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lucyjay · 4 years ago

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Silver (b.bh)

||You and Baekhyun have been friends for the past couple years. What happens when you both develop feelings for each other but no one has the courage to admit it?

Genre: smut (a bit of fluff)

Warnings: explicit language, alcohol consumption, teasing, unprotected sex ( balloon your baboons fellahs), dirty talk, oral sex, fingering, cum play, throat fucking, hair pulling, multiple orgasms

Words: 6.5k

You throw a final look at your reflection in the mirror and sigh. I look like shit, you think to yourself and make your way to the bathroom to finish straightening your hair. The last thing you are in the mood for is clubbing but guess who won’t take no for an answer?your friend Nat who borderline blackmailed you into either joining her and your friends tonight or finding all your embarrassing high school photos displayed on your insta tomorrow morning.

After managing to make your hair not look like you got out of a cat fight, you put on some make up which for you consists of 3 simple steps. Step 1, hiding the black shopping bags that jewel your under eyes, Step 2, some blush so that you don’t resemble a ghost and Step 3, mascara. The final result looks better than you anticipated when you started getting ready over an hour ago.

A simple black baggie-t’shirt style dress, a pair of black boots, your straight hair naturally hugging your shoulders, falling all the way down to your waist and last your make up which thank god hides the fact that you’ve worked a total of 60 hours this week. It’s a nice, fresh spring night and you reckon you’d be okay without a jacket on. You throw your keys, phone and credit card in a small bag and make your way out of your apartment. Your find your uber already waiting for you outside the main entrance of the building, you jump in and decide to give your friend a call to check if they are already at the club.

“Hola”, her high pitched voice makes you chuckle, she still sounds like a 5 year old girl just like when you first met her.

“Hola. Sooo, I’m on my way, I should be there in like 20′ max. Who else is coming? Please tell me Sehun and Taeyong will be there? Taeyong promised he would make time if i joined you”, you protest already used to one of your best friends, Taeyong canceling on you lastminute.com because of work.

“They are already with me babe and we should reach the club in 10′ or so. Sara and Jaebum are coming as well, Bam is DJ’ing, oh and ahm”, she pauses and your heart starts racing subconsciously knowing what she is about to say. “..Baekhyun is coming”. You swear at her for not letting you know earlier and she mumbles apologies which leave you completely untouched.

“Nat, you did it on purpose”, you try to keep your tone calm only because your uber driver is already giving you some “lady keep your voice down” looks through the rear mirror.

“I didn’t but even if I did so what? We are all friends and it’s completely childish of both of you to put us in a position where we have to go out with each of you separately. Bam is worried and Sehun is having abandonment issues”, she whines dramatically and you hear Sehun in the background screaming, “I just want my friends back, oh god, please”, a fake cry following his oscar-worthy performance as you hear Taeyong burst into laughter a bit further in the background.

“Ok ok! I don’t care. I’m done playing his little games anyway. I wanna drink and have fun. See you in a bit”, you reply and hang up. The uber has reached the city centre and your gaze in boring outside the window looking at the people and the buildings but not really paying attention to anything. All you can think about is him. How things have completely gone to shit when they were so promising. You and Baekhyun met a a couple years ago when he started hanging out with Sehun who he met at work. The latest then brought him into your group and he clicked with all of you straight away.

Fast forward to a a few months ago, you were at one of BamBam’s house parties chilling and chatting away when he confessed that he likes you and he has been into you since the day he met you catching you completely off guard. You, having been crushing on the boy since the moment you laid your eyes on him, did what no 26 year old, sane woman would do and just bailed. Literally left him there, drink in hand, mouth hanging open in shock and you just left the house, got inside a taxi and went home. You were so embarrassed over your reaction and disappointed in yourself for ruining the perfect chance to be with the biggest crush you’ve had since middle school, that you couldn’t even bring yourself to message an apology to him. A few days later you all met at a cafe and that’s when it started. He was so cold and sulky towards you and who could blame him? But he was overdoing it to the point that it started pissing you off. You couldn’t get him to talk to you alone and eventually managed to get you to not stand being with him in the same room. Every time you met since then, it was just a verbal war between the two of you, full of sneaky insults and hurtful jokes with a drizzle of swear words and some whipped sarcasm on top.

“It’s just one night out. How bad can it get?”, you whisper only for your own ears to hear you. The uber slows down outside the club, you thank your driver and step out of the vehicle, gently closing the door behind you. The queue for the club isn’t too long and you can spot Nat,Tae and Sehun waiting on the left side where the VIP queue is forming. Sehun waves at you eagerly and you make your way to their direction.

“At least she is wearing a dress and not pyjamas”, Sehun teases and lifts you up in a hug that made you almost gasp for air.

“I am overworked, not lame. I now how to dress for a night out”, you spit back faking annoyance and the younger boy raises his hands in defence.

“Tough week at work?”, Taeyong asks as all four of you walk towards the entrance of the club.

“Everybody decided to get married at the end of summer apparently, so considering that I have to organise 9 weddings within the next 4 months, I would say tough year.”, you pause and your eyes follow the direction Taeyong is looking at and...there he is. Locking his car dressed like a bloody model straight out of a Vogue photoshoot. Black jeans, loose blue shirt, a silk navy blue scarf around his neck and a pair of black boots. “...and it’s not about to get better”, you finish your sentence.

Him being ridiculously attractive should have been something you were used to by now, but you haven’t seen him in almost a month and in all honesty you almost forgot how easily he makes your entire body go numb just by standing there not even looking at you. Too lost in your own thoughts you haven’t noticed him standing next to you greeting the others, ‘till he turns his attention to you. His hair is silver. Fuck him and his ability to look good in everything. Fuck him and his gorgeous face, you think to yourself.

“Your hair is longer”, he says in the most indifferent tone. Is this his idea of a greeting? Asshole, you think.

“Your hair is bloody silver”, you reply, your eyes not leaving his. He serves you a slight side smile and you can feel the insides of your palms getting sweaty.

