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alpacaparkaseok · 4 years ago

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The Passport

Requested by anon - a picture of your request will be at the bottom of the post! Enjoy! Thanks for requesting!

Pairing: Namjoon x reader

Premise: You embark on a memorable journey in an attempt to return Kim Namjoon’s passport. What lengths will you go to in order to return his passport on time?

Warnings: none, this is literal crackhead fluff lol. emphasis on the crackhead.

Word Count: 3.2k

It all started in the morning. You knew, leaving the house that morning with a skip in your step and the sun shining down on you, that something was off. Something was bound to go wrong.

It wasn’t until 11:30, sitting at brunch with some of your friends, that you caught your first whiff of trouble.

Literally.

Rebecca, one of your oldest friends, had insisted on pretending to be rich and fancy for a day. She’d dragged you and the rest of your friends to a penthouse-like restaurant, commanding you to wear your finest ‘casual wear’, whatever that was supposed to mean.

Long story short, you felt like some sort of avid golf fan in your skirt and blouse. Or maybe a polo fan, cheering on the magnificent horses and their riders.

You were so consumed in your menu and trying to find the cheapest thing they had to offer without looking like a fraud, that you hadn’t noticed the room falling into a quiet buzz of excitement. Hadn’t noticed any sort of change in the air.

Except your nose had.

You unconsciously scooted in closer to the table when out of your peripheral you saw a group of people making their way over to the empty tables nearest you. They shimmied behind you and the table opposite your own, making sure to not interrupt your dining experience. Then you smelled it.

The most wonderful, fresh cologne you’d ever smelled. The smell was light enough that it had you wondering for a moment if you had just imagined the hint of pine, but another sniff confirmed what your nostrils already knew.

Whoever had just entered the fancy, no-good for college budgets restaurant knew exactly what worked for them. And it was that cologne. Naturally, you glanced over to see just who it was that graced your nose with such a beautiful smell.

And that, it the precise moment that you learned that Kim Namjoon, leader of BTS and dimple extraordinaire, smells like roses and pine.

Oh, and the slightest hint of jasmine.

Now, the only problem with that knowledge is the fact that you will never be able to get it out of your head. No longer will Namjoon in blue jeans and a tucked in t-shirt be your greatest weakness, as it had been before. No, that’s ancient history as far as that tantalizing fragrance is concerned.

“Enjoying the view?” Rebecca croons from across the table, ripping your attention away from the man that just took his seat. From this angle, you have the perfect view of those dimples.

The rest of the brunch passes by with little to no incident. The only thing that keeps you from staring at the group that’s CD has a permanent residency in your car’s stereo is the fact that you know your friends will take matters into their own hands if they catch you. Rebecca will surely embarrass you, if only because you’ve done the same thing to her countless times.

Leticia to your right elbows you lightly, grinning. “You know, RM keeps looking over at you.”

Your eyes practically bulge out of their sockets. “It’s not nice to tease!”

“It’s true!” Bianca pipes up a bit too loudly. She covers her mouth, looking embarrassed. “I mean, it’s true!” She whisper shouts. “He can only go about thirty seconds without looking at you. Maybe he’s worried you’re going to choke or something.”

You roll your eyes. “Wow, how considerate of him.”

Munching on a lettuce wrap that costs about the same as your statistics textbook, you nearly choke on it as the group finishes their meal and begins to make their way out of the restaurant. You scoot your chair back in, cursing your reddened cheeks even as you prepare yourself for the onslaught of Namjoon’s cologne again.

“Excuse us,” Namjoon says, the sound of his voice enough to have you staring at Rebecca as though she’s a lifeline. If you can make it through this experience without passing out, you can surely accomplish anything.

“Have a good day!” Bianca chirps, smiling widely. Jung Hoseok - yeah, the sunshine of the world - smiles back.

“Thank you,” he replies. He glances over at you and then, to your eternal horror, he looks at Namjoon with a pointed stare.

“Er...” Namjoon stumbles over his words, looking like he would rather eat the tablecloth than have to say two words to you. You try to hide your disappointment, closing your mouth and opting for a pleasant smile.

It’s the wrong move, honestly. Now you’re stuck smelling in his cologne and wondering how it’s humanly possible for someone to smell so beautiful.

Namjoon fiddles with his sleeves before looking over to you, a lightning bolt jolting your senses at the sudden eye contact.

“You...you’re very pretty.”

In your own defense, your mouth is not the only one that drops open in shock. No, Bianca, Leticia, and Rebecca mirror your state of shock.

Bianca recovers all too quickly, playfully pushing your shoulder as she exclaims, “See! I told you he was staring!”

Fighting the urge to flee the scene, you plaster on your most nonchalant expression and turn back to Namjoon with pink cheeks. You’re relieved to see his own cheeks tinted pink.

“I- thank you!”

At this point all of the boys have paused in their exit, turning to look back at Namjoon with silly grins. Namjoon notices their attention, nodding his head to you and his eyes dropping to stare at the carpet.

“You’re welcome, haveaniceday,” Namjoon spits out, thrusting a napkin into your hands before before turning on his heel and making a beeline for the exit. He shoulders past the members who give him pats on the back and laugh a little at their leader’s shyness.

With one final look over his shoulder and an annoyed sigh at Jin who mumbles a teasing remark to him, Namjoon leaves.

You stare and stare at the exit, your brain short-circuiting as you replay your short exchange over and over again. In your hands sits the napkin - an actual, cloth napkin that is silky soft - marred (or perfected) by Namjoon’s scrawl.

It doesn’t say a single word. Just boasts his phone number.

“What,” you breathe out, still staring at the exit, “just happened?”

Your question seems to break the spell that had your friends mute, and suddenly all four of your burst out into giddy laughter.

“I have no idea,” Rebecca says through her giggles, “But I wish I had that on camera!”

Leticia is the one to notice it first. As the four of you get up to leave, she sees something laying on the seat where Namjoon sat. You know it’s where he sat, because you’ve burned the image into your mind.

You’ve also memorized his phone number. As has Bianca, who read it over your shoulder about seven times before sitting back down in her seat.

“It looks like they left something behind,” Leticia muses, wandering over to their abandoned table. “Oh, no way!” She bursts out into laughter, pointing down at the chair.

The rest of us scramble over just in time to see Leticia hoist the item up into the air.

It’s a passport.

Rebecca grabs your arm, looking at me with wide eyes. “This is a sign! I swear, it’s a sign!”

You frown at her, rubbing at the sore spot from where she’s grabbed a hold of you. “What do you mean? How is this a sign? Have you lost it?”

“No, I get what she’s saying!” Bianca shouts, drawing the attention of anyone that hasn't noticed the commotion yet. “He gave you his number, and now you have the perfect reason to text him! And see him again!”

You snort in disbelief even though your heart is nearly pounding out of your chest. “...right. Because people just leave their passports lying around as calling cards these days.”

Leticia flips through the passport, eyes widening at all of the stamps. “I mean...this is Kim Namjoon we’re talking about. Doesn’t he lose his passport all the time?”

“Exactly, so I-”

“So you need to return it to him,” Rebecca interrupts, smiling devilishly. “C’mon. Text him and tell him. He’s probably freaking out right now.”

You groan, but know that you should. Pulling your phone out, you ignore your friends’ cheers. “If I embarrass myself, so help me...”

You text him.

Or rather, you begin to type out some form of message before groaning and throwing your phone at Rebecca. Naturally, she grabs your phone and types out a message, sending it off before you can even get a look at it.

In your despair and agony (yes, you’re aware that you often overreact), you don’t realize what’s transpired until the girls are squealing over Namjoon’s response.

“Look, look!” Rebecca yells, thrusting your phone toward your face. “Isn't he so cute?!”

Kim Namjoon 😱😍: I’m so sorry, I can’t believe I left that there. Are you available tonight? We could meet up somewhere? Sorry again for the inconvenience.

You groan, snatching your phone back. “Ugh, you people. Can’t even function over a simple text.”

“Oh, you’re one to talk,” Leticia chides. “Weren’t you the one going on about how good he smells for the past thirty minutes?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You do.

Me: Sure, that’s fine!

Me: Where do you need me to go?

You’ve all piled into the back of Leticia’s car by the time Namjoon responds. What he says makes your jaw drop for the second time that day.

Kim Namjoon 😱😍: About that...do you know where the Grammy’s are being held tonight?

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“What?” Leticia asks, looking back at in through the rear view mirror. “What did he say?”

You furiously type out a response, heart rate picking up. “Umm...I forgot that the Grammy’s were happening tonight.”

Me: I think so...why?

“It sounds like he wants to meet there...?”

Kim Namjoon 😱😍: I’ll get you a backstage pass, if you’re alright with it. Some of the staff will be there to help you out, you can leave the passport with them.

Your heart sinks a little. “But it sounds like I’ll just be meeting with his staff. Makes sense, I guess. He’ll be busy and - what?”

Bianca and Rebecca are staring me down, and you can practically see the gears shifting in their minds.

“Why don’t we get you ready for this little rendezvous?” Bianca asks, rubbing her hands together like some evil villain.

“But I’m not even going to see him,” You protest. “And I’m just going backstage! Nobody is going to see me.”

“Doubt it,” Rebecca states. “He just doesn’t want to freak you out. He’ll be there. I’m sure of it. And when he sees you...”

“He’ll think I look ridiculous!” You shout, staring at your reflection in the mirror with disgust. “This is horrible.”

Indeed, the gaudy red dress was a bit too much. Even the consultant of the shop appeared inclined to agree with you.

“You’re right,” Leticia sighed. “Try on the next one.”

It hadn’t taken too much convincing to get you to go to the nearest dress store, you friends absolutely positive that you would see Namjoon tonight. When you did, he was sure to be dressed to the nine’s. You just didn’t want to look too out of place.

Casually formal.

If that’s a thing.

So far, it’s been a nightmare trying to find a suitable dress. Most have been bordering on junior prom vibes, however you try to cling to hope as you try on the next dress.

It’s a beautiful black dress with flowers stitched onto the lace overlay. The black slip falls to your knees, the overlay brushing against your calves.

When you exit the room, it’s easy to tell that this one is going to be the favorite. Especially once Rebecca chuckles under her breath.

“Oh, he’s gonna freak.”

One purchase and makeover later, you smile at your reflection in the mirror. You went for a more natural look, your hair falling in gentle curls and light makeup bringing out your eyes. You’re just slipping on your shoes when you get a text from Namjoon.

Kim Namjoon 😱😍: Ok, I hope you’re still ok to meet up! I’m so sorry again. I’ll send over the link for your pass. They’ll just scan it at the main entrance and then again at entrance 3. Sound good?

You take a deep breath, looking to your friends for support. They nod encouragingly, Leticia clutching her keys. All four of you will drive over. Hopefully they’ll manage to keep you sane on the ride over.

Me: Sounds perfect. And really, don’t worry about it. It happens to the best of us.

You’ve barely gotten into the car when Namjoon sends you the link as well as another message.

Kim Namjoon 😱😍: You know, if you leave right now there should be a few refreshments leftover from our staff. ;) Let me know when you get here!

“Oh, this man is going to be the death of me.”

The entire area where the Grammy’s are being held are packed with cars and fans clambering to get a look at their favorite celebrities on the red carpet. The red carpet interviews have only just begun, and you can’t help but wonder if Namjoon and the rest of the boys are out there already.

Smoothing out your dress, you can’t decide if you want them to be or not. Your heart is pounding from the overload of excitement and nerves.

With shaking hands your extend the barcode Namjoon sent you to the security at the main entrance and again at the 3rd. Once the car has been parked, you send a message off to Namjoon letting him know that you’ve arrived. Chances are he’s on the red carpet and isn’t going to see it, but at least you did what he asked.

“We’ll be right here when you’re finished!” Rebecca calls out as you clamber out of the car. You can’t help but laugh, feeling like a little kid being dropped off for school.

“You look freaking hot!” Bianca shouts, making you rush away and into the hallway crowded with people.

You follow the signs plastered up on the walls, pointing you toward BTS. Hopefully there are some people that will know you’re coming-

“Joon, we’ve really got to get out there now,” a voice you recognize as J-hope drifts over to you as you make your way toward an open door.

“I know,” Namjoon’s voice replies, and just like that your stomach is filled with butterflies tying impressive knots in your stomach. “But she just texted saying she’s here. I feel like it’s rude to just leave her to see the staff and not thank her in person.”

Jin’s voice is loud and clear. “Don’t lie to us. We all know that you just want to see her again. I’m starting to think you left your passport on purpose.”

You hold your breath, willing your cheeks to go back to a normal color. It does’t work.

“Ok boys, 5 more minutes. Tops. You’ve really got to get going, people are waiting.” Someone says over their shoulder as they step out of the room. They’re eyes almost immediately land on you, going a little wide. “Oh, are you here with the passport?”

Everyone seems to quiet down inside of the room, but a few harsh whispers and some footsteps later Namjoon is popping his head out of the door. As soon as he sees you his eyes light up even as he turns a little red.

“You made it!” He grins. “And wow. You look...”

You look down at your dress, fidgeting under the sudden attention. “A little out of place, I know. I didn’t know if it was ok to show up just in casual wear, so this is kinda what happened.”

Namjoon steps out into the hallway, and you swear you can hear Jungkook whining about how he wanted to see what’s happening. He’s quickly shushed by the others.

You’re engulfed by that same smell as this morning, and it takes everything in your willpower not to close your eyes and breathe it in. Namjoon must have barely reapplied his cologne.

“I was going to say you look stunning.” Now arriving just a step away from you, Namjoon smiles softly down at you. “Absolutely stunning.”

Your hands shake as you are at a loss for words, rummaging around your purse until you produce Namjoon’s passport. Staring at his tie and nowhere else, you extend it to him.

“H-here you go.”

As if trying to kill you right then and there, Namjoon’s fingers linger over your own as he takes the passport, quietly thanking you. “Um, this may sound a little strange but...”

You look up at him, a bit distracted by the way his hair is styled away from his face. Only a couple of thick strands kiss his forehead, making him look like he just stepped out of a novel.

Namjoon’s eyes dance over your face, clearly displaying his nerves. At least you’re not the only one.

“What is it?” You ask.

“Well, if you’re not busy tonight...would you maybe want to stay?” You barely stop yourself from passing out, digging your nails into your palm to ground yourself. Namjoon chews on the inside of his cheek. “Our staff have reserved seats by us, and we’re planning on ordering some food after-”

“Yes.” You blurt out the word before Namjoon can finish speaking, but he doesn’t mind. In fact, he looks positively relieved at your interruption.

“Really?” He swallows, playing with his cufflinks even as he stares into your eyes. “I don’t want to pressure you or anything...”

You shake your head, but stop. “I would love to, but...I actually have my friends that dropped me off waiting for me in the parking lot. I can’t make them wait for me like that-”

Now Namjoon cuts you off. “They can come too! And invite them to eat with us after! Really, the more the merrier!”

You blink up at this man, completely floored. “But, they don’t have dresses.”

Checking a watch that you’re sure costs more than your entire year’s rent, Namjoon thinks for a moment before looking back at you. You can’t help but grin at the way his eyes sweep over your figure and face again.

Bianca was right. You do look freaking hot.

“Do you think they could go change and be back within two hours?”

You mull it over, pulling your phone out and shooting off a text to Rebecca. “I bet they could, with the right motivation. But are you sure that’s alright?”

Namjoon smiles broadly at you. “Oh yeah. It’s more than alright.” He hesitates, rocking back on his heels. “So...you’ll stay?”

You return his smile. “I’ll stay.”

“Great!” Jin’s voice rings out into the hallway, making you jump. “Now will you bring her in here so we can warn her about how weird you are, Namjoon? We’ve only got so much time.”

Laughing at the expression of long-suffering on Namjoon’s face, you take the arm he extends to you. Before you walk through the door to meet the rest of the members, you lean up on your tippy-toes to whisper something to Namjoon. He cranes his neck, listening to your every word.

"Thanks for losing your passport.”

Namjoon smiles sheepishly, and every thought eddies out of your brain as his adorable dimples make an appearance. “My pleasure.”

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the-record · 4 years ago

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The City of Romance (Part 2)

Summary: On Spencer’s mandatory leave, he plans a trip to Paris, France where he meets an unforgettable face.

Part 2 summary:

Italics: Translation French to English. Bold: Song lyrics

Songs: Lucy in the Sky With Diamonds by The Beatles - You Belong with Me by Taylor Swift

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Non-BAU!Fem!Reader

A/N: I love writing this, there will definitely be more parts <3

Part 1, Part 3

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“Hello?”

“Hey, it’s Spencer.” You smiled hearing his voice.

“Hey. You ok?”

“Yeah just wanted to make plans and I hate texting.” You giggle softly.

“Same. It takes way to long. And yeah. Where do you want to go?”

“It’s kind of a surprise. Just look nice and I will pick you up on Saturday at 5. Sound good?”

“Sounds perfect. See you then.” You hung up and ran to your closet to pick out an outfit. You chose a dress that could be both casual or formal depending on what shoes and jewelry you wore. A tight green dress. With heels, gold necklace, fancy earrings, and rings made it fancy. With converse and a silver necklace with simple silver rings made it casual. Hair curled and up was casual and fancy. Perfect. Now all you had to do was wait.

Saturday could not have come fast enough. You threw on the dress and did some natural makeup. You curled your hair and put it into a ponytail, taking out some pieces to frame your face. The doorbell of your uncles house rang as you finished your hair. You ran downstairs as fast as you could and opened the door.

“Spencer! Come in!” He nodded and stood by the door.

“You look gorgeous.” You felt the blush on your cheeks.

“Thank you. I didn’t know whether this was casual or fancy...” You tried to play that off so he would give you a hint.

“Very casual.” You smiled and nodded.

“Sounds good. I’ll be right back.” He nodded and leaned against the wall as you ran upstairs. You put on the converse and jewelry quickly before doing a onceover and going back down, carefully this time. “Ready?” He nodded and lead you to his car, opening the passengers side door for you. What a gentleman. “Ok so where are we going?” You questioned.

“That’s a surprise.” You chuckled softly and rolled your eyes. You turned on the radio.

Lucy in the sky with diamonds

“Do you know the song?” You look at Spencer and your jaw drops.

“You don’t know Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds?” He shakes his head and smiled. “Wow ok. Next date we are teaching you about music because I am utterly shocked right now.” He stopped at the red light and looked at you.

Lucy in the sky with diamonds

“Next date?” You felt butterflies in your stomach as you realized what you said. You looked down at your hands even as his eyes were on you. “Wait, it’s okay. I would really like that actually.” You looked up at him.

“Really?” He nodded. “Great.” He drove a little longer while you sang to the music on the radio station. He pulled up to a mini golf course. “Mini golf?” You smiled and hopped out the car.

“Do you like it?” You smiled and took his arm.

“I love it.” It was warm outside. Spencer was in jeans, converse high tops, and a sweater. He looked absolutely adorable. You went to the front desk to pay for the night. You both got clubs and a fun colored golf ball before heading outside. Unsurprisingly you were both terrible and spent 15 minutes at each hole. “God we suck.” You giggle.

“I have to agree. Maybe mini golf wasn’t the best choice of date.” You nodded in agreement.

“Actually, I think it’s pretty great. I mean, we get to spend time together and get to know each other. I think it’s perfect.” You see the blush rise to his cheeks. “How about we go get ice cream or something?” He takes your hand in his and now it’s your turn to blush. The heat rises to your cheeks and the butterflies in your stomach are flipping and running into your skin.

