, he pulled your hips to the edge of the cushion, hooked his fingers into the top of your pants, and peeled them down along with your panties. You pushed up to raise your hips so he could remove them completely, but your efforts were hardly needed as he used one hand to push you up, and the small show of unexpected strength made your insides squirm. He was built – you had seen it – but you hadn’t experienced the reality of it.

Bucky didn’t leave you a second to think about it any further as his fingers slid up and down your wet slit, he spread your outer folds and stroked your soft inner folds, and you moaned. Your eyes slipped shut, but you felt him watching your face. He was watching for how you reacted to each of his ministrations. He pinched your clit, and you yelped.

Your eyes flew open, and you saw his were filled with a mischievous glint. “Just testing all the possibilities,” he said.

You hit his shoulder. “I said no teasing!”

“You always want the experience to have more unexpected elements for the user to play with.”

“Bucky!” You did not want to hear one of your recent lines of feedback recited back to taunt you.

Except you did.

He was playing this game so well.

He slipped two fingers from that large, warm hand of his inside your cunt and began to pump. Your eyes melted closed again, and seemingly satisfied with his study, you felt Bucky claim your lips for more kisses while he pulled you closer and closer to an orgasm. It built steadily, his thumb at your clit, fingers in your channel, but when he curled those fingers and found the spongy spot against your pubic bone, it hit you instantly, and you cried out his name. He pulled your head into the crook of his neck while his other hand slowed in your cunt but helped prolong riding out the waves of your pleasure.

“Satisfactory experience?” he asked once your breathing started to return to normal.

You laughed against his shoulder, then pulled back to look at him. You pressed a kiss to his jaw, and he smiled.

“You know, I wasn’t afraid to poke the bear because you’re brilliant, I knew you could take it. You want to be the best, and I help give you that.” You reached down and took his still hard, leaking cock in your soft hands, and Bucky’s breath hitched. “Now, do you want to let me take you? I’m aching for you to fill me up.”

He groaned. “You can’t say shit like that.”

You nipped at his bottom lip and smirked. “Yes, I can. This company values my direct and honest feedback.”

He huffed a laugh.

“Where do you want me?”

Bucky quickly shoved his jeans all the way down his legs and settled down next to you on the couch, legs spreading wide. “In my lap.”

“Sounds just about right,” you said, straddling him.

His eager hands pulled your slick cunt flush against his groin, and you both moaned. You planted your hands on his broad shoulders, and rocked your hips just a little bit. Even that short back and forth of friction, his cock stroking your engorged clit, had your head falling back. Bucky pressed his lips to the column of your throat, not wasting an opportunity so inviting in the moment. You sighed and held his head to your neck where he continued to explore and mark you with slow, hot kisses, finding the places that made you shiver.

While you were lost in those sensations, Bucky reached down and lined his cock up with your slit, but that brought you back to the thrumming need to be filled by him, and you sunk down while he thrust up into you. He was thick, and he filled you more than you were used to, but not to a point of pain -far, far from it.

“Feel so good inside me,” you keened.

“No feedback?”

“Just fuck me until I can’t breathe, Buck.”

“With pleasure,” he growled.

After passing through two intense first levels of play, climbing to the final peak did not take long. One of his hands remained anchored at your hip to control the punishing but desired pace of thrusts, but his other steadily slid underneath your shirt and up your spine in a delicate way in contrast to everything else happening in the moment, including your lips returning to his in another kiss designed to devour.

Bucky felt you hit that crest of the climax, your muscles seizing in a moment of bliss, your pussy clenching hard around his cock. As you came down, he maneuvered you both to lay your back on the couch while he did just as you asked and continued to thrust into you hard, you boneless but in a blissful haze, unconcerned with trivial things like breathing, while he pursued his own pleasure. Then all at once he groaned and began to spill his hot seed inside of you, pausing for a second with the first ropes of cum, but then continued with deep, slow thrusts until he was completely spent.

It was a snug shuffling, but the two of you managed to get so you were both laying on your sides on the couch, your back up against the cushioned backboard, Bucky’s back to the glow of the giant television screen so all his muscled angles were sillhouted for you to admire in the afterglow. His legs were bunched up – possibly uncomfortably – and you tangled yours with his. You pushed some hair that had escaped from its knot at the back of his head off of his face, and he grabbed your hand and pressed a kiss to your palm.

“I think we’ll need to continue testing this,” you whispered against his lips.

You felt them curve into a smile before he said, “Thorough testing, absolutely. Need to explore all potential scenarios.”

“I’m glad you’ll be more amenable now to my feedback.”

“Oh, I never said that.”

You poked him in the ribs.

“Come on, you love the complex storylines. You don’t want me easily conquered.” And before you could protest, and claimed your lips again, this time in a long, slow kiss, no intention of leaving any time soon.

Too caught up with each other, neither of you heard the approaching footsteps, the gasp on discovering you, the moans they bit back when they gave over to touching themselves there in the dark, watching you, or their nearly silent retreat.

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20 questions for fic writers

The impossibly lovely @mihrsuri tagged me in this a couple of weeks ago, and I'm sorry it's taken me so long to get round to it - but I find myself in need of distraction, just a little bit, as Last Cat Standing is in the veterinary hospital getting his radioactive iodine treatment for his thyroid, and we can't have him back for maybe ten days as he's going to be somewhat radioactive for a little while; I'm sure he's going to be fine (this is the treatment described to me by the treating vet as both 'the gold standard' and 'magical', in that it's effective in 99.5% of cases, and in the 0.5% it isn't, they just give it another go and then it's effective), but we haven't had an entirely cat-free house for this long in 20 years, and I'm feeling a bit weird about it. Also I'm procrastinating finishing off an essay plan (I'd rather just write the damn essay but no, we have to submit a plan for tutor feedback to make sure we're on the right lines, and as you all know by now, that's really not how I work XD )

1. How many works do you have on Ao3? 362 (plus another 76 on the other account for the fandom that does not speak its name...)

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count? 1,491,388 (good grief; nearly 1.5 million?! and if you add in the 270,606 on the other account, that's 1,761,994 O.O )

3. What fandoms do you write for? Tolkien (chiefly the Hobbit movies, and LotR, a mix of movie and book-'verse); King Arthur (2004); Fisherman's Friends (fandom of one); The Alienist (TV; occasionally); Marvel (occasionally, chiefly bits of the MCU and X-Men comics/Evolution); Top Gun (here and there) - and a bewildering number of others...

4. What are your top five fics by kudos? My Heart Is An Empty Vessel (621); Shape Up (422); Safe (414); Not Alone (413); The Unworn Jumpers of Molly Weasley (343)

This is bewildering but also a fine illustration of the vagaries of AO3 and the absolute folly of measuring anything by the amount of kudos a fic has: Empty Vessel is three and a half years old, took two years to post and has 115 chapters, so was at the top of the tag many many times over those two years. Shape Up and Safe were written and posted not long after Top Gun: Maverick came out (I don't know how busy the tag still is, but it was very busy when the film came out so the fics in that fandom got a lot of interaction because a lot of people were there looking for fics) and are both one-shots. Not Alone is also a one-shot (for X-Men: Evolution) and has been up on AO3 for nearly twelve years (and has had a bit of a boost with the release of X-Men '97). And Unworn Jumpers (on which I really ought to put some sort of disclaimer, along with the small handful of other ancient HP fics I've got up there) is a seasonal one-shot that's been up for over ten years and tends to get a bit of a boost every December. So *shrugs* go figure. And if anyone wants to help the only HP fic in the top five not be in the top five any more, Come Home is only 36 behind it, and it is fluffy and cute and has Elrohir persuading Maglor to come to Imladris for Midwinter somewhat in the guise of the Elfling he hasn't been for a very long time... :D

5. Do you respond to comments? Yes. Sometimes it takes me a while (oh god six months, but I got up to speed with them all and now I'm trying to make sure I do it within a week) as I am a champion procrastinator but I feel it's important for me to say thank you. And sometimes squee a bit. :D And sometimes it makes me a new friend, which is extra-awesome.

I have a few very very old comments on the stuff I posted before 2020 which I never did get round to answering, which I feel bad about, but I also feel like it would be weird to go back and answer them now...I dunno, what do you guys think?

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? I don't do angsty endings very often, but The Last Watch (in which Bard dies) is really sad, and Never Forgotten and See This Storm Through (in which Sigrid and Thranduil comfort each other after the funeral, and Legolas comes home to Dale to look after his father and his family and grieve with them, respectively) are almost as sad although they both end with a small amount of hope.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Ah, most of my fics end happily :D I'm far too tired for anything but, most of the time, these days. But let's face it, My Heart Is An Empty Vessel ends with a coronation and a wedding (spoiler alert! XD ) so let's go for that one.

8. Do you get hate on fics? I am lucky; the closest I've had was some anon complaining about Empty-Handed being a spoiler for the then-unposted Empty Vessel although the events it 'spoiled' were inevitable in the context of a mortal-immortal relationship, and someone whingeing in a bookmark comment that Thorin and Bilbo don't even talk until the end of Mr Underhill's Finest Seafood Specialities, thus completely missing the point of the fic (and the 'past' after the pairing tag) - it wasn't about them - which made me chuckle as much as the rudeness annoyed me.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Sometimes. I have phases when I feel like it, and (much longer) phases when I don't. It's generally only fairly tame and euphemistic (with the single and solitary exception of that one hanahaki fic about the twins the premise for which, although not the smut, came to me in a dream) and probably not all that imaginative since, as the acest of aces, the whole idea completely bewilders me XD

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? Not unless you count various different parts of the Tolkien legendarium. My brain just doesn't work that way.

11. (there doesn't seem to be a question 11; I feel like this might be one of those Tumblr traditions, as I've definitely done question memes on here before that have been lacking in a question 11...)

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? I have! I am deeply honoured that my KA fic Anniversaries was translated into Russian by Elenabu some years ago, and It's Beginning To Look A Lot Like... appears on Lofter in Mandarin, translated by AntheaXi. There were a couple of other Russian translations of some of my very old stories, but that was 15 or 20 years ago and I can't actually remember which or where.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? I have! A long long time ago, the fic that eventually became the original novel that is Two of a Kind, the tale of Hal and Jack, was a co-production, and I really enjoy bouncing ideas back and forth - and of course, there is the Tudors OT3-'verse fandom stuff that @mihrsuri and I have been pinging to and fro just recently, which is also hugely enjoyable. :D :D :D

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? Oh, too many to name! Gawain/Galahad from KA2004, the bi widower dads, Legolas/Imrahil, Elladan/Elrohir, Erestor/Glorfindel, Sigrid/Tauriel, to name but a few.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? I am determined to finish All I Want Is You. I am also determined to finish part whatever it is now of It's Always Been You, although that's been on the back burner for a long long time. There's one WIP on the other account which I'm also determined to finish although who knows if I'll ever get there. I'm not one for saying never, though. I was out of Tolkien fandom for 16 years, and after the fandom that does not speak its name fizzled out, I genuinely thought I'd never write again. And yet...here I am.