“Looks good doesn’t it?”, he throws a rhetorical question not really waiting for an answer. You tsk and roll your eyes at him while quickly turning to get inside the club. BamBam was near the entrance to greet you and show you which table he reserved for you and your friends. You follow him and he leaves you shortly after to go and prepare his station for his set next to the man currently DJ’ing.

“I’m gonna go get drinks, what do you want?”, Baekhyun asks the rest of you.

“Let’s just get a bottle”, Nat proposes and you nod. “tequila or Vodka?”, she asks.

“Tequila”, you and Baekhyun shout in unison and you turn to look at each other. Are the lights in here making him look even more attractive or is it just you being horny for him? You give yourself a mental slap.

“Tequila is good”, Sehun adds. Baekhyun makes his way to the bar and Nat moves to your side, leaning next to your ear so that she doesn’t need to scream on top of the music.

“Make a move”, she says and you almost choke on your own spit.

“Are you insane? Haven’t you been around lately? I guess not. Let me fill you in. In the last episode of Season 2, he hates me. End of story”, you reply and she chuckles.

“He doesn’t hate you. He is just still hurt by your reaction back then. And you are clearly into him. Like, it’s clear like the sun. Like, I can see you undressing him with your eyes. I could legit-...”

“That’s enough! I got your point”, you cut her off and really wish Baek could get his ass there already cause you swear you would love to down that entire bottle of tequila right now.

“Babe, talk to him. It’s a shame. You have had feelings for each other for so long. You can’t just..leave it.”, she says and her tone is soothing and understanding. You turn to look at her and nod causing her to smile widely and clap her hands like a little kid who just got her birthday gift. A minute later Baek shows up with two bottles of tequila inside a bucket and a waitress follows right behind him with a tray full of glasses and ice which she lays on your table.

A few drinks down and you find yourself relaxed enough to be dancing with Taeyong like there’s no tomorrow, rocking some crazy moves perfectly nsync with BamBam’s wild beats. Taeyong’s hands are on your waist and you rest your head on his shoulder, your back against his chest as you sing every single lyric of the song currently blasting.

“I need another drink”, he screams over the music. You nod and make your way to the table where you find Nat and Sehun talking to Jaebum and Sara, a couple Nat met whilst on holidays in Japan, who happened to be from the same city as the rest of you. You chat with them for a few minutes, sipping on your drink when you realise you haven’t seen Baekhyun since returning to the table. After scanning the area around you, your gaze falls on Nat’s who mouths a silent “outside” to you, as if she has read your thoughts. You excuse yourself and make your way through the intoxicated crowd, eventually reaching the exit of the club. You step on the pavement and look up and down both directions to see if you can spot Baek. On the left side of the doors, a few meters away you can distinguish a frame that looks like him. You slowly make your way towards the man and after a few steps you can see his face clearer under the dull lighting the lamppost covers the corner of the street with. He was staring at the ground, cigarette in between his index and middle finger. You clear your throat and he turns to look at you.

“Oh sorry, I didn’t see you”, he says calmly, taking a puff of his cigarette, quickly letting a line of smoke out of his nostrils.

“You smoke”, you say and it’s more like a realisation and less like a question. Your stare drifts off of his face and down to his feet as if his shoes are the most interesting thing to you.

“Yes, got a problem with that?’, he turns to look at you and you raise your head to meet his eyes. You can’t read him. You never could. He looks unbothered yet sounds annoyed. It’s so frustrating and you swear at yourself for even thinking of approaching him. You scoff and turn to leave, sure that you’re clearly not wanted there.

“That’s the second time”, he says and his voice is low but you can sense a weak scent of irony lingering at the end of his word. You stop in your trucks and turn to face him.

“What was that?”, you ask.

“It’s the second time you walk away from me. There won’t be a third”, his statement catches you off guard but you’re not planning on letting him see the affect his words have on you.

“I suppose you came out here to get some air, I wanted to check if you’re alright but you’re clearly not up for a chat. Am I wrong for thinking that the best thing to do was to excuse myself?”, you regret the slight sarcasm in your words which was completely unintended. His attention lands on your face. There’s at least 2 meters distance between yourself and him but for some reason you feel like you’re suffocating. His presence is so strong that you can’t even think straight. Without taking his eyes off of yours, he throws his cigarette somewhere to the side and with two steps he is standing right in front of you. You can smell the smoke on him but it doesn’t bother you; his cologne in combination with his addictive natural scent are enough to make your head hazy. He shouldn’t be able to affect you like this.

“Excuses”, his voice comes out like a loud whisper and you feel embarrassed at how it makes your entire lower body go numb and the sensitive area between your legs pulsate. His stare is so heavy that it almost makes you feel small. He moves a bit closer to you and you can almost feel his body touching yours.

“Baekhyun, I’m...”, your voice fades out unable to complete the sentence. Your eyes still on his like magnets. You can’t see anything around you but him.

“Finish your sentence Y/N”, he says calmly. You gather all the courage you could before you allow the confessions that you have been battling all these months, come out. It’s so hard but you know you have to. You have to give it a shot.

“I’m sorry. For that day.”, you say and his features rest in a slight shock which only encourages you to continue.

“I’m sorry i left you like that and that I didn’t explain myself. I’m sorry that I never called you after what happened. But what I’m not sorry about is what happened afterwards. You were so mean to me and you refused to talk to me. Your behaviour was horrible and I don’t take back anything I’ve said to you every time we fought”. You swear your knees are about to give out and your breathing is so heavy that you can feel your chest rising and falling as if you were running. You heart beating in your head is making you dizzy and you pray that you won’t just faint right there and then.

“You don’t regret anything you’ve said to me all the times we fought?”, he asks and you feel a pinch of annoyance that this was the only part of your paragraph long monologue he chose to focus on.

“Nothing. You started every single fight”, your statement came out strong and your voice way too stable given your current state. You congratulate yourself in your head. As if that was even possible, Baekhyun steps even closer to you, now trapping you between his body and the wall. You can feel his torso pushing yours backwards only for the back of your waist to land on his right hand, his left one resting on the wall slightly brushing your cheek.