“That’s sounds like a great idea.” You walk with down the streets hand in hand until you make it to an ice cream parlor. “What kind are you getting?” You look up at him.

“Chocolate chip cookie dough. It’s the best.” He smiles and nods making a mental note of that.

“One vanilla cone and a chocolate chip cookie dough cone please.” He pulls out his wallet and you try to stop him but he proceeds anyways. “I’m taking you out, this is my treat so I am paying.” You finally give in. The ice cream is smooth and creamy. It has the perfect about of ice cream to cookie dough. “How is it?”

“To die for. How’s yours?”

“Perfect.” You smiled and take another bite of your dessert. You eventually make it back to the car and neither of you have any food left in your hands. It’s been such a long day you fall asleep in the car on the way back. When you wake up he is bent down next to you trying to wake you up. “Hey, we’re here.” You put your arms around his shoulders to help you up and he doesn’t mind. He doesn’t twitch or shake you away, he embraces you and helps you up. You pull out your key and unlock the door to David’s mansion.

“I had a really nice time tonight.” You kissed his cheek a little closer to his lips than last time. “Bye Spence, I’ll see you on Monday.”

“Bye. Have a good night.” You smile as he walks away and when you close the door, your whole body leans against the door before sliding to the ground. Your body is to heavy for you feet to hold up. You felt weightless. Like you just might fly away if something didn’t hold you down. But you weren’t weightless so your feet hurt like a bitch.

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“No absolutely not! You cannot tell me Mozart is better than The Beatles! You are crazy Spence! I have been over 4 times to show you new music and still, you think classical music is the best!” You got up to put on a new record. It was Taylor Swift’s album Fearless.

“It’s better! Stop denying it.” You scoffed and placed the vinyl down before moving the needle over. It started playing ‘You Belong With Me’ one of your all time favorites. “Oh no, no more of your music. Please, I’m sorry for insulting The Beatles but this is torture.” You rolled your eyes and dropped your head.

“Nuh uh uh! This is Taylor Swift and we are listening to it, period.”

You're on the phone with your girlfriend, she's upset She's going off about something that you said 'Cause she doesn't get your humor like I do

You sing every single word, getting each lyric and note right. You serenade the man in front of you.

I'm in the room, it's a typical Tuesday night I'm listening to the kind of music she doesn't like And she'll never know your story like I do

Spencer laughs as you dance around his apartment singing the song like no one’s watching. He told you to bring your own music because all of his was classical which thoroughly annoyed you how uncultured he is.

But she wears short skirts I wear T-shirts She's Cheer Captain, and I'm on the bleachers Dreaming about the day when you wake up and find That what you're looking for has been here the whole time

You stare him down in the eyes for the next part.

If you could see that I'm the one Who understands you Been here all along So, why can't you see? You belong with me You belong with me

His eyes flicker to your lips but you don’t say anything about it yet. To be fair, your eyes did the same. You got a little closer to him, still dancing and bouncing around.

Walk in the streets with you in your worn-out jeans I can't help thinking this is how it ought to be Laughing on a park bench thinking to myself Hey, isn't this easy?

You put your finger out and tip up his chin so he looks you in the eyes. He smiles, perfect for the next lyrics.

And you've got a smile That can light up this whole town I haven't seen it in a while Since she brought you down You say you're fine, I know you better than that Hey, what you doing with a girl like that?

You back away once again, winking at him as you move. He thinks he’s imagined it but he definitely hasn’t. It’s all real. You, him, the music, the wink. Everything is real.

She wears high heels I wear sneakers She's Cheer Captain, and I'm on the bleachers Dreaming about the day when you wake up and find That what you're looking for has been here the whole time

If you could see that I'm the one Who understands you Been here all along So, why can't you see? You belong with me

Standing by and waiting at your backdoor All this time how could you not know, baby? You belong with me You belong with me

Suddenly your almost stomping on the ground to the beat, getting ready for the next part.

Oh, I remember you driving to my house In the middle of the night I'm the one who makes you laugh When you know you're 'bout to cry And I know your favorite songs And you tell me 'bout your dreams Think I know where you belong Think I know it's with me

Your words become softer and softer as you sing. Your voice lowering slightly every word.

Can't you see that I'm the one Who understands you? Been here all along So, why can't you see? You belong with me

You come closer to Spencer and pull him up off his couch so you are standing right in front of each other. Your faces creep closer and closer as you finish the song.

Standing by and waiting at your backdoor All this time how could you not know, baby? You belong with me You belong with me

He pulls you in for a soft and sweet kiss which your reciprocate, throwing your arms around his neck. He hugs you close by the waist.

You belong with me Have you ever thought just maybe You belong with me? You belong with me

“I like Taylor Swift.” You giggle against his lips.

“Well isn’t that amazing. Lucky for you I have all of her albums.” You place another kiss on his soft lips. “I like that.”

“I like that too.” You rest your head on his chest as ‘Breathe’ plays. “I think you might have to show me new music more often.” You bite your lip to try and hide your smile but fail.

“My email!” You gasp. “I was supposed to get an email about the job at that elementary school.” You pull out of his arms and race to your computer that you brought over. You see the email and run back over to him, pulling him towards it. “I can’t open it, you have to.” You instruct. He stands behind you and puts his arms on each side, moving the mouse and clicking on it. Your eyes screwed shut and when he realized and whispered into your ear.

“Congrats pretty girl.” You gasp and open your eyes, skimming over the email. Spencer goes to his kitchen and pulls a tub of chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream. Your face is bright and excited. You’re glowing and the ice cream makes it better. You both sit on the couch and eat ice cream as a celebration. He puts his arm around you and kisses your head. “I knew you would get the job.” You smile and lean into his chest.

“Thank you.” You look up and place go in for a kiss but wipe ice cream on his nose instead. “Oops!” He scoffs and puts some ice cream on your nose. “Spencer!” He chuckles and wipes your nose then his.

“I’m sorry love. I won’t ever wipe ice cream on your nose again.” You lean in for a kiss, and this time, you don’t stop.

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“Hello lovelies!” You enter the bullpen with boxes of pastries and cookies in your hands. “International gifts for my favorite people.” You place the boxes on Spencer’s desk before giving him a quick peck.

“You are a goddess woman!” You smile at Derek’s comment.

“Sorry, I’m taken.” You open a box and pull out an éclair for yourself, taking a big bite. Spencer moves his chair a little and pulls you into his lap causing you to jump and almost scream at the sudden movement. “Spencer Reid I swear I will have your head in a basket if you ever do that again!” You smack his shoulder with your free hand. He places a kiss on your cheek.

“Ok, I’m sorry I won’t do it again.” You smile as the team all comes to get something from the boxes.

“Ugh, Hotch they’re doing it again!” Emily yells, pretending to be disgusted by you and Spencer.

“Someone’s grouchy today.” You point out, leaning into Spencer’s chest.

“Hey, what’re you doing here today anyways? Don’t you have work?” JJ asks. You smile and shake your head.

“Kindergarten got out early today. I don’t know why, but the district gave us early release.”

“That is so not true. We all know this is an excuse to see Reid because you don’t know what else to do.” You roll your eyes at Derek’s comment.

“That is not true. I actually have a lot of shit to do today. I have to go get candy and costumes for Halloween, get my classroom reset up and decorated, clean, go to the post office, make lesson plans, really I just wanted to stop by and bring you all food. Seeing my boyfriend was just an added plus. And what happened to me being a goddess like 10 minutes ago?” You hummed. “Ok well I am going to go say hi to the rest of the team. I love you.” You kissed Spencer’s head and walked to Hotch’s office with a box of treats in hand. “You’ve got mail.” You opened his door and walked over to bring him something to eat. He grabbed out a croissant and placed it on his desk. “Get something for Jack too.”

“Really?” You nod. “Thanks. How’s teaching going?” The sound of happy children rang through your ears.

“I love it so much however apparently we get early release so the kids got the rest of the day off. How’s catching twisted minds going?” He sighs and rubs his head before leaning back into his chair.

“Never get’s an easier. Alright well I assume you have busy day so I will let you get on. Thanks for the food.” You nodded and closed the door on your way out. Next stop, David’s office.

“Come in.” You opened the door.

“Mom says hi.” He looks up and smiles at you.

“Good morning Bella.” You smile and bring the box towards him and place on his desk when your phone rings in your back pocket. You smiled and step out to take the call. You stand in the hallway to talk.

“Y/N, es-tu là?“ “Y/N, are you there?”

“Ouais maman, je suis là. Qu'est-ce qui ne va pas?” “Yeah mom, I’m here. What’s wrong?”

“Je ne sais pas. Je ne peux pas respirer.” “I don’t know. I can’t breathe.”

“OK OK. Peux-tu faire quelque chose pour moi? Inspirez pendant 5 secondes, maintenez pendant 6 et expirez pendant 7.” “Ok Ok. Can you do something for me? Breathe in for 5 seconds, hold for 6, and out for 7.”

You listen and hear your mom, breathing as you count. You hear her breath steady out and it calms you.

“Bon travail. Pouvez-vous me chercher Nicolette? Donnez-lui le téléphone et prenez un verre d'eau.” “Good job. Can you get Nicolette for me? Hand her the phone and get a glass of water.”

“Qui.” “Yes.”

You hear the phone moving and the sounds of people conversing in French in the background.

“Salut?” “Hello?”

“Salut c'est moi. Maman vient d'avoir une crise de panique alors peux-tu l'aider? Je l'ai amenée à réguler sa respiration mais je ne peux pas m'empêcher de beaucoup parler au téléphone.” “Hey, it's me. Mom just had a panic attack so can you help her? I got her to regulate her breathing but I can't help much over the phone.”

“L'amour bien sûr. Je t'appellerai et un peu.” “Of course love. I will call you in a little.”

“Merci. Dis à maman que je t'aime pour moi. Au revoir.” “Thank you. Tell mom I love you for me. Bye.”

Your breathing relaxes and you realize the time. You’ve been here much longer than you thought you would be.

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#spencer reid #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid fluff #Criminal Minds #Criminal Minds Fanfiction #criminal minds fluff #aaron hotchner #derek morgan #Jennifer Jareau #elle greenaway #Penelope Garcia #david rossi #emily prentiss

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elocinnicole · 4 years ago

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Butterflies Part Two

Pairing: Collin x Black!Reader, Plus Size!Reader

Summary: Collin and Reader try to figure out where they stand after their moment a few nights ago.

Rating: M for language

AN: I changed Collin’s major to Creative Writing/Poetry. I don’t know why I didn’t do this in the first place, I was over here thinking of what major would Collin have, and it went over my head so yeah, here it is. Again, this is still set in 2020. Let me know if you want to be tagged. There are about two more parts to this

Part One Part Two Part Three

Shaunice Jasmine Turner was born in the wee hours of the morning on July 26, 2020. You were so happy for your friends and the little family they were building.

“You look pretty comfortable holding Shaunice, Y/N.” Ashely teased, it was just the two of you for now. Collin went with Miles to get some breakfast for Jasmine and to pick up Sean so he could meet his little sister.

“Girl bye, I mean the thought has crossed my mind, but I want to have my salon up and running before I even think about having kids.”

“Bish, I used to say that about my non-existent art gallery, and I got two kids now.”

“I mean you could still paint, Ashley.”

“I could, but painting don’t pay the bills. The rent is ridiculous and trying to get a loan from the bank…” Ashely trailed off

“But it’s all good, I wouldn’t change anything,” Ashely smiled at her daughter, “So, what happened when Collin came back from Val’s?”

“Uh, nothing I twisted his hair and that’s when we got the text from Miles.” Ashely examined your face; she’s known you long enough to know when you’re lying.

“Y/N, give me the baby.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re avoiding eye contact, give me my daughter.” You playfully huffed and handed over Shaunice to your friend, “Now, tell me what really happened last night?”

“Well, when he came back, I was a little mad because I’m over here actually being a friend and he drop everything for a booty call. He’s staying with me rent-free, I visited him when he was locked up, put money on his books, shit, I used to let this nigga cheat off me in Chemistry back in high school. Then he tries to kiss me—”

“He what!”

“Yeah and I don’t know what to think about that, because I know that once Val calls, he gonna run after her, like what is it? Does sis have some magic pussy or some shit?”

“Y/N…”

“I know that’s your friend, but she never once checked on him and I don’t know. I’m right in front of him and he doesn’t see me.”

“Make him see you, sis.”

“Well, how the hell do I do that?”

“Bring another nigga around,” You looked wide-eyed at your friend

“Ash!”

“Girl, bye, what about that chef you was tellin’ me about? Hit him up and bring him around Collin.”

“So, you think making him jealous is gonna work?” Ashely didn’t have time to answer because Sean came bursting into the room running over to Ashely’s bed

“Is she here? Is she here Mom?!” Sean asked bouncing with excitement

“Calm down, baby. Yes, she’s here, where’s Dad?”

“Right here, as soon as we got off the elevator he ran off. He’s been asking about the baby since we picked him up from Ms. Nancy’s. Here’s your food babe.” Miles placed the take-out bag on the table and kissed Ashely’s forehead, Collin trailed behind and once he looked at you he adverted his eyes somewhere else.

“Sean, go use the bathroom then you can hold your sister. Miles can you take Shaunice so I can eat, I’m starving.”

“So, what were you two talking about before we got here?” Miles asked,

“Nothing much, I asked Ashely if you were gonna give her a push present.”

“The fuck is that?”

“A present for pushing out your baby!” You nudged Miles’s shoulder.

“What you want baby, a gift card, or some shit like that?”

“Miles, you can’t get her no damn gift card.” Collin reasoned

“Why the fuck not?”

“Because that’s a boring-ass gift, you gotta get her some jewelry or a car, shit like that.”

“Baby, I can hit up my boy Cuttie—”

“Hell no, every time you get something from Cuttie, it’s either stolen or it don’t work.”

“Ash, that’s not true!”

“What about the bike you got from him for Sean’s birthday? Cuttie stole it!” You said

“I ain’t know that shit when he gave me that bike!”

“Then you bought Ashely that purse for Christmas and the Gucci was spelled wrong.”

“It was not, Collin!”

“Babe, Gucci only got two c’s.” Miles looked stunned for a moment before sucking his teeth

“How the hell was I supposed to know that!” Your phone then went off several times even surprising you.

“Who hittin’ you up, Y/N?” Miles teased

“Nobody, just a friend”

“Stop lyin, Y/N, got a date with this ‘friend’ tonight,” Ashely announced earning a glare from you.

“Oh shit, for real!” Miles exclaimed

“Yeah, he’s nice, um he just moved out here from Detroit. He’s a chef and has his own meal prep business.” It wasn’t a lie, you had met a guy on Tinder a few weeks ago and the two of you have been talking to one another.

“So, he be making all that vegan shit?”

“What’s vegan shit?” Sean questioned innocently

“Miles!” Ashely slapped his arm

“What? I cuss all the damn time, it was gonna happen sooner or later babe.” Ashely glared at her husband not amused in the slightest “Alright, alright, Sean don’t say ‘shit’ it’s a bad word, now come over here and sit down in the chair and I’ll let you hold your baby sister.”

While Miles and Ashely were introducing Sean to Shaunice, Collin walked over to you wanting to know more about your ‘date’.

“So, what’s this guy’s name?”

“Um, I’m sorry since when did I have to answer to you, Collin?”

“I’m just askin’ his name. Want to know the person who’s taking my friend out.”

“You’ll find out tonight—”

“Hey, guys!” Everyone’s heads turned toward the door and there stood Val with various pink balloons and a teddy bear

“Hey, Val!” Ashely greeted, she practically ran over to Ashely and engulfed her in a hug.

“Congratulations, girl.” Val looked over at Miles and her smile faded slightly

“You too, Miles,” She looked over at Collin and acted like he wasn’t even there. At that point, you wanted to slap the hell out this bitch, but this wasn’t the time.

“Guys, I have appointments today I gotta head out. I’ll visit when you get home, okay?” Ashely nodded, understanding your need to leave the room.

“See you later?”

“Yeah, bye guys, and congrats again.”

You stood in front of your bathroom mirror getting ready for your date with Trevon. The two of you had been texting one another all day, you even FaceTimed him briefly between clients.

“I don’t wanna spit, I wanna gulp, I wanna gag, I wanna choke, I want you to touch that lil dangly thing that swing in the back of my throat.” You rapped along to the song that made you feel like a bad bitch, Trevon didn’t give you much of a hint as to what the two of you were going to do tonight, but he said to be casual. So, you didn’t go too overboard with your outfit. This was your first date in a while because of your schedule you didn’t have time to date between the hair and makeup clients, on the day you didn’t have to work you stayed home or hung out with friends or your big brother.

“Alright, you got this.” You said to yourself in the mirror, “You a bad bitch. You the baddest bitch, period.”

You came out of the bathroom and immediately bumped into Collin.

“My bad didn’t see you there.”

“Your date is here.” Collin went into the bathroom closing the door firmly. You rolled your eyes at your friend and walked out to the living room to finally see your date, Trevon.

“Wow, you look great, Y/N.” Trevon beamed, you smiled shyly in return

“Thanks, you do too. You ready to go?”

“After you,”

You carefully shut the front door to your apartment not wanting to wake up Collin, knowing that he was a light sleeper and this was his only day off. You couldn’t help but smile about your date with Trevon last night. After he picked you up, he took you to play mini-golf and then after you went go-cart racing. It honestly the most fun you ever had on a first date. Not wanting to go home, the two of you ended up bar hopping the rest of the night until the two of you passed out on his sofa. The smell of breakfast pulled you of your thoughts. You made your way to the kitchen only to see Val in your kitchen cooking at your stove wearing only one of Collin’s Oakland shirts and underwear.

“Excuse me?”

“Oh, hey Y/N. You want breakfast?”

“What are you doing here, Val?”

“Collin invited me over last night.” She smirked going back to cooking.

“Can you please put some pants on?”

“Well, Collin doesn’t seem to have a problem with what I’m wearing.”

“Hm, that’s cute but this isn’t Collin’s place, it’s my place and I don’t want your ass cheeks out in my kitchen. ‘Kay?”

“Whatever.”

“Um, where’s Collin?”

“He’s in the shower, I think. Oh, do you have any almond milk?”

“No, bitch I drink soy.” You mumbled storming past her heading for the bathroom. You angrily opened the door surprising Collin, who quickly reached for his towel to cover himself.

“What the fuck, Y/N! Can you knock?”

“What the hell is she doing here?!”

“Oh, what, I can’t have guests over?”

“That’s not the point, why in the fuck is she cooking in my kitchen with no clothes on!”

“She was hungry, what was I supposed to do?”

“Collin, I need you to tell me when you have company.”

“I don’t see why I have to tell you,”

“It’s the principle, Collin! What if you came home and my date, dick swingin’—”

“Oh, come on, Y/N,” Collin frowned, not appreciating the imagery

“Shut up, making breakfast in the damn kitchen?”

“This isn’t even about the principle it’s about you not liking Val!”

“No, it’s because you living in my place RENT FREE and I need to you who you have up in here!”

“Oh, so that’s what this is all about?” You rubbed your temples in frustration

“No, Collin—”

“Collin, breakfast’s ready,” Val called through the door.

