#yeah i'm a marvel fan

[all-that-jazz-93]

of COURSE you're a marvel fan

This might be the funniest anon hate(?) I've ever received

[wormzandgutz]

I'm a better character designer than the entirety of the overwatch team /joke

[bloodbatty]

just saw it

[terresdebrume]

There's this thing that authors do sometimes with action sequences where it seems like they forget the action so they can spend time in the characters' head instead

(or maybe they use that as a way to avoid writing the action-y sequence idk)

So it's like. The revolution is here, the characters have supposedly been planning for it for weeks or months or years and the actual resolution of that is like. 10 paragraphs on why the revolution is worth it followed by: "they execute the plan". And then ten more paragraphs about how the characters feel about executing the plan. And then maybe a long description about how things aren't perfect and how the characters feel about that

And like. I know we all like being in the characters' heads and we wish action movies had a little bit more introspection but I feel like this is the opposite extreme, and every time it happens it literally doesn't matter whose head we're in, I just want it to end

[diamantdog]

hollywood needs to adopt the c-drama marketing style where they release specially curated behind-the-scene content once they finish filming. i'm so tired of this gatekeeping lol.

[stardrawsrmblogs]

Sorry not sorry but as a girly girl stan, these three franchise are my shonen don't ask lol 😆

[leapingthroughworlds]

it's 2am rn but i'm wide awake and super excited so it's still valid i think. soo

happy new year!!!

[revolutionsingingintherainnn]

can I request ‘accidentally calling the other wife/husband’ for lando please 🥹

girlfriend? wife? ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩

Prompt: 63. accidentally calling the other wife/husband

𓆉 ln x reader 𐙚

𓆉 fluff 𐙚

masterlist ☾☼

1. ˚. ✦.˳·˖✶ ⋆.✧˚.

just as the car reached the hotel, lando immediately held your hand. there were crowds of people on both sides, restricted by a barricade.

"you know what to do, right?" he asked you, softly.

"yes, lovie. we've done this hundreds of times before," you replied, unable to keep the smile hidden.

"i know, i know. i just worry. ever since my tiktok started showing me all those videos of celebrities getting attacked, i've been paranoid,"

"i'm aware. you forget, though, that you're the celebrity,"

lando tsked, "half the time, these people talk to me about you. the only reason they're fans of me is because of you,"

you laughed, and lando opened the door, stepping out. you followed. immediately, you walked inside the hotel with your head down, and watched lando from inside the safety of the hotel.

lando was taking his time and signing whatever was getting shoved in his face, smiling and interacting with a few of the fans as well. he took selfies, marvelled at the nail art that some of them had done, had brief discussions about tattoo designs for the fan. he loved it.

somewhere between the cheers of the fans, lando looked at the hotel entrance, searching for you. when he couldn't see you, he pouted, whispering to himself, "where's my wifey?"

the fans nearby heard him, and began cheering louder. lando's eyes widened as he realised his mistake.

well, fuck.

2. ˚. ✦.˳·˖✶ ⋆.✧˚.

they had another mini break after singapore. the team were all gathered at the mtc, just reviewing the past few races, and discussing what they were planning for the upcoming races.

zak and andrea had given speeches, as were expected, and then oscar and lando were called on stage as well.

oscar gave his speech first, though, it was just him thanking the team, andrea, zak, and lando, and how he was grateful for all their help in hungary and baku especially.

then, it was lando's turn.

"i think, oscar summed it up pretty well, actually. nothing left for me to say."

people laughed.

"um, yeah, no, i'm really thankful for all the hardwork that every person in this room has done. i mean, like oscar said, it wouldn't have been possible with any of y'all. our wins are yours, because really, we just go out and drive. everything else is all you," he said, gesturing to the room full of people.

"and, while i am so happy to be able to work with all of you, i really need to give special mentions to andrea, zak, oscar, jon, my mechanics, my wife-"

the crowd burst out in teasing "ooohs" and lando slapped a hand over his eyes as he laughed.

"we're not married yet. i keep doing that. we're not married yet. besides, when we get married, i'd call all of you. most of you. some. no, all." lando broke off again, as the crowd laughed.

he turned towards his girlfriend, and said, "babe, i've made a commitment now. we gotta have a huge wedding,"

everyone laughed again, including you.

"i'm gonna go bankrupt with so many people at the wedding,"

people continued laughing.

"how about this, the reception would be from mclaren?" zak said, wrapping an arm around lando's shoulders as he laughed.

"oh, how nice of you, zak,"

"no! it's gonna be all papaya! i'm not getting married in papaya colours!" you shouted from the side, smiling.

"huh? it's gonna be all papaya? well, babe, we gotta make sacrifices here," lando said.

the laughs of everyone mixed together, and eventually, lando composed himself enough to continue his speech.

3. ˚. ✦.˳·˖✶ ⋆.✧˚.

max was streaming on twitch. he wasn't doing anything in particular, really. he was just there, chatting with the chat, but mostly talking to lando who was sprawled on the bed behind him.

niran was on his way to max's apartment, and max and lando were just patiently waiting for their friend.

max began reading some of the comments in the chat, and responding, when one of them caught his eye.

"who is lando texting so angrily?" max read out loud. he turned and looked at his friend, who was still quickly typing on his phone.

"mate, who are you texting?" max asked, watching lando's concentrated face.

"the wifey," lando mumbled.

immediately, max turned to the chat and said, "he's not married! he's a dumbass who gets words mixed up! they're still only dating!"

"huh?" lando looked up, confused.

"you called her your wife." max explained.

lando groaned, "it keeps happening, i don't even know why,"

"right, cause that makes so much sense. what are you fighting with her about anyway?" he asked.

lando looked at his friend, confused, "we're not fighting,"

"then why do you look so mad?"

"do i? we were just planning our trip next month, and i was focused on that," lando revealed.

"that makes sense. do y'all fight though?"

lando's attention was back at his phone as he began typing again, "no. i do something stupid, she yells at me, i apologise,"

"what if she does something stupid?" max asked.

lando looked up from his phone, and the two best friends stare at each other for a few seconds before they burst out laughing. lando rolled on the bed as he laughed, and max fell off his chair.

the chat buzzed, trying to figure out what was so funny, but max and lando couldn't stop laughing.

"what if she does something stupid? oh, max, that was the funniest shit you've ever said," lando laughed.

"i knew it the moment i said it," max responded through his laughter.

"the only stupid thing she does is me," lando said, calming down a little.

"oh, for fuck's sake, lando!" max yelled at him, making him dissolve into laughter again.

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˚. ✦.˳·˖✶ ⋆.✧˚.

lando was sweating, his cap on his head was hiding the mess that his curls had become. he ran a hand through his face to wipe off the excess sweat as he paid attention to the question.

"so, lando, first pole position of the season in the very first race. how do you feel about that?" the interviewer asked.

"um, i mean, i feel good about it, obviously. seems like a good start, honestly, and the car is working beautifully, so i have no complaints there. it all just comes down to me, really," he said, grabbing his water bottle.

"that's good to here. do you think you'll be able to win tomorrow?"

"that's- uh, that's hard to say. i mean, we've got competition from both ferraris, and then there's max and george, who are also excellent drivers, so its hard to say. our goal for today was a pole, and our goal for tomorrow is a podium, if not a win,"

"right. and, who do we have with you as a support for the first race of the season?" the interviewer took a lighter tone, and lando immediately smiled.

"i've got my family here, a few of my friends who could come down here, and i've got my girlfriend," he responded.

"that's beauti-"

"no, wait. my wife. my girlfriend. no, my wife, my wife. i've been so used to calling her my girlfriend in public and my wife in my head that i keep getting them mixed up," lando laughed, holding his left hand up where his wedding ring glimmered.

"oh yes! you got married at the start of this year!"

"yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. finally married her, and then got her to sign the license. burned it the next day so there's no way she can divorce me now. we're stuck together for life," lando said, making the interviewer laugh.

"it's a beautiful wedding band," the interviewer complimented.

lando put his hand up again, showing the ring to the camera, "right? she picked it. she has amazing taste in stuff like this, i can't even tell you. she's just perfect, man,"

"alright, well, it's nice to see you in such good spirits! crush it tomorrow, yeah?" the interviewer said.

"for her? anything," lando said, scoffing, as if the mere thought of him not doing anything for his wife was just plain stupid.

the interviewer laughed again, as lando walked away.

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honestly, one of my favourite things i've ever written. i hope i've done justice to the prompt, anon! this is my prompt list, so y'all can select a number, give me a driver and i will write it as soon as possible! i also have a google form for a taglist if anyone's interested! you can sent in your requests here :)

taglist: @imlonelydontsendhelp ; @greantii ; @anamiad00msday ; @maketheshadowsfearyou ; @nocturnalherb16 ; @justaf1girl ; @peterholland04

[fangirl-dot-com]

🕸 With Great Power Comes Great Responsibility

Driver: Oscar Piastri Genre: SMAU/Fluff Occupation: Actor

☆ TAG LIST IS CLOSED ☆

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oscarpiastri2013 just hanging around set 🤟😁

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user1 oh my gosh he's such a loser....perfect for peter parker

user13 UHHGGG I WANT TO SEE THE SUIT - ALL WE'VE SEEN IS THE OLD ONE FROM CIVIL WAR 👹

flickthewrist still waiting for him to meet y/n l/n 🥱

user40 who's y/n and why is she important?

flickthewrist she's a formula 1 rookie driving for mclaren (which happens to be Oscar's favorite team) 🤭

user40 hmmmm might have to look into it!

robertdowneyjr you're crushing it kid! 💪

oscarpiastri2013 learned from the best 🥳

user2 YOUR HONOR I LOVE HIM ALREADY

lewishamilton my nephews are already waiting to see the movie

user77 WHAT THE HELL IS A POLAR BEAR DOING IN ARLINGTON TEXAS????

landonorris oohhhh ok I see the appeal y/n81

y/n81 YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO TAG ME WHAT THE HECK DUDE I HATE YOU

maxverstappen1 we were tired of hearing about him from you

y/n81 WHY ARE YOU ALSO HERE??? GO AWAY??? I KNOW WHERE YOU HIDE YOU SNACKS 😀

user33 my worlds are colliding and I'm not ready for it 🧍‍♀️

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y/n81 YES TEAM, P-WAAANNN BABY - THIS IS EVERYTHING I'VE BEEN DREAMING OF AND YOU'VE MADE IT POSSIBLE! I'M NOW ADDICTED TO THE TOP STEP 🧡

SUCK IT LANDO 🫵😌

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user3 I'm definitely NAWT crying like I actually know her in person but I'm so proud!

user91 PAPAYA 1-2 FINISH OH I USED TO PRAY FOR TIMES LIKE THIS!! 🙏

landonorris ...suck it....lando?? 👁👄👁

y/n81 YES SUCK IT

landonorris charles_leclerc pls come get your gremlin - I don't want her as a teammate anymore 🧍‍♀️

charles_leclerc I fear she became your problem back in march, I'm keeping my peace

landonorris is that code word for sucking max's d-

y/n81 HEY NOW LET'S NOT IN MY WINNING POST

charles_leclerc norris you better watch your back next race 😀

landonorris I feel threatened and I don't like it

user45 so underserved - if you can't win without your teammate being told to swap positions then you don't deserve it

user82 kindly shut up 😚

oscarpiastri2013 👏 amazing race!

y/n81 THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU (I'm totally normal about this)

maxverstappen1 did she just scream from her motor home??

landonorris yep. get the ear plugs ready.

user57 this is just the beginning of l/n domination - it could bore the fans

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oscarpiastri2013 I am so very thankful to have been invited to the McLaren garage to witness another spectacular win from Y/n!

(also thank you to the nice worker who lent me a team polo after spilling coffee down my shirt 😁)

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user47 SOMEONE PINCH ME I'M DREAMING

user91 is the movie done filming?? he seems like he's had a lot of time on his hands??

flickthewrist filming ends in a couple of months and then there will be the premier!

user91 thank you!

y/n81 I'm beginning to think you might be lucky

landonorris you seem quite tame?

maxverstappen1 oh she's not. she's about to hyperventilate and Charles is freaking out

charles_leclerc SOMEONE TELL HER TO BREATHE?? HER FACE IS THE SAME COLOR AS THE SPIDER-MAN SUIT!!!!!

oscarpiastri2013 I will have to 🕸stick🕸 around then!

y/n81 AHAHAHAHA STICK THAT'S SO FUNNY YOU'RE SO COOL

charles_leclerc yeah she just fell out of her chair 🧍‍♀️

chrisevans kid you need to get back to set

robertdowneyjr evans here decided to set fire to the microwave

oscarpiastri2013 fine 🙄

user22 is anyone else ever confused as to WHAT THE HECK IS GOING ON IN THE COMMENTS??

lewishamilton I've just decided to roll with it ☕️

user72 finally, a race that showed off y/n's talents! no team orders this time!!