“I swear I would take you against this fucking wall just to shut this annoying mouth of yours”, his lips almost touching yours. You can feel his breath on your face and his words wake the butterflies in your stomach. You’re mad at yourself for feeling so weak under his stare. It takes you a few seconds to realise that you have been holding in a breath. You just stand there, frozen, eyes glued on his honey brown ones when the words roll out of your tongue without second thought.

“Why don’t you then?”, you speak in a low voice that even gives you goosebumps. Your boldness surprises him and he shakes his head.

“I shouldn’t. I-..”

“Excuses”, you cut him off and you catch him so off guard that if it wasn’t for you being an absolute mess right now, his shocked stare would have had you chuckling. He raises his hand to caress your cheek and the way his knuckles softly touch your skin makes your entire body shiver. He doesn’t allow you to let the sudden skinship action sink in when he tilts his head only to rest his forehead against yours.

“I don’t know what to do with you anymore. Please tell me Y/N. Just tell me what you want”, he pleads and the entirety of your body heat is now resting on your face. You have never seen Baekhyun like this, basically asking you to take the upper hand. You rest your arms on his and connect your hands behind his neck.

“I want you Baekhyun. I don’t even remember how it was not to want you.”, you inhale and the air entering your nostrils feels too hot “...let’s go back to yours.Or mine, I don’t care”. The moment you finished your sentence Baekhyun’s hand was on yours, already guiding you towards the direction of his car. He open the door for you to get in and a second later he jumps in the driver’s seat.

Baekhyun’s eyes are glued on the road and his grip on the wheal is strong. You take a minute to examine his side profile and your eyes linger on each of his beautiful features. His beautiful honey-brown eyes, his straight nose and his soft, pink lips that are currently pressed into a thin line as if he is trying hold back a river of words threatening to fall out. Your hands are resting on your thighs which you’re pressing together in a desperate attempt to ease the buzzing in your lower area. You are already so embarrassingly wet, even though Baek hasn’t even touched you, which makes you realise how wrong all your past partners must have been treating you. Not able to stand the distance between the two of you, you place your hand on top of his right thigh, slowly dancing your fingers up and down the area. He shakes his head, momentarily closing his eyes only to open them a second later. His stare is intense but you can’t read it properly.

“Babe...”, he says and your hand movement stops at the sound of the nickname. Feeling more aroused by the second, you bend slightly over so that your lips are brushing against his ear.

“What...babe?”, you tease and he grips the wheel with such strength that it looks like he is trying to break it in half.

“Finish your sentence Baek”, you continue and at this point you know you’re playing with fire. He turns to give you a look for a split second, his eyes filled with something unknown to you and a slight smirk is gracing his beautiful lips.

“Sit back properly, take off your underwear and open your legs.”, you’re looking at him, eyes wide open in shock. His habit of bossing you around would normally have you ignoring his ass, maximum serving him an eyeroll as a response, but now it’s different. Your brain hasn’t even had the time to comprehend the possible consequences of his request, when you find your hands slowly sliding the sides of your underwear down your legs. Before you manage to even speak a word, his slender fingers are caressing the inside of your thighs and you throw your head back, eyes shut in an attempt to keep yourself under control. His middle finger and index travel all the way to your sensitive area and you let out a low gasp when you feel them on your heat.

“Holy fuck...”, he says and inserts one finger inside your throbbing pussy. You moan out his name as his digit is hitting you exactly on the right spot and you can’t see it but there’s a victory smile resting on his lips.

“Baek wait...”, you try to complain but it’s in vain. He adds a second finger and while keeping his eyes on the road, one hand on the wheel, driving almost at 150 km/h, he is steadily bringing you closer and closer to your orgasm. You turn your head to the side, your eyes linger on his frame when you start feeling a knot forming on the lower part of your abdomen. You gather all the strength left in your body to lift your arm and tangle your fingers with his silver locks, slightly pulling his head backwards. He hisses and fastens the tempo of his fingers, his palm now coming in contact with your clit. You know you aren’t going to last long. Your walls start pulsating around his skilful digits and the car stops at a red light which finally allows him to focus his attention on you for at least a few seconds.

“I can’t wait to feel you clenching around my dick baby”, he says and you can feel yourself getting closer to your orgasm.

“Does my baby like dirty talk?”, he teases you and you pull his hair a tad stronger than before.

“I want you to come before the light turns green, you have approximately..”, he pauses to calculate the other traffic lights at the crossing, “...10-15 seconds?”, he adds driving his fingers in and out your pussy at a frenzy rhythm. You can’t handle the tension anymore.

“Baek, I can’t-...”, you swear you could cry with all this tension gathered on your lower body. You’re so close you can sense your orgasm.

“9..”, he says, his eyes piercing yours.

“Fuck, no I can’t”, you close your eyes, trying to control your body. It’ll be too much, you don’t want to come here in his car.

“Open your eyes and look at me. 6″, he counts and you do as you’re told. His palm hitting your sensitive clit is sending vibrations all the way to your head and you swear you wouldn’t be able to spell out your own name at this moment if you had to.

“I’m so close, I’m- Baek please...’, you whine and you can feel your walls clenching like crazy, swallowing his fingers. He places his other hand around your neck, squeezing gently and you’re a goner. Your orgasm crushes through you like fireworks and you can’t stop yourself from grinding down against his fingers, greedily trying to ride the explosive feeling out.

“That’s my girl”, he flashes you a satisfied smile and removes his fingers from your pussy at once. You grimace at the loss of contact but you’re too occupied trying to gather your thoughts and get yourself together, to pay further attention. The car is already on the move and before you can fathom what’s happening, he is parking in front of a building. Your eyes feel heavy but only at the thought of what’s coming, you feel the knot in your stomach tighten again. Baek steps out of the car and opens the door for you. You take a second to put your underwear back on, and you step outside the vehicle likewise. He locks it and starts walking towards the entrance of the block of flats before you, his hand in yours as your steps shadow his. You walk up the stairs and stop at the first floor. He stands outside a door and takes out his keys to unlock it when he turns to face you for the first time since he had you coming all over his fingers in his car.