“Go eat with your guest, wouldn’t want your food to get cold.” You said before leaving the bathroom.

#Buterflies Series #Blindspotting Imagine #Blindspotting #Collin Hoskins x Plus Size!Reader #Colllin Hoskins x Black!Reader #Miles Turner #Ashley Turner #Daveed Diggs #Rafael Casal #Jasmine Cephas Jones #Daveed Diggs x Reader #Daveed Diggs x Black!Reader

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leafs-lover · 4 years ago

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Because Two People Got Drunk: 20

Series Masterlist

Chapter 20

A/N: I went and made some small changes and didn’t hit the spell check button, so sorry! Italics are your thoughts

Summary: The season has ended and you both have some friends visit before you head to Denmark for a few weeks.

Warnings: Swearing, smut, oral (male and female) masturbation

Word Count: 4500

June 12, 2023

You stand in the laundry room folding clothes when you hear voices in the living room. You walk out to greet them.

“Hey (Y/N)” you hear Mitch and Auston say as you walk over to hug them.

The playoffs have ended for both teams, and Fred invited his old teammates down for a few days before summer kicks off.

“Wow you’re so big" Auston says as Oliver comes running over to greet them.

“Yeah well look at his dad, I had no doubt he would be tall" you joke. After hanging out for a few minutes you wander to finish the laundry you started leaving the boys to catch up. As you fold and put away the laundry you hear parts of the conversation, but you’re trying not to eavesdrop.

“Yeah, I don’t really know when we got together. Some time around new years, maybe a little later." a smile comes across your face as you can hear Fred’s excitement.

“We had a bump or two. But everything is really good now”

“She moved back in a few weeks ago"

“Where do you see things going?

You keep working away at the laundry when hear the boys laughing and talking to Oliver. Thinking it’s safe and you won’t interrupt any conversations about you, you join the boys in the living room. You see all boys on their hands and knees, playing mini sticks.

“Now that an adult is here I’m going to get changed” Fred says kissing your head.

“Dude I’m an adult!” Mitch exclaims, Fred throws his head back laughing as he leaves the room. “So how are you (Y/N/N)?”

“Things are good, sometimes a little crazy with an 18 month old but good.”

“How has it been since coming back here?” Auston asks.

“It’s been really good. I think it’s been really good for him too” you say nodding to Oliver. “He would get super upset when he would have to leave one of us, when he would come back to my place he wouldn’t leave my side for almost an entire day. I was actually getting worried about how he would be as he got older. But now we are both around all the time he is better, not such a momma's boy" you joke.

“That’s good; don’t want all the other babies making fun of you for being a momma’s boy” Auston says tickling Oliver.

“Says the biggest momma’s boy ever" Fred says returning to the living room causing everyone to laugh. “Ready guys?”

Fred kisses Oliver goodbye before turning to you to place a kiss on your lips. The boys head out for a round of golf leaving you and Oliver alone. You head to the park, and enjoy the summer weather that is beginning in Pittsburgh.

A few nights later you are sitting on the balcony enjoying some drinks. Oliver is asleep in his crib, and Mitch left earlier in the day leaving you two and Auston who is planning to leave the following morning. Auston leaves to get another drink; Fred pulls you onto his lap you can smell the whiskey on his breath.

Fred places a sloppy kiss on your lips, you pull back and smile at him.

“What” he asks placing a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Nothing” you respond kissing his nose, noticing the redness in his cheeks. “You’re a little drunk eh?” you tease.

Fred leans in and kisses you, ignoring your comment “I can’t wait to show you how much you mean to me tonight” he says stroking your hair. It sends shivers down your spine as wetness pools in your core. With the boys here you haven’t had much time alone, and you haven’t done anything with your time for fear of being heard.

“Babe Auston is here" you respond.

“Pretty sure he knows we have sex dear.” Just as you’re about to respond you hear laughing behind you, as the screen door closes. “Yeah kind of figured that out when you got pregnant (Y/N/N).”

“See nothing to worry about" Freddie chuckles in your ear.

“Yeah he knows but he doesn’t need to hear us" you laugh.

“Yeah I’d rather not, I -"

“How else am I supposed to put another baby in you if we don’t have sex babe?” Your eyes go wide at his words. You haven’t had any discussions of a second baby, you just moved back in.

“Are you guys trying for a second baby?” Auston asks sitting down, handing Fred another drink.

“No we are not!” you quickly exclaim. “I guess you could say we are practicing, all the fun but still using protection.”

“Yeah but we could stop, you know pull the goalie and see what happens” he chuckles at his own pun.

You roll your eyes. “I know what will happen Fred, it happened once before. He is 19 months, looks identical to you, has your gorgeous brown eyes and red hair" you say running your hands through his hair.

“Yeah and the next one will be a little girl with your (Y/H/C) hair, and your beautiful (Y/E/C) eyes, your smile just a mini version of you. Only thing she’ll take from me is my last name” he says kissing your neck.

“You sure you want a daughter that looks like me around? There are boys who grow up to be like Auston?” you tease.

“Hey!”

You and Fred laugh. “She’d be fine, if she is anything like you she’ll put boys like him in their place no problem.”

“I’m literally right here guys” Auston scoffs. You laugh again as you lean into Fred’s chest.

“Just get really drunk, worked last time” Auston jokes.

Fred laughs “I do get her drunk, she changed her birth control. Now it doesn’t matter what happens she is always protected.”

“Well the last time I screwed up a baby came. I don’t want another one until I’m ready. Always imagined I’d be married, have the same last name as my kids.” “I can go get ordained right now if you’d like” Auston quickly jokes.

“I’ll put a ring on your finger one day babe don’t you worry. I just think Ollie should be a big brother, he’d be the best big brother” Fred starts. “There is such as gap with me and my siblings I don’t want that for mine. And I’m going to be 34, you’ll be 33. Seems like we should get cracking if we want more babies.”

You scoff “did you just use my biological clock against me?”

The three of you sit outside and continue laughing and drinking. A little while later you all head in for the night, you walk into the bathroom and begin your night routine. You notice Fred is leaning in the doorway watching you wash your face.

You stick your ass out a little farther as you bend over to rinse water on your face. You head Fred grumble some swear words and quickly feel his hand on your hips. You stand up ignoring Fred and reach for the towel to dry your face, Fred leans down to your ear “I know what you’re doing” we growls.

You make eye contact with him in the mirror “I have no idea what you’re talking about” you respond hanging up the towel. He spins you around into his chest and smirks down at you. Without breaking eye contact he pulls his t-shirt off revealing his toned chest. You take a deep breath and swallow, trying to act unfazed by his actions.

Fred see’s through you though and knows he has you practically falling over him. “I’m gonna shower” he says dropping his shorts and boxers “wanna join me?”

You giggle as you peel your shirt over your head following him in. When he closes the door he pulls you in for a deep kiss as your hand slides down to his hardening member and you begin stroking it. He moans into the kiss as his hand strokes over your folds.

You know that the shower will likely cover some of the sounds, but you only came inside 5 minutes ago. You don’t know Auston that much, and would rather he not hear you having sex right now. You also know that Fred has been hard for the past couple days, and has been trying to find a moment to sneak away with you, but you have rejected his attempts. Not without some teasing first though.

Because of your teasing you know he is painfully hard, and if you let him he will fuck you hard into the tile wall. Before he has the opportunity to slide his large fingers in, and make you forget all logic to not doing that you drop to your knees.

You hear him mumble as you stare at his hard member. Thick and throbbing; white pre-cum leaking out the top. You bring your tongue to his tip licking it off. You stare up at him through your lashes as you see him brace himself on the shower wall.

You lick a stripe up the underside of him, his head falls back. You pull your mouth off and suck on his pubic bone. You pepper kisses all around his cock before you finally return to him. You place a light kiss to the tip, before sliding him fully inside your mouth.

You begin to bob on his hard cock as he moans out. He grabs your hair and pulls it back from your face so he can better watch as you continue still looking up at him. His eyes close as Danish swear words fall from his mouth. You feel your arousal pooling in your core so you slide two fingers down to your folds. You slide them across your heat gathering up your juices before slipping them in as you moan around his cock. You start thrusting inside yourself as you swirl around his dick, him hitting the back of your throat.

You reach around to his ass giving it a light squeeze as he chuckles, then you lightly push him forward. He takes the hint and begins to slowly fuck into your mouth, hitting your tonsils.

You increase the speed of your fingers, but you know it will be a while before you reach your orgasm. Your two fingers pale in comparison to Fred’s. His large hands have actually made it difficult for you to masturbate as you just can’t get the same stretch of the walls.

You decide to slide a third finger in. As you slide it in, Fred snaps his hips forward causing you to gag slightly. Spit is dribbling down your chin as you continue pumping your fingers in and out.

The third finger was just what you needed; you feel your orgasm slowly approaching as Fred grips tightly on your hair, indicating he is almost done. You bring your thumb up to rub your clit, moaning loudly around him.

Your moan causes Freddie to look down past your face “babe…are you -" he can barely form words.

“Hmm” you hum around his dick as he continues to fuck into your mouth.

“Fuck hell babe, you close?” “Mhm” you hum in response as you take your hand from his ass and bring it to massage his balls. You feel his warm cum hit the back of your throat as your orgasm washes over you. You moan loudly around his dick as you keep your fingers inside you.

You pump your fingers, drawing out your high as Fred’s hips slow. You lick the remaining cum from him and pull your fingers out of you.

“Fuck your something else” he says pulling you to your feet to wash your hair.

When you crawl into bed you should be tired from the drinking and your shower activities. But you can’t turn your brain off.

Another kid?

Was he just drunk? He doesn’t normally drink that much whiskey, and the last time you saw him, it lead to Oliver. So many his judgment was clouded.

But it seemed like he had given it some thought before tonight.

You hadn’t really thought much of it, yeah you had known each other for over two years, had a kid together. But really you only had been together for 5 months or so, maybe even less. If you went from the time you gave him a key then it was only 4 months.

It’s hard to pinpoint the day. Crazy to think of kids after that short of a time. In any other relationship you would run if someone mentioned having kids that soon. But this wasn’t any normal relationship, you already had a kid together.

You lie awake for a few hours, you listen to Fred’s soft snores as they fill the room. Normally listening to his breathing will calm your anxiety, but right now nothing will. You think a run could help, but at this time of night you know it’s a bad idea.

You stare at the ceiling, lost in your thoughts. You don’t know when, but eventually you manage to doze off.

June 22, 2023

You are waiting at the airport when you hear “(Y/N/N)!” You look up to see Allie and Carlee running towards you.

“You didn’t bring Oliver?” Allie questions wrapping you in a hug first.

“No he is at home napping, figured it would be easier without him to get lunch.”

The women protest slightly because they want to see Oliver first but eventually agree. You help them load their bags before pulling out of the parking garage. You pull up to a restaurant overlooking the beach, you are currently in Los Angeles.

“Yeah we got here a little under a week ago. We came for the US open which was on Father’s day weekend. We decided to stay a little bit before we head to Denmark next week.”

“So how is the little guy doing?”

“Oh he is great, excited to see you guys. He runs full speed all the time, tries to climb everything, he is talking pretty good now too. Pretty smart boy” you say smiling.

“That’s crazy, how has Freddie been?” Allie asks.

“Oh he is amazing, but he always has been a terrific dad. He is always playing with him, he can’t wait to get him in some hockey skates soon” you chuckle.

“But how are things with him?” Like with you two?” Carlee questions.

“They are great. We’ve been together a few months now and it’s been amazing. We have a great relationship; it doesn’t feel like we’ve been together for like four months.”

“Well yeah that’s because it’s been more than 4 months, you had almost 2 years before that” Carlee replies.

“No we haven’t been. We weren’t like together that whole time” you respond.

“You weren’t dating then, but you hooked up all the time. And I know that you didn’t sleep with anyone else for that entire time” Carlee responds.

“Or for a bit before that, it’s been almost 3 years since you slept with someone else” Allie adds.

“Exactly. It’s not a 4 month relationship; it’s so much more than that. You just need to realize that.”

You take a sip from your drink staring at them.

“What aren’t you saying?” Carlee asks. “I’ve known you for 29 years; I know when you are keeping something from me.”

You sigh and sit up straight in your chair. “Last week before we came here we had Auston and Mitch down to visit in Pittsburgh. Well the last night we were all hanging around drinking and Fred mentioned wanting another kid.”

The girls stare at each other before Allie speaks up. “I know you think it’s only been 4 months, but it has been so much more (Y/N/N/). When you were pregnant and told us you were going to Denmark to meet his family I knew then, that you would end up with him. I thought it would happen sooner, but you just needed to get out of your head. Whether you want to admit it or not you have basically been together 2 years. At 2 years it wouldn’t be crazy to be thinking about marriage and babies.”

“But we already have a baby” you reply. “I don’t want to have one just because it’s been 2 years, or so that Oliver can be close in age to his siblings.”

“You honestly think that’s why he wants to have a baby with you?” Carlee asks. “He wants another baby with you because he is ridiculously in love with you. He loves seeing you as a mother, and he wants your love and family to grow.”

“We’re not trying to convince you have another baby” Allie says lightly. “We just want to help you understand his logic and reasoning.” “We also don’t want you to run away again” Carlee jokes causing you to laugh.

“Well I’m not going anywhere, I want this and I want him. But there is still so much to figure out. His family doesn’t really know me, and I don’t think they like me all that much. His mom added me on Instagram, but I think that was just to see Oliver since Fred doesn’t post a lot. And my grandparents are less than understanding about the situation.”

“John and Debbie can fuck off” Carlee replies causing you to chuckle. “They need to recognize its 2023, and families aren’t traditional anymore. You worried about going to Denmark?”

“Yeah. Fred repaired his relationship with his family. I haven’t had much of an opportunity to do that. He also invited my grandparents for a couple days which will be great” you mumble. “His parents came down for some of the playoff games, but it was when I was dealing with the movers so I didn’t get to spend much time with them. Fred didn’t want the distraction either so he put them in a hotel. Now that we are actually together I hope his dad accepts me.”

The next 3 days with your girlfriends goes by well. Fred was always the DD so you could enjoy time with your friends. But also so he could get them drunk so they would tell him stories from nights you’ll never outlive.

“Can’t believe you got arrested" Fred says kissing your collarbone while you brush your teeth one night.

“They released me an hour later and never charged me so it didn’t really count” you say staring at him in the mirror.

“Still, it’s hot” he mumbles “You in the back of a cop car. Handcuffs…”he says trailing his finger down your spine. You lean forward to spit out your toothpaste when your ass grinds against his very hard dick.

He groans, slipping a hand in your shorts sliding his fingers toward your core. You’re eyes go wide “Fred they will hear" you whisper. When planning the trip you thought it would be better to get a house rental because you would be there for over 2 weeks. Since your friends are down the hall, one of them sharing a wall with your bed you haven’t had sex, making you regret that choice.

“You just have to be quiet" he whispers, his hand dancing around your clit.

“I’ve had too many drinks for that” you giggle. “I’m going to shower before bed.” You say walking away to turn on the water.

“Sounds like a good idea” Fred smirks. He pulls his shirt and pants off, leaving him completely naked. He attaches his mouth to your spot below your ear.

“We can’t Fred” you whisper.

He smirks at you before peels your clothes from you and pushes you into the shower.

When he closes the door he pulls you in for a deep kiss as his fingers slide down to your folds. They gently play with your entrance and you immediately forget all reasons to not do this. Your hand slides down his chest to his hardened member, you begin stroking it.

He slips two fingers inside you and begins pumping them, your rock your hips setting a pace.

“Yeah use my hand babe. Fuck my fingers skat” he whispers in your ear. His mouth slides down to your sweet spot and begins to lightly suck on you as you continue rocking into him.

“Fred” you groan, your head falling back.

“Hmm” he says still sucking on your neck. His slips a third finger inside you “this what you want?” he asks gently nips your shoulder.

“Fuck” you mumble. His fingers pull out of you and you bring your eyes to his, a devlish smirk is on his face as he falls to his knees. He brings one of your legs over his shoulder as his mouth clamps on your clit, his lips warm and hot. His tongue parts your folds, he slides his tongue inside you. He begins to lick up your walls as your back is pressed against the cool tile wall.

His tongue swirls around inside of you, painting swirls on your clit as you gently grab his hair. He pushes his tongue fully inside you, beard scraping your legs and his nose is pressed hard into your clit. His tongue continues to do work on you as you moan. His ridged tongue continues to nudge your clit over and over again as you softly pant his name.

You feel the orgasm slowly building inside you, your hand tightens its grip on his hair causing Fred’s tongue to pick up its pace. He is licking up inside you, curling his tongue hitting your sweet spot. He brings his arm over your leg and begins pressing his thumb into your clit.

Your orgasm come crashing over you and Fred’s tongue doesn’t stop until you do. Your gripping his hair so tightly you think you might pull some out. Your eyes roll back into your head as Fred continues working you through your high. Eventually he pulls his face back and looks up to you, you losen your grip on his hair and he lets your leg down.

Your legs are weak as you place a hand on the wall to steady yourself, Fred chuckles standing up to support you. His face is now in the stream of the shower and has washed the remaining juices from his beard. Your head falls onto his chest as he runs a hand through your wet hair.

You stand there for a moment, catching your breath and allowing your legs times to stabilize. Just as you have regained strength he picks you up and pushes you against the cool tile wall before sliding into you. He kisses you to muffle your sounds as you wrap your legs around him moving in unison before climaxing together.

Today is your girlfriends last day with flights leaving around 6pm that night. You wake up at 6:30 that morning and realize Fred’s side is cold and empty, you wander into the kitchen and the lights are off, Fred’s car is still parked in the driveway. You make coffee and check your phone and don’t see a message from him. You are sitting on the couch when you hear the door open and Freddie enters in his workout gear, sweat dripping down him.

“I thought I’d be back before you woke up” he explains. “I wanted to get a run in before everyone woke up” he explains bending down to kiss you.

“You need to shower babe” you joke pulling away from him. He leans forward wrapping his arms around you pinning you to the couch as he kisses you. “Babe you’re gross” you joke as you feel his sweaty arms tightly wrap around you. He picks you up “I think you need a shower too” he says.

“I believe I had one last night” you grin at him as you wrap your legs around him as he leads you to the room.

He pulls you tight to his chest “weird you have sweat on you now” he says smirking.

After your shower Fred gets dressed as you stay behind to blow dry your hair. You look at the clock it’s almost 8am now and Oliver is likely awake. You head to the living room and see him on Allie’s lap as she reads to him. Ollie see’s you and his face lights up “Oh, is mommy done having fun with daddy?” she quips as your cheeks go red.

“We were thinking heading to the beach for lunch” Fred says saving you from your friend’s embarrassment.

“Sounds like a great idea” you respond as your friends exchange glances on the couch.

You pack everything and dress Oliver in his bathing suit with a t-shirt and a bucket hat. You settle down on the blankets and set up the umbrella and chairs before pulling your dress over your head leaving you standing in your red bikini. It is a string bikini that hugs your curves and hangs low on your hips. The fabric covering your chest is tight, showing off your breasts.

“Jesus” Fred says lightly with a huge smile on his face. Your friends hear and look up.

“How do you look that good? You don’t look like you had a baby, ever” Carlee scoffs.

“I think dating an athlete helps” you respond.

Fred shakes his head “No, this is all you.” His eyes still haven’t left you.