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maxverstappen1 didn't know air-max was part-time baby sitting that includes nap time

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user38 this is actually hilarious

user4 this just shows that lando can indeed fall asleep anywhere :D

user88 ARE WE JUST GOING TO IGNORE THAT Y/N IS LITERALLY SLEEPING ON SOMEONE??

charles_leclerc they're going to be so pissed when they wake up

maxverstappen1 they sleep on my plane, I get black mail 😈

danielricciardo I fear for my life

maxverstappen1 you should ☺️

robertdowneyjr pls bring the kid back in one piece?? Jon will kill me if he's not

maxverstappen1 👍

user79 DOES THIS MEAN OSCAR IS ON AIRMAX?? IS HE SLEEPING?? IS HE THE ONE BENEATH Y/N?? ANSWERS PEOPLE I NEED ANSWERS

mclaren just a pair of sleepy teammates 🧡

maxverstappen1 the bill is $1,203,206 for daycare

mclaren I'm just the admin 🧍‍♀️

user37 ok but Oscar and y/n together would be so cute!!

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f1wags so after some recent (very recent) activity between y/n and Oscar, I felt like he needed a little introduction IF he's going to be the newest wag to the paddock!

oscar jack piastri is an australian actor now most known for his role as Peter Parker in the MCU. he made his debut two years ago in Captain America Civil War and now fans are debating if he's the best spiderman yet! the perfect mix of boy-next-door Peter with a sarcastic side behind the iconic mask! Spiderman Homecoming is set to release in theaters January 5, 2025 (two years after the announcement of the movie).

His other roles include The Impossible, In the Heart of the Sea, and The Lost City of Z.

His interests outside of Formula 1 include cricket and chess.

Although there hasn't been an official announcement from either Y/n or Oscar, their friendship so far has been fun to see. Oscar would be Y/n's first boyfriend (as she has previously stated that she has had no time to date due to trying to work toward a full-time Formula 1 seat).

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f1gossipgirl I am INVETSTED IN THEIR RELATIONSHIP

user2 what is max doing in the likes???

maxverstappen1 shhhhh I'm on a secret mission 🕵️

charles_leclerc it's not a very good secret mission SINCE YOU COMMENTED ABOUT IT

landonorris someone free me from these two I BEG

user84 y/n has also been a fan of Oscar's since The Impossible :)

user8 awwww first boyfriend 🥹 Oscar better not hurt her in anyway or there will be blood

oscarpiastri2013 .....dully noted 🧍‍♀️

user92 I need y/n to be invited to the premier!!!

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y/n81 my spider-boy 🕷❤️

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user30 I KNEW IT I KNEW IT I KNEW IT AHAHAHAHA

user92 I'm glad they just decided to hard-launch after max soft-launched for them

charles_leclerc YES FERRARI RED 👏 SO PROUD

landonorris this is betrayal at it's finest - you WILL be hearing from my lawyers

y/n81 I'm surprised you know what that word is

landonorris ya know what? I'm glad that osco has taken you off my hands

user94 LANDO ALREADY HAS A NICKNAME FOR OSCAR I'M DYING

user84 y/n is SLAYING IN THE SPIDER-MAN RED

charles_leclerc *ferrari red 😌

oscarpiastri2013 my spider-girl 🥺

y/n81 I'm glad you didn't pass out while we tried to do the kiss

oscarpiastri2013 it's not like I hang upside down for a living or anything :)

maxverstappen1 you're welcome for that picture by the way. I still want compensation 🙄

oscarpiastri2013 you can be in the next film?

maxverstappen1 done.

charles_leclerc I WANNA BE IN THE NEXT FILM?? LOOK AT THIS FACE - IT DESERVES TO BE ON THE BIG SCREEN - MAX TELL THEM

landonorris please, for everything that is good and holy on this planet, GO AWAY

user33 I'm still confused as to what is GOING ON

lewishamilton just sit back and sip

user81 THEY DID THE KISS

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hi! i was wondering if i could order pull-apart bread, sweet pastry and hot cross buns, with a side of cider and chocolate milk, for sub!max verstappen? nobody really writes anything about the reader body worshiping him and his softer body, which would be nice to reassure him about. id love to hold his love handles 🥹

thank you so much in advance if you’re up for doing this! 💙

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submissions to the bakery are open! i'm accepting them all the time, even if they take a little while to get uploaded, i am constantly working on 'em! so thank you! and for this anon! hello!!! this is amazing, what the hell! i feel the same way, folks don't really write about it in fan fics (i've seen posts wax poetically about it though). so yes, this was awesome to write! thank you <333

pull-apart bread ("i love you") + sweet pastry ("i'll make it all better.") + hot cross buns ("don't hide your face from me. i'd hate to have to tie you up.") + cider (body worship) + chocolate milk (tenderness) served by max verstappen (formula one)!!

cw: smut/pwp, sub!max, body worship, tender sex, cowgirl position, bondage, praise kink, dom!reader, insecurities, love & intimacy

it wasn't that you were going to fight people online over your boyfriend. it was a pointless endeavor to snap back at someone on twitter of all places! especially someone with a lando norris icon. but if you saw one more comment about your boyfriend's body online, you're going to kick something.

you loved max, that was why you were with him. but, you worried about him. underneath everything, there was soft center to him. and sometimes the wrong comment got through all the layers and right to the middle.

it just so happened the comments you hated the most were the ones about his body.

it was near the end of the off-season, you two had come back from a sunny trip to celebrate the time together. it left your poor boyfriend a little more pink than usual. especially around the shoulders, where he was shirtless most of the time.

you loved how he looked regardless. he was immensely strong in ways you couldn't fully grasp. you were always impressed by his ability to pick you up and kiss you. you believed that people had a skewed notion of what "hot" men should be built like. and you blamed it marvel movies and alpha male podcasts. max was not a dehydrated body builder. layered on top of the strength was a certain softness and made at the very least you drool at the sight of.

he was strong, but enjoyed food. he liked his sweets on weekends and a little extra at dinner. it didn't help with the constant weigh-ins and other measurements for formula one. so when you noticed his eyes on another cruel post online in response to a photo of him shirtless. you wanted to take that phone and toss it out the window.

you watched him turn off the screen and put the phone down on his chest. the room felt tense and your fingers went into his short hair. he tried to pull away, but with a tiny bit of force kept him close. you knew what he was thinking. just like everything else, max verstappen had crippling self-doubt.

"max. my love."

"yeah.." he said softly. the self-doubt that followed him like a shadow seemed to encrouch in his mind. you could tell even if you couldn't see his full expression.

you took the phone and placed it on the coffee table. you ran your fingers through his hair and looked down at him. fingers trailed down his jaw. "why don't we forget about that and go to the bedroom. "i'll make it all better."

you were in bed with him soon enough. he left his t-shirt and loose shorts on as your hands roamed his body. your lips on his neck, jaw and face. little unsaid promises of how handsome he was. "don't listen to them."

"what if they're right."

"when has a formula one fan ever been right about anything? you know some people online make ragebait. they're trying to get a rise out of other fans and cause in fighting."

"if i tried a little harder... i could look more like the others."

you made him look at you. his blue eyes seemed sad, like cloudy skies over a rocky shoreline. he couldn't meet your gaze, he was almost embarrassed. "max, look at me."

he made eye contact with you, "i could... if i tried."

you held his face a little tighter as he looked away. you said to him, "max, you are training all the time. you push yourself to limits that could kill many others. you work harder than a work horse with half the pay sometimes." you kissed the bridge of his nose, "i don't know who planted these ideas into your head." you had an idea, two names came to mind that made you frown. that was neither here nor there, "but, i love how you look."

his eyes shifted away from you. embarrassed. this entire thing felt embarrassing. he was insecure like a teenage girl at the moment because some random person online called him a stupid name.

"max. don't hide your face from me. i'd hate to have to tie you up." you said, trying to insert a joke to lighten the mood. you watched his demeanor shift and his eyes meet yours.

"would you.. tie me up? make me forget everything for a little bit?" he asked softly, his words almost tripped over one another. while most would've sought heavy therapy and an early retirement for their issues. max tried to cover them up, and sometimes that meant being your good boy.

"then tell me one thing, max."

"anything." he replied.

"say one nice thing about your appearance. anything. just one thing. and then i'll get what we need.' you promised, sealing it with a kiss on the cheek.

he swallowed, not knowing what to say. he shifted a little in his spot on the bed before he sighed. eventually he responded with, "my nose." he said, eyes on yours, "i like my nose. makes me stand out a little more."

you smiled a little bit and kissed him on the cheek, a gestured he melted into you. you replied, "and i love your nose too. i'm proud of you, max. good boy."

he said, "i love you."

and before you pulled away to get the roped needed for tonight, you said to him, "i love you too." then quickly ran your finger down his nose, "i love you, your nose, those eyes. every last inch of skin. your strength and your softness. it makes you perfect to me and those jealous bitches on twitter can't say anything about it." you broke into a further smile.

max chuckled slightly, he found you language amusing. the internet was troll heaven, but sometimes he needed his guiding light to not get himself sucked into the chaos of his doubts. he watched you pull away from him and get off the bed. he took off his shirt and shorts, he tried not too think too hard, but rather keep his eyes on you.

when you went to the dresser to find what you needed, he propped himself against the rod-iron headboard. usually he didn't like them, but when he discovered his affection for bondage early into your relationship, the headboard was perfect to keep him bound.

you returned to the bed, placing the two pieces of rope down onto the bed before you started to strip out of your clothes. once naked you got into bed with him. your hands roamed his chest and straddled his waist.

"you're so handsome, max. jesus christ. look at you." you smiled down at him. skin so soft, he was just perfect and you couldn't believe it. you rubbed up against him a little more and explored his torso with your hands, you watched him squirm a little under your touch. he shuddered a little. 

  “i'm not that-"

  “max verstappen. shush. i don't want to hear it.” you rubbed up against the bulge in his briefs. you held onto his shoulders a little as you moved. the dry humping felt good and left excitement racing through your lover, “that's it. that's my good boy.” 

he groaned a little, which only go louder when you stopped your movements to grab the ropes. he dropped his wrists to the bed and let you tie them to the bars of the headboard by the mattress. he melted a little against it while you took his cock out of his briefs.  the underwear was off him in no time and you got straddled on his waist with your hands on his shoulders once more.

you eyed him with heavy lust, “i know those idiots say that you're too fat or soft. well, i think they're blind. i think they're a whole bunch of idiots. you are perfect, turn me on every chance you get.” you took his face in your hands and kissed him as you continued to rub up against him. he panted against you when you broke the kiss soon after. 

  words of protest hung on max's tongue, but he never said anything further. this wasn't going to be a thing he could win. no matter what he said, you have a rebuttal. it was a losing battle, so he'd simply have to put his trust into you. if you found him hot beyond words, then you'd have to listen. but the fight was fully gone when you seated yourself onto his cock, then sank down on it to the base. he yanked against the ropes a little bit and found euphoria in the knowledge that you tied the ropes just as he liked them. tightly.

  “planning to fight against them, max?" you asked as you raked your fingers down his pale chest, "you wouldn't do that, would you? because you're my good boy! my handsome good boy. with those dazzling eyes and stunning laugh. when you smile i'm in heaven. especially when yo let me make both of us feel good. 

he shook his head, his cheeks grew hot from your gaze on him. if he was hot, then you were gorgeous. you were an inferno made human. the most beautiful woman he had ever laid his eyes on. the kind of beauty that brought him to his knees. he breathed heavily as the pleasure started to build in the bottom of his gut. his cock twitched a little bit the more you rode him. 

he loved being at your mercy, under your thumb in a sexual manner. he bad so many choices all day, sometimes with only seconds to make them. so it was nice. to be in the comfort of your shared bed and letting you take what you needed from him. to give you total control. to love him, shower him in the praise he desired.  

  “i love you.” you said,

  “i love you too.” 

you started to move faster, really working your hips, making sure you could do as much as you could. you moaned a little bit and felt the stutter in your heart from the heat of everything. you pushed hair out of your face as you continued to ride him. the feeling between you two was electric. you said to him, “you're so handsome. fuck, you're perfect.” you started to move faster.

max bit back a moan but it spilled out when you crashed your lips against him. he almost whimpered from the fast speed. how good you took him. it made him clench his fists to try to compose himself. his chest rose and fell heavily he tensed up a little bit at the throb of lust in his body. you kissed him once more as you went as fast as you could go. you bounced on his cock and your nails dug into his jaw and shoulders. 

the noises between you two were erotic. it was desperate on max's end. he wanted to make you feel good while also chasing his own pleasure. he fought a little bit against constraints. he was a little jerky as he tensed up. he could feel it all crashing down on him. no longer the lingering feeling of self-doubt but rather he heat of pleasure. the need to climax. to get out of his own head with the erotic bliss. 

   “please, my love. please.” he swallowed as his back arched a little. he leaned up to give you more kisses and watched you melt against him while your hips still moved. you held his face with both hands and clenched your thighs. he made a sweet, high pitched, almost whine like noise when you pulled away.

you carded your fingers through his hair and admired those blue eyes clouded in lust. “you're perfect, max. every inch of you. every spot you hate, i love more. damn those fuckers on twitter, they don't get to see what i see. everything.” you went in for another kiss and clutched onto his shoulders tightly as you came around his cock. your back arched and max went in to kiss your collarbones with such tenderness. 