“Before we get in I need to tell you something”, he warns and his eyes are examining your face. You step closer to him, your arm brushing against his.

“What is it Baek?”, your voice sounds so sweet and the way you say his name has him melting.

“If we do this, there’s no disappearing in the morning. There’s no going back to how things were. If you don’t want to stay and if you don’t want to be with me, leave now. This can’t be a one-time thing for me. That’s not what I want.”, he takes a deep breath as if he just gave the most important speech of his life. Your mouth hangs open at his sudden confession and you feel a stink of guilt that you’ve made him so uneasy; scared that you would run away from him and disappear. You grab his keys and unlock the door which opens wide in front of you. You step inside his flat and turn your head to face him.

“Do you prefer eggs or pancakes for breakfast?”, you ask him while taking off your shoes. He steps in and shuts the door behind him. Walking backwards you start unbuttoning your dress, “...I prefer something sweet in the morning to be honest”, you’re teasing and you reach the last button. You take another step backwards and you can feel his eyes burning on you. He is following each step you take, mirroring your movements now taking off his shirt. You let the dark fabric of your dress fall down your body and pool around your ankles. Baekhyun stops in his tracks, half naked and the lust in his eyes could make you come right there and then. You are about to take another step backwards when he nods you negatively.

“Don’t move”, the words come out as a soft command and you listen, standing there only in your lace black underwear, looking at him basically begging him to do something. He hasn’t even kissed you. He is the only man that has given you an orgasm without touching you anywhere else, not even a peck on the lips. He takes his time roaming his gaze along your body, his eyes resting on your breasts a second longer.

“I want you to kiss me”, you let out before you realise the words leaving your mouth. He focuses his attention back on your face and your body is about to burst from the need to feel him closer in any way. He is slowly walking towards you while taking off his trousers, leaving his body now covered only by his black boxers.

“Your entire face is blushing, you’ve been squeezing your thighs together, your breathing is unsteady and you’re giving me blowjob eyes”, hie finishes his sentence when standing a breath away from you. “...you want me to do more than just kiss you baby”, you release a breath you didn’t know you were holding in and he smiles. He is so infuriating standing there, laughing at the misery he has put you in. You can’t let him play you like this.

“If you think you can..-”

“Shut up”, he says and you can’t tell who initiated it but his lips are on yours, kissing and biting as if your mouth is the last source of air and he needs it to survive. His right hand finds purchase on your ass, squeezing tightly pushing you closer to his body and his other hand grabs the back of your head, deepening the kiss. You can feel your underwear sticking on your dump heat and you squeeze your legs together trying to give yourself some comfort. Baekhyun breaks the kiss, bringing his lips next to your ear.

“Is my baby wet?Again?”, he cooes and you wanna smack him across the face because he fucking knows you are.

“Yes I am, and if you don’t do something about it soon I’m gonna have to get myself off”, you lilt and turn to enter his room. It’s way cosier than you would have imagined, with a queen size bed in the middle. You seat at the edge of it and you open your legs as seductively as you can, covering the fact that they’re shivering in anticipation. He enters the room and his eyes are darker than before, his erection clearly visible through his boxers making your mouth water. You cock an eyebrow at him but he doesn’t move. That’s it, you can’t waste anymore time waiting for him to do something. You get up and get on your knees in front of him, removing his underwear with a single movement before you place your palm around his shaft.

“What the fuck Y/N”, he breathes out and his knees turn weak under your touch.

“I’m done waiting for you Byun. Took you 2 years to kiss me. I can’t imagine how long it’ll take you to fuck me”, he is about to protest when you lean forward, putting his dick in your mouth, your nose against his lower belly. His complain turns into a moan when he throws his head back, hands now landing in your hair, pulling slightly. Your lips move around his member, followed by your tongue, hand resting on his balls slightly massaging them. You lick a long stripe from the base of his dick, all the way to the end while pressing your lips around it and then release it with a slight ‘pop’. A string of saliva connecting your mouth with his tip. You open your eyes only to find his intense stare already on your frame, cheeks on fire and mouth agape in an attempt to inhale as much air as he can.

“Do you have any idea how fucking sexy you look right now? I swear I would do anything, anything you want If I could only see you like this everyday”, his voice cracks at the last words and he is slightly releasing his grip on your hair. Your hand still working its way up and down his dick, you tilt your head onwards to give small kitty licks on his tip. You take his hand and while serving him a cheeky smile you place it so that his fingers are cupping the upper part of your neck, right under your jaw. It takes him a moment to understand what you’re thinking and when it hits him, he lets out a desperate breath. You move your chin in front of his dick, lips almost touching his slit currently dripping with pre-cum.

“Apologise for being an asshole these last few months”, you spit.

“Fuck you”. The moment the words slip his lips you open your mouth, taking him so deep that you can feel his tip touching the back of your throat. He moans out your name and you feel your pussy pulsating in the sound. It takes all the self control you can manifest in order to not sneak your fingers inside your knickers and relieve some of the tension.

“I can feel my dick down your throat baby, agh fuck”, he hisses and pulls your hair as you take him as deep as you can once again only that this time you keep him there, swallowing again and again with his dick buried as deep as your throat can take it. A tear rolls down your face and your gag reflex is threatening to kick in, but you refuse to let go before he begs.

“Fuck Y/N, please. please stop, I don’t wanna cum. Fuck please, don’t-”, you release him and you snap him your best victory smile. after whipping your mouth with the back of your palm. You get up and move towards the bed, this time laying on top of it.

“I think I prefer you begging than apologising”, you tease and an unintentional giggle follows.