“Well chasing this guy helps" you say kissing Oliver before rubbing sunscreen on him.

You sit on the beach making sandcastles and playing with Oliver throughout the day. Oliver is sitting in the sand, “I think he is bringing half the beach back with him” you joke resting your head on Fred’s shoulder. He looks over to see your friends have wandered to the bathroom, leaving you alone. He uses a finger to tilt your head up to his and he places a soft kiss on your lips you move to deepen it when you hear Oliver laughing to himself.

“I’m going to take him to the water, try and rinse some of the sand off before putting him in the car” Fred says kissing your forehead. You sit up, removing your head from his shoulder as he grabs Oliver and runs with him to the water.

When they get to the water Fred sets him down, and walks in with him. He is a little scared of the waves at first but quickly gets over his fear. Fred continues to play with him, splashing him, and pretending to fall over when Oliver tackles him in the water.

You sit on the beach watching the interaction unfold as Fred keeps playing with him in the shallow water. A huge smile is on Fred’s face, while Oliver’s laughter fills the air.

“Oh my god that’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. How do you not want another kid with him?” Allie questions sitting down beside you.

“If you don’t want to I’ll do it” Carlee jokes.

Sitting there you can’t stop smiling, seeing Fred as a dad is the greatest thing you’ve ever experienced. And you do want more kids with him, just a bit more in the future. You snap a few pictures of them, capturing the large smiles on both their faces before posting them on Instagram with the caption My boys <3.

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words-for-holland · 5 years ago

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Quarantine Series: The Birthday Week

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: It’s Tom’s Birthday Week! So much planning, food, and surprises....and a special promise from our favorite Q.S. Couple.

A/N: It’s been long overdue...Is it too late to say Happy Belated Tom?! 🥺

A/N: Happier Part 3 comes out this weekend!!

Check the Rest: Burnt Out | A New Look | Secret Cuts & Kisses | Breaking Friendships

May 25, 2020 (T-Minus 7 Days)

An almost average Monday. Its the start of Tom’s Birthday Week and Y/N is trying her best to get ahead of the game and prep up for an over-the-top birthday party for her boyfriend. Well as over-the-top as it can get when you’re stuck in Quarantine because...well...Covid.

The only problem, she didnt know where to start. What party to throw, games to play, food to make, playlist to create, and above all the gift. This year Y/N wanted to give Tom something that held a lot of sentimental value to represent all the love she had for him. While Y/N was lucky enough to have someone like Tom to spoil her and show her just how much she meant to him, she wanted to do the same for Tom. So, she went to the spare room, which had now become her new work space and started googling away.

May 26, 2020 (T-Minus 6 Days)

The next day, Tom and the boys went out for their daily Golf match, while Y/N stayed behind to continue party planning. She made sure to be discreet about it and pretended that she had to take care of a few things for work. In reality, Y/N facetimed her best friend, on advice of what to get Tom for his 24th.

“C’mon Im serious Nico. I want to give him something special this year.” Y/N groaned when she knew her best friend wasn’t giving her the answers she wanted.

“Im sorry, Y/N. I dont know what you could give him. You’ve know him better than anyone else.” Nico reasoned, as Y/N continued her helpless groans, banging her head on the table. “Look Im sure what ever you come up with, Tom is going to love it no matter what.”

“But that’s the problem I don’t know what I can come up with. Our first year together I got him clothes, last year it was golfing gear, I don’t know how I can top that.” Y/N continued to stare at the desk picking up and dropping her pencil repeatedly. “I just know that I want it to be something he can always look back at and know that I’ll always be there for him.”

“Wow. You really like this kid don’t ya?” Nico questioned, but of course she knew the answer to that...anyone did.

“Yeah...more than anything.” Y/N smiles back as she thinks about Tom.

“Well what about a promise ring?” Y/N’s ears perk up at the suggestion.

“Like uhhh a men’s promise ring? Do they even make promise rings for men?” She questions, though isn’t opposed to the idea.

“No, Im talking about a donkey’s promise ring.” Nico rolls her eyes. “It’d be cute and not to mention empowering because you’d be making the first move. Empowering women is super attractive.”

Y/N stops to give it some thought. It would be cute to have a ring for him and see him wear it everywhere knowing he would carry a symbol of her love. Of course it’s nothing like the real thing when couples get married and all, but it’s a step toward that direction. “Ill think about it.” She says.

May 27, 2020 (T-Minus 5 Days)

Y/N had finally given the idea a good 8 hours when she decided to find the ring. She scrolled through pages and pages to find the ring but none of them spoke to her or looked like it was meant for Tom. The more she scrolled the more anxious she got, slowly biting ther thumb nail as she continued.

“You know if you’re gonna do birthday shopping for someone in the house, the kitchen might not be the best place to do it.” A deep british voice popped up from behind.

Y/N shrieked and jumped, quickly closing her laptop, afraid she had already ruined the surprise. Until she turned around and saw it was just Harrison. “Ugh, was it reallg necessary to do that?” She whined. “You almost gave me a heart attack.”

“Of course wheres the fun in simply asking what you’re doing.” He laughed, pulling a chair next to Y/N as he watched her scroll through pages or rings. His smile growing ever so slightly. Y/N looked at him with suspicion.

“Okay I know that smile...clearly you know something I don’t.” She states. “Is this a bad idea?”

Harrisons smile dropped quickly as he profusely shook his head. “What? What? No...I just uhh — actually yeah the rings are not a good idea.” He blabbers. Y/N looks at him, waiting for Harrison to continue. “I mean think about it. If you buy a ring for Tom and he starts wearing it everywhere. People are gonna suspect that he’s getting married or worse find out about your relationship. I don’t know if you wanna risk that.”

Harrison was lucky to be a gifted actor as he improv-ed his answers on the spot in hopes that Y/N did not find him to be too suspicious. If she called his bluff and found out, Tom would make sure Harrison would never see the light of day. “You should go for this necklace. I think it suits him and has a touch of your style.” Harrison points out to a necklace he truthfully thought she should get him. With that, he quickly left Y/N to be on her own in gift shopping.

May 28, 2020 (T-Minus 4 Days)

Y/N’s planning was 70% in the clear. The necklace was ordered, Sam was helping out in planning the food, Harrison and Tuwaine were arranging the golf diversion plan, and Harry was keeping Tom busy making sure he wasnt suspecting anything. Although that didn’t stop Tom from bothering his girlfriend a couple of hours of the day. How could he not, the boy missed his girl.

“Y/N..” Tom cooed as he wrapped his hands around her, kissing a small part of her shoulder. “Can you take a break from whatever arts and crafts thing you got going on and cuddle with me?” He continued as he placed another kiss.

“Babe, I’d love to more than anything but I wanna finish this up so I can at least accomplish one thing during Quarantine.” She explains.

“You accomplish a lot of things darling, and you can accomplish another if you just come and cuddle with your needy boyfriend, who happens to be turning 24....in 4 days.” He hinted, places kisses by ear.

“Oh and I suppose that gives you special treatment?” Y/N challenges, letting out giggles as Tom continued to kiss where she was ticklish the most.

“I would hope so. Now, what do you say?” He smiles at her, placing the small strand of black hair behind her ear.

“Okay you win.” She whispers.

May 29, 2020 (T-Minus 3 Days)

Tom and Harry were busy hosting the Pub Quiz, while Y/N and Harrison took the time to create the decorations for Tom’s party. The theme... Spiderman, but what else was new. Harrison drew up webs and spiders on the deflated red and blue ballooms, stashing them in a paper bag to be inflated the day of. Y/N started on the birthday pub quiz answer sheets, customizing them to have that personal touch of Tom. Everything was going smoothly until, she needed more glue.

“Crap, Im gonna check the closet. I think we have a few spare sticks of hot glue.” Y/N stated, as she got up.

Harrison eyes started to display signs of panic as he quickly got up and raced her to it, guarding the closet door. “Uh...there’s no more. I already checked.” He squeaked.

Y/N raised her one eyebrow in suspicion. “I’m pretty sure there’s a couple.” She fired back, trying to pry Harrison off the closet. “C’mon Harrison. This isn’t funny.”

“I think it is.” Harrison continued to stall. Y/N rolled her eyes, coming closer to him, wiggling her fingers. She tickled his sides, knowing it was his weak spot. His grip started to loosen as he let out fits of giggles. Y/N took the opportunity to quickly open the closet, and grab her glue sticks. She looked around to find if anything was suspicious or worth hiding, but there was nothing.

“You know...you’re acting really weird.” Y/N stated as she walked back to the table to continue her project. Once she was out of Harrison’s sight, he quickly texted Tom about the dilemma. Only to receive:

Time to find a new spot then.

May 30, 2020 (T-Minus 2 Days)

It was Tom & Y/N’s turn to wash the dishes after dinner. The irony both had no clue what one was planning for the other. They were always the type to be truthfully honest to each other, but a few little playful secrets couldn’t hurt. “So, is it just me or is Harrison acting really...strange?” She asked her boyfriend. Tom looked at her, pretending to not know what she was talking about.

“Umm..not sure. He seemed fine to me....Why? What’s happened?” Tom asked casually, focusing on the dishes.

“You know for someone that’s really good at acting, you’re a terrible liar.” Y/N laughed out loud, only to get splashed with water. “Touche. But seriously, he gets so nervous around me. Like someone’s out to get him if I do something he doesn’t expect. I wanted to get glue sticks yesterday in the closet and he straight up guarded the door, saying I wasn’t allowed....in out own closet?! I swear it’s like he’s hiding something in there.”

“Haz, you div.” Tom muttered under his breath.

“What was that babe?”

“Uhh nothing. I was just saying Harrison is a piece of work. Even I couldn’t tell you why he was acting like that.” He lied.

“Uh..huh.” Y/N responded, not buying anything but rather just letting it be.

Tom placed the dishes on the rack, while he came up behind his girlfriend, huggling her tightly from behind. “It’s whatever. But, lets just go back to our room, lay under the sheets, watch some Netflix....have a good time.” He smirked, kissing her temple. “And just cuddle like there’s no one watching.”

“Mmmm. Now that sounds like a plan.” She whispers pulling him to their room.

May 31, 2020 (T-Minus 1 Day)

Y/N only had 1 day left to prepare everything for Tom’s big day. She made sure to stay on top of everyone’s tasks and prepped her gifts for Tom tomorrow. Y/N was extremely proud of everything and everyone that was taking part of her little project. A rare sight anyone would ever see, but the most thing she was proud of was how secretive they were able to keep it that Tom didnt suspect a single thing.

“So, got anything planned for tomorrow?” Tom asked Y/N as she was cooking pancakes.

“Mmm I dont know. Am I supposed to have something to do tomorrow?” She teases.

“Well..” He starts as he takes the spatula out of her hands. “I hear it this div’s birthday tomorrow.” Tom grabs Y/N’s waist, picking her up and placing her on the counter. “And I hear he just wants to spend it with his girls all day long.” Y/N’s legs locked around Tom’s waist as he continues his not-so-obvious birthday wish.

“Oh there’s gonna be more than one girl at this birthday of his huh? He must be quite the player.” She smiles at him, fingers thresding through the small brown hairs at the nape of his neck.

“Well yeah because Tessa is his princess but Y/N, this really cute adorable hot girl who doesn’t think she’s hot but should really start seeing it...that HIS princess.” He explained, kissing every visible spot on her face. “It would make his 24th. Trust me.”

Y/N pretends to stall and think about his wish. He knew he was going to get Y/N and Tom time together no matter what, but where’s the fun in just expecting it. “We’ll see about that birthday boy.”

June 1, 2020 (Party Time!!)

The boys were all out celebrating Tom’s birthday at the golf course at the start of the day. Of course that wasn’t until Tom made sure to get some extra love and attention from his girlfriend first thing in the morning. Y/N quickly rushed to get the decorations in place, while Nikki, Tom’s mother helped in setting the table and getting the food ready with cleR and concise instructions from Sam to ensure they couldn’t mess it up.

“Y/N this was such a wonderful idea. I cant wait to see his face when he comes home.” She exclaims, giving Y/N the most comforting hug.

“Thank you Nikki, I just want it to be perfect for him this year. I mean we’re all in Quarantine and all of us are finally together in one place.” Y/N explains as she places the final ballons up by the doorway.

“Well of this is how you prepare for a birthday, I can’t wait to see how you prep for your wedding.” Nikki responds, only half joking.

“He hasn’t even proposed yet!” Y/N laughs, though the thought makes her stomach flutter in the best way possible. Being married to Tom was all she could ever want in life.

“Well, dont you worry. Im sure it’ll happen, that boy can’t gona second without you I’d be surprised if he doesnt....May just have to chastise him if he takes too long.”

Y/N was starting to grow a bit suspicious. This whole week alone was filled with suspicion. Harrison acting weird, Tom being extra needy and cuddly, Nikki talking about marriage. “Was Tom going to propose soon? “ she thought to herself.

Just in the nick of time, the boys had all arrived after an intense game of golf. They came in bursting in conversation about how great it was, who deserved to win, and of course how Dom was always getting beat at his own game by his sons. Of course the festivities didnt start yet, until Tom took a moment to shower and dress up. It wasnt that he needed to, but for him..it was extremely necessary for today.

Y/N went up to grab her presents for Tom in the work closet, when all of a sudden, a small box landed on her head. She looked up then down towards where the item fell, only to see a sparkling pink and clear diamon cut ring. “Oh my god” she muttered.

“Bullocks.” Tom spoke out loud wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his torso.

“I...uh..Im sorry Tom. I swear I wasn’t looking for it I was just trying to get my gift so I could give it to you. I didnt know this was your hiding spot.” She frantically explains picking up the box and giving it to him.

Tom looked a little disappointed as he stared at the ring. He had worked so hard to keep it a secret from everyone only to get it ruined on his brirthday. “No no no. It’s fine Y/N, really. I just...I was planning on giving this to you next month on your birthday.”

Y/N opens her mouth realizing how bad she messed it up. “Oh my god. Tom Im so sorry.”

“It’s fine.” He laughs. “Actually kinda glad you found it. So now I can do this”. Tom gets down on one knee, his towel still wrapped around his torso. “Y/N, I have loved you more than I could ever love anyone in the past 3 years I’ve known you. I swear I could have sworn I was going to marry you the day I met you at the Marvel office with your little black Dell notebook in your hands. Your humor, your kindess, your sympathy and empathy for all living things makes me love you even more. Will you make me the happiest birthday man on earth, and marry me?” He proposes.

Y/N tears up and shakes her head vigorously. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” She cries, repearing the words as she hugs him on the floor. They lean in giving into a passionate kiss, still holding onto each other. Y/N and Tom couldn’t believe it was real. Just a couple of seconds they were boyfriend and girlfriend..now they’re engaged. “Wait. I almost forgot about your presents.” She quickly speaks out grabbing the bag.

“Darling, believe me you were my present. I am beyond satisfied right now.” He chuckles.

“I know, but I got you these too!” Y/N pushes the bag to him. Tom shakes his head as he opens it up find a silver necklace with a retangular pendant, and a major jar full of post- it notes. He observes the necklace and opens up the retangular pendant to find a picture of Y/N and him during their firsf year together. He smiled back at the memory, now seeing as to where they’ve ended uo. Stronger and better than before. Next, he opened the major jar pulling out a small card that read:

For whenever you’re down, need a laugh or missing me.

He picked up a post it note that more pictures of them during their time together with a note saying:

“Remember that you’re the reason we all smile. You are a warm loght of happiness that does not stop giving to the world.”

Tom tears up at the gift. In all his years, no one has ever given him soemthing that held so much sentimental value. “I love you so much Y/N. Thank you for this...for all of this.” He whispers, placing a gentle kiss on her lips.

“Your welcome. I hope you know you mean the world to me too, and I just wanted your birthday to be perfect.”

“It already is...because I have you.” He looks back at her and smiles.

“Cmon birthday boy. Get dressed, we have a party to attend to and news to share .” Y/N laughs as she helps her boyfriend...I mean fiance up. Who said that quarantine birthdays were boring?

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redisriding · 4 years ago

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The Right Swipe - Chapter Two

A Court of Thorns and Roses Modern AU Fanfic

All character’s belong to the wonderful Sarah J Maas.

Tag List: @superspiritfestival @duskandstarlight @perseusannabeth @courtofjurdan

Feyre’s heart pounded as she crossed the street towards Under the Mountain. This was the first date that she had ever been on and she had spent the day behind her cash register imagining how it would go. Now the nerves were getting the better of her.

The hours that had crawled by while she was at work, seemed to pass as minutes once she had hung up her apron for the day.

She had raced home after work to quickly pick up the empty pizza boxes and dump the wine glasses in the sink, just in case, before jumping into the shower. Turning the water up hot, she had washed and scrubbed and shaved every part of her, just in case.

Emerging clean with reddened skin, Feyre had dried and curled her hair before plonking down in front of the mirror to do her makeup. That was when the artist in her had taken over, and time seemed to move even faster, as created a dramatic smokey eye look.

Once perfected, Feyre dug a little black dress out of her wardrobe along with her only pair of heels. She had decided on the dress while she was daydreaming in work. It was the nicest looking item of clothing she owned. Under the Mountain was a fancy place, and Tamlin struck her as a man with expensive tastes, so she was pleased to find the dress still fit. She wouldn’t have had anything else to wear if it hadn’t.

She crammed a few items into a clutch bag, before grabbing her phone to check her bank balance. With a wince, Feyre said a quick prayer that Tamlin was going to pay for their meal tonight.

Surely he would…

Otherwise she was going to have to slip away to the bathroom and never come back.

Feyre’s hangover from the night before had lifted over the course of the day, heading to the kitchen she downed a quick glass of wine to calm her nerves before calling her RideShare.

The car had let her out a street away from the restaurant, one, so no one would witness her awkwardly climbing out of the backseat while she attempted not to flash anyone in her short black dress, and two because she needed a moment to calm herself before she headed in. It was a choice however, that Feyre regretted as she stumbled like a foal down the street. She was not used to walking in heels. She wasn’t even sure when the last time she had worn heels was.

her graduation from university perhaps?

She just prayed that Tamlin wasn’t now watching her approach the restaurant teetering in her heels trying to pull her skirt down to a respectable length. It certainly didn’t feel that short when she had put it on in her bedroom.

Thankfully, she caught sight of Tamlin before he saw her.

Feyre took a sharp intake of breath as she recognised him.

He was every bit as handsome as he appeared in his pictures on Swipe.

Dressed in a dark blue suit that offset his tanned skin and long blonde hair, he was leaning casually against the wall outside the restaurant. His focus was on his phone, but as she got closer he glanced up, doing a double take, before his eyes came to settle on her.

“Feyre?” He asked, a warm smile spreading across his face.

Nerves bubbled in Feyre at the sight of him. He appeared so collected, so cool, she was suddenly incredibly self conscious. “Yes, and you must be Tamlin?”

“I am indeed,” he said, kicking off the wall and strolling over to her.

“Lovely to meet you.”

“Lovely to meet you too Feyre, you’re even more beautiful in person,” he said, leaning down to press a kiss to each cheek.

He smelled amazing. Feyre knew she was blushing from his sudden proximity, but Tamlin appeared not to notice. Continuing to smile down at her, he offered her an arm which she gratefully took.

She tried not to lean on him too heavily as he lead her through the doors and into the restaurant, but he was the only thing keeping her steady in her shoes.