  “my good boy.” you said out of breath as you continued to move against him. your cunt clutched around him as you kept your pace steady despite the tremor in your thighs. you knew max wanted to hold onto you and work your hips up and down his cock. but, you were in control. so you examined his expressions as you continued to move. 

the kisses became sloppy once more as you brought max to his own climax. as he tensed up, he really yanked at the ropes for a good few moments before he felt all the fight leave his body. his eyes almost rolled back into his head from the head rush. he relaxed against the headboard and panted heavily. 

he looked erotic, but totally blissed out. so when you stopped your motions. you kissed him gently on the lips before you got off his cock and felt his cum run down your leg as you tried to find your panties. once they were on, you smothered him in kisses and praise as you got the ropes off of him.  you kissed his wrists and he slipped down onto the bed. the mattress felt nice against his body. he felt on cloud nine.

you rubbed his cheek for a moment with your thumb as you said, “i'm going to go get you some water. you just stay here, i'll be right back. now before i go i have to ask one thing. say one thing you like about yourself?"

he shakily exhaled while he leaned into your touch. his eyes were somewhat closed when he answered, sounding far away, “my eyes. they intimidate people. but not you. you love them.” then leaned further. 

you smiled and kissed the top of his head, “that's what i like to hear. next time i want two things before and after we have sex. got it? i'm going to make you love yourself.”

he chuckled softly, cheeks pink, “easier said than done.”

you tapped his cheek before you moved away to go get him some water. you said to him while you approached the bedroom door, “max verstappen, you know i'm as stubborn as you are. ” then left to go get him some water. you could only hope you could make a dent in healing some of his doubt issues. and while you couldn't fight people on twitter, you could kiss and love the man you called your boyfriend. <3

[rachetmath]

Jaune and Yang Battle

Yang: Jaune.

Jaune: What is it Yang?

Yang: Fight me!

Jaune: Why?

Yang: Just cause.

Jaune: Did someone bet on this? Nora? Weiss? Neon? Emerald?

Yang: No just-

Jaune: Then no I’m not fighting you.

Yang: You scared of me.

Jaune: I mean, yeah, but mainly I don't see a point. Considering your record.

Yang: I have a clean record.

Jaune: Mercury, Haven Academy, you could barely touch him.

Yang: Don’t count.

Jaune: Neo, Atlas and Ever After you barely fought her and she whooped you.

Yang: Don’t count.

Jaune: Salem.

Yang: Okay that ultimately doesn’t count. She’s immortal!

Jaune: Then what counts Yang? Adam, who you tag-teamed with Blake.

Yang: Hey I carried that fight.

Jaune: Neon and Flynt which you got lucky by the way.

Yang: Now hold up Jaune. I beat them fair and square.

Jaune: Look I just don’t see the point.

Yang: So you pussy.

Jaune: Guess so. Unless I have reason then you are out of luck. Ask Ren.

Yang: Okay, if you win I will do whatever you want.

Jaune: Whatever I want?

Yang: Yes.

Jaune: Anything?

Yang: Yes.

Jaune: Okay. Let’s go.

Yang: Oh I'm so going to kick your-

Later on after the fight.

Raven: So he beat your ass?

Yang: Yeah.

Raven: And he didn’t even ask you to do anything sexual?

Yang: No.

Raven: Just spend time with me?

Yang: Yeah.

Raven: Damn. So what if I don’t want to spend time with you?

Yang: *points*

Raven: *sees Jaune*

Jaune: *screams in the distance* Don’t think I forgot about my village bitch! Don’t think because you are a maiden I’m scared to face you! Don’t think that! Don’t think that! I know where your baby daddy lives too. Don’t make me go to him, I will! You know what I’ll kill your brother too. Cause both you Branwens had me f**** up. Don’t believe me? Test me! Come and see if I don’t have that dog in me. Come and try me!

Raven: Okay. He is crazy. Well, my beautiful daughter, let’s at least spend an hour-

Jaune: What?

Raven: Three hours.

Jaune: What?!!

Raven: The whole day together. Come on.

Jaune: That’s what I thought pussy.

Qrow: Aye kid you-

Jaune: *demon voice* DON’T TALK ME QROW! GO SPEND TIME WITH YOUR NIECE BEFORE I MAKE YOU SEE CLOVER AGAIN!

Qrow: Okay. Okay. Calm down. I'm out.

Jaune: F***** bum ass- man I-I miss my family. When can I go home?! Damn. I have no partner. No money. No respect. Damn, I- I got nothing. Shit! I might need make a new friend or something because at this rate I'll be a villain.

In hell.

Adam: Damn.

Roman: Damn.

Hazel: God Damn. I feel sorry for him.

In heaven

Ironwood: Damn. I feel his pain.

Lewis: That is sad.

Alyx: *hiding behind Penny*No. I'm sorry. I'm sorry!

Penny:*trying to defend them both* Friend Pyrrha, please I apologize.

Summer: *holding Pyrrha down* Pyrrha, calm down young lady.

Pyrrha: Let me kill em. Let me kill em!

Marvel

Peter: Come to this side Jaune. I could use some company.

Fandom Universe

Fan made Jaune: I mean I may not be the overpowered character but at least I get something done.

Friend AU Jaune: I know the feeling man. It will get better. Probably.

[chronicdelusionistsart]

Bernard Dowd and the Art of Recontextualization

I'm what you might call a "fake Batman fan" - that is, I've only watched most of the Batman animated series', all of the live action movies, most of the animated ones, played some of the video games... so, you know, probably thousands of hours of my life in Batman related media. But not the comics! Fake fan!

Frankly, I find the comics medium the way DC and Marvel do it to be really hard to follow. There's the fact that you can't really follow an individual solo character without them getting caught up in massive crossover events that ruin their arc and pacing, there's the soap-opera-iness that encourages cheap and revolving conflicts inherent to the longform monthly release schedule, the writer roulette, and there's also just that going back to try and thread a particular continuity or character is an exercise in frustration. Oh and the retcons. Everyone hates those. They've (basically) never been good. Don't remember this part it will never come up aga

But, you know, despite this - or maybe because of this - comics is a breeding ground for ideas. Because of the quick turnaround and the demand for novel conflicts, comics just churn out idea after idea. Good ideas, bad ideas, doesn't matter. Get it to print. Retcon it later if we write ourselves into a corner. Comics are often soooooo first draft coded. This is why I personally prefer adaptations - they often reimagine ideas and retcon them into new narratives where they can serve a more coherent plot. But what happens when a character is picked up for a second draft ... without actually contradicting the earlier material? While enriching the earlier material, even?

(SPOILERS for Tim Drake: Robin and uh... 20 year old comics under the cut!)

So, uh, quick disclaimer - because I have very little overall knowledge of DC's Comics continuity, there may be more interesting examples of times that what I'm going to point out was done. But I love Bernard and from a writer's POV I'm impressed with the way they did it so we're talking about Bernard lmao

The Beginning (Robin 1993) - Reading comics from the 2000s hurts in a way I can't describe

Okay so I heard Tim Drake is dating a guy now? (Penny Sonic voice) Whoa he's bisexual I didn't know that! I'm sure people on the internet are being very normal about this. Cool let's find out more about his new bf. I like starting from the beginning... so like yeah hold on while I crack open the Robin comic and take down what this guy's deal is.

😬

So basically the TL;DR of Bernard in his original appearances is that he seems to be an attempt to introduce some normal stakes teen drama into Tim's life. He has all the Funny Guy Friend Classics - he's got an inflated sense of his proficiency at pulling girls, he's inexplicably drawn towards the protagonist (who is cooler than him), he wants to date the most popular girl in school, and he wants to get down with older women!

This might just be me but while I was going through this I thought like, he almost reads a little uncanny, like he's been filtered through a Disney Teen Special. In practice he mostly serves to introduce Tim to the Real Plot, Darla Aquista, and be one of his ties to civilian life, which is, like, fine. He's ultimately just a background character and he's so unimportant that he only has one appearance after their school gets shot up(!!!), which is, again, to be more of an accessory to the Darla plot.

After this display of "wow this guy's kind of lowkey insane for offering to his resurrected bestie supervillainess to be her manager actually", he's dropped forever. Comics! We're not gonna unpack that.

The Sequel (Batman: Urban Legends) - We're Gonna Unpack That

Until almost two decades later when he calls Tim up for a date. And while I'm trying to skim over a lot to get to the point here and I don't really know the FULL context, it is notable that Tim is in the middle of an identity crisis / the cusp of adulthood when this happens (I think he just lost a spleen or something. That sucks dude). It's pretty implicit that part of the reason he's going to see Bernard is because he's someone familiar in a time when he's facing a lot of new and scary stuff.

And at first blush, he really does seem like the same dude. The familiar arm over the shoulder, the banter, it's all very casual and similar to the ribbing from high school -

- and I guess nothing has happened to Bernard in the interim haha he's just the funny friend guy right?

I really like the way they did this. I'm just unambiguously going to praise how good this is if you just came off the 2000s stuff. Comics have kind of breakneck pacing by nature but they really manage to condense down and then pull off a neat sleight of hand over the course of like four pages here. They re-establish Bernard as a silly guy and then wham you with the fact that yeah actually we ARE gonna unpack that. Fuck you Tim Drake life is ever changing and nothing stays the same

So the TL;DR on the rest of the Urban Legends storyline is that stuff like, HAPPENED to this guy while our focus was elsewhere. He learned martial arts, presumably so that he wouldn't be so helpless in the next school shooting level event, he got into a pain cult, he's just Not Doing Well. We find out, reading between the lines, that calling Tim on a date was probably one of his last attempts to reach out to someone when the cult stuff was getting really bad.

I've heard people complain that Bernard is uninteresting or not a character or entirely focused on his relationship with Tim, and I think that criticism is really weird considering that his entire re-debut focuses on the point that he's been having his own life and making his own (often wild) decisions - ones that really changed the course of his life - while Tim was gone. And it's also notable that this story is about how the fact that he's his own person and has changed and has made the nerve-wracking decision to take action and call Tim inspires Tim himself to take a leap and fling himself into the uncertain waters of young adulthood.

Me when I have my bi awakening and call to get out of a rut simultaneously because Cute Insane Guy Inspired Me. iconic

So that's how Bernard has changed. But that's not recontextualization, that's just the writers taking a guy and making him do another, cooler thing. Well hold the fuck on because we're not goddamn done.

What did he mean by th-

The Recontextualizerrrrr (Tim Drake: Robin) - Bernard is the funniest person in Gotham City. I'll not be taking constructive criticism on this

Tim Drake: Robin is the followup to the Urban Legends story and Tim is the main character fr. Obviously. but Bernard is also a major character. Later, he even gets to be a POV character. But they don't do that for several issues, instead treating us to his shenanigans from Tim's point of view as he solves a bizarre serial murder case and like, they're cute! And neither of them are normal in the slightest. I love that for them.

Again, TL;DR, there are a lot of interactions where Bernard talks to Tim both in and out of costume, but we don't get to see his POV until they go out to a restaurant and meet Bernard's parents there by accident and Tim has to run off to do Robin stuff. And like... a lot of stuff happens in this one bois. Whammy after whammy

We're suddenly introduced explicitly to a lot that was only implied or just completely unavailable before. Bernard's parents are ragingly homophobic. Probably were never great even before that. He suffers from depression. All that is a lot to. wait. hold on a second

he knows?????

HE KNOWS????

Okay so if you stop at this point and reread the entire run so far you find out that Bernard is in fact the biggest troll in the entire universe. This is the moment that cemented him as my favourite, by the way. Like I had a feeling that he knew and I was just laughing my ass off when my suspicions were confirmed.

But this is really interesting on top of that because Bernard has been revealed to be, at this point, a guy who you should look deeper than the surface to understand. Someone who masks his true self and whose true motivations you can only uncover if you're really looking past the facade. Even with Tim, he sort of offers Tim and Robin half the story each, taking advantage of Robin's "distance" to give out information he wants Tim to think about but that he's reluctant to talk about frankly while at the same time almost daring Tim to open up about his identity.

Absolutely most normal way to tell your bf about your cult trauma. You'll always be famous to me Bernard Dowd

This is a really neat trick by the writers. It makes Bernard a multifaceted character who got to quietly develop while we were mostly focused on Tim, and there's some clever clever foreshadowing they set up in this run to achieve this. If it were just this, I would call it good writing.

But it actually goes one level deeper than that and becomes something really really special. because as we all know, Bernard was not conceived to be this way, he was a one-off guy who was kind of annoying and he was essentially retconned to be, like. Gay? Have depth? Be funny? All of those things?

The Seamless Retcon (Robin 1993 Again) - We took your guy and we gave him gay subtext and it worked astoundingly well

This is not a new observation btw, I've seen a ton of posts to this effect. But oh my god. Some of these panels really hit different with the new Bernard lore. Like holy fuck just read this back to back

There are tons of moments like this. There's SO MUCH that the revelation that Bernard is queer adds to his initially extremely underwhelming tenure in the Robin comics. A reread almost begs the question of what Bernard must have been thinking at any given moment! BRO YOU SAID YOU WANTED TO FUCK HIS STEPMOM. That's completely believable as a next-level closeting move and goes from kind of annoying to turbofunny.