16. What are your writing strengths? Ooooh, I dunno. Spelling, punctuation and grammar, dialogue, leavening the serious romantic stuff with a bit of humour, kindness and love for the characters and settings, happy endings and quite a lot of fluff. :D

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Plot. XD Can't plot to save my life.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? Only when necessary for character reasons, and always provide a translation. Otherwise you're shutting out readers who don't understand (unless it's not important that they actually understand precisely what's being said as long as they get the gist).

19. First fandom you wrote for? Knowingly? X-Men (comics), and that fic is here, although I posted it ten-odd years after first posting it to ff.net.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written? All of them. I cannot possibly choose.

Thank you so much for the tag, lovely! Entirely no-obligation tags go to @lemurious, @verecunda, @writerman, @scary-grace, @seagull-energy, @herawell, @thenookienostradamus, @sallysavestheday, @myeaglesong, @palavapeite, @bigneonglitter, @bishkebab, @peonybroadbeltofbuckland, @redeemer46, @spiced-wine-fic and anyone else who wants to do this - if you see this and fancy it, please consider yourself well and truly tagged!

#tag game #my writing #wheeeee thank you! <333333

[stevetonyweekly]

SteveTony Weekly - December 25th

Happy Holidays if you’re celebrating and if not--Happy Sunday! Here’s what I’ve read this week. Enjoy and remember to leave your author comments/kudos. 

***Marks my recent favorites 

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this is how by Areiton

This is how the world ends:

Gaps in the code.

 you'll remember me by Areiton

Tony closes his eyes and wonders, a brief sharp sting of pain, if Steve's watching tonight.

If he still likes to drink his whiskey and coke and pick out winners before they are announced, if his eyes still light up when he watches a movie.

Tony licks his lips and pushes the thought down away, where it can't hurt him, where it won't show on his face. Because he won't show it, not here, not where the entire world is watching.

It's his.

Just his.

  Teenage Dream by Etharei

"That," says Tony, tone unmistakably smug despite his split lip, "is Captain America. Who, by the way, happens to be my godfather."

LOOOOOOVED this so much. 

Possess by romanoff

Tony and Steve take a night for themselves to just relax. It goes exactly as planned, and then some.

(If anyone asks, Steve is absolutely not a sucker for blissed out Tony. Absolutely not.)

For Sentimental Reasons by BlossomsintheMist

Ultimates Steve and Tony have hard lives--and they end up relaxing together. It turns into a habit. Non-sexual submission with service top Steve and sub Tony.

Steve is just so soft with Tony and I love it. 

Stress Reliever by RebelSpaceOddity

The first touch of the man’s hands on Tony’s bare flesh is like the day he brought Dum-E to life: it’s a leap forward, and it’s something he can never step back from. Pepper was so, so right; he needed this.

The masseur looking like a golden Adonis was just a bonus, really.

(Plot? What's that?)

I'll Give You Rest by MusicalLuna 

Steve wants to repay Tony for taking care of his wings. It takes a little creativity.

Baking Powder by dara3008

Steve witnesses a strange sight in the middle of the night... Tony Stark baking. Maybe it's time to get to know the man better.

The Counselors Are In by valdomarx

Steve and Tony from Avengers Assemble open a counseling service for all the other Steves and Tonys from across the multiverse. God knows they need it.

Ad Infinitum by vorkosigan

After incidentally inhaling timefog (or an MCU equivalent thereof), Tony and Steve, stuck on different sides of the world, start sharing dreams. Only, these aren't your regular dreams; these seem to be echoes of all the shit that tends to happen to other Tonys and Steves all across the multiverse. But a side effect is, they slowly become aware of each other's feelings in this universe too. Only, who would believe such a thing is even possible? Tony, for one, thinks it's bullshit; going crazy seems like a way more plausible explanation.

What the History Books Don't Teach You by Neverever

Tony might destroy his friendship with Steve when he has a strong reaction to Steve's undercover costume as a booth babe representing Stark Industries. He really does love Steve for his mind, not just the booty shorts.

The Winged Soul by inukagome15

It wasn't until he was three that he realized he was different and no one else could see the wings.

And the World Keeps Spinning by Perpetual Motion (perpetfic)

He considers everything he knows. His keys don't work. Bucky's in his apartment. There's a gun to his head. He doesn't have his phone or his Avengers tag. "I died."

Off Grid by Letterblade

Steve and Tony go camping, bears are the greatest threat facing America, and tick tweezers are the best invention of the decade.

I’ve read this before but it’s just. So lovely. I don’t even like camping. 

Google this! by dorcas_gustine

Ah, the wonders of the Internet!

The Libertine by Sineala

Steve and Tony have both made certain assumptions about each other. You know what they say about assuming things.

Stronger Together by Neverever 

Steve has to fight on new battlegrounds to save Tony when Tony is terribly injured in a fight and it's revealed that they're secretly married.

It’s Not the Mountain We Conquer by Darkyu

Steve Rogers was known to be an honest man. And, really, he is. But even Captain America has his limits and Tony is well known for challenging them.

Steve, after trying it all, decides that he needs to try a different tactic to get Tony to quit stubbornly denying the love that they have for each other.

Luckily for Steve, he has some powerful friends in the magic field that could offer him a final solution to his problem.

Bright As You Can by Sineala

When Steve shows up at Tony's penthouse for one of their usual no-strings-attached dalliances, he's sure as hell not expecting to find a second Tony waiting for him. And they're both interested in keeping him company.

Never Gonna Happen by Annehiggins

Tony Stark never really believed Steve Rogers would actually marry him, but he'd never dreamed it would be because Bucky Barnes turned up alive on their wedding day. Takes into account all pre-Winter Soldier movies except Tony and Pepper broke up between The Avengers and Iron Man 3 for the usual reasons.

Man Behind the Mouth-Slit by Amuly

Tony Stark is dating the amazing, wonderful, attentive Steve Rogers, AKA Captain America. Only problem is, Tony Stark is AKA Iron Man, AKA crime-fighting partner of Steve Rogers AKA Captain America... and Steve doesn't know it. Tony Stark thinks it's for the best: Steve likes knowing his boyfriend is out of harm's way. Janet van Dyne, on the other hand, has a wholly different opinion on the matter. And the determination and strength of will to make her opinion the right one.

#stevetony #stevetony weekly #stevetony fic recs #stevetony fic #stony #stony fics #stony fic recs #Steve Rogers #tony stark #captain america #Iron Man

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imagine TASM!Peter Parker seeing you in MCU!Peter parker’s universe after he’s seen you in his dreams for months and the same has been going on for you

i saw a girl in my dreams, but i don’t remember her name

younger sister!mj, doesnt really follow the now way home movie in the beginning THERE WILL BE A PART 2

gasping and gripping at your sheets, your eyes flying open as you sat up, being woken up again from your dream like this was awful, you hated it but it had been happening for months — the dreams getting stranger and stranger as time went on. at first the dreams would be somewhat normal but you always woke up the same way, in your dream youd fall and feel like you were being sucked into a black hole and then you’d wake up all sweaty and throat dry with a headache.

rubbing your eyes with one hand and trying to fix your tank top so it would sit comfortably. your alarm started to ring, 6:00 AM, of course you had to be woken up right before your alarm goes off, rolling your eyes then turning it off.

your dream started to come back to you, now remembering parts of it. peter parker, not the peter you knew—a different peter, a completely different peter. at first it started off as spiderman, of course you knew peter was spiderman since before you even met peter mj was telling you that she suspected it and being the best big sister you were you listened to everything she had to say and when she turned out to be right you were very very proud of her and pledged not to tell anyone about it.

the dreams kept getting weirder, after three dreams spiderman had taken off his mask and you expected to see your sisters boyfriend but it wasnt him. it was an older man — mid 20s and thats when you noticed the suit was different, like really different. he also looked nothing like your peter, he had introduced himself as peter parker but that couldnt be right.

parts of your dreams faded, you remember telling him he wasnt peter parker and he seemed genuinely confused. you remembered seeing these circle things and a lizard man thing you couldnt explain but it wasnt the weirdest thing youve seen.

trying to shake the weird feeling as you got ready for work.

-

MJ and you sat at your table, a small on just for the both of you. sipping on your coffee and scrolling on your phone as she typed away on hers. “mj can i talk to you about something?” you asked turning off your phone as she glances at you and then sits hers down as well.

“yeah of course” mj said and leaned closer to you, resting on her elbows.

“i keep having dreams about peter” you admitted, trying to find how to explain it. mj furrowed her brows and pushed her bottom lip out a bit.

“peter? like peter parker?” mj asked, her chin now rested in her palm. you nodded.

“yes, peter but its not our peter —like it’s not here peter it’s a different peter. looks completely different and older and hes still spiderman and he even has a different suit!” you rambled, pointing at the table as you tried to explain. mj tried to follow but she kept getting lost and then asking questions so you had to backtrack. 

telling her the things remember from the dream you just had and the older ones.

soon you both left, you now at taking orders at the peter pan donut and pastry shop. blinking the tiredness off and get peter off your mind. your buzzed uncontrollably, at first thinking it was just a text then it buzzed more which made you think it was mj and you took out your phone quickly only to be met with the news, you glanced outside watching people running then looked back at your phone

PETER PARKER IS SPIDERMAN

“what the fuck” you groaned.

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[geminil0vr]

waitress | peter parker

tldr: it's december 2024; post blip, post may, post everything, and peter seeks solace in a run-down coffee shop across the street.

word count: 1.3k

content: you’re a waitress in a coffee shop. slice of life, awkward smiles, burnt coffee, tired mcu peter.

This winter feels the coldest yet.

A sudden rush of warmth hits your face, long flushed by the cold, and the change in temperature sends a hot flash right up your spine. Making your way into the worse for wear coffee shop you've spent nearly every night in for the past four months, you're wrapped up in layers, and four minutes late. The overhead lights flicker delicately, tinkling in the quiet. You shouldn't really like Dave's, but you do. It's a way to live. Your way to live.

“Y/N. You're late!”

You pull off your gloves by the index and middle fingers, shoving them in your bag and warming your hands up in earnest, “I know, I know. Sorry, Dave.”

Your boss' eyes soften as you hurry behind the counter, shrugging your creased, fur-lined jacket off and unzipping your hoodie. He tilts his head and scrunches his nose, eyes creasing in the corners. He seems in a forgiving mood, or maybe it's just that now he's a little too fond of you to really scold you.

“Whatever. It's fine, doll,” Dave proceeds to eye the almost empty café, save the regular who likes to sit in the corner every night and gingerly sip a tall coffee for a good three hours. He's been idle company since you first started here. "Not like there's much of a 10PM rush anyway."