“So, how did you manage to get a table here so last minute?” She asked him.

Tamlin chuckled, “What can I say? I have connections.”

“Ah, a man of mystery?”

“Not quite, I know the owner.”

“Oh wow you really do have connections.”

As if on cue, and to prove Feyre’s point, the maitre d’ hurried forward to great them.

“Tamlin, lovely as always to see you, and with a beautiful lady on your arm…how nice.” The man offered Feyre a pained smile that suggested, in fact, it was not nice at all.

“Good evening Keir,” Tamlin said with a curt nod.

“Your usual table I assume?”

“Please.”

“You have a usual table?” Feyre whispered to Tamlin as the maitre d’ lead them through a maze of tables on the floor.

“It has the best view in the place,” he replied.

Sure enough the maitre d’, Keir, stopped in front of a table for two that was tucked away in a corner but beside a floor length window with a view overlooking the Velaris skyline.

“Oh wow,” Feyre breathed moving towards the window, “this is a beautiful view.”

“Yes it is,” Tamlin agreed, but when Feyre glanced back at him, she found him looking, not at the skyline, but at her. Her body grew warm under his gaze and she felt herself blush even further.

Tamlin pulled out a chair, motioning for Feyre to sit.

“Thank you,” she whispered, folding herself carefully into the chair so not as to expose herself to anyone.

The look on Keir’s face was already one of distain for her. Feyre thought he would be liable to get sick all over the carpet if he caught sight of her beaver.

Could she still call it a beaver, she wondered, given she had shaved herself bare in the shower earlier. Perhaps dolphin was a more accurate description of what she had going on.

Feyre had to suppress a giggle at that thought. Clearly the wine she had downed before leaving the house was going to her head.

Catching her expression, Tamlin gently brushed her shoulder sending a shiver of heat down her spine. “You okay?’ He asked, rounding the table to settle himself in his own seat.

Keir approached the table and with another pained smile began reciting the specials.

Feyre couldn’t focus, she was too distracted by the heat pooling between her thighs in response to the man who sat across from her, thankfully, it all sounded delicious.

Tamlin glanced at the wine list, before ordering a bottle of the table, and with that Keir disappeared.

“I hope you don’t mind,” Tamlin said, “I’m just picky about my wine.”

“Oh, no go ahead. I don’t really know that much about wine anyway,” Feyre said with a shrug.

“You’ll like it.”

“I’m sure I will.”

A tense silence settled over the table as the two of them looked at each other.

Feyre glanced down at her menu. It was overwhelming to have Tamlin watch her like that, almost as if she was the meal he was here for.

Maybe she was.

She felt her nipples harden in response to his gaze which dropped, only for a second, from her face. Gods, this man was glorious.

“So…” Feyre began, in an attempt to break the tension that was consuming her, “is this where you bring all your girls?”

Tamlin’s eyes darkened “There are no other girls, Feyre.”

“Oh…eh…it's just,” She knew he face was flushing with heat again, “It’s just you have a regular table.”

“Yes, for business.”

“Ah, right. Of course!…What is it that you do?”

“I run a property company. We manage estates and land.”

“Oh very…interesting. You certainly look like a man that spends a lot of time outdoors.”

He did, with his tanned skin and blonde hair, sure it was natural, but it was certainly sun enhanced. He had the glow of a man who breathed in a lot of good fresh air.

Tamlin smiled at that, “That’s not from work though, it’s from play.”

The way he said play, hinted at something much darker than playing golf or drinking with friends. Her body went hot again at the thought of what Tamlin considered fun.

“Feyre?”

“Hummm?” She asked, pulled from her thoughts. When he said her name, it went straight to the core of her and made her flustered.

“What is it you do for work?”

“Eh…” Feyre hesitated, she wasn’t usually embarrassed by her job in the coffeeshop, it certainly wasn’t something to be embarrassed about, working hard to earn money, but she wanted to impress Tamlin, and that was hardly going to do it. “Right now I’m just working in a coffeeshop.”

“But that’s not what you want to do with your life?”

“No! I have a degree in Fine Art, which I would love to pursue, but it’s basically impossible to make money that way unless you’re really really huge.”

“Or you have some other financial backing?”

“Yeah.”

“Like a rich husband?”

Feyre laughed, “Yes, that would be perfect. Send him out to work all day while I stay at home and paint…the dream.”

“Dreams can come true, Feyre.” He said, surveying her with something dark in his eyes.

“I suppose they can. I think a more realistic option is for me to get a job in an art gallery, maybe work my way up to be a director, but those jobs are so hard to come by.”

“I can hook you up.”

“With a job?”

“Yes.”

“In a gallery?”

“Yes. Which gallery would you like to work in Feyre?”

Feyre gawked across the table at Tamlin. Who was this guy who could offer her her dream job within minutes of meeting her. Well connected he was indeed.

“…well if I could work anywhere it would be the Velaris Gallery of Art.”

“Consider it done.”

“What—“

Feyre’s stunned protests were cut off by the appearance of a waiter with the bottle of wine Tamlin had ordered. The waiter poured a small drop in Tamlin’s glass for him to sample. A curt nod from Tamlin had the waiter pouring two large glasses for them before disappearing again.

“Do I make you nervous?” Tamlin asked, looking at how the glass shook in Feyre’s hand as she brought it to her lips.

Feyre offered him a shy smile, “I guess you do, a bit.”

“Don’t be. No matter how I come across, I promise I’m no better than you are,” he said clinking her glass to hers.

Feyre made sure to take a long sip of wine to hide her expression. That was what was making her nervous, Tamlin was so clearly out of her league. He was attractive, tall and fit with a handsome face, he clearly had money…or at the very least connections, and was beyond generous. He just told her that he could get her the job of her dreams and she didn’t think it was the kind of thing someone just said on a first date to get the other person to like them, he was the real deal.

But she hadn’t thought that he thought that he was too good for her. In explicitly stating however that he didn’t want her to think that he was too good for her, had Feyre thinking that was exactly what he was thinking.

Although maybe she was over thinking things.

Or not. These seemed like the kind of details that her friends obsessed over when they were debriefing a date.

Before her thoughts could run any further away with her though, Tamlin asked her another question.

“I’m sorry,” she said, shaking herself from her thoughts, “I missed that?”

“Losing yourself in the view?”

“Something like that.”

“I was just wondering how you’re finding Swipe?”

“Oh right, yeah it’s going well. I haven’t had it for very long, just a couple of weeks. This is my first date though.”

“Your first date from Swipe?”

“Eh no…my first date ever.”

Tamlin’s eyebrow’s hit his hairline at that, “I don’t believe that.”

“It’s true.”

“You’ve never been on a date before?”

“Well not a real one, with dinner and drinks.”

“But you’ve had boyfriends in the past?”

“Not really, no.”

“No one?”

“There have been guys, but it’s always just been casual. They never wanted me to be their girlfriend.”

“They’re idiots then.”

“No, it’s okay. I didn’t want to be their girlfriend either.”

Tamlin took a long sip of his wine. “You are a very beautiful woman Feyre,” his eyes dipping again for another split second,“You need a man who appreciates everything you are. Who can give you things that other’s cannot. That’s what you want, isn’t it Feyre?”

The warmth that had spread through Feyre, ignited in a sudden rush of heat at Tamlin’s words, at the way he looked at her. “Yes,” she whispered.

“Yes what?” He asked, his voice dropping to as low as hers.

“That is what I want.”

Tamlin sat back in his chair a self satisfied smirk stretching across his face. It was only then she realised how close they had leaned towards each other at the table. Their faces had been so close together. Catching herself, she quickly straightened, picking up her glass of wine, hoping the cool liquid would calm the burning inside her.

The wait staff must have been watching, waiting for an appropriate moment for them to interrupt. As the tension had reached its crescendo and begun to cool as if it was a game Tamlin was playing that Feyre didn’t know the rules to, they appeared to take their order.

Tamlin ordered the fish to start and the beef as a main. Feyre, realising that she hadn’t even looked at the menu ordered the first two things she saw. The salad to start and the chicken as a main, which Tamlin reassured her were good choices.

But then, in a restaurant like this, everything was going to be good.

The waiter disappeared with a flourish and Feyre knew that this was her chance to regain some ground on Tamlin before he bamboozled her with any more promises.

“What about you?” She asked.

“What about me?”

“Have you been on a lot of Swipe dates?”

“No Feyre, you’re the only one.”

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Gods this date was going terribly, Rhys thought as he stared at himself in the mirror over the sink. He had escaped to the bathroom a few moments ago for a break. It wasn’t that he disliked Amarantha. It was that she liked him. A lot.

She was dressed in a low cut dress, that left her ample cleavage on display. Rhys had tried to keep his eyes on her face, but it was hard when he feared that a nipple was going to appear at any moment. She hadn’t seemed to mind though. In fact, she had encouraged it. Pressing her breasts together for him to notice, resting them on the table so they were always in eye shot. After a couple of glasses of wine she had moved in close and began rubbing them against his arm, while he had tried to eat his meal.

Yet it was only when she dropped her hand and began rubbing him through his trousers, did he think that she was being a bit forward for a first date.

Well that, and the comments she kept making about their future together.

At the fourth mention of their children, he had made an excuse to go to the bathroom and get out of her clutches for a while.

By now however, Rhys had been hiding in the bathroom for about as long as he could get away with without raising suspicion. With a deep sigh, he resigned himself to dessert with Amarantha.

No doubt she would attempt to sensually feed him whatever dessert she had ordered, but he could get through it…maybe he could claim he was allergic.

Pulling the door to the bathroom open he stepped out into the hallway and collided with a woman.

His hands instinctually went to her waist as she grabbed his shoulders to steady herself.

But as she looked up at him with wide eyes and surprise on her face, Rhys felt his pulse begin to race.

“Feyre, darling. How unexpected to run into you again so soon,” he said smoothly, although he could hear the pitch in his voice go up an octave.

“Rhysand?”

“The one and only.”

She seemed to realise then, how close they were standing to each other, how she gripped onto him, how his hand rested on her waist. He heard her take a sharp breath in, before she stepped back out of his hold. A gentle blush spread across her face.

“I wouldn’t have expected to see you in a place like this,” he said, brushing off the rejection he felt as she moved away from him.

“What is that supposed to mean?” She asked, her brow furrowing in the most adorable way.

“Well, just this is not the kind of place I would have thought someone who bagged pastries for a living could afford to eat,” he said with a smirk.

They were words he instantly regretted as she drew back even further. Shit. He’d hit a nerve. He’d just been fishing for information about her. Smooth Rhys, he scolded himself.

“Excuse me?” She asked, but before he could think of something to say that would save the situation she had stormed passed him heading for the bathroom.

“Wait, no Feyre, come back! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean how that sounded.”

She paused in the doorway, turning to look back at him, her expression pissed. “For someone so handsome, you are so rude.”

Rhys froze, his heart accelerated.

Had he heard right?

He schooled his face into a self satisfied smile so as not to betray his thoughts. “You think I’m handsome?” He asked.

“Handsome? Yes. Unbelievably cocky? Also yes!”

He quirked his eyebrow at her choice of words.

“Oh grow up,” she scowled before closing the bathroom door in his face.

Rhys couldn’t help but grin.

For the rest of his date with Amarantha he felt like he was on cloud nine. He didn’t even mind when she “accidentally” dropped ice cream on his trousers, with a promise to lick it up later.

#acotar fanfiction #The right swipe

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scrapyardboyfriends · 4 years ago

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Why do you think the Nate sl was bad? I mean mysterious sexy young con man with a dark mysterious older guy by his side try to scheme their way into the Dingles clan by using Debbie but he ends up falling for her... I mean it's a typical juicy soap character storyline

Well...that was the Joe story, not the Nate story, so those are different things.

The Joe story was better although still a bit dull until the reveal but at least there were stakes with the golf course stuff. That all fell apart pretty quickly after the reveal though.

If we want to actually talk about my issues with the real Nate story...wow do I have a list.

1) Under no circumstances did Cain need a long lost child that he didn't know about. Just like the Dingles didn't need another member.

2) If you're going to break up Coira, at least give more of an actual reason for their marriage breaking down other than "oh Cain went to Scotland to help his family and didn't tell me for some illogical reason so now I feel like I should cheat with this new farm hand". When we get to the reveal, Moira should at least be able to cite reasons why she cheated, not just stand there struggling for words.

3) Hire a better actor. Hire an actor that actually has chemistry with their scene partner.

4) If you're going to try and sell a sexy affair, for the love of god, write better dialogue than 20 scenes of Nate trying to sound sexy while saying "You know you want me" and Moira looking like she'd rather be anywhere else.

5) If you're going to try and sell a story where someone is infiltrating their estranged father's family to ruin him, then you should probably drop a few more actual hints that you're doing that and get to some kind of reveal faster. Sure everyone figured it out so it wasn't the big twist they thought it was going to be, but they also waited way too long to confirm anything so everyone was just left wondering "is this actually going somewhere or is this just bad writing?" How much better would it have been if we saw a scene a third or halfway through the story of Nate in his caravan looking at an old picture of Cain and Cara? Then you would have known what was up or at least had a pretty big clue and then you would have known what it was you were watching and the suspense would be him trying not to let on or get caught out and you would have been waiting for the big reveal with more anticipation than just wondering if something was actually going to be revealed.

6) If this was going to lead to Faith's exit (for the time being) then how much better would it have been if they brought her into things sooner. Have her find that birth certificate a few weeks earlier and have her confront Nate and try and get him to come clean and stop what he's doing and try and explain that Cain didn't know. But then he doesn't want to hear it or he threatens her to keep quiet. At least then the stakes would have been higher and Nate might have gotten more reckless with things, which might have added interest. Plus, with Faith involved longer, there would have been more of an actual betrayal for Cain, which would make his behavior now make a bit more sense. And it would have been a longer story leading up to her exit.

7) If you're going to go through this whole story of having Nate try and destroy Cain's life, why did they put us through everyone trying to force Cain to get to know him. They kind of ruined him as a character the moment he was introduced, so why try and make us and Cain feel sympathy for him. This is again why Cain didn't need a random long lost son, particularly after they'd also brought in Ryan for Charity. Also now we've got Coira getting back together with the awkwardness of Nate still being around, plus we had to endure a jealousy story for Tracy when Moira was helping Nate on the farm. Just...so many terrible things.

That mostly covers it.

#emmerdale complaints corner

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55oju · 4 years ago

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[now]

I couldn’t help but yawn and feel my eyes close slowly even though I am standing on this train, it seemed as if the rough night I had was catching up with my body and telling me to sleep. I hear my stop being called next and I get off the subway onto my station. I drag myself to work, unmotivated to go. The roads of central Seoul look busy and I am practically sulking in laziness but I look at my phone and it’s a few minutes til my shift and I’m not that close to make it in time if I just walk.

I started to run in order to make it but my run didn’t last long as I bumped into someone. “I’m sorry!” I sighed, I was at fault but I had to continue to run because I didn’t want to piss off Manager Park even more. The tall male that was covered in black said something but I couldn’t focus on it, it wasn’t as important.

I unlock the door, looking at the clock before anything and I’m on just on time, I grin and open the shop like I’m supposed to. I sigh, thinking of what happened earlier, I just bumped into someone and just ran away, a little disrespectful.. I could’ve offered coffee on the house, I hope it wasn’t as elderly. I overthink the situation as I stock on the coffee cups, I hear the door open but and my head jumps up as I was previously in the counters. “Hello?” A voice that sounds too familiar but I can’t put a finger on whose voice it is, it doesn’t help that he is wearing all black with a matching baseball cap and mask. When I pop my head out for him to see and before I can tell him about the cafe’s hours, he speaks before I do. “It is you!”

“And you are?” I ask, a little creeped out but intrigued by the familiarity of his voice.

“I’m sorry, let me just..” He locks the store entrance which I forgot to do to prevent strangers like him from entering at this time but I back into the counter for something to protect me with and if I remember there was a box cutter somewhere here. I finally get a hold of the box cutter and he takes off his hat then mask and I drop my weapon that was probably helpless in the first place and run out from behind the counter.

“Jeon Jungkook!” I call out his name in glee while running to him in open arms. Jeon Jungkook, the little man has now sprung and bloomed into a young man. He’s matured and taller than me, saddening me that I missed so much and I took this route instead of the other.

“Ryu Jukhyun. I knew it, I recognized you.”

“You were the one I bumped into, no?” I asked, putting pieces together and he nodded, I still had to get the shop ready for opening. “Coffee on the house?”

“I can pay.” Jungkook offers politely but he knows my response as he follows me to the front counter while I go behind the counter.

“Of course not but how are you? I haven’t seen you since..” I don’t finish my sentence but he continues, avoiding any awkwardness. I start up a brew of dark roast.

“I’ve been well, we’ve made it kind of big.”

“Ah, I couldn’t tell. Nation’s brand, I see you on the subway everyday.” I joke around and he grins.

“So what is International Ryu Jukhyun working as a coffee barista?” He playfully jokes back.

“Haha, enjoying it while I still can and I don’t live on my father’s money, goes against my brand.” I laugh and he chuckles, I finish up my brew and I add a leaf created with a fresh new bag of milk that I just took out earlier. I hand it to Jungkook, “Mr. Jeon Jungkook. Wow, I’m selling coffee to the Mr. Jeon Jungkook.”

“Shall I become a regular?”

“Funny. Sneaking out recklessly? I think not, is the company still as strict as before?” I ask, watching him take a slip of the hot brew.

❋ [october 31, 2013]

“Seokjin, I don’t think this is a good idea.” I chuckle awkwardly, in fear of what the company had said about this party that we’re attending. Seokjin gave me a look that just said: trust me and I did. We stood close on the patio that was also filled with drunk idols and actors. Music was loud and this wasn’t my ideal place to be but Seokjin wanted to go and his pleading could never make me say no.

“Don’t look so down, it makes me sad.” Seokjin caught me off guard and frowns, teasing me but making me smile. My mood was enlightening, looking at the bright side of things; we never get to spend much time together due to his training and practice schedule but I’m here with him now. I kissed his cheek, forgetting that I was told not to do that and a flash from a camera struck then it continued and I pulled back quickly, running away into the house.

“This mistake could have costed his career.”

“Not as much, we just have to make it to all practices and be in line with our schedules.” Jungkook answers and I continue to do what is left to do before opening.

“So Mr. Jeon, what’s in plan for you today?”

“Just the coffee. Then, heading back to the dorm. I found a new spot.”

“Ah, don’t tell the others.” I beg and he knows what I’m talking about, he puts his cap on and along with his mask.

“Oh, another plan is to come here after your shift and catch up.” Jeon Jungkook’s eyes are slimmer, making it seem like he is smiling under his mask. “When does your shift end?”

“4pm.” I answer, not fighting the thought in my head that is telling me that this is a bad idea. I see him off and he nods as a farewell as I do the same.

❋ [november 1st, 2013]

“We specifically told you that you should be careful!” One of the managers scolded Seokjin and I as we sat together on the couch while he stood up and looked down at us. “How stupid and reckless could you both be?” His tone is aggressive and my tears form in my eyes but I’m looking down at my feet that are planted on the ground. I don’t let my tears fall though.

“Don’t be so harsh.. I forced her into going.” Seokjin tried taking the responsibility but it was really my fault.

“No, I’m sorry. This was all my fault. I completely forgot what you and the other managers had told us at that moment.” I wasn’t going to let Seokjin take the blame for something I did.