Like yeah of course he's acting like a douche. His father is a status-chasing asshole and he's five racks deep in the closet. Of course he gravitates towards Tim - his gaydar is pinging and he thinks Tim is cute. And it's also pinging that Tim is like. You know

None of this would hit as hard if the writers had not set up Bernard as someone who masks so much. They worked it in that character trait to mean that you could always glean information deeper than the surface from his top level interactions.

Because of this, Bernard is really fucking interesting and he's a good character and he's one that gets better on reread. Like I said, that's a set of observations that are not new to me. But something that really gets to me is how seamless and intentional it is. It really feels like the writer sat down and took their time devising a guy that is believable as that other guy, but only if you read back with certain context.

The conclusion - Comics. Man.

So is this just about how Bernard is really fucking interesting and he's a good character and he's one that gets better on reread and that he can exist independent of Tim and all the haters are wrong. Yeah of course. 💖

But also like, I have thoroughly proven to myself that I was kinda wrong to just reject the published comics medium out of hand. I see now that there's room for the writer's roulette to hit the jackpot and that something I mistook as an outright flaw, the winding and unfocused and often improvised nature of it, can be ridden like a wave if you're skilled enough to do it. Meghan Fitzmarten is a goddamned genius.

I guess I have to read comics now. Fuck

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

june 2024 octa + 4koma manga updates

As a reminder, no Episode of Savanaclaw manga chapter this month ^^ And without further ado, some of the highlights (in my opinion) of the latest manga updates:

This month's cover page illustration features Yuuta and Grim marveling over a chess board (since at this point in the story they're camping out in Savanaclaw). If you look closely, each of the pieces on the chessboard represent the relevant TWST characters; there are two card soldiers (presumably one for Ace and one for Deuce), a wolf for Jack, a hyena for Ruggie, and a lion for Leona on the "white" side. On the opposing "black" side (fitting, since Azul will OB soon) are two eel pieces for the twins and one octopus piece for Azul.

We continue the adorable overly flattering Ace from last month's chapter! Sad to say that I, too, would be completely fooled by this act-- asbfalebqejdqo The older merguard is also very cute and enthusiastic. I love that the manga can give faceless NPCs and mobs actual eyes. It grants them a lot more personality and soul! We continue the adorable overly flattering Ace from last month's chapter! Sad to say that I, too, would be completely fooled by this act-- asbfalebqejdqo The older merguard is also very cute and enthusiastic. I love that the manga can give faceless NPCs and mobs actual eyes. It grants them a lot more personality and soul!

HECK YEAH, IT'S TWEELS tERRORISM TIME BBABY 🤡 Jade and Floyd got sooo many good shots this chapter????? Love that the second page above shows us just how long Floyd is + how the two genuinely delight in scaring our crew (RIP Ace, he looks so close to death's door when he seeks Jade and Floyd peeking at him).

These panels paint the picture of the chase and fight being very frantic for our crew, but really being a chill game to the Leech brothers. They definitely have the upper hand this whole time, and the art helps to convey that feeling!

(Side note: that face Deuce makes with the pinched mouth is also top tier 👌)

So this chapter is the one where Leona swipes the keys to Azul's vault and robs him of all the golden contracts. This results in many, MANY distressed, panicked, and/or desperate expressions from Azul... all of which are soooo delicious <3 There's a ton more than what I've included here (I picked some of my faves), I just couldn't include them all because of Tumblr post image limits.

THE SMUGZUL LAUGH?????? ?? ??? ?? ?????? ? HIS ANSWER TO THE OJOUSAMA LAUGH

Featuring: out-of-shape nerd (relatable) Azul fans fr feasting this update 🙏

RUGGIIIIIIE 🥰 He makes a lot of :3 faces that are just great!!

ANOTHER THING THAT CAUGHT MY ATTENTION WAS THE SHEER AMOUNT OF LEONA SMUG IN THIS CHAPTER I MEAN SEEING LEONA SMUG MAKES ME GRIT MY TEETH AND WANNA KNOCK HIM DOWN A PEG BUT WOW IS HE PRETTY LIKE THIS AUVYFB32T73RANfhbabfobiqrBI/.L;,'KJM;N GGRRRRRRRRRRRRRR I HAT EYOU KINHSCHPLAR I HATE YOU SO MUCH i'm gONA PUNCHHF YOU IN YOUR STUPID SLUTTY ,.,NAFCLAVICLE

anyway Anyway ANYWAY!!!!!! Azul is so close to snapping now, boys :)))) Soon... SOON, OB AZUL AND CHILD!OCTAVINELLE IN HIS FLASHBACK...

Now for 4koma news! This month features a comic about Epel playing Magift/Spelldrive and another comic about Jamil cooking curry.

My favorite segment from the Epel comic! Grim is peak cuteness here, love that he curls into himself to brace for impact, INCLUDING THE FRIGGIN TAIL.

HLBQVUFOQVIYFA; This part made me think of my Gordon Ramsay in Twisted Wonderland series, specifically the fish-themed installment with Jamil and Deuce; in it, Jamil plots on making a seafood dish to serve to Azul as revenge for the events of book 4. In the Jamil 4koma this month, Jamil sees Octavinelle and then considers making a seafood/fish curry with that smug-ass face in the bottom-most panel 💀 That's all for now! See you next month for more~

[amethystarachnid]

Hi! 👋

I just found your blog and I'm already a fan!!

For "Love is in the Air", if it is convenient for you, may I request a "best friends to lovers" trope with FATWS Bucky?

Thanks in advance!!

BEST FRIENDS

⤷ JAMES B. “BUCKY” BARNES

ᯓ★ Pairing: James B. “Bucky” Barnes x fem!reader

ᯓ★ Genre: romance, fluff, a little angst

ᯓ★ Word count: 7.3k

ᯓ★ Summary: You don't know for how long you have been in love with Bucky, your best friend, so you try to move on, but then he suggests you a double date...how will things end?.

ᯓ★ Love is in the air - Valentine's Day special game

ᯓ★ Songs & Superheroes tales - The Game (to make a request, follow the rules on the link!)

ᯓ★ MARVEL Bingo (requests open)

ᯓ★ Masterlist

ᯓ★ If you are a Charles Xavier fan click on this link!

ᯓ★ English isn’t my first language and this isn’t proof read

The air is crisp tonight, carrying the scent of rain-soaked pavement and the distant hum of the city. You walk beside Bucky, the two of you taking the long way back to your apartment like always. The routine is familiar—comforting, even—but tonight feels different. Maybe it’s the way the streetlights cast a golden glow on his face, or the way his hands stay stuffed in his jacket pockets instead of gesturing as he talks. Maybe it’s just you, your own thoughts taking up too much space in your head again.

You’ve been in love with Bucky Barnes for longer than you care to admit. It crept up on you slowly, like the tide pulling in waves, until one day you realized you were drowning in it. It’s in the way your heart stumbles every time he looks at you, in the way you find yourself memorizing the exact shade of blue in his eyes when he laughs. It’s in the way you notice how he takes up space—not just physically, but in your life, in your thoughts, in everything. He’s your best friend, and you love him, and it’s terrifying.

"You're quiet tonight," Bucky says, tilting his head toward you as he walks. The metal of his arm catches the light, glinting silver and gold where the Wakandans repaired it. "Something on your mind?"

You force a smile, hoping it doesn’t look as fake as it feels. "Just tired," you lie.

Bucky doesn’t look convinced, but he doesn’t push. He never does. He just nods and keeps walking, boots scuffing against the pavement.

A comfortable silence stretches between you, but your thoughts won’t settle. You should say something. You should tell him. Every moment with him is another second wasted, another opportunity slipping through your fingers like sand. But the fear keeps you quiet. The fear of ruining everything, of losing him, of shattering whatever this is between you.

You glance at him out of the corner of your eye. He’s beautiful in a way that shouldn’t be possible for someone who’s been through as much as he has. The scars, the pain, the weight of everything he carries—it should make him hard, unyielding. But Bucky is soft in the ways that matter. He remembers your favorite takeout order. He lets you steal the blankets when you fall asleep on his couch. He texts you to make sure you got home safe, even if he was the one walking you to your door.

And you—you're just the coward who can't say three little words.

The two of you reach your building, and you hesitate at the steps, turning to face him. Bucky stops a step below you, bringing him just a little closer to eye level. The streetlight above flickers, buzzing faintly.

"You wanna come up for a bit?" you ask. Your voice is steady, casual, like this is just another night. Like this isn't the hundredth time you've had to swallow down the truth.

Bucky hesitates, glancing up at your window. You can see the debate in his eyes—stay or go. And then he exhales, a small, almost-smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Yeah," he says. "Yeah, okay."

Your heart does a stupid little flip, and you hate how easily he affects you.

Inside, your apartment is warm, a contrast to the chill outside. Bucky shrugs off his jacket, draping it over the back of your couch like he’s done a million times before. You watch the way his muscles shift beneath his shirt, the way the fabric clings to him just enough to be distracting. You turn away quickly, pretending to busy yourself in the kitchen.

"Beer?" you ask, opening the fridge.

"Sure," Bucky says, dropping onto your couch with a sigh. "Long day."

You grab two bottles, twisting the caps off before joining him. The couch dips slightly under his weight, and his knee brushes against yours. You try not to think about it too much as you hand him a beer.

"You wanna talk about it?" you ask, knowing full well he probably won’t.

Bucky shakes his head, taking a sip. "Not much to say. Just—people suck."

"Yeah, they do," you agree, nudging his shoulder lightly. "But not all of them."

He hums, studying the label on his beer like it holds the answers to the universe. "No. Not all of them." His gaze flickers to you then, just for a second, and something in your chest tightens.

This is the part where you say it. Where you tell him.

But you don’t.

Instead, you take a long sip of your drink, letting the fizz burn your throat.

Bucky leans his head back against the couch, closing his eyes. His metal fingers tap absently against the bottle in his lap.

"You ever think about leaving?" he asks suddenly. His voice is quiet, thoughtful.

"Leaving?" you echo, confused.

"Yeah. Just…packing up, going somewhere new. Somewhere quiet."

The thought of Bucky leaving sends a sharp pang through your chest, but you keep your expression neutral. "You thinking about running away, Barnes?"

He huffs out a quiet laugh. "Not running. Just…wondering. What it’d be like."

"You wouldn’t last a week without me," you tease, nudging his leg with your foot.

Bucky opens one eye, giving you a slow, lazy smile. "Yeah? You that sure about it?"

"Positive."

His smile fades slightly, and his gaze softens. He looks at you like he's trying to memorize something, like there's something on his mind he isn't saying. Maybe you're imagining it. Maybe you just want it to be there.

You force yourself to look away first, because if you don’t, you might do something stupid—like close the distance between you.

The silence stretches again, but this time it’s heavier. The weight of unsaid things presses down on you, suffocating.

Bucky shifts beside you, setting his beer on the coffee table. "I should probably head out," he says, though he makes no move to stand.

You want to ask him to stay. You want to say the words that have been burning in your throat for months. But the fear wins again.

"Yeah," you say instead, forcing a smile. "Thanks for hanging out."

Bucky hesitates, then nods. He stands, grabbing his jacket off the couch. He’s at the door when he pauses, glancing back at you. "You sure you’re okay?"

No.

"Yeah," you lie. "Just tired."

He studies you for a second longer, then sighs. "Alright. Get some sleep, okay?"

You nod, and then he’s gone.

The door clicks shut, and the silence that follows is deafening.

You sink back onto the couch, exhaling shakily.

You should have said something.

But you didn’t.

The days blur together after that night. You and Bucky fall back into your routine—long walks, late-night talks, shared dinners—but something shifts under the surface. You feel it in the pauses between conversations, in the moments when your eyes meet just a little too long before one of you looks away. But neither of you says anything. The words stay trapped in your throat, heavy and unresolved.

You tell yourself it’s fine. This is fine. You have him in your life, and that should be enough. It has to be.

It’s a Friday night when Bucky suggests the bar. You’ve both had long weeks, and blowing off steam with a couple of drinks doesn’t sound like the worst idea.

“C’mon,” he says, giving you that lopsided grin that makes your heart stutter. “We’ll go to that spot you like. First round’s on me.”

You can’t say no when he looks at you like that.

The bar is already buzzing when you arrive. Warm lights cast a soft glow over the crowded space, music playing just loud enough to feel it in your chest. You find a small table tucked in the corner, close enough to the bar but far enough from the chaos.

Bucky orders drinks, and you settle into your seat, watching him at the counter. He’s relaxed tonight, shoulders loose, his hair pulled back into a low tie. There’s something about seeing him like this—unguarded—that makes it even harder to keep your feelings in check.

When he comes back with your drinks, you toast silently, the clink of glasses drowned out by the noise around you.

A few drinks in, you’re both laughing, the kind of easy laughter that only comes after years of friendship. It feels good, letting go of the tension that’s been simmering between you.

“I’ll grab another round,” Bucky says, pushing back from the table.

You nod, watching as he weaves through the crowd toward the bar. It’s only when he disappears from sight that you realize how exposed you feel without him nearby. You take a sip of your drink, trying not to overthink it.

“Hey there.”

You look up to see a man standing at your table, his smile easy and confident. He’s tall, dark-haired, with sharp features and warm brown eyes. He’s attractive, undeniably so.

“Hi,” you say, surprised.