“You fucking bitch”, he spits jokingly and you burst into laughter but it doesn’t last long. The next moment he is hovering on top of you, lips on yours, hands cupping every curve of your body unable to hold back anymore. He is devouring your neck, jaw and moves lower to leave dark marks on your breasts. In a swing movement he unclips your bra, throwing it behind him next to his long forgotten underwear. Your underwear is next and before you know it, his face is resting between your legs, blowing tiny waves of air on your heat, driving you crazier if that was even possible at this point. He plants small kisses around the area, next to your folds while his hands are massaging the inside of your thighs. Your head falls back to meet his soft pillow and you moan out his name, incapable of hiding the mess he has made of you. Without any warning his soft tongue crushes on your burning area, devouring you as if you were his last meal. Your head is now a foggy mess, hands tangled between his silver locks unconsciously pushing him against your pussy, desperate for more friction. He rests his tongue on your sensitive bud of nerves, dancing in slow circles when he enters two digits in you causing you to let out the most animalistic moan you’ve ever heard yourself producing. Your reaction was the confirmation he was seeking, as his tongue picks up its pace and so do his fingers, his name rolls off your tongue like a cursed poem, again and again until you can feel yourself falling off the edge. He lands a last kiss on your pubic bone as he slowly climbs up your body, now hovering above you. You open your eyes, realising you had them wide shut all this time, only to find his beautiful brown ones staring at you in the most loving way you’ve ever had anyone looking at you.

“So pretty”, he whispers and his fingers linger on your lips and make their way to your cheek where he leaves a shy kiss. You can feel his dick between your legs, yours thrown around his waist and you just stay there, in silence looking in each others eyes. You bring your hand to the side of his jaw only to pull him closer, planting a kiss on his lips. It’s not deep; it’s soft, and sweet, almost romantic. You break it after a few seconds and you rest your forehead on his. A word is about to escape your lips when he frantically drives his length inside you, hitting your g spot so hard that you almost choke at your own gasp.

“Baek, fuck”, you whine. He doesn’t say anything, he only pulls out a little bit and then thrusts back in, hitting that sweet spot that has you seeing stars. He does it again and again and again and you are a moaning mess, head thrown back, his diving in the crook of your neck, sucking, bitting, leaving purple spots in every area he can get his lips on.

“You want me to stop?”, he says out of breath without slowing down at the slightest. You attack his lips and the kiss is nothing like the one you just shared a few moments ago. It’s hungry and desperate and your tongues are fighting for dominance, both your mouths swallowing each others moans. You can feel your pussy throbbing around his dick and you know you wont last long. Baekhyun breaks the kiss but stays close so that his lips can still touch yours.

“Are you close baby? You want to cum? Want to come all over my dick?”, he breathes out and you moan out his name, paralysed under his touch.

“Baek I’m close-I’m gonna..”, a circular move of his hips almost brings you to the brink and you moan out cusses with no meaning. You clench around him once more and he lets out a loud groan.

“Y/N If you do that one more time I won’t be able to hold back. Please”, he pleads and you can see that he is trying to hold back so that you can finish first. His dick fucking into you at a relentless pace has your arms pulling his body closer to yours, nails digging in his back and you know these scratches will be visible for next few days.

“Baek I can’t hold it, please”, you moan out.

“Let go baby, let go. Cum for me”, he whispers next to your ear and there’s nothing in the world you want more than to feel him painting your insides with his orgasm.

“Cum inside Baek, Please, cum with me, ah-”, your orgasm hits you mid-sentence and you clench again and again as it keeps attacking your body in waves. After a couple thrusts you can feel him releasing into you as he lets his body collapse on top of yours, both of you battling to calm your breathing.

“I blame you for missing on the best sex I’ve ever had for the past two years”, you tease him softly and he chuckles. You raise your hand to place a stray hair behind his ear and you can’t help but notice the slight rosiness on his cheeks. ‘what?’, you ask flushing him your warmest smile.

“Be mine?”, his lets out as he rubs his nose against the tip of yours. Your heart skips a bit and a wave of warmth crushes through you, for you haven’t felt so happy in a long, long time.

“Hm, nope, thanks”, you giggle and you kiss him. He is taken aback by your reply, staring at you with eyes wide open like a frightened deer caught in the headlights.

“I’m joking baby”, you spit and burst into laughter.

“You bitch”, he laughs.

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kartificialdreams · 3 years ago

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FULFILLED PROMISES

CHAPTER II

~Present Day~

Groggily I wake up, feeling heavy as the sun shines through the curtains.

“WAKIE WAKIE! WE HAVE A SHOOT IN 2 HOURS! Wear what you want since they have the outfit at the site.” I hear my manager, Kai, enter the hotel room.

“Yeah yeah.” I slowly crawl out of bed and make my way to the bathroom.

Brushing my teeth, showering and slipping on a white tee, a pair of jeans and white slip on Vans. I leave my hair as is and garb a pair of sunglasses.

“Who are we working with today?”

“Gucci, then we have 73 Questions with Vogue.” Kai hands me a breakfast sandwich as we enter the awaiting car.

“Gucci’s photoshoot should only take about 2 or 3 hours. Vogue is right down the street from the Gucci site.”

I look out the window as I eat, taking in the beautiful city of Florence.

“Is there anything you’d like to do in Italy before we leave?” Kai asks, watching me take in the view.

“No, not really. I think we covered everything last time we were here. OH! How about the bakery we visited last time?” I excitedly cling to him as he laughs and nods.

“We’re here ma’am.” The driver smiles as we arrive at The Boboli Gardens.

“What a beautiful site.” I marvel as we step out.

“Welcome Ms. L/n!” A Gucci sponsor steps forward as we climb out the car. “Welcome to The Boboli Gardens, we will be doing our photoshoot here today. Your hair stylists and makeup artists are inside. Your stylists are making a few last minute changes, nothing to worry about though! If you’d like, you can walk around the garden to see if you can find any other site for the shoot.” He smiles.

We take his offer up and walk the gardens, Kai and I wanting to get the best shots. We come to an area that was absolutely breath taking. A long gravel path, lined with arched trees on both sides, sun slipping through the twisting branches.

