#𝐍𝐀𝐎𝐌𝐈 ft. emiliano mansini

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"Is it?" Naomi hissed back, stressed to all hell about this whole situation. This was a stupid idea, an idiot would come up with something as convoluted as this which meant she was most definitely an idiot. "Someone is going to figure this out, I suck at keeping secrets." She sighed, turning around to face her back to the rest of the partygoers and focus on the shot she so desperately needed. "It's not you, you're -" Naoms paused to give him a once over and an appreciative look, "you're perfect. You're exactly what I need but it's me. I'm the problem. I don't know why I thought I could pull something like this off. My sister is going to know immediately, my fucking ex - he's going to see right through this." She was rambling now, on the verge of a real spiral all rooted in the fact that her ex boyfriend was the best man and she was determined to look like she had her life together. And a man who loved her. What had she been thinking??

emiliano had gotten to a point in his career where he was selective about the jobs he took. his prices were high but fair for what he offered, but he’d never once taken a wedding. not until now. this one was lavish, to say the least. the amount of events leading up to the wedding alone that he would be in attendance for had earned an exorbitant fee. he was old fashioned, so the cash she’d handed him in the backseat of the cab after meeting at the airport was sitting in an envelope in his suitcase. they’d had little time to get ready, dropping off their bags at her parents sprawling home and leaving the glaring issue of the bed they were to share as a problem for later. as they stood there at the bar, emiliano noticed now how tense she was, his back pressing into it as he leaned closer to her. “you look stressed. take a breath. it’s okay.” he turned, signalling the bartender himself and ordering them both shots. the party was bustling at this point, no one would notice. “this doesn’t work if me standing this close makes you clam up.” his hand hovered over her lower back. 

open to f/nb plot: inspired by the wedding date. your muse is the maid of honor at her sister’s wedding and has hired an escort to be her date/make her look good 

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When he picked up the shots, her eyes followed the glasses before shifting to meet his eyes. Whatever he said, Naomi would believe because he was a man who had a plan and his plans so far had been great - although she'd only seen one plan and that was putting luggage into an overhead container on the plane. Still. "Okay." She swallowed shakily and took the shot from him before throwing it back. The liquor burned but it was a good feeling, it forced her out of her spiral at least. This time when his arm wrapped around her waist, Naomi felt comforted by it. His whole presence was like a weighted blanket...something she was missing and wished she had been able to pack if only it hadn't weighted forty pounds. "Right, yeah. That's fine, I can do that and if I'm going - wait, how will you know? You'll just know to kiss me or something? At this rate, you're just going to have to kiss me the whole time." Oh God, she was quickly starting to freak out again.

continued from here on beta for @disillusicnd

It didn’t take someone particularly perceptive to see that things were beginning to go south when they’d barely begun. Still, Emiliano considered this job as inclusive of whatever pep talks that Naomi needed to get through this wedding. It was his job to reassure as much as it was his job to make her look good and he could do that. He’d always been good at that, another reason this job had been well suited to him. Chuckling softly at the reassurance she offered him, as if he was worried, he listened as she explained herself. “Naomi,” As the bartender poured their shots, he took both of them, holding them as he spoke. “Here is what you’re gonna do. You’re gonna stop with the bullshit negative self talk. You’re gonna take this shot and then you’re going to relax your shoulders.” Finally, he handed it to her, clinking his shot glass with hers before he threw his back and placed it back down on the bar. His hand then slid around her waist, pulling her slightly closer to him. “You can trust me, okay? No one’s gonna see through it. They’ll just think you’re nervous introducing your new man at a gigantic family event. And if you’re about to say something dumb, I’ll just kiss you before you can.” He smiled, waiting till she realised he was kidding. Well, mostly.