“Or any kind of rush.”

“Hey, Gina, what've I told you about mouthing off?” His New York accent thickens as he points a finger to his eldest niece, who's just about to come off her shift.

“Not to?” She smacks her gum and squints her eyes tauntingly, cocking her head to the side. Like this, they almost look the same.

You head to the back and toss your things on the bench, pulling off your sweater and stuffing your phone into the pocket of your faded jeans. If there's one good thing about this place, other than the quiet (when Dave and Gina aren't biting each other's heads off), it's the humidity. Maybe you come home smelling like coffee with a touch of bacon grease, but at least it's warm inside.

You tug down the sleeves of your top and roll out your shoulders. Deep breath, in, out.

It's an hour and a half later when Dave gives you the heads up that he'll be on his way home, Gina in tow, and throws you the keys. There's an easy sense of trust between the two of you these days.

It's another hour and a half later when you cast aside your book, Slaughterhouse-Five, to eye your watch and the man in the corner booth. Always, at exactly 1:10AM, he rises to leave. Places two dollars beneath his empty coffee cup. Shrugs on his coat. Nods you a goodbye, and he's gone. You give him a rather tired, vacant smile, too wrapped up in your wonderings to really see him. You've always preferred a concept to a stranger. You think about whether he goes to bed, or to a bar, or to work, or if he's some kind of entity who exists only to drink his tall coffee, leave his tip, shrug on his coat, and nod you goodbye. You sometimes convince yourself that you're only imagining him in some last-ditch attempt to feel less lonely. You eye the man, a silhouette as he makes his way past the stretch of windows of the café, and then he's gone. You wouldn't have noticed the ring of the bell if the sharp gust of cold that came along with it hadn't brought you back to your senses.

He can't be more than twenty, nineteen at the most, as he blows air into his hands and lets the door swing shut again, making his way towards the counter. You snap out of your reverie, shaking your head and blinking into action as you step off your stool to greet him at the cash register.

“Hi, hello,” you say, nearly too eager to greet a new customer, "What can I get you?"

“Hey, could I get a medium coffee, two cream, three sugars? Or, four, actually? Four sugars?” No more than eighteen: the break in his voice gives it away.

“Uh… yeah, of course. Having in, or...?”

He seems to hesitate, contemplating the sidewalks illuminated under dim streetlights, and then a booth against the windows. The choice is made, “Yeah, having in.”

“Okay, that all?”

He nods, lips drawn together in a tight smile.

“Alright, that'll be... 2.50, please.”

The boy rifles through a fraying wallet, dark-hair tousled from the wind. You eye a few droplets of water adorning the sleeves of his winter jacket.

“It still snowing out there?”

He lifts his head up, bewildered, brown eyes wide. He looks surprised to be spoken to. You falter, then raise your brows, pressing your lips together as he steadily hands you three dollars.

“Sorry?” The old-school register opens and you slip the cash in, slamming it shut with some resistance and dropping the change into his still-open palm.

“I asked if it was snowing out there, still.”

His head shoots to the right, scanning the street, until his eyes land back on you, “Oh, right, yeah. Yeah, a little bit.” He slips the change into his pocket, stuffing both his hands into his jacket and rocking back and forth on his heels.

“Not too bad, I hope,” you answer, giving him a soft smile and grabbing a cup below the counter, “You can go sit down, I'll bring it to you when it's ready.”

You struggle to focus on the pages of your book, finding yourself much more interested in eyeing the lonely, first-time customer of Dave's. It’s not a frequent occurrence. Instead, you sit up, tightening the strings of your apron and crossing your ankles against the stool. In lieu of staring down the pretty customer, your eyes find purchase out the windows and across the street. The spark of the coffee machine is what jolts you again, as you push yourself off the seat and hurry over to it just as it finishes dripping a jug of coffee. Steam billows from it dangerously and you rush to unplug it as it buzzes, hums violently and finally stops. The silence is taunting. You twist on your heels to see if the boy has noticed. His eyes dart away.

You smile grimly as you place a cardboard cup of coffee and two extra packets of sugar onto the table. The boy looks up at you and you twist your hands behind your back sheepishly; from here, with the yellowish flicker of the overhead light and the reflections from outside, you can really see him. The shades of purple beneath his eyes, the crease between his brows. He looks tired.

“So, um... sorry, what was your name?”

“I didn't say it,” He blinks and enters another internal battle with himself for a moment, before observing you again, “It's... Peter. My name is Peter,” he breathes out. In again. Steady.

“Well, Peter, I'm afraid the coffee is gonna have a bit of a...” You search desperately for a better term, and come up empty, “burnt... taste to it?”

“Burnt?” His voice cracks a little again, and he quirks a brow.

“I know you saw that machine almost burst into flames.”

“I...” He avoids your direct gaze, “I didn't want to—”

“It does that sometimes. And if I plug it back in it will actually set on fire so... this is the best I can do. The sugar might help with...”

“The burnt taste?”

He meets your eyes, and you both fight a smile, “Yeah.”

“Got it. Thanks.”

“No problem.”

And this is how it starts.

a/n: be gentle with me please. first time writing a fic in a while! it's short and hopeful and uneventful, and definitely not harry potter.

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[softtdaisy]

hi lovely! i’m submitting two if that’s okay i’ll submit them in separate asks of course! feel free to do one or both or none im mainly here to say congratulations on 600!!!!

this is the first one :

🎶 Feelings by Lauv

✨ super cute, lovey, happy, all the happy cute romantic feels

either tasm!pater or mcu!peter either one works

_feelings

tasm!peter parker x reader

based on: feelings by lauv

words: 702

a/n: i decided to pick tasm!peter for this one because this baby needs a break 😭 (but technically you can read it with mcu!peter in mind too) i love both your request thank you so much for participating, i hope you will love this story (i personaly do) 💛

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It was a lovely summer night. Not too hot. Not too cold. New York was rather quiet tonight. But the world could be crashing right now that you wouldn’t even care. 

What was more important than being with Peter?

He promised you multiple times that he will take you to the top of the Empire State. “I always go there when I have a rough day. And the sunset is amazing from there!” You were touched that he trusted you enough to show you his safe spot. You knew that being Spider-man wasn’t easy for him. That your arms sometimes weren’t enough to comfort him. 

But being Spider-man was time-consuming. And weeks went by without Peter being able to show you the sunset. “It’s not like it’s our only summer together Peter. I don’t plan on leaving you tomorrow.” You told him one day when he apologised again for missing the opportunity. 

But today was the day.

Around 8 p.m., Peter arrived in your room with his spidey suit on. He knocked on your window like he always did. Three small knocks to make sure you recognised him. Like you had other people coming at your window. "Come here love. We’ve got a sunset to see.” 

“What a lovely taxi I have here.” You laughed before getting on his back. You always wondered if it was difficult for him to carry you both around the town. He always seemed to do it like you both weighed nothing. Maybe you should give him a back massage after this trip. 

You quickly forgot about this idea when you arrived on top. It was pretty scary to be this high above the city. You trusted Peter with your whole heart but the idea of falling…”I’m holding you baby.” He said with a little laugh when he noticed your expression.

Peter took off his mask. He wanted it to be you and Peter. Not you and Spidey. And also because, like that, he could kiss you as much as he wanted. But he started with a small kiss on your nose. “You okay? You tell me if you want to go back on the ground…”you shook your head before putting your chin on his shoulder.

It was a quiet night. You didn’t need words right now. You were just enjoying the beauty of this orange and pink sky in front of you. The beauty of the night falling on the city that never sleeps. Your eyes were shiny in front of this show you would barely see in your life. 

And while you were falling in love with the sky. Peter was falling deeper in love with you. He loved how your eyes couldn’t stop looking at the view in front of you. How you kept opening and closing your mouth, like you wanted to say anything but couldn’t find the words. He loved how you were grabbing him harder by moments, without even realizing it. How you were proving to him that he made the right choice to show you this post. There was no else in the world he would have wanted to share this with.

Peter has some difficulty accepting he was worth loving. He wasn’t always doing the right thing, no matter how much he tried. He made some mistakes that could never be undone. And for that, he was ready to give up on happiness. 

Then he met you one day. You were like an angel fallen from the sky. You looked at him, at Peter. And for the first time in many months, he remembered there was someone behind the mask he was hiding under. When he was looking at you, he guessed that somehow life decided he deserved happiness too. He deserved to be loved. 

When the sky was starting to turn dark, you turned your face to Peter. Who was still looking at you with the loveliest smile. “You’re missing the whole thing Pete!” You said with a pleading voice. 

“Trust me, I’m seeing the most beautiful thing in the world right now.” He whispered before kissing you. A thank you for being in my life kiss. A I promise you an eternity of moments like this kiss.

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[ctrsara]

Lose the Lights

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@Comfortember 2022 # 13 - Losing Track of Time, #11 - Holding Hands, and #15 - A Quiet Moment. Marvel MCU - Peter Parker/MJ

“I still can’t believe your mom let you come up here for the weekend.”

“I know, right? I thought she’d be totally against it, but when Pepper Potts herself extended the invitation, I don’t think it ever occurred to her to say no.”

Peter opened the panel above them, and climbed out, bending down to give MJ a hand as well. She climbed up and joined him on the roof of the Avenger’s Compound. He resettled the backpack he carried and led her over to his favorite spot. He pulled the two big blankets out of his bag, and then the small thermos of hot chocolate and two cups. 

“Wow, you’re super prepared there, aren’t you?”

"The Boy Scout motto is 'Be Prepared.”'

“Peter, when were you ever a Boy Scout?”

“Well, a Cub Scout, when I was little.” She looked at him in surprise, then shrugged, smiling. “Actually, that tracks.”

He shook his head in exasperation. “Help me spread this out, so you can take advantage of my preparedness.”

They spread one blanket on the roof and sat down on it, and then Peter wrapped the other one around them. They’d have hot chocolate when they got chilled. 

“So… what are we doing up here?”

“FRIDAY?”

“Yes, Peter?” she asked from his Starkwatch. Right, no speakers up here. 

“Can you dim the outside lights, and kill the ones up here please, as per our conversation earlier?”

“As per our conversation?” MJ giggled, teasing him gently. He scoffed at her.

The lights dropped to low levels, and were extinguished directly around them. 

“Oh. Wow!”

Peter smiled, but it was so dark MJ couldn’t see it. All they could see were--

“The stars! They’re so bright!”

“Aren’t they amazing? Lay down, or you’ll get a crick in your neck. I may know that from experience.”

“Do you know any of their names?”

“Actually, yeah. Tony and I spend a lot of time up here. It’s a good place to sit and think, or just get some quiet time. Some perspective. It used to kinda freak him out, because of the whole wormhole into space at the end of the Battle of New York, you know?” MJ reached over and gently grabbed his hand, calming him as his words started to trip over each other.