“This is it. If they haven’t already picked this spot, we’re definitely getting our shots here.”

“They just texted, they’re ready for us.” Kai slips his phone into his pocket as we walk back.

Entering the building, my stylists and makeup artists awaiting me. I see Irene, my hair stylist and makeup artist, make her way over to me.

“Good morning Y/n!” She smiles warmly and hugs me.

“Good morning Irene. So, what do you think about this set so far?”

“I think you’ll like it a lot actually. It’s a bit subtle, but still out there.” She begins spraying my hair with heat protectant.

Irene gives me big, sleek waves, a part on my left side. She sprays it, making it look somewhat wet. She moves to my makeup, a smoky green and black eyeshadow. She gives me a metallic green liner, the shimmer making it look like scales. A scarlet lip to contrast the darkness of my eyes.

“This kinda looks like a sn-“ I stop, seeing them bring the gown out and see I was right.

Forest green ankle strap heels next to a forest green silk long skirt, a lit running down my left leg, a corset silk bra to match it and the silver accessories on the side. Silver serpent ear cuffs, a matching arm and thigh cuff, the final touch, a silver metal snake.

“What’s the last snake for?” I ask, wondering as it had no shape.

“It’ll be plied around your body. It’ll coil around your ribs and the head of the snake will rest between your breasts. Let us know if it gets too tight for you.”

Once the snake is completely snaked around my body, we start the shoot. We end it at the location Kai and I marked. I undress and jump back into my casual clothes, meeting Kai outside. We take a few photos for social media and climb into the car, making our way to the site to get ready for Vogue.

“Hey, do you happen to know the owner of Kyojia?” Kai asks, looking at his phone.

“Huh? What’s that?”

“It’s a brand. Actually, it’s just coming to be a really big company. Their origin is in Tokyo. Didn’t you used to live there?”

“Yeah, but I haven’t been back in years.”

“Well, they’re wondering if you’d like to meet the owner. A private dinner actually.”

“It’s not some scam is it?”

“No, it’s legit. Wanna go or not?”

“Fine. It’ll give me a chance to see if I can catch up with a few of my old friends.”

Kai types away at his phone as we make it to the site.

~Interview~

“Thank you for having us today Y/n! If you’re ready, we’ll jump right in!” The interviewer smiles as we settle on a patio.

One by one we get through the questions. Family questions, things I like to do for fun, hobbies and talents I have. Time goes by and we reach the last 5 questions.

“What is your favorite color?”

“I can’t pick one. As long as I look good in the color.” I wink at him.

“Who do you plan on working with next?”

“A rising company called Kyojia.”

“Where do you see yourself within the next few years?”

“Hopefully married with children. My parents are ready for grandkids but I haven’t found a compatible partner.”

“Well, when you do I’m sure you’d be a great mother.” He smiles. “Have you ever had a first love?”

“I uh, I have, yeah. He was very special to me and I tend to think about him from time to time.” I blush, breeze kissing my face.

“We’ve sadly reached our last question. Y/n, with controversy about who you may or may not been seeing, if there is a time when you finally get in a relationship, would you hide it or be open?”

“Uh, I don’t know. I think I’d want to keep it pretty private but I would also want to let it be known I am in a relationship. Not hidden or a secret but private.”

“Great answers. Well, thank you for having us today Y/n. We cannot wait to see what you bring next!” The interviewer and the crew pack up and leave.

I stretch a little, feeling a little stiff from sitting through the interview.

‘Have you ever had a first love?’

The question rings through my head. Mitsuya. I wonder how you’re doing. Kai gently grabs my hand, knowing I zoned out.

“Let’s head to the airport.” He opens the door for me.

~Japan~

“Thank you for allowing us to fly you Ms. L/n.” The pilots smile.

Stepping off the plane, nostalgia hits me harder than I thought it would. All my friends. I wonder what they’re all doing, where they’re at, how they’ve changed. A lavender streak flashes through my memories.

Mitsuya. Do you still remember me?

#tokyorev x reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers mitsuya #mitsuya takashi #mitsuya x reader #mitsuya x y/n #tokrev mitsuya #tokyorev smut #mitsuya x you

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organic-guacamole · 3 years ago

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showtime

episode 211 let's go

ok first of all, this is the second to last episode guys... I don't even wanna think about how much pain I'll be in after next week's episode

mr mazzara doing the recap-

this is so weird to me and I don't know why

WHY DIDN'T YALL JUST ASK BENJAMIN FOR HELP, THATS LITERALLY HIS THING

is Nini giving out the cards a callback to season 1 when Natalie Bagley said that Nini gave her a card or something on opening night of another musical?

STEPHY AS THE ENCHANTRESS OMG YES

Ricky in the crown gives me Harry styles in that photoshoot vibes

he's so pretty.

ok but why did we never see Ricky and Ashlyn interact before? it's been like 5 seconds and I already love how they bounce off each other and it's just so natural

OH THEY REALLY DON'T HAVE ANY UNDERSTUDIES-

well that explains a lot...

so Ricky fell on top of Ashlyn and all that broke for both of them was their wrist-

insert Jake Peralta *coolcoolcoolcoolcoolcool no doubt no doubt no doubt*

of course howie was amazing as the beast, were we expecting anything less??

Ricky is so beautiful and I will not shut up about it....

let me enjoy this before the makeup crew slaps mud on his face.

Nini and Ricky talking to eachother? in a civil manner? wasn't she avoiding him just in the last episode? hm ok

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH THEY CANT EXPRESS THEIR FEELINGS JUST LIKE ME HAHAHAHAHA THIS IS HILARIOUS, WHATS NEXT? THEY CUT EVERYONE OFF CUZ THEY CANT HANDLE EMOTIONS? ...ha

yes Kaden and Rico, my favourite east high boys 🥰

I mean....where's EJ?