“Mind if I sit?” he asks, gesturing to the empty seat across from you.

You hesitate, glancing toward the bar where Bucky’s still waiting for the drinks. But something about the man’s demeanor—charming but not overbearing—makes you nod.

“Sure.”

He slides into the seat, his smile widening. “I’m Daniel.”

You tell him your name, and the conversation flows easily. He’s funny, attentive, and there’s a certain energy about him that makes you feel…noticed. It’s been a while since anyone’s looked at you like that, and it feels nice. Different.

“So, you here with friends?” he asks, leaning in slightly.

“Yeah, just one,” you say, gesturing toward the bar. “He’s getting drinks.”

Daniel nods, but there’s a flicker of something in his eyes—curiosity, maybe. “Boyfriend?”

You freeze for a second, the question hitting harder than you expect.

“No,” you say quickly, your heart sinking even as the word leaves your mouth. “Just friends.”

Daniel’s smile returns, and he reaches into his pocket, pulling out his phone. “Well, in that case… can I have your number?”

You hesitate. Part of you feels like this is wrong, like you’re crossing some invisible line. But another part—the one that’s tired of waiting, tired of holding back—nudges you forward.

“Sure,” you say, forcing a smile.

You exchange numbers just as Bucky returns to the table, two fresh drinks in hand. His eyes flick to Daniel, then to you, taking in the scene with a blank expression.

“Hey,” Bucky says, his voice even, but you catch the slight edge in it.

“Hey, man,” Daniel says, standing up. “Just chatting with your friend here.”

Bucky’s jaw tenses, but he gives a short nod. “Yeah. Cool.”

Daniel turns to you, his smile softening. “I’ll text you.”

You nod, feeling Bucky’s eyes on you the entire time.

When Daniel disappears into the crowd, Bucky sits down, sliding your drink across the table. The air feels heavier now, the easy comfort from earlier slipping through your fingers.

“You make a new friend?” Bucky asks casually, though there’s something tight in his voice.

“Yeah,” you say, avoiding his gaze. “His name’s Daniel.”

Bucky hums, taking a sip of his drink. “Seems…nice.”

You glance at him, trying to read his expression, but he’s a closed book. His jaw is tight, his shoulders tense, but he doesn’t say anything else.

The conversation stutters after that. You both try to pick it back up, but the mood has shifted. You wonder if he noticed the way Daniel flirted with you, the way you smiled back. You wonder if he cares.

But he doesn’t say anything, and you don’t ask.

Later, as he walks you home, the silence is thick between you. His hands are shoved deep in his pockets, his gaze fixed ahead.

At your door, you hesitate. “Thanks for tonight,” you say quietly.

Bucky finally looks at you, his blue eyes darker in the dim light. “Yeah. Anytime.”

You wait, hoping—wishing—that he’ll say something else. Anything.

But he just gives you a small smile, the kind that doesn’t reach his eyes, and turns to leave.

You watch him go, the weight in your chest heavier than ever.

Inside, your phone buzzes with a message from Daniel. You stare at it for a long time, the words blurring together.

You don’t know what you’re doing. Or maybe you do, and that’s what scares you the most.

Meanwhile, Bucky walks the dark streets alone, his hands clenched into fists in his pockets. He tries to tell himself it doesn’t matter, that you’re free to give your number to whoever you want. But the tight knot in his chest says otherwise.

He’s not sure when it happened—when the lines blurred, when friendship stopped being enough—but tonight made it painfully clear.

And the worst part? He can’t even be mad. Because he never said anything either.

So, like always, he swallows it down and keeps walking, the city lights blurring around him.

A week passes before you see Bucky again.

It’s not on purpose. Life just gets in the way—work, errands, the quiet moments where you’re not sure if you’re still nursing a bruised ego from the bar or if you’re just overthinking it all. You and Bucky still text here and there—simple things, safe things—but it feels…off. Like there’s something lingering beneath the surface, an undercurrent you both pretend not to notice.

You’ve been texting Daniel. The guy from the bar. He’s charming—funny in a kind of self-deprecating way, and easy to talk to. Plus, he’s gorgeous. Tall, dark-haired, with an easy smile that makes you feel seen. He’s not Bucky, but maybe that’s the point.

You’ve met up with him twice since that night. Once for coffee and once for a walk through the park. Nothing serious. Nothing too intense. But he’s nice, and you’re trying—really trying—to give him a chance.

Bucky knows about Daniel. At least, he knows enough. You told him in passing, watching for any kind of reaction, but he just gave you a simple nod and a “That’s cool,” before changing the subject. The same way you reacted when he told you about Emily.

Emily.

He brought her up yesterday in a text. Apparently, Sam set them up. She’s smart, works in publishing, loves dogs, and according to Bucky, she has a laugh that “makes you wanna smile, even if you don’t get the joke.”

And then he dropped it—the idea.

A double date.

You hesitated. Long enough for him to notice.

“Could be fun,” he texted.

“Or a disaster,” you replied.

“Either way, we get free food out of it.”

So now here you are. Sitting at a small, dimly lit restaurant, across from Bucky, who looks unfairly good in a black button-down that fits him a little too well. Emily sits next to him, a bright, blonde energy wrapped in a sundress. Daniel is next to you, his arm casually resting on the back of your chair as he talks about some podcast he’s into.

You try to focus on Daniel’s words, but your eyes keep flickering to Bucky.

And Bucky? He’s watching everything.

At first, it’s subtle. A quick glance when Daniel orders a drink for you without asking. A tight smile when Daniel brings up a band he swears you love, but—you don’t. Not even a little.

“Wait, you’re into The Silver Sons too, right?” Daniel says, flashing that easy grin.

You hesitate. “Uh… not really. I think I mentioned I like The Silver Lines?”

He waves it off like it’s the same thing. “Right, right, that’s what I meant.”

You can practically feel Bucky’s stare from across the table, the corner of his mouth twitching.

Emily, blissfully unaware of the growing tension, laughs at something Bucky just said. Her hand rests on his forearm, fingers lightly tapping as she talks animatedly about her latest project at work.

You sip your wine, trying to drown the awkwardness.

But Bucky? He keeps finding flaws.

When Daniel orders your food and picks the wrong side dish, you notice the way Bucky stiffens.

“She actually prefers the garlic mashed potatoes,” Bucky says offhandedly, cutting into his steak.

Daniel blinks. “Oh. Sorry, I didn’t realize.”

You force a tight smile. “It’s fine. Really.”

Emily laughs again, leaning into Bucky, but his eyes stay on you and Daniel.

It’s unbearable. The entire night is a slow unraveling—like a loose thread neither of you can stop pulling. Every time Daniel misremembers something about you, Bucky points it out. Casually, but with a bite just beneath the surface. And every time Emily laughs too hard at something Bucky says, you feel a small, petty part of you tighten.

“Hey, excuse me,” you say suddenly, pushing back from the table.

Bucky glances up, brow furrowing.

“Can I talk to you? Outside?”

Daniel looks confused but shrugs, turning his attention to Emily.

Bucky hesitates, then nods, following you out.

The night air is cooler than you expected, a breeze brushing against your skin as you step onto the sidewalk. The city hums around you—distant traffic, muffled laughter, the faint smell of street food wafting through the air.

You turn to face Bucky, folding your arms. “What the hell was that?”

He blinks, feigning innocence. “What was what?”

“Oh, come on, Bucky. You know exactly what I’m talking about.”

His jaw tightens, but he doesn’t look away. “I was just making conversation.”

“By nitpicking everything Daniel said?”

“He didn’t even know your favorite side dish,” Bucky snaps. “Or the band you like. How hard is it to remember that?”

You stare at him, your chest tight. “Why do you even care?”

There’s a beat of silence—heavy, loaded.

Bucky swallows hard, eyes flicking away before settling back on you. “I don’t,” he lies.

You exhale sharply, frustration bubbling up. “You’ve been judging him all night. Finding reasons to hate him.”

“And you’ve been ignoring how wrong he is for you!”

The words hang there, sharp and raw.

You blink, taken aback. “What, so now you get to decide that?”

Bucky runs a hand through his hair, pacing a few steps before stopping in front of you again. “I’m just saying… you deserve someone who knows you. Who actually sees you.”

Your heart pounds, but anger wins out. “And Emily? Is that what she is to you? Someone who sees you?”

His jaw tightens, and for a moment, you think he might say something—really say something—but instead, he exhales, frustrated.

“We’re not doing this now,” he mutters.

You glare at him. “Fine. We’ll finish this later.”

He nods, the tension between you crackling, before you both turn back toward the restaurant.

But the moment you step inside, everything stops.

Emily and Daniel are at the table—kissing.

Full-on, hands-wandering, completely oblivious to the fact that you and Bucky have returned.

It takes a second for your brain to process it.

You glance at Bucky, whose face is unreadable—stone-cold, like a switch flipped.

“Seriously?” you say, loud enough to break the moment.

Emily and Daniel pull apart, both of them wide-eyed and scrambling for excuses.

“Oh my god,” Emily breathes, wiping her mouth. “I—this isn’t—”

“Yeah, I think we’re done here,” Bucky says, voice sharp but eerily calm.

Daniel stands, running a hand through his hair. “Look, I didn’t mean for—”

You hold up a hand, cutting him off. “It’s fine. Really. Just… go.”

They both fumble with their things, muttering apologies before hurrying out, leaving you and Bucky standing there, surrounded by half-eaten plates and awkward silence.

After a beat, Bucky lets out a soft, disbelieving laugh. “Well. That was… something.”

You shake your head, feeling a mix of anger and—somehow—relief. “Disastrous doesn’t even begin to cover it.”

Bucky glances at you, his shoulders relaxing for the first time all night. “Guess we dodged a bullet.”

You snort. “More like a grenade.”

For a moment, the tension eases, and it feels like the two of you again—normal, easy. But then you remember the fight. The things left unsaid.

Bucky must be thinking the same thing because he clears his throat, his hand rubbing the back of his neck. “We should… talk. About earlier.”

You nod. “Yeah. We should.”

But not here. Not now.

“Let’s get out of here first,” you say, gesturing to the wreckage of the double date behind you.

Bucky gives a small, tight smile. “Lead the way.”

And as the two of you step out into the cool night again, you can’t help but wonder if this—this messy, complicated, tangled-up version of you and Bucky—is leading somewhere you’ve been too scared to go all along.

The walk back to your apartment is quiet—too quiet.

The kind of silence that hums, heavy and filled with everything neither of you are brave enough to say yet. You steal glances at Bucky as you walk side by side, the city buzzing around you. His hands are shoved deep into his jacket pockets, his jaw clenched tight, that little line between his brows deeper than usual. You know that look—he’s thinking, overthinking probably, the way he always does when something’s sitting heavy on his chest.

You clutch your keys tighter in your hand, nerves bubbling up. The disastrous double date is still replaying in your mind—Emily and Daniel kissing like it was nothing, Bucky nitpicking every little thing Daniel did, the fight outside the restaurant. And now, this. The unbearable, suffocating quiet.

You reach your building and stop at the steps. For a moment, you think he’s going to make an excuse to leave, to run before either of you say something you can’t take back. But instead, Bucky just looks at you, almost unsure, before speaking.

“Can I come up?”

His voice is rougher than usual, lower. There’s something fragile in his eyes, something you’re not sure if you want to run from or run toward.

You swallow hard. “Yeah. Yeah, of course.”

The two of you climb the steps, and the weight between you feels heavier than it did at the restaurant. Every heartbeat is like a countdown. You unlock your door, pushing it open, and Bucky follows you inside.

The familiar warmth of your apartment feels suffocating now. Like the walls are closing in on the mess you’re about to make.

Bucky stands awkwardly near the door as you shrug off your jacket and toss your keys onto the counter. You feel him watching you, waiting for you to say something first.

But you’re not sure you can. Your throat feels too tight.

“So…” you finally start, turning to him.

He lets out a sharp exhale, running a hand through his hair. “That was a disaster.”

“Yeah. No kidding.”

Another pause. The tension feels like it’s going to snap at any second.

“Why were you like that tonight?” The words come out sharper than you intended.

Bucky looks up at you, eyes narrowing slightly. “Like what?”

“You know exactly what I mean. Picking apart everything Daniel did. Acting like he was the worst person in the world.”

He bristles at that, taking a step forward. “I wasn’t—”

“You were,” you cut him off, frustration boiling over. “You spent the entire night pointing out every little thing he did wrong.”

“Because he doesn’t know you,” Bucky snaps, voice raising. “He didn’t know your favorite food, your music, the way you hate when someone orders for you without asking first. He didn’t know you.”

You freeze, heart racing. “And that’s your problem why?”

Bucky looks like he’s about to say something, but he clamps his mouth shut, jaw tightening.

“No,” you press, stepping toward him, anger and adrenaline mixing in your veins. “Say it, Bucky. You clearly have something to say.”

His hands ball into fists at his sides, that storm brewing behind his eyes. “Because I couldn’t stand watching it, alright? Watching him act like he knew you. Watching you pretend you liked it. It made me—” He stops, swallowing hard.

“Made you what?” you whisper, voice trembling.

His chest rises and falls with heavy breaths, but he doesn’t speak.

Your heart pounds in your ears. You’re done dancing around it. You’re done holding it all in.