“Oh. Hey. Um, but now. Now, he likes to lay out here with me. He’s taught me lots of constellations and stuff.”

She nudged his shoulder with hers. “The stars, Pete? Tell me about some of them.”

“Right. You see that super bright one up there? That’s not a star at all. You can tell, because when you concentrate on it, it’s not twinkling like most of the others.” 

Their curls were pressed together as he pointed and she tried to make sure she was looking in the same place. “So what is it?”

“Well, that one’s Jupiter.”

“Oh, wow. What about that one? It’s really bright.”

“But see how it’s twinkling? Kind of blinking? That’s actually Sirius. It’s the brightest actual star in the sky. And if you look over this direction, do you see the three little stars in a row? Those make up the belt in the constellation ‘Orion.’ It’s my favorite.”

“Peter?”

“Yeah? He turned his face towards her and found MJ’s already there. She pressed her lips against his quickly, and let out a little breathy laugh before pulling back.

“You’re really cute when you’re excited about stuff.”

Peter’s brain seemed to be short circuiting, and he didn’t make sense when he did talk. “Uh, I mean, I don’t… Um.”

“Pete.”

“Mmm-hmm?”

“Tell me more about Orion.”

“Oh, yeah. Well, see that star at the top that’s kinda reddish?” MJ nodded against the side of his head. “That’s Betelgeuse.”

“Like the movie?”

“Pretty sure the star was named first…”

He went on, pointing out different stars and constellations to her. They drank the hot chocolate, and laughed about things that had happened at school that week, and snuggled under the other blanket. 

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“Underoos? You guys still up here?”

Peter turned, startled, to see Tony’s head poking up through the roof access.

“Yeah, we are. But shhh. MJ’s asleep.”

“Aw, so cute,” he said dryly.  “But bud, it’s almost 10. We didn’t realize you were still out here. I thought you wanted to watch a movie tonight, too?”

“Oh, we did! Sorry, we just lost track of time.”

“Look, we figured out a new constellation using that app on my phone.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, c’mere and I’ll show you.” He flipped up the edge of the blanket, and his mentor came to lay with his head close to the teenager’s so he could point out the “new” discovery. Which is where they still were when another head popped through the access point. This time it was Pepper. “Tony? I sent you to find the kids half an hour ago!”

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[indynerdgirl]

Tag 9 People You Want To Know Better

I was tagged by @anniesocsandgeneralstore. Thank you, my dear! 🥰

3 Ships: I literally have an entire armada of ships so it's basically impossible to pick just three. So here are the ones that I've been rereading my favorite fics for lately and that would be Ginny Baker/Mike Lawson (from Pitch AND YES I AM NOW AND FOREVER STILL SALTY ABOUT IT GETTING CANCELED), Darcy Lewis/Bucky Barnes, and Darcy Lewis/Steve Rodgers (look, Darcy is the MCU fandom bicycle, okay? I ship her with just about everyone in the MCU). (I figured it was kind of a given at this point that y'all already know about my brainrot that is my absolute love for Annie's OC, Ronnie Bradshaw & Jake Seresin in all of Annie's fantastic Top Gun: Maverick AUs, so that's why I didn't put them in that list. 😆)

1st Ever Ship: My first ever ship, before I even knew what shipping was, would have to be Laura Ingalls & Almanzo Wilder. I can't tell you how many times pre-teen & early teen me read These Happy Golden Years and wished for an Almanzo of my own. And my crush on Almanzo only grew as I read The First Four Years and later the Rose Wilder series of books about her & her parents (Laura & Almanzo) lives on their Rocky Ridge farm. My first ship once I knew what shipping was, would probably be Ron/Hermonie. I remember wanting Ron & Hermonie to get together in the books pretty quickly, but it really wasn't until HBP that I entertained the thought of Harry/Ginny (I remember being actually pretty bummed for Harry when Cho turned him down for the Yule Ball in GoF).

Last Song: Faeries by Mannheim Steamroller

Last Movie: New In Town - it's one of those movies that I will watch anytime. I can quote along with it and no matter how many times I've seen it, it never fails to make me laugh.

Currently Reading: I'm technically currently listening to the audiobook for The Women With Silver Wings: The Inspiring True Story of the Women Airforce Service Pilots of World War II by Katherin Sharp Landdeck. But it's probably been at least a month if not longer since I've listened to a chapter. I blame the copious amounts of fanfiction that I've been consuming lately. 😆 If we're talking fanfiction, I just started rereading Flyboy by @kryptonitejelly and rereading Sugar and Spice by @wombtotombx , along with my annual reread of @themonkeycabal 's Run Verse.

Currently Watching: The newest season of The Crown. I'm only a few episodes in right now.

Currently Consuming: Water and gum.

Currently Craving: Food? Pizza. Sad honesty? A bone crushing hug. I've realized this year that I am extremely touched starved. It took me a few years to realize this because four years ago I was working at a child care center with infants and toddlers, so I got all of the hugs and cuddles I needed all day long from my babies & kiddos at work. But the rest of my family isn't as touchy-feely as I am so I'm always the one that has to initiate any hugs or getting my younger siblings to cuddle with me on the couch while we watch tv or movies. I have become more vocal this year with my family about needing & wanting hugs, but I'm still that one that has to initiate them and they're never as long or as crushing as I want them to be.

No pressure tags (and feel free to post your own answers if you didn't get tagged, I just picked the first nine people on my dash!): @kryptonitejelly @themonkeycabal @iguana-braces @purple-purple-pink-purple @quo-nunc @i-ate-victor-hugos-brain @iamfitzwilliamdarcy @the-catholic-geek @bartonbones

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[arizonapoppy]

I posted 3,759 times in 2022

That's 1,166 more posts than 2021!

149 posts created (4%)

3,610 posts reblogged (96%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 1,676 of my posts in 2022

#tolkien - 356 posts

#fic recs - 119 posts

#bts fanfic - 84 posts

#lotr - 84 posts

#signal boost - 77 posts

#mcu - 66 posts

#writer encouragement - 65 posts

#fandom is for fun - 43 posts

#star wars fanfic - 42 posts

#saving for future reference - 40 posts

Longest Tag: 116 characters

#i've actually pretty much stopped leaving comments or reblogging other works because i so rarely get feedback myself

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Solitude

A Mischief Managed ficlet

Pairing: Jimin x Reader, Jimin & Reader

Words: 1k

Rating: G

Genre: Angst, bestFriends!AU, nonIdol!AU

Summary: In a new town with a good job, you realize your loneliness without your best friend Jimin

Warnings: Not the usual fluff; off-screen!Jimin

Read it on AO3

Taglist: @cutechim​ @hannahbee12719​ @reliablemitten​ @seokjinger-ale​ @sunshinerainbowsbts​

24 notes - Posted March 25, 2022

#4

Ticket, Please

A Mischief Managed story

What? More Mischief? I’m popping in from my social media break to let my BTS followers know there’s another episode of Mischief Managed posted on Ao3, thanks to a thirst session with @hannahbee12719​​ & @seokjinger-ale​​ that turned into a prompt.

Pairing: Jimin & Reader

Words: 2.1k

Rating: G

Genre: Fluff, crack, humor, bestFriends!AU, nonIdol!AU

Summary: You and Jimin will do anything to watch the new X-Men movie

Warnings: Do not try this at home- breaking & entering, attempt to defraud

Read it on AO3

And while you’re here, would you be interested in some of my other BTS stories? With all that’s going on right now, we really need the comfort of fluff.

And if fluff isn’t your thing (but I still really encourage you to give it a try), you might be interested in this little tidbit of smut, which has somehow become the third most popular thing I’ve ever written. I knew we’re all horny bitches (affectionate), but it’s been jaw-dropping to see its stats versus everything else I’ve done in my life.  

25 notes - Posted March 15, 2022

#3

We did it!

200 Thryce stories on Ao3!

26 notes - Posted February 16, 2022

#2

Pancake My Eyes Off Of You

Pairing: Seokjin x Reader

Words: 1085

Summary: You and your friend Seokjin go out for your regular Saturday morning breakfast. A chance comment breaks your status quo.

Warnings: Bad puns

Also on Ao3

A/N: Thank you to @hannahbee12719​ for the prompt! Five squares down.

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“Another successful morning garage-sailing!” Seokjin whistles as he unlocks the van carrying all your assembled purchases. 

“Don’t you mean junking?”

He assumes a hurt expression. “How can you call all this wonderful loot junk?”  

You sigh as you buckle your seatbelt. “I’m just glad when it’s done being clutter in my garage.”

Seokjin reaches across the emergency break to pat your hand. “Admit it, you enjoy the thrill of the find.”

He had a point. Your mutual side hustle, Worldwide Hand-Me-Downs, did provide an outlet for your love of nostalgia. You just hadn’t expected it to take over your Saturday mornings. “I’ll be happy once we have breakfast,” you grumble. “And more coffee.” 

Smiling, Seokjin points the van in the direction of the your favorite diner.   

You sigh as he takes the back roads to the diner. “Why do you always take the back roads? It’s faster to take the freeway.”

Shaking his head, he demurs. “But there are fewer traffic lights.”

You bite your tongue as you stare out the window at the passing scenery. Driver’s choice, you suppose. Even though you had driven both ways and timed them just to prove you were right. 

The end goal of all your Saturday garage-sailing expeditions is soon in sight (although you could have been there three minutes sooner if Seokjin had just gone your way), and with a blissful sigh, you slide into the booth opposite Seokjin. He carefully turns both the coffee cups up on their saucers. You don’t need to look at the menu, since you know what you want, but Seokjin studies his as if he hadn’t been coming here almost every Saturday for ages. You smile as his dark messy hair droops over his forehead as he turns the pages. His bangs are getting long. Should you remind him to get a haircut? 

“Good morning,” your server chirps, as she pours coffee in your cups. She drops off a little pot of half and half, too, which Seokjin wordlessly pushes toward you. “Do you know what you want, or should I come back?”

“I’ll have the veggie omelette, bacon, and a side of hash browns, crispy on top, please?”

The server nods. “You got it!”

Seokjin shakes his hair out of his face as he tries to decide. “Can I have the short stack, link sausage, and the fruit cup please?” he finally asks. 

She finishes writing your order. “I’ll get this put in.” 

After she leaves, you carefully pour the cream and sugar into your coffee, stirring to mix it into pale tan consistency.  

“Would you like a little coffee with your sugar?” Seokjin teases you.

You tap the spoon against the lip so as not to waste a single drop of blessed caffeine. “Not everyone can stand their coffee as black as your heart.”

He clutches his chest as if he’s been mortally wounded. Straightening his face, Seokjin changes the topic of conversation to the plot developments of the  latest popular streaming series. “Can you believe what the writers did? What were they thinking? Clearly it should have gone the other way.” 