THERE HE IS

EJ AND GINA IN THE BACKGROUND... doing something idek

KOURTNEY'S MOM IS BACK YAY

Howie is a shining star, ofc ofc

the smallest fOrk

can't wait to see the fork burst into song about how she deserves more than to be used to eat salad😌

the duster and the bluster.... ok😃

hi Gina!

hi- oh wow I didn't know Robbie Rotten was in this show!!!!!

the portwell look.

that my friends, is a married couple's look✋

GOSH EJ WHAT DID THEY DO TO YOU

aww Gina's so excited for this

D word?

Die?

Delicious?

Dom Toretto?

"good, clean fun all alone with someone I dig...a lot"

sir that does not sound very clean to me

SEBLOS

Seb looks so cute standing there next to pope Carlos

DID THEYEY REALLY LIGHT ANTOINE ON FIRE-

I NEED TO SEE THAT

Seb's reading Carlos better than big red read the script in episode 102, this is great development after the "fight"

Kourtney really just made the best outfit for herself and let the rest of them suffer

the way Gina immediately goes to hold on to EJ after the announcement

"tonight we're going to put the U in UTAH"

...

"hey where are you from?"

"TAH"

SEB'S SINGULAR CLAP KILLED ME-

he's officially salt lake city's resident thanos

just wity clapping because for some reason I have a feeling he doesn't know how to snap his fingers...don't ask why

Ms Jenn do you mind encouraging your leads before the show? idk just an idea

pepto bismol product placement smhsmh

those flowers are bigger that big red himself-

*bops along to the opening theme*

that whistle at the end slaps everytime

WHY IS THE AUDIENCE SO MASSIVE

I guess they're all here to see Ms Jenn go on as a fork after Nini decides to *go her own way*

wow i am so funny

so they couldn't do many group scenes cuz of covid, but this 300 person crowd is cool? nice

OO THE VIOLIN GIRL FROM EPISODE 6 IS IN THE ORCHESTRA

HOWIEEEEEE

"Mr Caswell", he said, in the loudest voice possible while backstage at a show that's about to start.

Mazzara what are you trying to pull-

I usually like Benjamin but I don't like his tone

"iS yOuR wHoLe FaMiLy HeRe?" LIKE YOU DON'T ALREADY KNOW THATS A SOFT SPOT FOR EJ

"we've had some good conversations these past few weeks"

right so what's going to happen after you graduate?

what does he think of you not going to Duke?

what did he say about you giving the sweatshirt that's been in the family for 3 generations to a girl you're not even dating?

good old Mr. M

therapist Mr. Mazzara, they all need it.

start with Ricky though.

"Michael Bowen"

dude why did you shave, now you look less like "hot lumberjack" and more "creep at the gas station"

OH-

does she not like Mike anymore?

why does it sound like jennzzara started dating and now they just sit back and talk smack about everyone in their freetime

break the fourth wall-

uhhhh im scared

why am I scared

he's scary

hehe flowers for Ricky, obviously for Ricky, ObViOuSLY

oh boy poor Michael

this man is in love, rip

why does Ms Jenn always look at people with her eyes open so wide

LILYYYY

I'm only excited because I really like the idea of lily and Ricky being friends, nothing more.

ha this guy's got jokes

a MOAT AROUND THE SCHOOL

wheeze

also he's very pretty.

"the wolves and very talented humans"

how dare he forget to mention the very talented wolves and normal humans, smh erasure

"being nice, what a concept" ted talk by Lily who still doesn't have a last name

did she just say lol out loud

same with the hug emoji last episode-

go touch some grass babes

the way he didn't say no, but said he didn't know how the east high kids would react-

not saying he does want to date her but that's an interesting thing to think about, also another thing to write an essay analysis on just to leave it in my drafts for a few months

awww lily genuinely trying to help him

sorry guys, I've been taken by the Lily charm (didn't know it existed until now but oh well)

REMEMBER WHEN I SAID I'LL NEVER SHIP PORTWELL?

just look at me now

the Lily wink I can't she's so cute-

HELP ME I'M BEING HELD HOSTAGE BY LIL-

David Attenborough?

oh nvm it's Benjamin narrating the show in a really weird British accent for some reason.

STEPHY GOT MORE LINES YAY GOOD FOR HER

also is this to show that Nini doesn't care about being the star of the show anymore? the way she's supporting everyone else even though she's a fork?

I would pay for a special of the full musical ngl

OOO THE TRANSFORMATION WAS SMOOTH

shockingly

yo where did the makeup come from

man I wish I was a theatre kid

THIS IS STEPHY'S EPISODE NOW IDC✋

my girl is starring

"needs an X-factor"

Simon Cowbell creeps in

"it's a yes from me"

and them boom, he takes Nini and mistreats her horribly and then she comes back to theatre after deciding music isn't for her👍

"I thought she just hog-tied him?"

don't ask sebby, it's better if you don't know.

imagine they spotlight the wrong person and this dude is just some random person that likes writing down stuff during shows.

Ms Jenn just let them do what they rehearsed (at some point we never saw) or else this is gonna end horribly wrong

"help"

same Carlos, same

I love how seb is just his translator rn

I thought he said "great displeasure" instead of "greatest pleasure"....help?

big red coming out from throwing up to see his girlfriend star is the cutest thing in this show.

Ash and Gina dancing is so fun

I'm imagining them practicing at night at their home, watching the movie for the 100th time and making sure their one dance together is perfect

KOURTNEY YES

HOWIE IS IN LOVE AHHHH

I LOVE HOWIE SO MUCH

SEBBY

THIS SCENE HAS SO MUCH GOING ON I CAN'T KEEP UP

THIS IS SO GOOD

HOW???

no because I'm actually crying

I'm dead serious.

we need this musical released as a special

big red is so proud and I love to see it

Natalie: "if you do not by at least 20 dollars in concessions, you do not support art"

rando in the audience: "but I pay for ad free Spotify"

Mr Mazzara clapping in the distance

Gigi, the guy you like is talking to you, complimenting you and hyping you up

YOU LUCKY LITTLE FEATHER DUSTER

aw EJ teasing her about the chocolates in a way that doesn't make her feel bad? take notes Richard

JORDAN FISHER

there is no rest of the show idc Jordan is it for me

THE WIG CAP ON RICKY OMG

they look like they're high and having "deep" conversations on the floor

THE MEAN GIRL WITH THE EYES-

@sunshine-julie-molina YOU HEAR THAT

Natalie really just be coming for them all

Howie what is happening rn

I'm scared

"did you enjoy it"

"very much"

dude wants a kiss so bad

ASHLYN OMG

NO DON'T DO IT BECAUSE OF LILY, PUT YOUR OWN TWIST ON IT

I want a Jordan autograph please

just keep swim- oh pushing...