“You know that this mistake could have costed his career? Not only his but the whole group’s.”

“Hey.. Manager Tan. I don’t think..” Seokjin kept speaking but I didn’t pay attention anymore. What Manager Tan had said stuck in my head and kept replaying and I couldn’t get it to stop.

My shift was finally over and I was finally able to sleep but a black bulky SUV stopped me from making my way home, reminding me that I had plans to catch up with Jungkook and the passengers door opened, letting out a bodyguard to open the door for me and revealing Jungkook without any hat or mask to cover his face. “Hey noona.” I get in, thanking the bodyguard for opening the door for me. “Sorry for the car and the get up, Manager Sejin demanded this. Manager Sejin saw me sneaking back in and I told him everything.” I smile, thinking of Manager Sejin and all that he has done for me but I’m scared that he might’ve told Jungkook where I worked.

“Ah, thoughtful Manager Sejin. I wonder how he is.” I grin, still trying to figure out if my theory is correct.

“He is great. He stuck with us all these years. I’m glad he saw our potential and stuck with us till the end.. Have you eaten yet?” Jungkook asked, switching the topic and I shook my head. “Shall we eat then?”

“On me though, you provided the vehicle.”

“Can’t do. I’m not even paying, Manager Sejin is. He says contact him later and this is making me guess you have kept in contact?” Jungkook seems frustrated as what he had just put together is true but this debunks my theory of Manager Sejin telling Jungkook about my whereabouts.

The car stopped at this hotel’s front; Yoon Hotels and I was escorted by the bodyguard inside. No cameras were flashing and I guess it was successful for Jungkook to not be seen. The hostess sees us and greets Jungkook immediately, leading us to a private room. As we walk, I think of Yoon Hotels as they sound familiar. “Yoon Hotels..” I look around, trying to recall my memory of what I know of them.

The hostess hears my mumbling and answers all the questions that were bouncing in my head: “You might have heard of Yoon Hotels when travelling abroad, we are the world’s biggest international hotel chain and currently making our way to the top. With over..” She continues to inform me but my memory of them reached me before she could continue her informal talk that made me feel belittled. She takes a hint of my lost of interest in our conversation and just continues to lead us.

❋ [summer of 2002]

“Mr. Yoon, Mr. Han. This is my youngest daughter, Ryu Jukhyun.” My father fakes a smile, forcing me to meet them. I respectfully bow and look up to the older men.

“Ah, a bit disrespectful, no nice to meet you? Haha, Mr. Ryu.. Focusing too much on that company of yours and not on family. I’ve done some private investigating and she’s one of the last ranks?” Mr. Yoon forces a smile and I knew I was gonna get disciplined later for this matter.

“Haha, just a bit shy. Shall we hit some golf balls now?” My father sticks up for himself and not me. Just making himself seem good. My father doesn’t even like them but as he would say, keep your friends close and your enemies closer. He usually plays on Mr. Han’s indoor driving range every second Sunday of the month but Mr. Yoon said he would like to meet me this time. I’m guessing he gathered the information on me that he needed to piss my father off.

“My daughter, Yu-mi, couldn’t come today. She was practicing for her piano exam.” Mr. Yoon smiles extra bright and I sigh, knowing steam is coming out of my father’s ears already. “She’s a 95 liner too. Three years younger.”

When we got home, father asked for all maids to return to their rooms and he took me by the hair and dragged me into the closet in the west wing of the house, locking me in.

#querencia #bts #bts jin #jin bts #btsfanfiction #fanfiction #jin fanfiction #jin x reader #seokjinbts #seokjin #kimseokjin #seokjin x reader #bangtan seonyandan

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transgendercrossdressing · 4 years ago

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Boy To Girl Story - Mom's Unique Punishment

When I awakened the next morning, I laid in bed for a few minutes thinking about last night. Did I really go to the dance last night with Jason or was it all just a silly dream? I mean after all boys are not supposed to go to Sadie Hawkins dances wearing a pretty gown, sheer hose and high heels. But as I looked at my manicured hands I knew boys were not supposed to have long, polished nails either. As I stepped out of bed, I could see my lingerie from last evening lying on the floor next to my high heels. I knew right then and there that last night was no dream.

Sunday morning meant church services. Mom had gotten me in the habit of attending church with her every week since she began my transition. I looked at the clock and realized I had slept in later than normal. I guess all the excitement of last night was even more than I realized. Stepping over my lingerie I headed into the bathroom to take a quick shower before dressing for church. I still found these naked moments the most awkward. I felt more and more like a girl with each passing day but yet, whenever I found myself naked, there was no doubt about my true sex.

Mom always expected me to dress extremely ladylike for church services. She thought it was respectful for young ladies to dress appropriately for Sunday services so I could never wear a pair of pants or my Capri pants. Mom always expected me to I wear one of my nice dresses, pantyhose and heels. Although I had lots of really short mini skirts, I usually opted for one of my more conservative dresses so I selected a short-sleeved summer dress in a pale beige print. The dress ended a few inches above my knee. I actually felt relieved once I was totally attired in my pretty dress. And even thought it was warm I didn't even mind that I had to wear pantyhose, a nice taupe shade that perfectly matched my beige heels. I liked the way they made my legs look.

"Danielle, are you almost ready honey? It's getting late."

"Almost mom. I just need a few more minutes." I yelled back. My room looked like a disaster with all my drawers open and stuff lying all over but I didn't have time to straighten up. I'd just have to do it after church.

Sitting down at my vanity, I quickly applied a very light coating of foundation, applied some blush to my cheekbones, a quick coat of mascara on my lashes and a touch of pink lip gloss on my lips to complete my look. I was amazed at how quickly I could get myself ready when I had to. I brushed my hair, fixed it with a few clips and sprayed a bit of perfume on me before grabbing my bag. As was my practice, I gave myself a quick look over in the mirror to make sure everything looked okay and then joined the family downstairs. When I walked into the kitchen I could see that both my brother and Jason were also going to church since they were dressed a bit nicer than usual.

I looked over a bit sheepishly at Jason as our eyes met. I still felt a bit awkward around him especially after last night's dance. Somehow the dance changed things more than I thought. I mean he was so nice to me all night and I still could blush at just the thought of his kiss.

"Wow, what a sleepyhead you are! I guess you aren't used to all that dancing and excitement." Jason laughingly said.

"Yeah. I guess. I was more tired than I thought."

"Is everyone ready? Let's go. We're going to be late." Mom yelled out. I just grabbed a banana to eat on the way to church and we all headed out the door. Somehow a piece of fruit seemed appropriate.

Usually just mom and I went to church on Sunday. She generally let my brother stay home so I wasn't used to him being around. And having Jason and my aunt there made it a bit more embarrassing for me. I was surprised that I still felt funny some times having people who knew me as a boy see me so completely feminine. I thought by now it would be more natural but it still was a bit awkward.

Since my transition mom and I started going to a new church two towns over so there was little chance of us running into anyone from our old church. Plus I never went all that much back then anyway. It seems girls are expected to attend services much more often than boys. As we took our seats in the pew, I could see Jason's eyes occasionally checking out my legs. I caught him once or twice and he just smiled and gave me a little wink. I could feel my cheeks actually blush a little when he did that. Now how girlish is that?

I felt a bit awkward during the peace part of the service. That's when all the participants either shake hands or kiss the people near them. Mom and I always kissed each other on the cheeks like women do. My aunt also kissed me. Naturally, my brother just ignored me and barely shook my hand. I went to shake Jason's hand and he surprised me by kissing me on the cheek. Wow, two kisses in less than twenty-four hours.

Once mass ended we all piled back in the car for the ride home. During the ride, mom mentioned that they had to drop Mikey off at his friend's house for the day. They had some practice or something. Mikey evidently had a change of clothes in the trunk. I knew mom and Aunt Alice had some kind of lunch plans with some lady friends of theirs so I realized that Jason and I would be alone for most of the day.

"Danielle, you and Jason will be able to fend for yourselves today I assume? I left you some food in the refrigerator that you can make for lunch. Hopefully, your aunt and I will be home in time for supper."

"Sure mom. We'll be fine. I can make us some sandwiches or grill a few hamburgers if we get hungry. That will be okay, won't it Jason?"

"Oh yeah. Burgers are fine with me. As long as you don't burn them or nothing."

"Jason, how dare you. I'm a good cook, right mom?"

"Yes honey. You've developed some excellent culinary skills. I must say that you've surprised even me."

Naturally Mikey had to chime in next. "Yeah, Danielle is like our own little Martha Stewart, aren't you, Danielle?"

God, he's such a brat, I thought as he exited the car at his friend's house. Good riddance.

A few minutes later we were back home. I was surprised that mom and Aunt Alice were leaving immediately for their luncheon and day out with the girls. I just assumed they'd come in for a few minutes but mom said they were running a bit late.

"Okay, honey. We're off. Now remember to take good care of your cousin, Jason today. I'm sure he's in good hands, right honey?"

"Yes, mom. I'll take care of him."

"You have your house key, right?"

"Yes. It's right here in my purse." I answered as the car drove off leaving Jason and I standing in the driveway.

At that second it dawned on me that I would now be alone with Jason for the rest of the day. Even though we've spent a lot of time together this past year, very little of it was one on one time. Most of the time everyone was around so it felt a little less awkward for me. Today I would have no one there to help me with those awkward moments. I would have to fend for myself.

Nervously, I slipped the key in the door, turned the latch and Jason and I entered into the living room. Being a true teenage boy, Jason immediately announced he was hungry and asked me what I was making for lunch.

"Don't forget, you told your mom that you would take good care of me. So what are you making your boyfriend for lunch?"

"I don't know yet? What do you feel like?

"A burger or something would be good."

"Okay, I can do that. But I'm going to change first so I can get comfortable."

"Ah, don't change. You look so cute in your dress. Can't you just stay like that until later? Please. Besides, I'm starving now."

"Oh, alright. But someday you should try to stand around and cook in high heels. They're not the most comfortable things to wear, you know."

"I know they're probably not that comfortable but they sure look nice and I never had a girl cook for me before so it's kind of special. Besides, you can change later."

So off I pranced into the kitchen to prepare some lunch for both of us. Mom had some hamburger patties in the fridge so that was easy. I found some rolls too.

"Jason, do you want some fries too? We have some in the freezer."

"Sure, that's great."

In a few minutes I had everything pretty much under control. The fries were in the oven, the burgers were in the pan and the rolls were getting toasted. I took out the ketchup, salt and pepper and some plates and silverware. I was just getting ready to set the table when Jason yelled out to me.

"Hey, can we eat in the living room. The golf tournament is on and Tiger is in the lead."

"Sure. I guess we can. I'll bring everything in there."

I was glad that I helped Mikey out that day with his friends so I had some experience with doing all these things. However, I still felt a bit awkward carrying all this stuff in to serve Jason as he just sat there watching me.

"You know you can help." I said.

"Yeah, I know. But cooking and stuff seems like something girls should be doing and you seem to be doing just fine. Besides, I like watching you work. You seem so natural."

"Oh sure. You're just saying that so you can just sit there on your butt watching your stupid golf on television. All of you boys are the same." I said half jokingly but with more than a hint of truth. Jason was just like my brother and all other boys. They all would do anything to avoid work.

"And all you girls are the same too."

I wasn't quite sure what that comment meant but I had a feeling I didn't really want to know.

"Jason, everything is ready no thanks to you. Do you want to come in and fix your burger or do you expect me to do that as well?" I yelled from the kitchen.

Jason must have missed the sarcasm in my voice as he yelled back. "No, you can fix it. Just put a little ketchup on the burger and fries. Oh, yeah, and some salt on the fries too. Thanks."

What a jerk, I thought as I seasoned his hamburger and fries. Boys just don't know how good they have it. I almost had to laugh at that thought as I realized I was a boy too. Or at least I used to be a boy. I certainly didn't feel very boyish right now standing in the kitchen wearing a pretty dress and high heels as I made my date from last night a hamburger. And yes, Jason was my date last night and he did go out of his way to make me feel special. So why shouldn't I serve him a nice meal? I guess he deserved it for being so nice. And it was in this mindset that I found myself bringing Jason his lunch on a tray.

"Oh wow. Thanks. I was only kidding you about serving me but this is really nice. Mom doesn't even treat me this nice."

"Well don't get used to it. I'll be right back. I have to get my food. I don't have a maid like you do." I said jokingly.

I wasn't a very big golf fan but I sat down next to Jason since he seemed so engrossed in the match. As I was watching it dawned on me that my interest in sports seemed to be waning to. As I sat there I remembered how involved I was in sports. I used to eat, sleep and talk sports all the time. Not any more. Now my interests were decidedly more feminine, much more in tune with the life of a teenage girl. I spent a lot more time on fashion magazines, teen idols, music, dancing and makeup. It was funny as I sat there thinking about all these things. Here I was with my plate daintily sitting on my lap with my napkin. Since I was wearing a dress my knees were pressed together and my feet were crossed at the ankles. Meanwhile, Jason was chomping away at his hamburger, getting ketchup all over his fingers and his legs were spread wide open. It was very apparent to me at that moment that our lives were going in very different directions. And I was beginning to wonder which direction I really preferred.

I know being a guy had certain advantages. I mean after all I just did all the cooking and I knew I would be the one doing the dishes too. But boys had to do more outside chores and more of the dirty work. Boys also were involved in more competitive things so they were always competing and fighting against each other. And of course their clothing was so boring. Boys always look the same no matter what the occasion, except if they had to wear a tuxedo or something. Girls on the other hand had so many options when it comes to clothing. And girls' clothes have a lot of power over boys as I was finding out with each passing day. And I had to admit that it was fun learning some new skills. I mean I still knew how to throw a baseball but now I knew how to cook a lot of different things. And I knew how to sew and mom was teaching me how to crochet as well. And I certainly had a much better appreciation of music, the theater and dance. I had to admit that my horizons had definitely expanded. And yes, my school grades were much improved too. All the things mom had predicted when she first made me dress as a girl seemed to be coming to fruition.

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alpacaparkaseok · 4 years ago

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Mine

13. Agust D

Genre: Min Yoongi x oc

Warnings: none

Word Count: 4.2k

I have a surprise for you guys in this chapter!!! 😊😊 Aaaaand we’re all set up and ready to go for the finale!

2 Months Later

Anacortes, Washington, USA

The distant sound of a bell pulls me back to reality, and I turn to face the wind. Waves are pushing their way onto the shore, the choppy water fighting for my attention.

I watch as the ferry grows ever closer before putting my earbuds into my ears to answer my incoming phone call.

“Funny, I was just thinking about you,” I smile as I close my eyes.

“Really? What a coincidence. What are you up to right now?”

“Just about to board the ferry. You?”

“I’m going to head to bed soon.”

“Wow, so early. You’ve become so disciplined!”

Yoongi’s breathy laugh fills my ears and I can almost picture him rolling his eyes if I close my eyes tightly enough. “I’m assuming you’re not available to facetime?”

Frowning, I shake my head even though he can’t see me. “No, too many people around. You’ll just have to deal with the beautiful sound of my voice.”

“That’s what I was afraid of.”

It’s been two months since I last saw Yoongi outside of Bong-cha’s apartment. The chill that comes with currently residing in the northwestern United States is almost the same as I felt that morning when we said goodbye.

‘Young Rising’ came out just over a month ago, and it’s received a lot of success. Thankfully it was just enough to help me land a role that is already receiving speculation for possibly being a critically acclaimed role.

It wasn’t the one I originally wanted, that role went to Bryce Dallas Howard. I suppose I’ll have to try for a 1700’s romance some other time. This time around I get to play the daughter of one of the first lighthouse keepers in the United States and all the crazy events that unfold. It’s fun, and getting to take the ferry out to the San Juan islands here in the state of Washington is an added bonus.

My favorite part of the role? Every morning I get to sit here and watch the ocean and talk to Yoongi.

“Rude, but I’m not surprised. Isn’t it barely midnight there? You really are heading off to bed early.”

“Yeah, it’s midnight. What can I say? It was a long day and I’m exhausted.”

Now that I listen closer, I notice the hint of tiredness in his tone. “Why? What happened today?”

Yoongi sighs as I get up to board the ferry. Another great thing about being here in Washington? It’s cold and rainy enough that nobody bats an eye at me. I’m decked out in my raincoat and my beanie is pulled down low. During this time of year there aren’t many tourists either, so most mornings it’s just the ferryman and I. Today there are a couple of small groups milling about, though.

All the better. It gives me an excuse to not facetime Yoongi and have him laugh at my bundled up state. Which, for the record, he finds hilarious.

“Promise not to laugh?”

“Promise.”

There’s a second hesitation before he speaks up again. “I miss you.”

It’s a blow straight to the heart, and I cling to the railing so as to not fall overboard. We try not to dwell on our current state too much, things are complicated enough. Still, it’s nice to know that I’m not the only one struggling with this.

“Why would I laugh at that?”

“I don’t know, you like making fun of me and how weirdly sentimental I can get-”

“Soft. That’s the word you’re looking for.”

“...right. How could I forget.”

“I miss you too, Yoongs. A lot.”

It’s silent on the other end of the phone for a little while, so I just lean up against the railing and watch as the ferry begins to edge out to sea. Once again I close my eyes against the crashing waves and try to convince myself that I’m sitting in the genius lab or making a mess of things in the kitchen.

How could a span of less than a week affect me so much? It’s a question that I’ve come back to many times over the past couple of weeks. Occasionally I get a moment of understanding. Sometimes that understanding comes late at night as I cuddle up in bed, propping my phone up to chat with Yoongi as he sits at his desk in the genius lab and tells me about what he’s working on.

Just watching him mumble incoherent things under his breath and seeing his eyes flit back to his phone to check that I’m still there makes me realize that there’s so much going on here. So much going on whilst being so far apart.

At least the media frenzy has died down a bit. Sure, there’s still a lot of theories tumbling around, but the mobs of heartbroken fans seems to have lessened significantly.

“Are you sure that’s everything, though? What else have you got going on?”

“What, me missing you is not enough?”

I chuckle into the phone. “Nope.”

“Fine, you caught me. We’re finishing up the final touches on the mixtape and I always just get really stressed before a release, you know? Like you did the night before ‘Young Rising’ premiered?”

Shuddering at the memory I groan. “Ugh, don’t remind me. But what is it exactly about this mixtape that has you so nervous? I mean, this isn’t the first time you’ve released one. Maybe whatever helped you de-stress last time will help you this time around, too.”

There’s a long pause but I wait patiently for him to speak. The island is just coming into view now, I’ve probably got about fifteen more minutes before I’m officially on the clock and have to hang up.

I hate that part.

“I’m not so sure...it’s different this time around.”

I frown. “What’s so different? You’re even more loved?”

A wry laugh on his part. “No, not that. It’s just...this mixtape, these songs...they’re even more personal this time around. Sure, I’ve talked about some pretty personal things on my previous mixtapes, but this time around the entire mixtape is personal.”

That’s news to me. Ever since Yoongi changed the concept of the album he’s kept everything under lock and key. He told me he kept most of the tracks, ‘My First Mistake’ obviously being one of them. Other than that, though, I have no idea what to expect.

“Yoongs...I think that will make this mixtape your best one yet. Really. People will be able to relate to it, and they’ll love you even more for it. Just, get some sleep tonight. You’ve worked your hardest - don’t try to brush it all off, you’ve nearly worked yourself to the ground over this mixtape! - and that’s all you can do. I’m absolutely positive it’ll be great.”