Nodding your agreement, you gesticulate wildly with your spoon, because you would have improved on that chase scene, if only they had consulted you. Seokjin chimes in with supporting additional details of the proposed rewrites.  

By the time your food arrives, between the two of you, you have come up with a much better directors’ cut. You and Seokjin scurry to move the cups aside to make room for the food as your server unloads plate after plate. Glasses of orange juice and milk are followed by Seokjin’s pancakes. She sets the breakfast potatoes at Seokjin’s place.   

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28 notes - Posted February 10, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Hiya Poppy, for your romantic cliche bingo, could I request something for "The Dork and the Jock?" I'd love to see what you can do with this one! 💕

Take Me Out

Pairing: Hoseok x female!Reader

Genre: Fluff, opposites attract, first meeting

Summary: You'd rather be playing a game than teaching, but then an office group from Bangtan Industries attends your club's Learn To Curl night.

Words: 2.4k

Warnings: alcohol consumption, bad puns

Rating: T for alcohol consumption (to be safe, nothing else happens)

A/N: Thank you to Sunny for the prompt! I hope you like it! <3 Eight squares down.

Also on Ao3

“I said, I’ve finished counting out the shoe grippers.”

“Hmm? What?” Pulling your earbud out of your ear, you look up to find your friend Seokjin standing next to you. Clutching your chest, you chastise him: “You shouldn’t sneak up on me like that!”

Seokjin shakes his finger at you. “It wouldn’t have been a problem if you weren’t lost to the world listening to the latest curling podcast.”

You splutter. “How’d you know I was listening to curling podcasts?”

“I didn’t,” he smirks. “Lucky guess.”

Rolling your eyes, you go back to counting out the broom handles and checking their brightly colored brush pads. “How many are we expecting tonight?”

“Full house,” Seokjin replies as reaches into the bin closest to him and begins inspecting brooms.

Learn to Curl Nights are always hectic at the curling club. But it’s extra busy in Olympic years, when suddenly people who look ordinary are on the tv playing for Olympics medals. Shuffleboard on ice, how hard could it be?

You have a lot of bruised tailbones and sore shoulders to contradict them.

“Lucky us,” Seokjin quips. “We’ve got one of the corporate team building groups.”

Pursing your lips, you contemplate your teaching partner’s revelation. This could go one of two ways: scowling grumps upset at “mandatory fun” organized by an out-of-touch boss, or a really wild office with terrifyingly high morale.

Even if you get the challenging first group, you still enjoy teaching. They might be hard nuts to crack, but eventually the enthusiasm is contagious. The smiles when someone manages to get their stone most of the way down the ice make it all worthwhile. It’s also a good opportunity for the club to recruit; you, Seokjin, and the other volunteer teachers are the first line of scouts for new players.

The evening starts in the club’s general purpose room with a brief welcome and introduction from the club president, Namjoon, and then everyone troops downstairs to the ice. You help people find the right size shoe grippers and a broom. When each person is set, you make your way over to the furthest sheet where Seokjin and the office party are waiting.

Watching at a distance, they’re already pretty animated. “Wooo!” yells one woman in a bright red jacket, waving her arms over her head. She almost loses her balance, but recovers just in time. A man in a hockey jersey says something you can’t hear at that distance, and the entire group breaks up laughing.

Looks like you have the office with terrifyingly high morale.

All right, they want a wild time, you’ll give them the full experience. Kicking off with your back foot, you slide in and swish to a stop in front of them, broom carefully tucked under your arm, just to be extra.

“And here’s my esteemed Co-Teacher,” Seokjin crows. “The fun can begin!”

Cheerfully, you wave to the group and introduce yourself.

“We all work for Bangtan Industries,” explains their boss, as they take turns introducing themselves. Going down the line, they are an office crew from central casting, representing all walks of life, genders, and office roles.

The last person to speak is a man who has been quiet up until now. Taking his measure, does he even want to be here? Sometimes groups have a holdout determined not to have fun. He has a reserved yet confident air, wearing loose clothing and a knit hat with black bangs peeking out. But then he smiles and it’s like a spotlight shines. His dark eyes crinkle around his button nose. “My name’s Hoseok,” he says. “I’m really excited to learn to curl!”

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[wynndynights]

✴𝔸𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕄𝕖✴

Birthday: November 7th

𝙳𝚘 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎?

✻ I go by Wynn here, but I have no objection to nicknames as long as they are not offensive or harmful. Have fun with it!

𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚜/𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜/books/comics?

✼ When it comes to games, my biggest major hyperfixation is genshin impact. It's definitely something I invest a lot of my time in, not just in gaming but also in my writing and drawing. (Update: Baldur's Gate 3 has also consumed my entire soul now). I have played some Honkai: Star Rail and absolutely loved the first parts to it, but unfortunately had to hold off on playing any more for lack of computer space. Once I can get my hands on a proper gaming PC, I would love to play Undertale/Deltarune. I am also one of those people who could sit you down and give you a several hour rundown of the FNAF lore. Depending what consoles I'm able to get in the future, I'd also love to get into playing the Zelda games.

✻ Jujutsu Kaisen makes me want to throw my laptop out a window right now. There's your intro the the kinds of shows I like. I am a weeb and I really like (but also deeply hate) Jujutsu Kaisen, Bungou Stray Dogs, Demon Slayer, Attack on Titan, etc. If it makes me suffer emotionally, I probably enjoy it. I am also attempting, key word being ATTEMPTING, to get through One Piece. Gotta catch up with my frinds who are actively up to date on it please pray for my soul. Also getting back into Fairy Tail and loving every second of it! If it's not anime, I like a lot of the MCU shows or movies, and also have yearly rewatches of Gravity Falls and the new comfort show addition of the Owl House to give myself a break from the emotional torture that comes from being a weeb. I watch Helluva Boss and Hazbin Hotel religiously, my sense of humor is broken.

✼ I like reading. Unfortunately I stopped being able to stay motivated to read regular books sometime back in high school. What has my solution to that been? Webcomics! I have a much easier time keeping up with reading if stories are paired with pictures, so Webtoon is my biggest go to for that. My biggest recommendations for those who also enjoy webcomics would be Omniscient Reader (my current top favorite if you don't mind lots of cliff hangers), City of Blank, Lore Olympus, Down to Earth, and Covenant.

✻ !!! If you have any recommendations ever for games, shows, movies, webcomics, songs, or any other sort of media, feel free to send them my way! I love checking out new genres and subjects and learning about the sorts of things that other people take interest in and that's usually where most of my interests come from any way. I am an interest sponge!!!

𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚘 𝙸 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎?

✼ Most of my time is spent writing, drawing, or playing genshin. I also enjoy baking, painting, making carvings out of bars of soap, and driving my entire family crazy by being hyperactive at the ungodly hours of the morning. Since I at least do my best to get out of the house sometimes, I also enjoy hiking, any sort of rafting or boating, and scuba diving. I have a lot of travel goals since I enjoy seeing new places and exploring. I have also recently finally achieved my middle school dream of finding a group to play DnD with, and it has become a major hyperfixation. When I can't think of things to draw? DnD character. Not sure what to write but needing to put some words on paper? DnD character backstory. Bored or unmotivated in general? Make up new DnD characters. It is my cure all.

𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚜?

✻ My top three favorite animals go sloths, possums, bats in that order from favorite down.

✼ My favorite color is very specifically phthalocyanine green

✻ I love anything related to outer space and could probably talk for hours about it

✼ Same goes for the ocean. I think I just find all the unknowns about both the ocean and space to be very cool

✻ I like sushi. A lot. It's a major comfort food and if it wouldn't make me sick I could probably have sushi every day and be perfectly satisfied

✼ I enjoy anything that has me working in the kitchen, and I'm actually hoping to go to culinary school sometime in the next few years

✻ I try to hoard DnD dice like a dragon hoards treasure which is probably why I can't afford a better gaming setup :,)

✼ Making art for people is my love language I could probably make money off of it but I don't because making free art for people brings me joy and joy > profit

[britesparc]

Weekend Top Ten #606

Top Ten Time Travel Stories

I probably should have written about this last week, when the show actually returned to Disney+, but I wanted to do something about Loki. I think the series has been one of the most popular of the MCU TV shows so far, and whilst (for me at least) it wasn’t as experimental as WandaVision or as fresh as Ms. Marvel, it’s still one of the most consistent shows they’ve done, with some terrific new characters in the likes of Mobius and especially Sylvie, and probably on balance the best designed Marvel show around (skinny ties for the win!).

Anyway, at its heart it’s a story about time travel; time travel so pervasive and all-encompassing that it ends up creating the MCU multiverse. But there were parts of that first season that felt like a weirdly off-kilter episode of Doctor Who, as a foppish Brit tooled round time and space accompanied by grumpy sidekick. And this got me thinking about a topic that I’ve rather amazingly (unless I’ve cocked up my reckoning) never covered before: time travel stories.

I’ve always loved time travel stories, as far back as I can remember. Part of it was the thrill of seeing other times and places; as a kid, I especially liked visions of the future. But also, from a young age, I loved the trippy, timey-wimey nature of the stories; whether it was changing history in a way that was reflected in the present, or some kind of pre-ordainment that allowed for all manner of amusing hijinks (something I still refer to as a “key moment” because of Bill & Ted). Basically, I think I can put all of this down to three things: Terminator, Back to the Future, and Target: 2006, all of which are reflected here in this list.

The way time travel stories can depict alternate futures or allow for our characters to interact with the past in interesting ways has always been fascinating, and it’s something I just adore about the genre. I love the different rules that you have to concoct for time travel; like how in Timecop you can’t touch your past self for some reason, which I like to think of as “Chekov’s Ron Silver” (also in that film: Young Ron Silver is cut on the face, instantly making a scar appear on Old Ron Silver). Or the way in Transformers there could only be a certain amount of matter occupying the timeline so if you went into the past, due to “mass displacement” someone was shunted into a limbo dimension temporarily. And, of course, there are tons not on this list; books (This is How You Lose the Time War!) and comics (Days of Future Past!) and films (Looper!) and games (Day of the Tentacle!) that I just could not find room for. So many really cool ideas explored via the medium of time travel.

Not much more to say, really, other than let’s have at it. And as Einstein rather melancholically intones in the intro to the sublime alternate-timeline adventure Red Alert, “sooner or later, time will tell”.

The Terminator (1984) and Terminator 2: Judgement Day (1991): I feel like these are the big guns of time travel, with their dystopic future, characters with a glorious destiny, high-tech robos, and an intriguing mix of the preordained and “no fate”. If you’re feeling shallow, the notion of a killer cyber-skeleton from the future with its skin suit coming back in time is a cool hook; but the unpicking of what we can change about our destiny versus what’s already “happened” is intriguing, because obviously if they change the future in T2 then there’d be no Terminator to get sent back, so no Reese, so no John, etc. These first two films are both masterpieces in their own right and classics of the genre.