“It made you jealous,” you say, your voice cracking with emotion. “Because you’re in love with me, Bucky. You’ve been in love with me, and you’ve been too scared to say it. Well, guess what? So have I. I’ve been in love with you for months, and I thought if I said anything, I’d ruin this—ruin us—but I can’t keep doing this anymore.”

It’s out there now. Heavy and raw and terrifying. The truth sitting between you like a living, breathing thing.

Bucky’s eyes widen, his entire body stiffening at your words. His lips part, but no words come out.

And that’s when the crushing realization hits you—you’ve ruined it.

You can practically see the wheels turning in his head, the way he’s retreating inward, closing off. The fear and regret rise in your throat, and you feel your heart break in real time.

“I—shit, Bucky, I didn’t mean to—” You shake your head, tears stinging at the corners of your eyes.

But then, quietly, he speaks.

“I love you too.”

The words hit you like a punch to the chest. You stop breathing, blinking at him, sure you misheard.

He takes a shaky breath, running both hands through his hair before letting them fall to his sides. “I love you, and I’ve been too much of a damn coward to say it.”

Your lips part, but nothing comes out.

“I didn’t say anything because—” he lets out a harsh laugh, his voice trembling—“because I’m me. I’m still…this. Still trying to figure myself out. Still filled with all this shit I can’t shake. And you? You deserve someone who has their head on straight. Someone who doesn’t carry as much baggage as I do.”

Tears burn your eyes now, but you step closer to him, your chest aching. “Bucky…”

“But I couldn’t stand watching you with him,” he confesses, his voice cracking. “Because it was supposed to be me. It was always supposed to be me.”

The tears slip free now, hot trails down your cheeks, but you’re smiling—because it’s him. It’s always been him.

You take another step, closing the space between you. “We’re both idiots.”

Bucky lets out a soft laugh, the kind that eases the tension in the room. “Yeah. Huge idiots.”

Your eyes meet his, and for a second, everything feels like it’s finally aligned—like all the messy, complicated, broken parts of you both finally found the right place.

And then you’re moving. Or maybe he is.

But suddenly, his hands are on your face, your fingers tangling into his jacket, and his lips crash into yours.

It’s messy at first—full of months of pent-up tension and emotion, the kind of kiss that feels like letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. His lips are warm and soft, but there’s urgency there, a desperation to make up for all the lost time.

You melt into him, your entire body softening as his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you closer. His metal hand is gentle against your back, the coolness of it sending shivers up your spine.

You can feel his smile against your lips, and it makes you smile too, the kiss growing softer, slower, like the both of you realize there’s no more need to rush. You have time now. You have each other.

When you finally pull back, breathless and grinning, his forehead rests against yours. His eyes are shining, filled with so much emotion it makes your heart ache.

“So,” he murmurs, brushing a thumb across your cheek, “guess this makes us official?”

You laugh, tears and happiness mixing in your chest. “We haven’t even been on a real date yet.”

He chuckles, pulling you closer. “Guess we kinda skipped that part.”

“I don’t mind,” you say softly, tracing your fingers along his jaw. “I’ve waited long enough for this.”

He smiles—really smiles—and for the first time in a long time, it reaches his eyes.

“Well,” he says, his voice low, “how about we start with breakfast tomorrow? A real date.”

You grin. “It’s a plan.”

And then he kisses you again—slow and sweet—and this time, there’s no rush. No fear. Just you and him, finally exactly where you were always meant to be.

The sun is barely peeking through the curtains when you feel it—the familiar weight of Bucky’s arm slung across your waist, his face buried against your neck. His warm breath fans across your skin as he mumbles something incoherent, still half-asleep, but his hold on you tightens, like he’s afraid you might disappear if he lets go.

“Bucky,” you whisper, not really wanting to move but feeling the slight cramp in your legs from being in the same position for too long.

He groans, his metal arm wrapping around you too now, practically cocooning you against him. “No. Stay.”

You can’t help but smile, your heart warming at the sheer neediness in his voice. This has become a pattern—every morning, Bucky wakes up wrapped around you like his life depends on it, refusing to let you go even when the sun’s fully up and the smell of coffee is drifting through the apartment.

“You’re so clingy,” you tease, running your fingers through his messy hair.

He pulls back just enough to look at you, his blue eyes soft but laced with a hint of worry. “You mind?”

It’s such a simple question, but it holds so much weight. You know what he’s really asking. He’s asking if it’s too much—if he’s too much.

You shake your head immediately, your fingers trailing down to cup his cheek. “I love it, Bucky. I love you.”

His shoulders relax at that, and a slow smile spreads across his face. “Good. ‘Cause I don’t think I can stop.”

“Don’t. I like having my own personal heater.”

He laughs, the sound low and gravelly, before leaning in to press a soft kiss to your forehead.

You lie there for a while longer, tangled up in each other, until your stomach growls loud enough to make Bucky chuckle.

“Sounds like someone needs breakfast,” he teases, finally releasing you from his grasp.

You stretch your arms above your head, grinning. “I think someone promised me pancakes today.”

Bucky sits up, raking a hand through his hair. “I did. And I’m a man of my word.”

Getting out of bed is a slow process, mostly because Bucky keeps finding excuses to pull you back in for one more kiss. But eventually, you’re both dressed and out the door, hand in hand as you walk down the street to your favorite breakfast spot.

It’s a little diner on the corner—nothing fancy, but it’s cozy and has the best pancakes you’ve ever had. Bucky insists on sitting on the same side of the booth as you, his thigh pressed against yours, his arm draped over your shoulders. It’s a simple thing, but it makes your heart flutter every time.

The waitress comes over with two cups of coffee, already knowing your orders by heart. Bucky smiles at her before turning back to you, his fingers absentmindedly tracing circles on your arm.

“This is nice,” he says softly, as if the realization is just sinking in.

You look around the diner—the clinking of dishes, the soft hum of conversation, the sunlight streaming through the windows—and then back at him. “Yeah, it really is.”

You eat in comfortable silence, stealing bites from each other’s plates. Bucky pretends to be scandalized when you take a forkful of his pancakes, but you can see the amusement dancing in his eyes.

“Hey! Those are mine,” he says, though he makes no move to stop you.

You grin, mouth full. “Should’ve ordered more if you didn’t want to share.”

He shakes his head, laughing under his breath. “You’re lucky I like you.”

After breakfast, you wander through the nearby park, the crisp morning air making your breath visible. Bucky keeps your hand in his the entire time, occasionally stopping just to pull you into a kiss, like he can’t help himself.

These mornings become a routine—simple, quiet, but filled with so much warmth. You try different breakfast spots around the city, some fancy, some hole-in-the-wall, but it’s never really about the food. It’s about the time together, the way Bucky looks at you like you’re the most important thing in his world, the way he instinctively reaches for you, like he needs to feel you close.

You start to notice more and more how touch-starved he really is. It’s in the small things—the way his hand always finds yours, even when you’re just watching TV. The way he’ll come up behind you in the kitchen, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder. The way he sleeps almost on top of you, as if the closeness helps keep the nightmares at bay.

One morning, a few weeks into your breakfast tradition, you’re sitting at a tiny café with outdoor seating. It’s chilly, but Bucky insisted on sitting outside, claiming the fresh air was good for him. You’re bundled up in your jacket, sipping on a hot latte, when you notice Bucky watching you intently.

“What?” you ask, smiling at him over the rim of your cup.

He shakes his head, his eyes filled with something soft and unspoken. “Nothing. Just… this is more than I ever thought I’d have.”

You reach across the table, taking his hand in yours. “You deserve this, Bucky. You deserve to be happy.”

He swallows hard, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. “I didn’t think I could be. Not really. But you… you make me feel like I can.”

Your heart aches at the vulnerability in his voice. You squeeze his hand. “You’re not broken, Bucky. You never were.”

He looks down for a moment before meeting your eyes again, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“And you’re the clingiest boyfriend ever,” you tease, trying to lighten the mood.

He laughs, the sound full and genuine. “Guilty.”

You spend the rest of the morning wandering around the city, stopping into little shops, Bucky’s arm always around you. He buys you a pastry from a bakery just because you mentioned once that you liked their croissants. It’s small gestures like that that make you fall for him even harder.

Eventually, the topic of telling Sam comes up.

“We should probably tell him,” you say one evening, curled up on the couch together.

Bucky groans, burying his face in your shoulder. “He’s never gonna let me live it down.”

You laugh, running your fingers through his hair. “He already knows, Bucky. He’s been waiting for this since forever.”

“He’s gonna be so smug.”

“He deserves it. He’s been our biggest supporter.”

Bucky sighs dramatically but agrees.

When you finally meet up with Sam, it’s at a small bar you all like. Sam’s already there, two beers in front of him, when you and Bucky walk in hand in hand.

Sam looks up, taking in the sight of you two together, and immediately bursts out laughing.

“I knew it!” he says, pointing a finger at Bucky. “I told you this would happen!”

Bucky rubs the back of his neck, sheepish. “Yeah, yeah. You were right.”

Sam stands up, pulling you both into a hug. “I’m happy for you guys. Took you long enough.”

You all sit down, the conversation flowing easily. Sam teases Bucky relentlessly, but it’s all good-natured, and Bucky takes it in stride.

At one point, Sam leans over to you. “You know he’s a total softie now, right?”

You laugh. “Oh, I know. He’s the clingiest person I’ve ever met.”

Bucky glares playfully at both of you but doesn’t deny it.

It’s moments like this—simple, filled with love and laughter—that make you realize just how much your life has changed.

And you wouldn’t trade it for anything.

The room is cloaked in soft darkness, the hum of the city faint beyond the windows. You're wrapped in Bucky’s arms, his chest rising and falling steadily against your back, the cool metal of his vibranium arm resting around your waist. It’s moments like this — peaceful, quiet — where you feel him relax the most, where the weight of his past seems to lift just enough for him to breathe freely.

You shift slightly under the covers, careful not to disturb him, feeling the deep rumble of his breathing as he sleeps. He’s been doing better lately — fewer nightmares, more restful nights — and you hoped, maybe, they were starting to fade. But part of you always knew they lingered beneath the surface, waiting for a crack to break through.

You’re drifting between sleep and wakefulness when you feel it — the subtle shift in his breathing. At first, it’s nothing, just a hitch in his chest, but then his grip on you tightens, the vibranium arm coiling closer, colder.

“Bucky?” you whisper softly, still half-asleep, but something about the tension in his body makes your heart race.

There’s no response — only the feeling of his metal fingers tightening around you, moving upwards from your waist to your chest. You shift, trying to gently wake him, but then the coolness of the vibranium presses against your throat.

“Bucky!” you call out, sharper now, panic seeping into your voice.

His metal arm locks around your neck, not crushing but firm enough that your breath catches, your pulse hammering in your ears. You claw at his wrist, not out of fear, but desperate to wake him. His breathing is erratic now, harsh gasps tearing through his chest as if he’s in the depths of a nightmare, trapped.

“Bucky, it’s me! Wake up!” you shout again, your fingers gripping his arm.

For a second, there’s nothing — just the terrifying strength of his hold — but then, like a switch flipping, his eyes snap open. Wild, glassy, unfocused. His entire body jerks, and his metal arm releases you instantly, his face contorting in horror as he scrambles away from you, nearly falling off the bed.

“Y/N! Oh my God—” His voice cracks, his chest heaving as he stares at you, eyes wide with pure panic.

You cough, your hand instinctively reaching for your throat where his arm had been, though there’s barely a mark — just the faintest hint of pressure lingering on your skin.

“I didn’t— I didn’t mean to—” Bucky stammers, his hands shaking, one metal and one flesh, as he backs further away. He’s on the edge of the bed now, looking like he’s about to bolt.

“Bucky, it’s okay,” you say quickly, your voice still hoarse but gentle.

But he’s already spiraling, his head shaking furiously. “I— I could’ve killed you. I almost— I had my arm—” His breathing is ragged, bordering on hyperventilating.

You move toward him carefully, trying not to spook him further, but he flinches when you get too close. The look on his face rips through you — pure terror mixed with disgust, not at you, but at himself.

“Bucky, listen to me. I’m fine.”

His eyes are fixed on your throat, as if expecting to see bruises forming. “I— I felt it. I was— I could’ve crushed—”

“You didn’t,” you insist, your hands reaching out, though he stays frozen, his body taut with tension. “I’m here. I’m breathing. You stopped before anything happened.”

But the guilt is already sinking deep into him, like poison. “I can’t— I can’t stay here. What if it happens again? What if I don’t stop next time?”

“You did stop,” you say, firmer now, moving closer despite his protests. “Bucky, you woke up. You let go.”

He swallows hard, but his eyes are glassy, rimmed red with unshed tears. “I can’t trust myself. I can’t—”

You close the gap between you, kneeling in front of him even as his hands fist into the sheets, his whole body trembling. You reach for his metal hand, hesitating just a beat before placing yours over it.

His fingers twitch under your touch, but he doesn’t pull away.

“You think I’m scared of you?” you ask softly.

“You should be,” he growls, though his voice breaks mid-sentence, pain lacing every word.

“I’m not,” you whisper. “I know you. I know your heart, Bucky. That wasn’t you — it was a nightmare. And the second you woke up, you stopped.”