“Thanks, Car. So what scenes are you doing today?”

We get lost in the conversation for the remainder of the ferry ride before suddenly the ferry is coming to a stop. I hurry off the boat, the tell-tale change of tone tipping Yoongi off to what I need to do.

“Talk to you later?”

“Yeah, sounds great. Get some sleep!”

Yoongi chuckles. “Will do. Have a great day.”

I sign off the phone and roll my shoulders. One of the producers, Melissa, is waiting for me in a little golf cart.

“Hey Cara, ready for the day?”

Grinning at her, I jump into the passenger seat. “Definitely.”

🌙

It’s the middle of the night when I’m awoken from my slumber, and I groan as I contemplate just turning my phone off. It was a late night, I’ve probably only been asleep for a couple of hours at this point.

When I see who’s calling, though, I pick up.

“Bong-cha?” I ask blearily. “What’s up?”

“Have you listened to it yet?!”

I hiss as Bong-cha screams into my ear. “What are you talking about? Did you and Jimin finally kiss or something?”

“No, you idiot. Yoongi’s mixtape!”

My eyes widen and suddenly I’m completely awake. “His mixtape? I-it’s out? When?”

“It just dropped like an hour ago! Didn’t he tell you? I mean, I get that he wanted to surprise everybody, but I thought he’d at least tell you.”

I’m already on my music app, searching for Agust D. When I finally hit search, I scream involuntarily.

“That little punk! He didn’t even tell me!”

“Wait, Cara!”

“What?”

“Just, listen to it.”

“That’s what I’m trying to do, weirdo.”

“No, but really listen to it. I mean, it’s about you.”

My chest stops rising as my air gets cut off. “What do you mean it’s about me? We already knew about ‘My First Mistake’-”

“No, not just that track. I mean it’s all about you. Just look at the name of it! Isn’t it a little weird that he didn’t stick to his m.o. and title it ‘D-3’?”

I was in such a rush to click on his profile that I didn’t even bother to look at the title. When I do, I come gasping up for air.

Mine.

Written there in big, bold letters is the word mine.

“That doesn’t mean any-”

“Nuh-uh, you listen to the mixtape and then we’ll hash out the details. Got it?”

“Fine. Call you in the morning?”

“Isn’t it already morning for you?”

“Yeah, 4!”

“Right. Yeah, call me later.”

Clicking off the call, I take a deep breath to steel myself before clicking on the album. 8 tracks stare back up at me, most of them I recognize from that first night in the genius lab. The leading track is ‘My First Mistake’, which makes me smile. When my eyes trail down to the final song, I can’t help but click on it.

My Last Mistake. Turning the volume up, I sit back against my headboard and listen. And then, note by note, I fall under his spell.

Yoongi’s heartbroken voice talks about details of his life, how he goes by many names. The world knows him by Suga. His true fans know his other name, August D. Min Yoongi controls the strings of those two personas. A heavy beat pounds out the words alongside him.

Then the music slows, becomes calmer. Clearer.

In the most tormented voice he can manage, Yoongi talks about a girl that called him Yoongs. He talks about a girl driving under the stars that called him Yoongs and how in that moment, he decided that none of the other names mattered anymore, just so long as he could hear her say it one more time.

As the song falls from its crescendo, Yoongi brings up his last mistake.

“What’s your last mistake, Yoongs?” I whisper, hoping for an answer.

He answers it a moment later, the same melody from ‘My First Mistake’ being played out, only this time it’s on the guitar rather than the piano.

He’s reminded of his last mistake every time a plane flies overhead and he can’t run fast enough to catch it.

🌙

The entire mixtape is hauntingly beautiful.

As I finish listening to “Naksan”, a song set Naksan park, and what I assume to be the gazebo that overlooked Seoul, I lean my head back and sigh.

There is so much we don’t say. There is so much that Yoongi has never said, but now I’m beginning to realize why he was so nervous about this mixtape.

Here, crammed into these eight songs that talk about everything from t-shirts to being oceans apart, Yoongi says everything he never could before. It’s obvious, painfully so. He didn’t try to cover anything up.

I am so dead.

Yet, I can’t find it in myself to care. The only thing I wish I could do right now is show up at his apartment and sit down on his couch. Maybe eat some food, and watch as he fumbles for an explanation to this mixtape that is no longer a mixtape but more a cry out into the void.

And of course, don’t even get me started on the title track. The song that the album is named after, “Mine”.

In it Yoongi recalls his dreams of having a big car and house, and how he gets to call all those things his now. He has it all, essentially. And yet, the one thing he wants more than anything is far from him.

‘I have it all, I hear them say it. I have it all, they chant over again. When will they realize that it means nothing to me, if I can’t call you mine?’

Dragging myself to check Twitter, I see what the number one trending topic is right now.

#Mine

And in second place?

#CaraisMine

Somehow, I can never quite make it to first place. How disappointing.

Groaning as I realize that the sun is about to come up, I linger over Yoongi’s contact information.

One call. That’s all it would take. A single phone call, and maybe everything would change. But what would I even say?

Hi, it’s the girl that’s ridiculously in love with you. Do you feel the same way? Great! Let’s end our careers and live in Fiji!

As enticing as that sounds as I watch the rain pouring down, I know that it’s unrealistic. I’m here, caught up in some strange, long-distance relationship that’s technically not a relationship.

And Yoongi’s there, hopefully receiving all the praise he deserves for coming out with yet another great mixtape.

So I just let the dim light from my phone fade out before slipping back down under the covers. I know what Yoong is thinking now.

Ball’s in my court. But how on earth do I return it?

🌙

Seoul, South Korea

“And she still hasn’t said anything about it?”

Yoongi knows that Taehyung is trying really hard to understand his current predicament, but if he asks him if he’s heard from Cara one more time, he’s going to lose his mind.

“No.”

“Have you reached out to her?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

Sighing, Yoongi rubs his hands over his face. “First, because it’s only 8 o’clock in the morning over there. Second, I basically just told the world about my feelings for her, I think I can give her a little space to breathe before jumping on her.”

Taehyung plops down beside Yoongi, his eyes wide. “You’re really stressed, aren’t you?”

Somehow the question makes Yoongi laugh. “You think?” He feels restless; he has for the past two months. He thought releasing the mixtape would diminish that feeling, but instead it’s been heightened to the point that he can’t hardly sit still anymore.

Which is saying a lot, because Yoongi loves sitting still.

“Hyung?”

“Hm.”

“I think you should borrow my car and go for a drive or something. Just get out for a while. You’ve been cooped up in this studio for weeks; it’s messing with your head.”

Sometimes Yoongi forgets how much everyone cares about him. It’s in times like these that he remembers. Without saying much else he takes Taehyung’s keys that he extends to him and heads out.

When he gets into the car, he doesn’t know where he’s going. His mind is filled with worry and doubts and worst of all, regret. Was he too blind in his feelings that he overlooked Cara’s? After all, maybe she’s listening to the mixtape right this very moment and wondering why he would write something like this.

Maybe she hasn’t called him yet because she’s trying to come up with a way to let him down easy.

Yoongi drives and drives, turning up the music so as to drown out the thoughts in his head. He drives on and on, clueless to the fact that it’s the middle of the night and he should really be heading back to the apartment now.

When he parks before a lit path that leads up, Yoongi realizes that his body knew this entire time where he was going.

Without questioning it further, he hops out of the car and shrugs on his coat and mask. It’s late enough that hopefully most people will have had the sense to go home.

As Yoongi climbs up the path he only passes a couple of people; a couple that are too tangled up in each other’s embrace to even notice him. The path continues ever upward until he’s panting, but he’s grateful for the burn in his lungs. For a brief moment, his mind isn’t consumed by the what ifs of his current situation.

As Yoongi clears the final steps, his gaze immediately turns to the gazebo just down a ways. It’s the same as before, the night a similar one to that night when he watched Cara from afar before mustering up the courage to go talk to her.

Tonight there is one major difference. As Yoongi edges closer, there’s a tightness in his chest. There’s some part of him that half-expects Cara to appear, leaning up against one of the pillars and looking out at the city.

As Yoongi steps into the gazebo, that wish vanishes into thin air.

It’s empty.

Cara is not here. Yoongi is, though. Which has proved to be the most miserable thing in the world over the past two months. Cara is gone, but somehow Yoongi is still here and seeing her everywhere he goes.

The songwriting and production process is enough to make anyone go a little insane. Usually, once the project is finished, Yoongi feels like he can finally breathe again. He’s able to enjoy the fruits of his labors.

Not tonight.

At first he laughed at himself, back when he’d first started learning about Cara from Bong-cha and curiosity overcame him. He thought it was silly of him to want to learn everything about her and what it was that made her tick. There was just something about her that made Yoongi dive right in.

Of course, the boys had noticed. Even Bong-cha, who hadn’t known him for very long, had noticed the difference Cara had made. That was before they even met. Before any of this had even started.

Yoongi knows his place. His place as one of the most famous stars in the world, his place in the group’s dynamic, his place among his family. His place among ARMY. Yet, when he met Cara, it was like the ground disappeared under his feet and he’s been falling ever since.

He used to come to Naksan park often and just think. He’s not one for hiking around outdoors, but something about the view and the beautiful architecture of the gazebo and old city walls that line the path have helped him think.

He used to stand where Cara stood, and think about everything. However there was one topic that he tried to avoid at all costs: love. It wasn’t because he didn’t believe in love or didn't want it; if he’s learned anything from his time with ARMY he’s learned about love. But there was always this giant, impenetrable wall that stood between him and love.

Yoongi knows his place, and because of that clear role he has also always known that him falling in love with someone other than his fans was off the table.

That night when he came to meet Cara, he was coming to tell her just that. He was coming to tell her that he was a horrible human being that was dangerously close to breaking that unspoken rule, and he needed to mark a clear line in the sand. Friends, he had thought We can still be friends.

Yet, as he’d watched Cara head to the same spot; the same pillar he had frequented so many times, his words had gotten caught in his throat. She’d looked out over the city and Yoongi would have given anything to know what she was thinking.

Instead, he’d just asked for what so many people had been unable to give him throughout his career.

Just someone to sit in silence with.

No demands, no questions, just be together.

And as Yoongi sat swimming in his feelings, Cara’s head resting on his shoulder, he learned something about himself.

Yoongi had avoided the topic of love for so long not because he didn’t think it was appropriate for his lifestyle, but because he’d known deep down that the chances of him finding someone he was willing give everything up for were nearly nonexistent.

Cara’s hand was wrapped up in his, sharing his pocket. Quiet breathing, feeling warm despite the oppressing chill. No demanding answers, just sitting together.

He had realized that while he was looking for someone to convince him to leave everything behind, he was sitting beside someone that already understood. Someone that would never tell him to abandon it all just to be together.

He was sitting beside someone that might just be open to the possibility of being together, and would be open to the chaos that would ensue. There was no need to change everything to be together, but there would be the need to fight for that privilege of calling Cara his.

As Yoongi now steps into the gazebo and rests on the bench opposite from where they had sat, he remembers when it all started.

The night after he’d watched ‘Under Nine’, he’d felt restless and wandered up here. It was the first time in over a year that he’d come here. He knew why he didn’t bother to anymore; he didn’t feel inspired anymore when he looked out over the city.

Yoongi had seen the world, and he’d fallen out of love with it.

It was a horrible, lying, cheating thing. He’d seen too much suffering, fought so hard against it just to see evil rise up again and again.

Yet when he came up here that night after watching Cara on screen and seeing that humanity can be beautiful even in all its flaws, something amazing had happened.

He looked out over the city, and a little spark had jumped up in his heart. That night, Yoongi looked out over the world, and began to fall in love again.

Yoongi has never been very confrontational. Some may think he is simply due to his status as a rapper, but that’s never been the case. However, he is known for his undeniable work ethic. For his unending effort to obtain what he thinks he deserves.

When Yoongi placed a letter into the mail a few days ago, he was reminded of why he was going to do everything in his power to make this work.

When he looked at Cara, he thought that she deserved a chance at love, too.

Giving one last look out at the city, Yoongi gets up and stretches. There are a lot of uncertainties swirling about right now, but there is one thing he is completely certain of.

He is going to do everything in his power to give him and Cara a chance.

🌙

Anacortes, Washington, USA

I have mail.

It’s the first time in a long time that I’ve gotten mail, but I can’t fight the feeling of dread as I wonder if the awkward pleas from fans are about to start up again. There’s a single envelope addressed to me sitting on the ground in front of my hotel door, which I scoop up before heading back inside.

No work today; we’ll be taking a two week break to wait out the rainy season before picking things back up again. I’m grateful for the small reprieve, I would much rather stay cuddled up in my blankets today while I try to wrap my mind around everything.

I haven’t reached out to Yoongi yet. Granted, it’s only 10 am, but I still feel a little guilty. I just want to make sure I have my thoughts in order before I freak out, you know? After all, there’s still a chance the mixtape being about me is just a coincidence...right?

Stacey, my PR rep, just got off the phone with me. Nobody really knows where I am right now, which is good. There are perks to being holed up in a small town in the northwestern United States.

She gave me an earful on how many calls she’s received over the course of the last few hours from various magazines and gossip collectors. When she asked me if there was a statement she would like for me to relay, I blanked. Stacey just laughed and said she’d come up with some vague for the time being.

My attention returns to the item in my hand. Cautiously opening up the letter, my brows furrow as I take out a small slip of paper and a piece of thick cardstock.

Cara,

Hopefully this gets to you when it’s supposed to. I thought of just sending you an email but that seemed to detract from what I was going for. You understand, don’t you? When you told me about your break from work, I managed to pull some strings. Follow the directions on the back of this letter, I’ll be waiting for you. And no, I can’t do this over the phone. It’s an ‘in-person’ kind of thing.

Yours,

Yoongs

Flipping the letter over I frown when the directions are in French. Then, scrambling for the cardstock, my mouth drops open as I see just what Yoongi is talking about.

One boarding ticket for tomorrow morning, leaving at 10am.

Destination?

Paris.

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You wanted everything to be perfect for today. You had planned this day for three weeks. It was hell keeping this news from him, but you wanted to wait for him to be home from tour before you shared the news. You had dropped subtle hints but he would not pick them up.

You had facetimed with his mother to get her Sunday roast recipe that Niall absolutely loved. He asked why you wanted that. “We never fix roast for the two of us.” Your husband of two and a half years questioned your sudden interest in home cooked family meals.

“It's your favorite meal your mother makes. Thought I might need to know it so it will be someone's favorite sometime.” You thought something might click but nope. He was to far into his golf highlights on the TV.

The dvd you had his audiovisual team fix for you was delivered the day before just like they had promised. You had set up a tee time for him and Willie. Niall questioned your reasoning for everything lately. No wine or occasional beer, different food choices “You been on a health kick lately. What's up with ya?”

“Nothing. Just trying to keep us healthy.” You added a little emphasis on the word us and placed a hand on your stomach. You had not started showing any sign of a bump yet. You had been blessed to not have any morning sickness just yet.

“And I love ya for that I do,but kinda miss my wine drunk wife at times.” He moved behind you and slid his bare arms around you sides and pulled your back to his shirtless chest.

You had a spatula in hand that you threatened him with. “If you make me burn these eggs I'm gonna beat you with this.”

“Umm sounds interesting,” he hummed as he kissed below your ear. He didn't play fair; he knew all your weaknesses and he was using two against you. Hugs from behind and the sweet spot behind your ear.

“You're a menace,” you turned your face to his and pecked a kiss to his cheek before you returned to work on the scrambled eggs. “Go on and get the plates please. Oh and a couple bagels for the mini oven.”

He placed one more kiss on your neck before he moved away from you. “Niall do this. Niall do that,” he chuckled as he tried to mimic your tone. “Starting to feel like Cinderella here.”

“Ok Cinderfella,” you were proud of your play on words there, “I think asking for two things is not too much.”

“Is it too much to ask,” he sang out his own lyric. You couldn't help the smile that brought to your lips. You loved to hear him sing anywhere anytime.

After breakfast was devoured Niall headed to your room to get ready for golf. You were in the closet to find an outfit for the day. He joined you as he dressed in his new Nike golf clothes. A gray pair of golf pants matched with a royal blue Nike top. “So what you got planned for the day?” He asked as you slipped on a burgundy top.

“Just some errands today. Going to the market and other boring things.” You tried to act like you didn't have most of the day planned out up to the minute he found out your secret.

You had left before Willie showed up to collect Niall for their day of golf. You had your list of Maura's ingredients for the roast. You checked it four times to make sure you had everything. Back home you set to work on the meal. You knew it had to cook slow and on low heat nearly all day. You facetimed Maura just to make sure that you were doing it right. She laughed at your intensity of making sure every chop and slice was perfect.

“What is going on dear?” She questioned with that motherly tone.

“Just wanted to make sure it was close to being as good as your roast. You know how much he loves it.” It killed you not to tell her. The only people to know were you, the doctor's office and the audiovisual guys. It was self inflicted torture but it would be worth it at the end of the day.

Niall had text you that he and Willie were going to stop for a couple drinks. You text back ok but don't be too long about it. That you had a surprise for him.

As you added the finishing touches to the meal you heard Niall come in. “Honey I'm home,” he loudly announced.

You couldn't help but laugh at him. “I can hear that Dear. In the kitchen.” You called out so he could find you.

He sniffed at the air a time or two and let out a hum like sound. “Smells good in here. What's in the oven?” He made his way to you and kissed your temple.

“Your mother's Sunday roast recipe.” You opened the oven door to show him. The heat and the aroma hit you both and it made even your mouth water. “Almost ready. You go wash up while i get things ready.”

He came back cleaned up and changed into a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. Hair a mess from where he had his cap on most of the day. “Looks like someone got a little sun today.” You kissed his nose as you walked past him to set the table.

“Ah maybe a little. It was a nice sunny day. Just right for a round.” He looked at the table and asked what the special occasion was.

“No reason. Just glad to have you home and want to spoil you a little.” You smiled fondly at your husband; soon to be father of your child.

At dinner you asked Niall what he thought about babies and kids. He laughed, “They are loud, very needy, they stink, and they cannot do a lot till they get older. They are slimy and have grubby little hands.” You could feel your stomach start to churn with sickness. He continued, “and I can't wait to have a liter with you.”

You felt the tension release from your body. “A liter? Really Niall? I'm not a dog or a cat. And I don't want to have that many at one time.”

“Where did this come from?” He asked as he finished his plate. “By the way. This was amazing. Thank you my love.” He leaned over and kissed your forehead.

“Thank you and you are welcome.” You were glad he liked it. “I don't know. I just had a check up at the Doctor the other day we we talked about stuff. How I'm not getting any younger ya know.” You lied.

“So you want a baby? Didn't know if we were ready for one yet.” He replied very nonchalantly. “I mean with me still making music and going on tours. I wouldn't be able to be here to help much when you need it.”

“I know Niall. Trust me I know how crazy and hectic our lives are. But like I said we're not getting any younger.” You stood to clear the table. He helped you and followed you to the kitchen.

“Don't be that way,” he stated. “You know I love ya and if you want a baby then we can work on that.” He placed a kiss to your neck.

“Hey I got you a surprise. It's in the dvd player. Why don't you go get it ready and I'll join you in a minute.” You kissed his lips before you pushed him away.