Doctor Who (from 1963): this feels a little rote, oddly enough, because it’s an entire sixty-year-old show where one of the main hooks is they’re in a different time every week. But let’s be honest, that’s a hell of a hook. And there are some terrific ways in which they play with the ramifications of that; I could wax lyrical about Time Wars and fixed points and stuff like that bit in The Day of the Doctor when the “youngest” version of the Doctor starts a program running in his screwdriver so the “oldest” one can use the finished program, but I’m just gonna link to this fantastic explanation of the Bootstrap Paradox. God, I love this show.

The Transformers comics (from 1984): right, this one’s a bit of a cheat, because the comics have been going forty years and across (at least) four big publishers, but by Christ this was a biggie. Simon Furman’s Target: 2006 and its aftermath (literally ending in something called Time Wars) brought a character from the future into the present day and really introduced Little Me to the ways in which you could mess with time and space in a story. It’s phenomenal and I doubt there’s a British Transformers fan in their forties who wasn’t massively influenced by this story. Flash forward three decades, and James Roberts does something similar but very different in his Elegant Chaos arc, which sends the main characters back in time and not only seeds the future stories in interesting ways (this thing you thought was a thing was actually one of our guys from the future!) but ends up creating the entire Transformers multiverse and setting up the series Big Bads from the “Functionist Universe”. Phenomenal.

Back to the Future (1985-1990): the other biggie from my childhood. The first film is still a masterpiece in scriptwriting, but the properly wobbly time stuff happens in the other two films (especially part II). Tricks such as the vanishing photo are great representations of the perils of time travel and a fantastic piece of narrative sleight-of-hand, and we get great gags like “your kids are gonna love it”; but as well as offering a wild and exciting vision of the future, Part II has the barnstorming notion of integrating the characters into the events of the previous film. It’s just ingenious, hilarious, and a technical spectacle. Then the next film is a Western, which rocks.

The Time Traveler’s Wife (2003): a passionate, earnest, heartfelt, tragic love story that feels incredibly real and true – but is also a trippy time travel thing. A bloke is randomly pulled through time, keeps meeting the same woman at different points in their history, and they fall in love. Has some great notions as their lives slide in and out of sync: she meets him when she’s a child but he’s already married to her in the future; he meets her when he’s a student but he’s been present in her life for years at that point. Beautiful and profound, one of my favourite love stories. Also has a bit where, as a teenager, he shags himself.

Bill & Ted (1989-2020): full disclosure, I’ve not seen the latest one yet, but the first two have some terrific uses of time travel. Even the very notion of using a time machine to visit different periods in order to pass a history test is inspired lunacy; as is the concept of these two arseholes needing to be saved because they’re the ones who’ll eventually save the world. But the bit where they deus ex machina themselves out of a predicament by basically saying “when all this is over we’ll go back in time and leave a key here under this rock” is genius.

12 Monkeys (1995): another one where there’s a really cool, dark, sumptuously-designed dystopic future that we’re trying to avoid. This excels in being trippy, though, as poor old Bruce Willis doesn’t know down from up as he’s pulled back and forth in time, using piecemeal clues to search for a cure to a plague that destroyed the world. The slowly-emerging truth about what’s happening, and the gut-punch rug-pull ending, are darkly phenomenal, but despite it all it seems to end with just a sliver of hope.

Avengers: Endgame (2019): ah yes. Of course. Here we are. But there are two big reasons why I love this film and its use of time travel. One is the almost Back to the Future way it revisits scenes from previous films. The other is its depiction of time as a solid thing; you can’t change the future by changing the past, you just create other branches of time. This allows them to dick about in the past with impunity, bringing forward the older, eviller versions of characters. And, of course, it has the courage of its convictions to stick with the wild decisions it makes.

Star Trek (from 1966): like Transformers, another series filled with different depictions of time travel. I love the fact that in the future, time travel is relatively commonplace – people know it happens and different ways to accomplish it – but still rare and kinda exciting. Really, though, I want to talk about two films: The Voyage Home and First Contact. Both see our established crews journey to the past, but other than that they’re quite different. There’s a lot of great comedy in Voyage with our heroes navigating the “present day” of 1986; Contact is still set in a future but really uses time travel to examine things about the Federation and our characters. And, let’s face it, the scores of other films and episodes make time travel a fundamental part of Trek.

The Return of Bruce Wayne (2010): just pipping other great time travel epics to the post, we have this brilliant story about Bruce Wayne Quantum Leaping his way through history (and that was another show that only just missed the cut). The notion of Batman being a caveman or a pirate or a cowboy is interesting in and of itself; but the way Grant Morrison seeds in the future history of the character, or grapples with wacky metaphysical concepts, is incredibly entertaining.

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[tinylittlehand]

Hello there! This page is made specially for you, whoever stumbled upon my page to know about me better (well, you've clicked the link after all).

I go by the name Tabitha Brune and you can call me Bitha or Bitty to make it short, or to make it sounds cute? Hihi. I'm an INFJ, not too fond with astrology but I'm a Capricorn and I'm on my legal age. You can address me with feminine pronouns. A little trivia, I do roleplay and you can check my accounts here.

Here, I'll give you some of my likings and here are the lists: I really like animals, especially cat (I own four), dog, guinea pig, hippo, and the one that has been a lot of talking around the internet, masbro aka capybara! If you happen to see funny tweet about animals, any kind of animals, I'd be really glad if you share it with me! <3

As for music, I enjoy listening to R&B, Hip-hop, and Pop! My favorite musicians are Griff, Golden, Colde, youra, Dept, Woo, pH-1, Code Kunst, DPR, RAN, Day6, Red Velvet, aespa, NCT, The Weeknd, and the list still goes on if you still wanna read about it.

I also really, really like watching. I enjoy any genre and I follow MCU. But for horror, I'd like to think twice first hehe. My Top 3 goes to Trolls (the animation one!), The Grand Budapest Hotel, and Hacksaw Ridge. And for over a year, I've been wasting my time watching some sitcoms because it just right to watch something funny and light while you're eating. I've finished Modern Family, How I Met Your Mother & Father, FRIENDS, New Girl, Brooklyn Nine-Nine, and currently watching Superstore! Any other enjoyer out there? Let's talk with me or make a session to re-watch it together. You know, I'll always have time for you if it's for watching. ;)

Before you follow,

please note that I'll tweet a lot of things about my likings that I've mentioned above and at times, I could be a little slow at replying messages but if you need me fast, just say my name three times and I'll come right away!

Lastly, please do not follow if you like to engage in unnecessary drama, spreading hatred and judging people. I want to make my account safe for everyone, especially myself. Other than that, I welcome you and let's be friend!

Regards,

Tabitha

[frankchurchillsaysrelax]

I posted 3,183 times in 2022

That's 504 more posts than 2021!

387 posts created (12%)

2,796 posts reblogged (88%)

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I tagged 3,070 of my posts in 2022

Only 4% of my posts had no tags

#bridgerton - 304 posts

#stranger things - 299 posts

#it me - 148 posts

#wheeze - 138 posts

#euphoria - 117 posts

#mcu - 104 posts

#polin - 100 posts

#steve harrington - 77 posts

#roswell new mexico - 76 posts

#kathony - 72 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#but i like to imagine the look on the ton’s face when they are promenading and see colin ‘most charming man in ton’ bridgerton stroll up in

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

PIXAR. IS. NOT. DISNEY.

to all of those parents saying that disney has betrayed them by making such an inappropriate movie, disney animation studios did not create this film. pixar notoriously puts out films that are not just for kids. adults have been loving their work for years and pixar knows this. now, there is nothing wrong or inappropriate about the subject matter of turning red, but it’s also not targeted toward four year olds who are going to demand merch so they can storm disney world dressed as their favorite character. pixar movies are often coming of age stories and turning red is one of their most authentic ones. some parents are less focused on the subject matter and are angry about the depiction of a child daring to defy their parents. to them i say: one, you clearly don’t remember your own childhood accurately and two, what pixar movies have you been watching all these years?? nemo defied his father and wound up being kidnapped for it. remi defied his father and became a world famous chef. russell defied his elder and wound up being integral to carl’s survival. merida defied her mother and in doing so changed her kingdom for the better. riley stole her mom’s credit card, miguel lied to his entire family, luca snuck up to the surface, and there are probably other examples i’m forgetting. pixar has been doing this for years and if you have a problem with turning red then you have a problem with pixar not disney. you also have a problem with reality but i can tell you to avoid pixar films in the future easier than unpacking all of that right now.

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#4

i cannot. sirs please.

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#3

this just in: queen not actually dead. all an elaborate ruse for ultimate british empire expansion. more at 11:00.

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#2

people out here talking about lexi not being subtle but i’m sorry my boy basically put out a billboard saying he wants to have lexi howard’s babies.

fez: i want to live that little house on the prairie life

lexi: i want three kids.

fez: well they had three kids on little house y’know…

like please baby, at least buy her dinner first!

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My #1 post of 2022

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I’m gonna change the course of history. SHANG-CHI AND THE LEGEND OF THE TEN RINGS 2021 | dir. Destin Daniel Cretton

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[randomshyperson]

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

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

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

Words: 7.935 K

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

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

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Love is Outside the Screen - Part III

Northern Ireland, two years ago.

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

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

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

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

You were exhausted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes." She whispers, making you smile.

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

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

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

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

//-//

Present, California.

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

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

You loved her so much.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

//-//-//

London, 1 year and 9 months ago.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

At least with this you can talk about Elizabeth.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*Sara evil agent* sent you an attachment.

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

You call Sara the same minute.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I just hope people like the ending."

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

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

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

California, three years and eleven months ago.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lizzie holds her breath.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

//-//

California, one year and nine months ago.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You shook your head slightly.

"Babe, what is happ..."

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

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

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

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

"Lizzie, what..."

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

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

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

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

"No."

"Lizzie."

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

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

"I saw the pictures..."

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

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

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

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

Lizzie sighed, clearly tired but shaking her head in denial

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

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

"Oh, yeah?"

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

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

"But..."

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

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

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

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

"Aren't you thirsty?"

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

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

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

Your cell phone vibrated as you walked up the stairs.

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

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

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

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

//-//-//

Caribbean, one year and six months ago.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Marry me?"

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

"What?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

All you were seeing was your future wife.

//-//-//-//

California, 1 year and 9 months ago.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What's happening, Elizabeth?"

"It 's nothing."

"Elizabeth."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Only if you want to."

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

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

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

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

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

Kissing shouldn't feel this good.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Fuck, Lizzie."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You certainly wouldn't object to that.

//-//-//

Atlanta, three years ago.

You hesitated at the entrance to the restaurant.

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

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

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

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

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

"Everything okay?" She asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

//-//-//-//

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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[charlykingbishop]

Your Birthday with Kate Bishop

Brief Description: It’s your (r) 24th birthday, and your GF KB wants it to be special. A little romantic ficlet in an alternate universe where you live in new york and kate’s your gf.