“I could’ve hurt you.”

“But you didn’t,” you press, guiding his metal hand to rest over your heart. “Feel that? I’m okay. I’m here.”

His fingers tremble against your chest, and when he finally looks up at you, tears spill over, slipping silently down his cheeks.

“I don’t deserve this. I don’t deserve you.”

Your own throat tightens at his words, your heart breaking in your chest. “You deserve everything good in this world, Bucky. Even if you don’t see it yet.”

He lets out a choked sob, his body sagging forward until his forehead presses against your shoulder. You wrap your arms around him, pulling him close, feeling the weight of him as he finally lets himself collapse into you.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispers against your skin.

“I know,” you murmur, running your fingers through his hair. “But you don’t have to be. Not for this.”

It takes a long while for his breathing to steady, for the tremors to leave his hands, but eventually, you feel the tension begin to ease from his body.

You guide him back onto the bed gently, though he hesitates, his eyes flicking to his metal arm like it’s the enemy.

“I don’t know if I can—” he starts, but you cut him off.

“You can,” you say firmly. “Lay with me. Please.”

He swallows hard, but when you lie back against the pillows and open your arms, he finally gives in, moving slowly, cautiously, until his head rests against your chest.

At first, his body remains rigid, his breathing shallow, but as your fingers comb through his hair and your heartbeat thuds steadily beneath his ear, he starts to melt into you. His metal arm, which had been curled tightly against his side, now hesitantly moves, wrapping around your waist, though his touch is featherlight, as if still scared to hold on too tightly.

You press a soft kiss to the crown of his head. “See? You’re okay. We’re okay.”

His voice is muffled against your chest when he finally speaks again. “I was back there. In the chair. I could feel it. I could hear them.”

You tighten your arms around him, feeling the weight of his confession settle deep inside you. “But you’re not there anymore. You’re here. With me.”

His fingers dig lightly into your side, seeking more contact, more grounding. “I was so scared. Of what I might do.”

“I know,” you whisper, tears pricking your eyes. “But you fought it, Bucky. You won.”

There’s a long silence, filled only with the soft sound of your breathing. And then, finally, you feel him fully relax, his head heavy against your chest, his body no longer trembling.

“I don’t deserve you,” he whispers again, but this time, there’s less conviction in his voice.

“You deserve love, Bucky. You deserve peace,” you say, running your fingers through his hair, feeling his body sag deeper into yours.

It takes time, but eventually, his breathing evens out, and you realize he’s fallen asleep — this time, peacefully, safely, his head cradled against your heart.

You hold him there, vowing silently that you’ll be here for all of it — the nightmares, the darkness, and the moments of light that you know will only grow stronger.

Because if there’s one thing you know for certain, it’s this: Bucky Barnes is worth fighting for. Even when he can’t see it himself.

[spidernuggets]

Reader being Jason's girlfriend, who doesn't know about their double life, casually blurting out that she was never a fan of Batman and Robin or that she prefers Superman and the whole family is offended. 😭

love your writing, btw<3

-🪩

Jason Todd x Fem!Reader

"No, no, you're right, babe. Superman tops Batman for sure."

"Ah, Ms. Y/n, pleasure to see you," Alfred opens the door to see you patiently waiting with a smile.

"Hey, Alfie! Is Jay home? He asked me to hang out with him today."

"He's in the living room with the rest of the family. Come in, come in," he steos to the side, giving you to room to enter.

"Oh, yeah!" You exclaimed, reaching into your bag. "I did that cookie recipe you gave me! They're not as good as yours, but they're sure better than the cookies I've made before. D'you mind taste testing for me?" You ask, handing over a tupperware full of cookies.

"I thank you for the charming remark, Ms. Y/n. I'm sure your cookies are as excellent." He says, taking a bite from a cookie.

"Nah, now you're just being too modest, Alfie," you laugh as he does too.

"Well, this is a marvellous improvement, Ms. Y/n," Alfred says, happily taking another one. "Come on now, let's go join the others."

The two of you walk towards the living room and see everyone there.

"Y/n!!" Stephanie shouts, running over to you, embracing you in a tight hug. "Ugh, it felt like forever since I've seen you! How are you 'nd Jason? Is he being an asshole like always?" She snickers.

You laugh, and before you can reply, Jason is already pushing Stephanie out of the way.

"Don't answer that, N/n. Steph, go away," he grumbles, soon putting on a smile once he stands right in front of you. "Hey, mama," he muttered, pulling you in by the waist, placing a kiss on your forhead.

You giggled at the contact. "Hey, Jay," you kissed his chin. "Hi, Bruce!" You look over Jason's shoulder, wavung to Bruce, who was sat on the armchair, looking through the newspaper.

"Y/n, always a pleasure," he says before going back to reading.

Jason takes your hand and guides you to the couch, making you sit on his lap. "Sorry I couldn't go out for our date today, sugar. Someone wouldn't let me leave," he emphasised, glaring at Bruce.

"It's scarce that everyone is here at once, Master Jason. It's a good opportunity for bonding." Alfred says behind him.

You kiss his cheek, which makes his heart race. "It's okay, Jay. It's nice hangin' out with you and your family."

"Yeah, kick his ass!" Steph shouts at the TV.

Last night's news was playing, showing footage of Batman and Robin, and their alliances, taking out some of Gotham's frequent villains and criminals.

"Do you guys always watch the news?" You asked, curious that they aren't watching something more entertaining.

You didn't notice it, but the whole family seemed to hesitate by your question.

"The news is a suitable way of keeping us informed of Gotham's latest activities. Just in case there are needs of safety plans for us," Damian says, sitting on the chair beside you, petting Titus.

"Plus, it's good to see Batman and Robin in action. Just in case there's anything they need to improve on." Bruce mutters that last statement, sending a sharo glare towards Damian, who, last night, didn't follow direct orders and backfired a section of the mission.

Damian ignored this statement and kept focusing on Titus.

You rested your head on Jason's shoulder. "Mm. I was never really a fan of Batman and Robin."

The whole room freezes, leaving the news to continue playing, and all heads turn towards you. The sudden attention had you tensed up.

"What?" You quietly ask.

"Batman and Robin are always keeping the streets clear of crime. How can you not like them?" Damian asks with a scowl on his face.

"I don't don't like them. They just don't pique my interest." You shrugged.

"Well what about their alliances," Tim asked. "Red Robin? Spoiler? Orphan? Red Hood?"

The questioning about Red Hood had Jason's full attention on you now.

"I dunno, I guess I prefer Red Hood. He's pretty cool," your unsure opinion had Jason mentally punching the air in victory.

"But.. to be honest, I kinda like Superman over all the superheroes," you smiled.

It was the calm before the storm. You didn't think a little opinion could've caused such a ruckus.

Even Bruce looked away from the newspaper annoyed.

"Why Superman? He's only so great because he has superpowers. Batman has no superpowers and can still put so many behind bars!" Bruce exclaimed.

Subtle. Jason thought.

"I'm sorry! I didn't know that you guys like these superheroes so much!" You said, almost scared that you somehow offended the family.

Jason then kisses your temple. "No, no, you're right, babe. Superman tops Batman for sure," Jason says, narrowing his eyes and sending a snarky grin towards Bruce, which, in response, he rolls his eyes and backs away from the conversation, going back to his newspaper.

"Did I say something wrong?" You quietly ask Jason as the other begin yelling at each other about which Batman ally is better.

Jason smiles, caressing your soft face with his rougher, calloused thumb. "Nah, don't worry, sweet thing. They're just mega Batman fans."

"What about you? Who's your fave?" You ask.

"Red Hood, hands down." He immediately replies.

You nod, thinking for a moment. "Okay. I wanna see more of Red Hood then. He'll be my favourite too." You say.

Jason thinks his heart just exploded. He shifts his right arms under your legs, his other supporting your back as he lifts you up, followed by a yelp coming from you.

"Get ready, babe. You're about to absolutely love Red Hood," he says, carrying you to his room, ready to go on a 5 hour lecture about Red Hood and why he's Gotham's greatest hero.

[chelleztjs18]

The Scene (E.O)

Elizabeth Olsen x Fem!ActressReader ; Rachel McAdams, Benedict Cumberbatch (Platonic)

Summary: Something unexpected happened while you were filming a movie with Lizzie which leads more things out of it.

Warning: None. Just some fluff.

A/n: Hello! I'm back. This fic is from two request that I combined together. This is a made up Kamar Taj scene is being filmed with Rachel McAdams and Benedict Cumberbatch in it. I apologize in advance for any inaccuracies in the scene and golden globes part. Happy reading!

Here are the requests for this fic:

Main Masterlist

What’s better than playing a superhero role in the movie industry? Well, nothing can top the joy and the fun of filming in one of the Marvel movies with your beloved wife, Elizabeth Olsen. You and Lizzie have been married for five months now. It was a very small intimate wedding with family and close friends, just like how you and Lizzie wanted. There was no media nor paparazzi craziness. Both of you try to keep your relationships for two years and the wedding under the radar to enjoy and cherish each other more privately in between busy schedules.

“You did a great job, Lizzie. I can’t believe that you did that scene in one shot. That was pretty hard to do with all the wires and stuff.” Benedict compliments her as he takes a seat next to her, taking a break.

“Aww thanks, Ben. I was actually nervous. You know me with heights, never a fan of it.” Lizzie lets out her little laugh.

“Oh yeah, I see what you mean. They pull you up pretty high.I bet it can be uncomfortable sometimes, especially with your Scarlet Witch costume right now.” The Wizard cast responds.

“Sometimes but I love this costume. So, I won’t complain.” She laughs again after trying to let out a joke.

Lizzie and Benedict have a great time talking for a little while until she sees something that makes her stomach turn. Anger thundered through her. Her heart aches and she crumbles inside. All emotions mix up in a split second. Lizzie stands up furiously. She can’t believe what she just saw. Seeing Rachel kiss your lips and you don’t even do anything to avoid it, makes her want to get to you right away.

“Liz? Are you okay?” The British man asks confusedly after taking notice of Lizzie's displeased facial expression.

“Yeah. Excuse me. I’ll be right back.” That was all Lizzie said shortly before she rushed her steps with her full Wanda’s costume and barged into the set where you and Rachel are.

“What’s going on here?” Lizzie asks in such anger. You and Rachel look at Lizzie in surprise that neither of you say anything for a few seconds.

The silence from the both of you upset Lizzie even more. Her glossy hurtful eyes look at you in disappointment as she continues telling you how she feels in gritted teeth slowly walking closer to you and Rachel. “After everything we’ve been through, this is what I get in return? Was it a game for you? And to think I would go through the ends of the world for you. Just explain to me why?!” she demands. Her voice gets shaky.

Rachel slowly moves to get to behind you, trying not to get involved between you and Lizzie. Noticing what Rachel is doing, you naturally take a stand in front of her. You were about to tackle everything she said but she didn’t let you. “How could you do this to me?” She added as she spread her palms then clenched them to fists with fury.

Then all of sudden, a familiar voice struck Lizzie’s attention. “Cut! That surprisingly fits perfectly!”

Lizzie quickly turns her head to where the voice came from. She came to realize what was actually going on. She looks at you, Rachel and surroundings. The filming crews are looking at the three of you. Sam, the director smiles satisfiedly.

Her cheeks slowly turn crimson. “Oh my god. I’m so sorry. I–I–I didn’t know that you were filming a scene. Oh my gosh.” She covers her face with her hands for a few seconds and then uncover it. She tries to laugh her embarrassment off. Her cheeks feel warmer from blushing.

“It’s okay but yes, love. I was filming a scene with Rachel.” You replied.

“I’m sorry, Lizzie. It was totally a professional kiss.” Rachel explains in a light joking tone to make your wife feel better.

“No. No, you are totally fine. I’m sorry. I-I just didn’t know that there’s a kissing scene.” Everybody in the room heard what she just said in awe.

“Yes, babe. I told you about it the other night, remember?” you explain yourself as you grab both of her hands to give her the reassurance and comfort she needs. Lizzie tries to recall. “Oooohh yeah. Gosh, I was probably distracted when I was cooking dinner. So embarass–”

You and Lizzie notice that Sam came to talk.

“I’m so sorry, Sam. I totally forgot that there was a kissing scene and I got—” Lizzie awkwardly apologizes but Sam finishes her sentence.

“Jealous? First of all, it was cute. Second of all, it was a brilliant spontaneous scene! I love it. You should see your facial expression on the whole thing.”

“Oh yeah, I could see that, Sam. I thought the Scarlet Witch existed for real for that whole minute.” you joke more as you gently squeeze her hand as your way to let her know that you are with her to comfort her.

“Yeah, but I apologize for ruining the scene.”

“Oh no, you didn’t at all, Lizzie. As a matter of fact, I will change the script and we will use it in the movie. We just need to add some visual effects in it and it’s good to go.” Sam lays out his idea and plan in a thrill.

Hearing his plan, Lizzie’s face slowly shows some relief. “Oh, uh– wow. Okay.” The four of you laugh. “Okay, then. Let’s take a lunch break and we’ll continue in an hour?” Sam announced.

Everybody walks away to take their break but you grab Lizzie’s hand before she turns around. “Feel better, babe?” you try to make sure.