He did as you asked and you heard the beginning of the dvd. You gave it a few seconds and you heard him call for you.

“Yes dear?” You entered the room to see him with a big smile on his face. The tv screen flashed pictures of the two of you or ones you took of each other. Suddenly there was a cut to an old I Love Lucy clip. Niall looked up at you with confusion all over his face. The old black and white tv show didn't seem to fit with what he had been watching. Ricky read off and announcement: “Dear Mister Ricardo my husband and I are going to have a blessed event. I just found about it today, and I haven't told him about it yet. I've heard you sing a song called “We're having a baby. My baby and me.” If you would sing it now it would be my way of breaking it to him.”

Your eyes blur with held back tears as you wait. You watch Niall as it all sinks in. Ricky starts to sing the song and more pictures play over the song. Pictures of you and him then a picture of a positive pregnancy test. Niall sets there speechless and damn near breathless. Just before the song ends the classic I Love Lucy heart appeared on the screen. It filled in slowly with the following words; We Love Baby Horan. Underneath it reads due June 2019.

Without a sound or warning he is off the sofa and wrapped you in his arms. “Is this? Are you? I mean wow.” He was beside himself right now. He didn't know what to do or say. He hugged you closer and tighter. You heard a sniffle or two and that's when your waterworks started to flow. You cried and he looked into you eyes. He tried to wipe away the tears from your eyes but it was no use. “You are telling me that there is a little one in here,” he moved a hand to cover your stomach. You couldn't find your voice so you just nod as a strangled laugh comes out of your body.

He kissed your lips and whispered back, “I love you.” Then let go and got down on a knee and kissed your stomach. “I love you too little one.”

Niall pulled you into him, and you snuggled in as close as you could. You whispered out to him, “I love you.”

#niall horan #niall fic #anon request #non smut #thank you anon #niall fluff #I Love Lucy

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alj4890 · 6 years ago

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A Friendly Game? ~ Fluffy Friday

(Maxwell Beaumont x Nadia Park) (Thomas Hunt x oc*Amanda) (Drake Walker x Olivia Nevarkis)

Mixing characters from Choices: The Royal Romance, Red Carpet Diaries, and Perfect Match. Taken from my “And Then I Met You” series.

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"This makes my birthday a billion times better, little blossom!" Maxwell picked up his petite wife and gave her a long passionate kiss. Nadia wrapped her arms around his neck and felt her heartbeat race.

"Um, hello? Could you two stop so we can actually begin this?" Drake swung his putter and hit Maxwell in the back of the leg.

He and Nadia frowned at the two couples watching them. Amanda cleared her throat. "How about just moving a few steps to the left so that we can start the game?"

"Or we could easily be persuaded to call it a night, if you would rather be alone." Thomas suggested.

Amanda, Drake, and Maxwell stared at him in shock. "Thomas, this is minature golf!"

"I'm well aware of that, Amanda." He wondered what was wrong with her.

Drake shook his head. "This is why I said years ago that we do not add new players to the game."

Amanda pointed her putter menacingly at Drake as her eyes narrowed. "He is my husband! And don't think I didn't notice you brought a Nevarkis with you."

Olivia widened her eyes in surprise at Amanda's words and tone. "Hey!"

Amanda looked at her friend and let out a frustrated breath. "You know I love you but all sentimentality leaves the moment we start."

Maxwell nodded as he set Nadia down. "No butter when you putter."

Thomas, Olivia, and even Nadia (who usually understood the crazy phrases he would say every once in a while) stared in confusion at that statement and were shocked when Drake and Amanda immediately agreed.

"What does that even mean?" Thomas asked.

"No butter? Buttery goodness." Maxwell explained. He rolled his eyes when the three newcomers didn't get it. "What does butter do? Makes everything taste great. No butter equals no goodness. No being sweet once the putter hits the ball. That's the MAD way."

"Mad way?" Olivia snorted.

"It's our initials in order of birth." Drake replied. "The MAD way of playing is anything goes and you will either win or do all you can to take down someone with you."

Nadia's eyes widened. "But, when you talked about playing, you made it sound like the best time ever."

"It is!" Amanda exclaimed. "You'll see." She turned to her husband and pushed him forward. "We always start oldest to youngest." Thomas stared at the woman he had married and wondered how he missed this competitive streak in her. The ball was dropped and he lined up his shot. He hit it and watched as it went through one of the holes in a windmill. He started to follow it to continue when three voices told him not to move.

"All balls must be hit before you take another turn." Maxwell explained. Thomas simply stared and went back over beside Amanda. He placed his hand on the small of her back and was about to ask her a question when Maxwell glared. "Hey! No butter! No exceptions to the rule." He glanced apologetically at Nadia. "You too, babe."

She sighed and sat down on a bench beside Olivia. They all watched as Maxwell, Drake, and Amanda had their turns. Olivia and Nadia rounded up the last and all moved to where their balls were.

Thomas frowned when he saw some were blocking his path to the hole. His green ball was blocked by Amanda's blue and Olivia's red. "How are we to do this if there are others in the way?"

"You play it the MAD way!" Three different voices yelled out.

"Thanks. That cleared it up." He muttered. He hit the ball and sent Amanda's and Olivia's going off in two different directions.

"Wow." Amanda said a bit breathlessly, impressed at seeing him ruthlessly cause upsets for two of his opponets.

"Butter!" Drake and Maxwell glared at her. She narrowed her eyes at them. "It's not butter when you acknowledge an opponent taking out multiple enemies in one swing!" They begrudgingly agreed and continued the first hole.

The next few holes were used more as a way to assess each other's strengths and weaknesses. Well, at least for the MAD three. They soon realized that their suppositions were correct. The spouses had nowhere near the level of skill that they possessed. The loves of their lives also did not have a devious bone. What a shame.

By the eighth hole, the MAD's were in their element. Thomas, Olivia, and Nadia watched in amazement as acts of sabotage began to be performed. Drake held his putter out and made it move like a pendulum as Maxwell tried to make a tricky shot. Maxwell in turn would tell jokes the entire time Amanda was near to making a par two on her turns, causing her to shake with silent laughter and mess up her shot. Her sabotage was more subtle with deep, lingering apprehension by pointing out how upset their wives were being ignored for a child's golf game.

As Amanda lined up to putt on the 18th hole, Drake looked over her shoulder where Thomas was standing. "I still can't get over how many beautiful women come up to him for an autograph. He's not even an actor."

She quickly turned to see who was with her husband and accidentally tapped the ball sending it in a different direction than intended. Once she saw that not only was her husband standing by himself but Drake's evil smirk form, she knew the time had come to enact something her two friends could never truly prove. Was she really clumsy or not?

Amanda began to walk next to the side she knew he would aim for. Maxwell was squatting down, studying the terrain. His putter was casually sticking out to the side. Just as Drake's ball was on a path of possibly being a hole-in-one, she tripped over Maxwell's putter and fell across the green, knocking Drake's ball over onto the sidewalk.

Thomas ran over to her, worried she had seriously injured herself. Drake nearly bent his putter in anger as he yelled at her. "What the hell was that? You know the rules! NO standing on the green!"

Thomas helped her up and his temper snapped. Everyone froze. None had ever witnessed his temper set free. By the time he was done setting Drake straight on how to speak to his wife, everyone's mouth was parted in shock. Thomas had her sit on a bench while he left to get some water to clean her cuts.

As Drake tried his shot again, slightly unnerved by Hunt's incredible tirade, Amanda taunted him quietly. "Anything goes."

He narrowed his eyes suspiciously at her and hit the ball. Olivia and Nadia took their turns and Thomas came back. He knelt down and gently cleaned her knees and palms. Maxwell tapped his putter against the ground in irritation. "Come on Thomas! It's your turn. She can finish clea--" He coughed nervously when Thomas stood up and silently glared at him. After making sure no one would dare say another word, he leaned down and spoke softly to her. Her fierce expression gentled as she pressed a kiss to his lips.

"BUTTER!" Drake and Maxwell yelled at the same time. "It was a lot eaiser to maintain order before we found significant others." Maxwell muttered. Drake grunted in agreement.

Thomas still held an aura of danger, which had to be the reason that they took a cautious step back. He looked at the positions of the balls and an evil gleam came into his eyes.

"Uh oh." Maxwell breathed. "What did you unleash, Drake?" They watched as somehow Thomas not only sent Drake's ball flying off toward the parking lot, but also managed to send Maxwell's in the oppsite direction. It landed with a small splash into a pond.

Amanda's smile was nearly blinding with her pride in his devastating blow to the two she was trying to beat. He causally slung his putter over his shoulder as he faced Drake and Maxwell. "Sorry, boys. I guess I was a little too MAD." He sauntered back to his wife and grinned when she jumped up and kissed him.

Nadia and Olivia stood up and grabbed their husbands' arms. "Can we please go back to normal now?" Nadia asked. Maxwell sighed and slung his arm around her. She linked hers around him and kissed his cheek. He grinned and walked off with her.

"How come Liam and Riley didn't join us? Or Hana and Rashad?" She asked.

Maxwell colored a little. "We tried to play with Liam and Rashad, but...um..."

Nadia grinned. "Not MAD enough?"

He stopped and kissed her for understanding. "Exactly."

Olivia looked around and admitted something. "I'm actually a little impressed." Drake smirked at that. Then he glared when she elaborated how impressive Thomas was with his revenge. Her eyes twinkled with mischief as she nudged him. "You could probably learn a thing or two from him."

He grunted and dragged her off to return their putters. She then told him the different sabotages he had performed that she thought were brilliant. He smiled and led her to their car.

Thomas wrapped his arm around his wife and slowly walked with her. A hint of a smile played about his lips. "Remind me to call Rick when we return to California."

"Rick? The stunt coordinator?" She asked.

Thomas opened the car door for her and leaned down to kiss her. "Yes. I think it's time you had some proper training to know how to fake a fall without hurting yourself."

#choices trr #drake x olivia #trr maxwell #trr drake #the royal romance #thomas hunt #choices rcd #thomas hunt x oc #choices red carpet diaries #maxwell x nadia #choices pm #fluffy friday

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lalainajanes · 7 years ago

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@thetourguidebarbie and I were complaining about the Polyvore alternatives and I found this truly awful dress on one. Celeb AU fluff was born.

Lookin’ Sharp

She’s exhausted, the consultation she’s walked out of had been a battle, one she’d had to smile through. Caroline’s dealt with difficult people before, had eagerly tackled this latest job. She’d never been one to back down from a challenge but then she’s never met a woman who thought a shapeless shiny mint green caftan was a good look for a Golden Globes after party.

Until today.

She really should have listened to Kat when she’d warned Caroline that socialites were the worst people to style. Caroline had brushed off the words at the time, figuring that her client’s reputation – sweet, agreeable, super committed to using her dad’s money to help ex-cons – would mean she’d be an easy paycheck. She’s mentally listing jewelers who like her, hoping she can find a necklace spectacular enough to distract from the chosen dress’ awfulness. She’s thinking diamonds the size of golf balls might do the trick.

“It’s a lost cause, you know.”

Caroline’s heart lurches when the words ring out, her body tensing. She whirls, dropping the armful of garment bags she’d been lugging out to her car. She hadn’t recognized the voice – she’s never heard Klaus Mikaelson say so many words at once. At least not in real life.

He’s a few paces behind her, hands up and a contrite expression on his distractingly handsome face. “Apologies,” he murmurs.

She relaxes, but not completely. She’s pretty sure Klaus isn’t going to stuff her into a trunk but he’s still a very big deal for a girl trying to make a name for herself in Hollywood. Caroline presses a hand over her chest, takes a deep breath. “You scared me. Do they teach you how to walk like a sneaky ghost when you sign up to play a superhero or something?”

He smiles, “I wasn’t making an effort to be silent. Perhaps you were just preoccupied?”

That’s possible. The fitting she’d just left had not gone well. A client who flat out refused to listen to sense, who appeared to see something vastly different than Caroline did when she looked in a mirror, was proving to be really freaking frustrating.

But she couldn’t exactly tell the client’s boyfriend that, could she?

She pastes on a sunny smile, “Well, award’s season’s just about to go into full swing. I have a lot on my plate. I’m sure you’re very busy too.”

Caroline hopes that’s a subtle enough hint. She’s curious about why he’s followed her out, hadn’t been lying about having an extensive to do list. She’s positive she hadn’t forgotten anything, that the four trips between condo and parking garage haven’t been in vain. She can’t exactly go making demands though, not from a guy whose next movie is projected to have a 100 million dollar opening weekend.

“Not for a few weeks yet,” Klaus says, crouching to gather her scattered things. Caroline hurriedly follows, brushing off the pebbles and dust from the bags he hands her. “I’m just supposed to smile for the cameras and look pretty. Make people forget about the… incident in Las Vegas.”

She chances a glance at him, unsure of how to react to that statement. She’d never have thought he’d make such a direct reference.

Caroline knew there’s no way she’d be able to be blasé if photos of her naked body had been splashed all over the internet. Then again, she’d never play strip poker with total strangers.

It hadn’t quite been a full frontal shot - Klaus had been lucky, and a champagne bottle had been left on an end table - saving the pics from being fully NC-17. Had circumstances been different they might not have even caused a stir. Klaus Mikaelson’s resume had a couple of racy film and TV appearances from before he’d left England on it, not that Caroline had googled him.

Okay, fine. She hadn’t googled him recently. And she definitely hasn’t watched the compilation of all his sex scenes on YouTube since she’d met him in person.

Unfortunately for Klaus (and really unfortunately for his publicists) the timing of the photos of his drunken debauchery leaking couldn’t have come at a worse time.

He’d been voicing a character in an animated feature when they’d come out, a gruff but loveable lone wolf who learned about the power of friendship. That, plus a superhero blockbuster on deck, meant he had to appeal to the broadest audience possible.

The pictures were the opposite of wholesome, damage control was necessary. He’d been volunteering with soup kitchens, had adopted a rescue dog. Had gone public with a relationship, one with a textbook good girl, and had been seen holding hands and getting fro-yo and generally being snuggly.

In public, at least. In private, from what Caroline’s observed, the relationship isn’t the warmest. Klaus has usually been in the background, glued to his phone and making noncommittal grunts when asked for an opinion.

Caroline’s not sure how to address the Vegas incident without putting her foot in her mouth so she decides to go back to his original statement. She straightens, folding the stack of dresses over her arm, “What did you mean about a lost cause?”

He’s edged closer when he stands. She keeps her eyes trained on his face, not on the way the fine weave of his shirt clings to his shoulders. “Just that your work’s not going to end up on any best dressed lists. You’ve tried to steer her towards flattering and age appropriate but she’s remarkably convinced her perspective is the right one. It’s not just clothes, if it’s any consolation. It’s everything.”

Wow. It certainly seemed like there was trouble in paradise. Caroline does her best to be diplomatic, “Personal style is a funny thing, I guess.”

He grins, head tipping to the side, “That’s an impressive non-answer. My publicist would be proud.”

“It’s a gossipy industry. Badmouthing clients is going to lead to fewer opportunities not more.”

His eyes sharpen, “Ah, speaking of opportunities, I’d wondered if you might do me a favor.”

A favor? That seems suspicious. “What kind?”

He laughs softly, “Nothing nefarious, love. I’d merely like a ride.”

“A ride?” she repeats, eyes shifting over to the black SUV she knows belongs to Klaus.

“In your backseat. Covered in a few of the bags you brought with you. Passed the paparazzi that are staked out on this block. They need to think I’ve spent the night, you see. And I’d really rather not.”

This conversation just got weirder and weirder. “Did you… I mean, it’s not any of my business if you guys are fighting but maybe talking it out would be better than fleeing?”

He looks at her as if she’s said something crazy. “We don’t talk. Well, no more than necessary.”

“Sounds like a healthy relationship,” Caroline quips. Her eyes widen and her teeth snap shut in horror. Had she seriously just said that? She’s so freaking fired.

Klaus surprises her though. He laughs again, louder this time, the sound echoing off the concrete walls around them. She’s confused, and frozen, unwilling to say anything that might make things even worse. When he calms he shifts closer, relieving her of some of the bags. “We’re not in a relationship, sweetheart. Not really. It’s a contract. A mutually beneficial agreement. I raise her profile, she makes me look like a fine upstanding citizen. Everybody wins.”

Huh. While Caroline knows those kind of arrangements happen, at least intellectually, she’d never expected to be a party to one. “That sounds…”

“Awkward?” Klaus supplies, “tedious? I can assure you it’s both. We’ll have an amicable breakup in April, pledge to stay friends. I’ll be done with press and can disappear for a bit.”

A thought occurs to Caroline, one that she doesn’t like. “Wait, did you fake adopt a dog too? Because that’s not cool.” She’d seen snaps of him walking the dog, some kind of Labrador mutt, and it’s really freaking cute.

“No, Munch was legally and truly adopted. He’s likely being given too many treats by my assistant as we speak.

Caroline nods sharply, satisfied, and fishes out her keys so she can pop the trunk of her car. “Good. If you were a faking a dog adoption I’d have to assume you’re a garbage person and I would not let you in my backseat.”

“Big fan of dogs, are you?”

“In theory, yes. Not in practice just yet.”

She begins loading up, carefully arranging things for maximum space use. She feels Klaus watching her carefully but she focuses on her task. Now that she knows he’s single the little devil on her shoulder is urging her to flirt. Whispering that the worst thing that would happen is that he wouldn’t reciprocate.

And if he did? Well, Caroline wouldn’t mind seeing him naked again. Would be seriously onboard with touching him while he was naked.

“Perhaps you’d like to meet him? You could come in for a bit once you’ve dropped me off?” he asks.

Caroline rears back, nearly hitting her head on the open trunk.

Klaus makes a soft noise, concerned, and his palm brushes over the back of her head, lowering to settle on her shoulder. “Careful. No need to injure yourself. I’d much rather we have dinner than take a trip to the emergency room.”

Maybe she had hit her head. “Dinner?” she parrots. “Like, together?”

He nods, a smile curling his lips. His thumb strokes her neck, an absent gesture that’s unfairly distracting. “You, me, the dog begging for crumbs. We’re working on it but his manners aren’t the best just yet. If that goes well I hope you’ll agree to do it again sometime.”

Clearly, Caroline hadn’t needed to talk herself out of flirting. Klaus didn’t share her qualms. Unless this was another step in his image rehab. She shifts back until he’s no longer touching her, crossing her arms. “Is this another contract kind of thing? Dating someone who’s not super rich so you seem down to earth?”

Klaus denial is immediate, “No, nothing like that. I’ve just spent an awful lot of time studying your face, wondering at the comments you’ve been holding back. Your face is remarkably easy to read when you’re frustrated.”

Whoops. Caroline makes a note to work on that. Her clients were a self-absorbed group but it’s possibly someone would notice her inner screaming at some point and she couldn’t have that. At least not until she’s more established. “I suppose I could eat,” Caroline says slowly.

Klaus expression warms, his pleasure evident. “Lovely. Just let me program my address into your phone.”

Caroline hands it over willingly, doesn’t shy away from the brush of his fingers against hers, letting her body brush against his more than necessary as she returns to packing up.

Half-assing things isn’t in her nature. If Caroline’s going to flirt (and oh boy is she ever) she’s going to do it right.

#klaroline #klaroline drabbles #a break from all the smut

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