Warning: smutty towards the end. You’ve been warned!! No minors pleaseeeeee. cigarette smoking, cursing, mentions of violence

A/N: I’m in love with Kate and had to express it. I’m not a huge MCU fan(yet), so please forgive me if something doesn’t seems wacky and non-canon. This is just some smutty/fluffy love dovey stuff. :)

A/N 2: If this gets a decent response, I may write up more of a backstory/plot to the reader-Kate story. Could be a multi-chapter romance fic in the works. Time will tell!

A/N 3: I highly recommend listening to the songs I mention while reading. For fun :) And, if you haven’t been to New York, some of the spots are a quick google image search away.

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You woke up gently, the heat of the sun warming your skin first. It was a hot morning in July. A few car honks are heard in the distance. And it happened to be your 24th birthday. 

You dozed back to sleep, and a half hour later, the smell of espresso drifting to your nostrils, you stir in bed. You browse your phone, replying to the deluge of "happy birthday!" texts and memes.

"There she is", Kate Bishop says, wearing an athletic tank top and sweats, hair tied up in a bun. A bit of her eye makeup smudged beneath her eyes. A coffee in hand. 

"Good morning" you smile, feigning exhaustion, rolling down into the sheets. 

She puts the coffee down on the side table fand climbs on top of the bed and over you, your weak arms no match for her toned ones. She kisses your forehead and cheeks, quickly.

"Happy birthday, baby", she says in the shell of your ear, sending shivers down your spine. You try to push her off, self conscious for having not brushed your teeth yet. 

"Thank you and get off me, I'm gross right now" you protest and she wrestles you down. 

"You know I don't care" and she kisses you squarely on the mouth. But, knowing your anxiety could get the best of you, she respects your space and lets you stand up.

You stand up and stretch, a bit dizzy from the kiss and standing up too fast, you’re not exactly sure which one at this point. Of course, she catches you, and dips you down as if you were dancing.

"Careful, we got a big day ahead of us. Surprise in the kitchen once you're ready". she gives you a peck on the cheek and skips out of the room.

You smile and head to the bathroom to get ready. 

You head to the living room and are immediately greeted by a room full of happy birthday balloons, purple, black, and white. Some were floating up to the ceiling and the rest were scattered all over the ground.

"Katie...what's all this?!" You shake your head, dazzled by your sweetheart of a girlfriend. 

"So it turns out blowing up balloons is way harder than it appears. I ran out of helium so the ones on the ground are all from right here, baby! Straight from the heart..er..straight from the lungs. OK, that's weird to say. Straight from the chest" She bangs on her chest. "Ow"

"You're such a dork"

"That I am. Okay come here, I made you something"

She covers your eyes with her hands and walks you over to the kitchen table.

"Don't peek"

You open your eyes and its a breakfast platter. Complete with pancakes, muffins, a fruit plate, a parfait, and, your favorite, two eggs with a strip of bacon in a smiley, and a cut up orange with some freshly squeezed orange juice. 

Kate grabs an orange, puts it in her mouth and smiles. 

"Cheeseeee" she says, the orange slice covering her teeth. How this dork saved the city multiple times was beyond you. 

"Babe you're clinically insane. I can't believe you did this. How early did you get up?" It was only 8 am, and this must have taken her at least a few hours. 

"It didn't take long at all!"

"Kate." you give her an unconvinced look. 

"I got up....an hour ago?" she says, knowing you didn't believe it. 

You lift an eyebrow and smirk.

"Okay, three hours ago. But that's not the point!" She pulls you into her lap to sit by the table. "It's my baby's birthday....of course I went all out. Eat up!"

She watches you, eyes wide and face full of anticipation before your first bite of the pancakes and muffins she made from scratch, as evidenced by the flour on her forehead and mess of a kitchen.

“Do you want some?” you ask, mouth full.

“I’ve only got one fork”

“Kate, what the fuck?”

“I’m one person!”

"I'm one human. You can't expect me to eat all this by myself" you say between bites. 

"No no, But I just want to see your reactions! Is it good??"

You roll your eyes and continue to eat.

"Uh huh. You want a bite?"

You cut a piece of the pancake and bring the fork to her mouth.

"Okay wow, turns out I'm not just a badass archer but ALSO a great cook. You bagged a baddie."

"I'm well aware"

You continue like this, feeding each other while you sit on her lap. Local news is on in the background and you eat, you feeding Kate a grape every so often without turning away from the screen. 

"A woman was attacked in the subway early this morning while returning home from work. The 32 year old Bronx resident was found..."

Current events of the world were always disheartening. You look at Kate, her expression somber. This was one of the things you loved most about your hero. She cared deeply about everyone, everything she did. She wanted to do whatever she could to help people.

**Two years ago**

You were working in a small, west village café to pay your way through undergraduate. Studying in Manhattan was no easy task if you don't take money from your parents. One cold evening, a disheveled black haired girl wearing a grey check overcoat came into the store around closing time. 

"Hey.  I live right down the street, I'm here all the time, I have a punch card and everything" she says, breathless.

"I-" you stutter.

"Listen I have to leave this bag here for a minute. I swear I'll be back in 5 minutes, just finishing something up" Kate says, halfway out the door

"We're clo-" you start and are interrupted

"THANK YOU! I'll be right back"

You stand there confused, an expensive Mr. Porter Nylon Duffle Bag next to you with the initial's K. Bishop embroidered in purple on the side. Clearly, this Bishop girl came from wealth and didn't give a rat's ass if this bag was stolen. She had no reason to trust you, and you could have easily pawned just this bag for a grand, let alone whatever was inside. The thought crosses your mind, but you were honestly too chicken to follow through. Kate. What a weirdo.

She returns, two hours after closing. And thanks you profusely for your help. You don't ask too many questions, but she asks if she can buy you dinner to pay you back. You later find out it was just a bag of her arrows and archery gear, which she left to go fight some enemies with Clint. The rest was history.

**Present** 

You continue to watch Kate, watching the TV transfixed.  

"A disastrous fire takes the life of a young family of four"

"Family freezes to death in winter storm"

"Gregory H. Watts, CEO of premier venture capital firm GW Ventures indicted in money laundering scheme"

She sighs against your shoulder. 

"Hey, stay with me, we can change the channel" you tuck one of her long locks which broke free from her bun behind her ear and change the channel to Bravo to watch some housewives re-run.

"I just feel like no matter what we do...people are just going to keep getting hurt. Whether I'm there or not, whether there's a cause or not. I can't...Clint can't...The avengers can't stop all of it." 

You kneel on the ground next to her. 

"Kate. I know you're a hero, but you're also a person. We're still so young. And you've done so much good for the world already. You've saved lives. How many twenty-four year olds can say that? I certainly can’t"

She smiles lightly but you see her eyes glistening. 

"I don't want to sound like a nihilist, but as long as people are people..there's always going to be darkness in the world. All we have to do is hope, slowly but surely, we can balance it out by the best we can. And not lose ourselves in the process." You hold both of her hands and kiss the knuckle of her index finger. 

"Not to mention, you're literally the new Hawkeye. You're setting a good example for so many young people." Another kiss on her palm. "You inspire everyone. You inspire me." You gaze at her, hoping she feels the truth in what you're saying. 

Kate smiles through her tears, clearly cheered up. "I'm everyone's Hawkeye. I'm your Kate". she says softly and pulls you back into her lap.

"You're my baby girl" you say to her and she nuzzles into your shoulder. 

Kate exhales and you keep eating, the mood back to lighthearted in no time. 

"Okay. I have SO much more planed for today it's not even funny how late we are" the brunette states, standing up.

You smile and get ready with Kate. You were much shorter than her, so you couldn't wear all of her clothes but some key pieces were in your heavy rotation including an oversized jean jacket and her aviators. 

You wear a tank top with push-up bra, an a-line skirt and stan smiths.  You'd been working out a lot in anticipation of the summer. You stand in front of the mirror adding some jewelry and light mascara. Kate comes up behind you at the mirror, pressing herself to your toned bum, kissing your neck, and grabbing your right boob.

"You tease"

"I thought you said we were late..." you say, teasing her

"We are. But you look so good like this. You're torturing me" she says, smelling your hair and grinding against you.

You loved that by dating Kate, you knew what turned her on. Gold hoops. Your hair up. Nail polish. Tight skirts. Your visible cleavage and your décolletage. Perfume at the nape of your neck. Rings. She wouldn't say it, but Kate liked to fuck girly girls. Everything was on today and you smirked, proud of your work. 

You knew how sexual she was. And boy, she had an incredibly high sex drive. Two years in and the girl was still horny all the time. Oftentimes when you'd be away only for a few days, you'd find her masturbating to photos of you and her.

 For her last birthday, you essentially did not leave the bed. Well, the metaphorical bed. You did fuck in a pool, on the kitchen table, on the floor, and basically any other surface you could find. She was an expressive, vulnerable, lover. Completely uninhibited when she came. You loved her vulnerable like that. You loved feeling sexy and desired. 

You turn around and kiss her. You make out for a few seconds, you see a flush developing along her neck. And then she stops you, your own center throbbing in anticipation. 

"But you're right."  She exhales deeply, trying to slow her pulse rate. "As much as I want to fuck you. Patience is a virtue baby. We are late." she smiles mischievously, and you place your tongue in your cheek and raise your eyebrows, genuinely shocked that Kate could stop herself. 

You grab her denim jacket, which smelled like her perfume Moro Dabron, and you two were out the door.

The first stop on the birthday day was SoHo. Kate checked her phone notes

"Okay, we're going to make up for lost time now. Here we are"

You hated to admit it, but you loved fancy clothes. You could be vain when you wanted to be. Kate always had money and designer things were nothing new to her. Her gifts to you were luxurious, although you got the sense she didn't even look at price tags when buying things. In fact, on your first date, she wore gucci loafers, and designer ripped jeans. You’re sure her outfit cost as much as your rent. 

To you, though, these were unattainable luxuries. You developed your taste slowly, over time, coveting pieces of your bosses and richer coworkers. You would never imagine buying any of these things. But-- it was fun to try things on. As a Bishop, Kate easily got private dressing rooms.

"I picked these out for you" Kate comes back to the dressing room with a pile of clothes. A leather skirt, a strapless plum dress, a denim skirt, a white suit. She brought some clothes for herself as well, and she dressed more androgynous than you did. You try on the dress, carefully noting her eyeing you as you put it on. Horndog. 

"How do I look?" she says, hands displaying her denim shirt. She looked like a cowboy and you laugh.

"Like a million dollars." and she smiles, straightening her posture with pride. You knew she liked feeling strong. Clothes were power.

"With the smile though?? Phew" you puff your cheeks and exhale. "A billion. Probably what that costs."

"Yeah? Think I should get it?"