“It was so embarrassing but yes, I feel better.” She smiles then laughs.

“No, I meant that the kiss was just one of the scenes.”

“Uh-y-yes.” She admits and covers her face once again. You pull her hands away and look at her lovingly.

“I would never do that to you nor hurt you like that. I’m all yours I love you.” You kiss her forehead then look at her again.

“Aw. I love you too, y/n. Thank you.”

“You were cute and sexy at the same time when you get jealous though.” You tease her and both of you laugh.

“Oh yeah? Well, you better watch out.” She teases you back.

“Oh, really?” your lips form a teasing smirk. She playfully hits your arm and rolls her eyes.

“You are silly. Let’s go have lunch babe. I’m hungry after all that jealousy I felt.” she grabs your hand and walks with you.

“You are cute.” you follow where Lizzie leads you.

_____

It has been two weeks since the latest Marvel movie came out. It was a hit. People love you and Lizzie in it. You are happy with how positive the public's reaction was. There was a rumor going around that Lizzie improvised on the jealous Scarlet Witch scene after your character kisses Rachel’s. Neither you, Lizzie nor other casts know how the words spread. Lizzie is happy with the fact that people love your acting in the movies. That’s all that matters to her.

Today, you, Lizzie, Rachel and Benedict are invited to the Jimmy Fallon show to talk about the viral movie. Before you got to the location, both you and Lizzie had a talk and decided to be ready if Jimmy asked about your love life. You both think it’s time to let the cats out of the bag about your relationship.

“Welcome everybody! Wow, I feel so safe right now with some of the Marvel superheroes around us.” said the host followed by the cheer and applause from the thrilled audiences.

“Thank you for having us, Jimmy. So good to be back here.” Lizzie expresses her gratitude from where she sits next to the beautiful older actress, Rachel. You adore her beauty from the seat across from her as the dark haired actor next to you chimes in.

Everything went well and it was really fun for everybody. All the casts get their questions.The studio is filled with laughter and excitement.

“Okay, Y/n Y/LN. It’s your turn right now for questions.” Jimmy slightly turns his head to you.

“Oh lord.” you joke as you pretend to look nervous. The audiences and Jimmy laugh at your antics. “I love your character. You have a cool super power in it and as you know a lot of fans are simping your character with the one and only Scarlet Witch.” The crowd can’t hold back themselves with such thrill as soon as Jimmy mentioned the both of you.

You hear Lizzie’s lovely laugh and you glanced at her to see her smile.

“Ah yes, yes. I heard about it.” you respond as you shift the way you sit a little and smile.

“Let’s just go straight to everybody’s favorite scene after you kiss Rachel’s character.” Benedict and Rachel playfully do a hand gesture as if they are locking their mouth. Rachel even throws the imaginary key of the lock to you.

“What? What is it? Are we missing something?” puzzled with what he just saw, Jimmy asked. His gaze bouncing back and forth between the four of you.

“Oh no. Nothing. Nothing.” Benedict denies the question and laughs. Jimmy then looks at Rachel, hoping he will get an answer and Rachel pretends jokingly to look around with a smile.

“Ah, I see. We’ll get back to you two later.” Jimmy adds.

“So, back to you, Y/n.” Jimmy looks at you and with that he interviews you some questions regarding the movie. Three questions and some jokes later, you thought he was done asking you but you were wrong.

“As the newcomer in MCU, fans are dying to know about your current love —” Jimmy was interrupted by the cheering women fans in the studio. He smiles as he slightly lifts up his hand asking for some silence to continue.

You laugh as your cheek blush and you tap your hands gently multiple times on your thighs nervously. You and Lizzie knew sooner or later that this question would come.

“Are you seeing someone now?”

“As in dating or hallucinating?” Once more you joke around and everybody instantly laughs.

“Good one. Good one. Nice try on stalling to answer the question.” Jimmy responds humorously in between laughs.

You sneaked another quick glance to Lizzie then looked at Jimmy. “Well, I’m taken, married actually.” you finally answered and you subtly show the wedding ring on your ring finger and awkwardly laugh.

“Wait.. Wait.. Wait.. What?? When did this all happen? Last time you were here, you were single.” Jimmy exclaimed.

“Yes I was but now I’m happily married.” The audiences are in awe with your answer.

“Okay, okay. Congratulations! Wow. What an exciting surprise. Is your husband from the movie industry as well?” Jimmy asks curiously.

“Wife.” You corrected it with an excited smile. Surely, Jimmy looks surprised yet excited for you. A huge cloud of curiosity flows over Jimmy and all of the audiences instantly.

“Awww! Who is this lucky woman?” Jimmy asks and shortly after people start to chant “Who is she? Who is she?”

The four of you laugh. Rachel and Benedict try to keep their expression that they know the truth. Nobody notices that Lizzie looks at you and gives you a subtle small wink and you take that as your cue that it’s time to let people know.

“Okay. Okay. My wife is a very lovely woman. She is the sweetest so I’m the lucky one. We have been friends since the first time I came to this industry. She helps me and teaches what she knows in acting.”

“Oh?! So she is an actress?” Jimmy tries harder to dig more.

“Yes she is. Lizzie and I have been married for five months now.” In a split second, everybody in their seats cheers, applauses and goes crazy.

“Oh my god! I knew it! I knew it!” Jimmy exclaimed with a huge smile, raising his fists as if he just won a jackpot.

A few minutes later silence slowly covers up the cheerings.

“Okay, since the tea has been spilled, Lizzie, let’s switch seats so you can sit next to your wife.” Benedict stands up and gives up his seat to Lizzie. Everybody looks at you and Lizzie in awe as soon as she sits next to you and holds your hands.

Jimmy quickly connects the dots and asks one unexpected question.

“Wait, so does it mean that the improvised jealous Scarlet Witch was actually real?” An image of the scene shows up on the giant screen as Jimmy’s hand points at it. “I meant Wanda’s expression looks so real that I can even feel it when I watch it. Were you really jealous, Elizabeth?” he continues.

“Uh oh.” Benedict's short remark lures some laugh from you and Lizzie.

“Tell him, Lizzie.” Rachel joins in jokingly.

Lizzie laughs awkwardly, blush creeps up on her cheeks. “Oh my gosh. This was embarrassing. So, in my defense, I didn’t know— well actually I forgot that there was a kissing scene between Y/n and Rachel. I was just taking a break and chilling with Benedict then I saw them kissing, I didn’t know they were filming. So yeah and then that happened. Eeeeend scene.” Lizzie explained.

Jimmy lets out a pretend gasp and looks at Benedicts. “Why didn’t you stop her?” Everybody laughs.

“Oh I was just so puzzled because she just suddenly stood up, excused herself and told me she would be right back. I tried to stop her, I wish I had the time stone with me at that time.” The  dark haired man responded with some laughs.

“Rachel, you were hiding behind Y/n’s back.” Jimmy examines the giant picture.

“Yes, yes I was. To be honest, I was so bamboozled and my mind tried to think if Lizzie was really mad with me because I don’t want her to be mad at me or if it was just Wanda’s part in the scene. My mind starts to question in those short minutes if Wanda will push me with her wiggly woo in it because I have all the wire around me and I wasn’t ready if they were gonna do a sudden pull on me with them.” Rachel smiles at Lizzie and you.

Jimmy nods at Rachel’s answer then looks at you. “I was as confused as Rachel was but I tried to calm her down because I knew it was all a misunderstanding. Lizzie never really shows jealousy but I’m not gonna lie she actually looked so cute and adorable.”  You look at her in adoration and rub your thumb in the back of her hand. Lizzie gives you a smile back.

“Wow, I never knew behind that iconic scene was actually a funny moment. So Sam, the director, decided to use that scene for the movie?” Jimmy lets out his thoughts.

“Yes, he did.” Another shy laugh followed Lizzie’s answer. With that, the show continues with a little more questions and everything goes well.

You and Lizzie are happy with people’s positive reaction at the show about your relationship until some comments you read on social media a few days after.

_____

You and Lizzie are having a relaxing week before the Golden Globe award event this weekend. You are sitting in the backyard scrolling on the internet while Lizzie is doing her gardening vlog.

“Hi babe. What you doin’ there?” Lizzie asks as she grabs a glass of iced tea you made for her and sits next to you once she is done with her plants.

“Oh nothing. Jimmy’s show that we were in is up on the channel and internet. So I was just reading people’s comments.” you answer while your gaze is glued to the screen of your tablet.

“Oh? I hope they are all good comments?” she responds after a sip. “Hm yeah, they are.” you mindlessly answer but she notices your facial expression. You squint a little as you read more. Your eyebrow knitting together and your lips pressing in a straight line without even realizing it.

“What’s wrong, babe?” Lizzie’s tone sounds a little concerned.

“Ah nothing to be worried about, Liz. Some people are just funny with their comments and really need to find something else to do.” your hand did an air quote on the word funny and you laughed.

“What did you mean? What comment? Let me see.” Lizzie's curiosity takes over and she opens her palm, waiting for you to hand her the tablet.

“Just promise me, don’t worry about the comments and ignore them, okay, love. They really don’t bother me.” you subtly demand shortly before you let her read them.

“I can’t believe that Lizzie married Y/n Y/L/N. I hope it was just a lie.”

“Y/n is a new actress, she probably just wanted fame from being with Lizzie.”

“I think this whole thing was a skit to gain more fans attention, she probably lied about being married to Lizzie.”

“Even though IF it was true that they are married, she just uses Lizzie as her ride to fame. I’m sure as soon as she gets enough fame or movies, Y/n will leave her.”

The more she reads the comments, the more upset she looks. “I’m not happy with this, Y/n. We gotta do something about this.”

“No, I don’t think we have to do anything about it. I’m sure the comments will soon be old news and people will forget about it. I don’t really care what people say about me, Lizzie.” you express your point of view.

“I do. I will do something about it.”

“Wait, what are you going to do?”

“We’ll see. Don’t worry, darling. Everything is under control.” She kisses your cheeks and smiles, not giving you any clue what’s on her mind. You try to shrug it off and not to worry about it.

Few days later, there are more comments, both positive and negative about you and Lizzie’s. There are even videos in the media from the influencers or fans talking about them and going viral.

_____

Today is the Golden Globe award day. It’s the first big event since you got married. After hours of getting ready, you and Lizzie finally arrived at the venue. As soon as both of you got out of the car and walked to the red carpet spot, fans went all hyped up and so did the paparazzi and the media. You and Lizzie sometimes stop to sign some autographs.

You hear a bunch of voices calling Lizzie’s and your name. It’s your and Lizzie’s turn to be on the red carpet, camera flashes start to show up from every direction. Lizzie holds your hand as she poses with a smile and her eyes look at the camera.

The photographers caught some cute moments of you and Lizzie smiling at each other with the look of love.

Suddenly, Lizzie pulls you closer to her and kisses you on the lips to show the world how much she loves you and how happily married she is to you. She wanted to show all the internet trolls who said bad things about you to just mind their own business.

After the kiss, Lizzie smiles and says “I love you.” and without a doubt you say it back to her and it all caught on camera.

At the end of the red carpet, Lavern Cox is already waiting for you two to come and interview you.

“Oh my god, here comes the newlywed. One of the IT couples. Hi you guys. Both of you look amazing tonight!” She greets you and Lizzie.

“Hello, Lavern. Thank you. So glad to see you again.” you replied after you and Lizzie gave her friendly kiss on the cheeks.

“Me too, Y/n! Congratulations on the wedding! You both make a perfect couple and Lizzie, that kiss just now, I was in awe when I saw it. That was a pretty strong statement you made after things went viral about you two.” Lavern said shortly before she directed her microphone to Lizzie and you to respond.

You start with an awkward laugh. “I really didn’t expect the kiss, Lizzie always surprises me with her lovely and sweet gesture. I really appreciate her ways of showing her love and I’m really proud to show up as her wife tonight.” You can’t hold back a smile as soon as you are done saying your part and Lizzie takes her turn. Lizzie’s eyes are drinking the view of your smile in awe.

“Nice to see you again, Lavern. Thank you. It’s always nice to see our friends here and I think tonight is the perfect time for us to openly come out as being married to each other. I thank all the fans for their support and I would also like to tell some of the people who spread bad words or lies about Y/n to just leave her alone. We are happily married, we love each other sincerely. Y/n has been a great partner for me and she loves me for who I am. She could be famous even without me because she is a very talented actress and amazing person.” Her gentle smile looks totally opposite from her subtle firm tone as she expresses her thoughts towards the end of her statement.

“I couldn’t agree more with you, Lizzie. Wow, I love you so much for standing up for Y/n.” Lavern compliments her and continues with a few more questions about the outfits you and Lizzie wear tonight before the usher leads the two of you to the ballroom.

After having a little small talk with the others on the table, you gently hold Lizzie’s hand under the table and whisper to her “Thank you so much for standing up for me. I’m so lucky to have you.”

Lizzie’s gaze gently locks on yours and she replies with a loving smile. “Of course, babe. Like I said, everything is under control.” she gives you a quick peck on your lips then tonight’s host starts the event.

Everybody had a great time. At the end of the night, the crowd cheers even more positively as you and Lizzie walk out.

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