"Whatever you like babe"

"No- whatever YOU like. Pick something and it's yours" She says nonchalantly. still fixing the buttons on her sleeve.

"Very funny, Kate"

"No, I'm serious. C'mon it your birthday. Please let me get you something"

You hesitate. You'd never want Kate to think you're with her for her money. She was so much more than that. You love Kate for Kate, not for the Bishop or Hawkeye name.

"I really don't want anything. I just wanna be with you today"

"And I really wanna bend you over in this dress" she says, hands fully roaming across the front of the dress. 

"Something tells me you had ulterior motives with this dress choice"

"Can neither confirm nor deny"

The archer pouts and gives you a kiss in the dressing room. It's surrounded by mirrors and jokingly she looks up, hands still on your ass. 

"Wow, wouldn't this be a great place to record our sex tape?" 

You audibly laugh out loud and punch her in the shoulder. She bought the dress anyway.

You CitiBike up to the next place in no time: Central Park. 

"You've really never done this before?" you say, shocked that a New Yorker could go this long without taking a row boat ride on “the Lake”. It was a high school dating rite of passage. 

"I was saving it for someone special" Kate says sheepishly, the first shy thing she's said all day. 

"Did you bring some wine? Cause that was way too cheesy"

She sticks her tongue out at you. But, also a small flask from her napsack. 

"In fact, dear girlfriend of mine, I did pack some.....Rosé all day babyyyy" she exclaims, and a few tourists on the sidelines turn their heads

"Pipe down Bishop. You're gonna get us kicked off these boats" you plead

"'Rosé all day babyyy'" she repeats, almost whispering. 

You take a swig, the wine a refreshing respite from the sweltering day.  You pass it to her and she takes one, and starts rowing. You pick up an oar. 

"Nope. Not happening. Put it down. This is the benefit of an archer girlfriend. Plus, you weigh like, 12 pounds. Relax and enjoy"

You smile and lean back, letting Kate have her moment. She plays a song on her phone called "All I want" by Anna of the North.

All I want, is your love and emotion All I want, is your warmth and devotion

Her muscle tee revealed her strong, sculpted shoulders. You two row along the lake, lackadaisically enjoying the slow summer day. You stare at her, buzzing. You can tell she feels you staring at her though she's looking away. 

"What?" she says, blushing. She worked up a little sweat from rowing in the hot sun. 

"I would do anything in the world with you...but this might be my favorite" you say out loud, the wine heady and affecting you. You must have been dehydrated. The raft is paused, and you two look at each other from opposite sides of the boat.

"Mine too" She states.  A beat passes. "Well, actually, not my favorite favorite, but a close second" she says, grinning.

You roll your eyes. Your girlfriend was an insane goof. 

A couple of hours later, you're holding hands outside Big Gay Ice Cream in the west village. You opted for a cone of their rocky road and she got the Dorothy.

Her phone rings. Clint Barton. 

"Gah I thought I put this on do not disturb, what the hell. Give me a sec babe" and Kate hands you her cone and licks her thumb where some ice cream dripped. 

"You better be dying Clint, you know it's my girlfriend's birthday" she smiles at you. 

You look down while she replies and have a bite of her ice cream. Something you realized would have been utterly gross with anyone else but was intimate with someone you love.  You stare into the west village streets, content you can hold your girlfriend's hand in peace. 

"Wait wait WAIT. back up, hold on. You're talking too fast" she plugs her ear with her finger. She mouths "one sec" and turns away from the noisy street. You kick your sneakers against the pavement, double fisting and catching any drips from both cones. 

Her phone conversation continues. You hear bits and pieces of the call, and it didn't sound good. 

"But how..."

"When did they- "

A minute or so passes. Kate looks much more somber. 

"I'll be there in fifteen minutes." she hangs up. 

"What's wrong?" you state. You were used to this. Kate's line of work was erratic and with organized crime, there's no halting for superhero's girlfriend's birthdays.

"I-- we're not exactly sure. Yelena's been kidnapped. We think it's the tracksuits again. I'm-" she starts choking up a bit. 

"Kate. Go. Please. They need you"

She looks at you, her deep blue doe eyes full of guilt. 

She purses her lip for second and considers staying. Ultimately, she nods and kisses your forehead, jetting off in the opposite direction. As your tears slip, you're so grateful you wore her aviators.  

Luckily, being alone is second nature. Kate was busy, whether she was working for her mom at Bishop Securities or literally saving the world. You entertain yourself for the rest of the afternoon and early evening, 

11:09 PM

You're 4 episodes into watching the new season of The Bachelor, oddly invested. Lucky is lazing on your lap, and you two were having a cozy evening. Sure it wasn't a birthday extravaganza, but you knew it came with the territory.

Besides- despite knowing how inane and staged this show was, you could get into it rather quickly. You let it slide since it's your birthday. 

"What the hell? Jessica of all people? She's so two-faced. isn’t that right, lucky? " He barks and you scratch behind his ear. He just gets it. 

There's a rustling at the door. Instinctively, you grab the knife you keep with you since you've been attacked at home on multiple occasions before. Kate stumbles in and you drop the knife. She's in her hawkeye uniform now. 

"Baby I'm so sorry" she says, and places a few bags in her hand on the counter, along with some flowers and her bow and quiver. 

She approaches you and kisses you deeply, resting her forehead on yours. 

"Don't be sorry. Are you okay? Are you hurt? What happened?" you grab her hands and notice some small wounds, so you kiss them tenderly. 

"It's all okay. We beat them again. Yelena's safe." She breathes. "I'm just so sorry I had to go..I missed your birthday evening. And I had so much planned." she starts rambling, something that happens when she gets panicked. "We were going to go dance and go to dinner and I had this whole romantic night planned and now its ruined" she starts full-on crying. "And now I'm crying and making it worse" she says between sobs.

"Baby, baby. BABY. breathe. Look at me". You angle your face so you're in her eye line. "Everything's okay. I'm safe, you're safe." 

"But our night...your birthday..." a tear trickles down her cheek and you kiss it away, tasting salt and blood from a wound on her face. 

"Were you planning on this being the last one we spend together? Are you planning on dumping me anytime soon?" You're holding her face, smiling and try to get her to laugh.

"No...of course not..." she lightens up. 

" C'mon baby girl. Let's get you cleaned up."

Kate washes up and comes back to the living room, but she's holding your all-time favorite, vanilla cannoli cake from Ferara's with a single candle in the middle.

"Happy birthday to you..Happy birthday to you...Happy birthday dear Y/N...happy birthday to you" she sings. Her voice was beautiful.  "No birthday's complete without a cake"

"Thank you, Katie" You state as she feeds you a bite, and then smears a bit on your lips and nose.

"Oh sorry that was an accident". The archer does it again, but this time there's even more cake. "Oh that too, god I'm just SO clumsy" She states, and licks her fingers knowingly. 

"Let me help you with that" she states, voice husky now. 

You laugh as she kisses you, her lips and tongue tickling you as she gets the frosting off your face and slides her hands under your shirt.

"I'm sorry -- were you not just emotionally distraught and crying a minute ago?!?" you say, hoping the joke lands and doesn't upset her.

"Yeah well" she kisses your neck and palms your breasts over your shirt. "I was in the bathroom washing up and remembered this morning. AND Now I'm horny. Besides" she kisses again "it's your birthday...you know what that means"

She leans over to her phone which is hooked up to the Bluetooth speaker in the room and presses play. Jeremih's Birthday Sex starts blaring out, and you almost roll off the couch laughing. 

She sings along with the words and continues to make out with you, her large hands everywhere at once. Yours are lost in her gorgeous hair. 

It's your birthday, so I know you want to ride out Even if we only go to my house Sip mo-eezy as we sit upon my couch Feels good, but I know you want to cry out

You say you want passion, I think you found it Get ready for action, don't be astounded We switching positions, you feel surrounded Tell me where you want your gift, girl

At that last line, she grinds into you and you feel she's packing. You audibly gasp, realizing she must have put it on after her shower. 

"All for you" she says in your ear. "You've been such a good girl today. Thank you baby". She takes your bottom lip in her mouth, biting down. Your whole body is ablaze and you feel yourself getting wet. She tugs at your tank and its off in a second. Your bra's been off for the whole evening.

"Easy access, I like this" she kisses between your breasts and licks a line up to your pulse point, kissing and sucking until you start to grind your hips into her, desperate for some friction. 

"Let's take this to the bedroom" she states matter-of-factly. She picks you up, bridal style, and places you on the bed. She's put some rose petals on the duvet and has lit two candles. The speakers continue to blare, and Kate's sex playlist has clearly been updated recently. 

"Candles? Daddy's a sap" you tease. You try to remain composed and witty while being incredibly turned on. 

She chuckles, her voice low still.

"Call me daddy again" she says, sliding her pants down to reveal herself. She continues to make out with you and travels down, kissing along your belly and thighs. She exhales over your center, and you need her mouth. You look down and she's smiling, kissing your inner thighs and playing with your pubic hair. "I didn't hear you little girl"

"Daddy..please touch me..." you say, strained

"Since you asked so nicely". she proceeds to eat you out, and it's only a matter of minutes before you're seeing stars.

Not even close to done, she lets you come down from your high and starts to tease your entrance with the strap. You know she's enjoying it, the power play being her favorite dynamic in the bedroom. 

She puts a finger inside you and you reflexively clench. She groans.

"Fuck baby...and I'm the horny one?" She adds another finger. 

"Kate bishop...you better fuck me now" you say, sick on the teasing. 

"With pleasure"

She's so turned on and the restraint in her face is turning you on even more. She enters you, gently at first and then starts to rhythmically fuck you, watching your face for reactions and changing her pace accordingly. She puts you to the side and holds your leg up, your favorite position. She's a giver, pounding you, and she's so focused on making you cum. And you do. again and again. and again. 

Some hours later, Kate rolls over next to you. Her neck, face. and chest are completely flushed. She's sweating and her hair is slick and stuck to her forehead. It's dark in the bedroom, the candle almost out, and she scoots over to lay her head down in your lap.

You sit up, and take a cigarette and lighter out of the side drawer. You take a deep drag and exhale away from Kate. You weren't a smoker, but this was a special occasion. There were certain situations where cigarettes after sex were just warranted. 

You lazily play with Kate's hair, damp with sweat, brushing it out of her hair and massaging her scalp. 

"Baby...I really love...sex" Kate says, half asleep. You can't help but smile at your archer. 

"I know you do." you laugh and kiss her ear. You take another drag.

"Did that feel good? Anything I can do better next time?" Kate says. Your heart flows with tenderness for the girl. She's half asleep, spent from fucking you senseless, asking for constructive feedback. 

"It was amazing. You are amazing " you continue to run your fingers through her hair. 

"I'm sorry I wasn't here for the evening" she says

"Don't be a moron. Every day with you is my birthday. I love you so much "

"I love you too"

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