Gina is literally a giant next to him and I live for it

am I about to cry for the 3rd time in this episode?

yes.

Ricky's leg kicks under the table makes me so happy aw

the portwell glances will kill me.

ah yes, mashed potato snow

Mr. M.... I'm not a theatre kid but even I know you can't have your phone on backstage.

Howie please just do it

CHIP'S BIG LINE I CANT

I LITERALLY HAD TO PAUSE IT AMD SCREAM INTO MY MASK FOR A SOLID 2 MINUTES (I'm not at home rn) HES SO CUTE

oh ok bye Jordan

oo tea

NOT HIM BEING STARSTRUCK BECAUSE HE'S MEETING HIS FUTURE BROTHER IN LAW-

"we're all just glad Gigi has a big brother figure in her life"

excuse me for a few thousand hours while I laugh hysterically

THE CAMERA ZOOM ON EJS FACE AND EVERYTHING-

STOP EJ LOOKS LIKE HE'S GONNA CRY BUT I CAN'T TAKE HIM SERIOUSLY WITH THE STAGE MAKE-UP

someone else said this already but I think it's hilarious that they had to bring in 2 guest characters to create some portwell angst

omg this really is Cici's episode, found family is their thing

elevator music lol

I'm gonna bet that big red took the harness for his surprise for Ashlyn without realising what it was

did Ms. Jenn just....tell her most mentally unstable student....to commit suicide....on a disney show...was that....I'm very....well....what the actual-

oh and there she goes running off instead of trying to make it right

oh wow Nini's the hero, she's gonna save the show 🤩

😐

the judge is doing a sudoku

honestly if I went to the hsm show as well, I'd come prepared for this one too

Lily why are you looking like that-

I WAS JUST STARTING TO LIKE YOU DON'T MESS THIS UP

wow ok, there goes that.

omg

what if Howie was acting weird because he knew what Lily did and wanted to tell Kourtbut Lily threatened him so he was scared to-

anyways see y'all clowns next week when we all simultaneously lose all motivation for the week without Fridays to look forward to.

#hsmtmts #hsmtmts s2 #hsmtmts season 2 #hsmtmts spoilers #ej caswell #gina porter #ricky bowen #nini salazar roberts #seb mathew smith #carlos rodriguez #big red #ashlyn caswell #kourtney greene #howie my pizza king #lily hsmtmts

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stxrrywildflower · 4 years ago

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carolina

pairing - emily prentiss x reader

summary - you meet emily in a bar, she doesn’t realize who you are until she hears a song about her on the radio

warnings - nsfw mentions (nothing graphic), cursing

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the second emily layed eyes on you, she was instantly captivated.

you sat at the bar, your back pressed against the counter. a drink was in your hand, your cherry red lips occasionally taking a sip. you were observing the crowd, a slightly smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

and then came your outfit. tight black jeans and heels, a silver sparkly cropped tank as your top. a gold necklace was around your neck and hair in your natural style, or what she assumed was.

while emily could have stayed in her spot sneaking glances ever so often, a gentle shove to her back made her tear away her gaze. “emily come on, i need a drink,” j.j. teased.

the three girls pushed further into the venue, already buzzing about their night out.

penelope had been raving about a bar she had discovered. it wasn’t downtown, further away from everything in location. it was a more formal bar in details such as a taxi service and places to drop of coats and accessories if needed.

with no case being presented, they had all agreed to go out. after heading home and getting changed, they all met up to inevitably get drunk.

while j.j. and penelope quickly got drinks and headed out to socialize on the floor, emily decided to head over to the counter.

you shot a smile at the woman who slid into the seat beside you. she cooly ordered a drink, spinning around to face the same direction as you.

“going with a daiquiri? i can’t blame you, they’re my favorite,” you smiled, figuring you might as well introduce yourself to the woman beside you.

“i’m y/n,” you greeted.

“emily,” she replied.

you never really fell hard for someone, let alone a stranger. but something about emily was different. maybe it was her looks, her raven hair and dark brown eyes were nothing short of beautiful. or the way she spoke, her name flowing easily as she introduced herself.

maybe it was a combination of the two and her personality already begining to make an appearance. all the times you rolled your eyes at people mentioning love at first sight were really contradicting themselves. maybe not love yet but you knew emily was special.

“who are you watching?” emily asked, being the first one to initiate small talk.

you raised your drink in the general sea of people dancing. “alice and mel,” as you spoke, you pointed towards the two girls, each occupied with others. “you?”

“penelope and j.j. can’t believe we’re both the designated sober friends.”

“oh i’m not, i would just much rather be here talking to you,” the flirty remark rolled off your tongue easily. a blush passed across her cheeks, a smile tugging at her lips.

you ordered a second drink, offering to get emily something if she wanted a second. after shaking her head ‘no,’ you shrugged and leaned back against the counter.

“so what brings you to this bar?” emily questioned.

“night off from the public eye. figured i would spend one of last days in the city out with my friends.”

the alcohol clouded emily’s thinking process a bit, not allowing her to process the first part of the question. “last day?”

you nodded, “i live in d.c. most of the time but i have some work which involves traveling. i’ll be back soon, you can definitely find me here at least once.”

another drink was ordered for the both of you, your attention focusing on emily.

“so what do you do for a living?” conversation flowed easily.

“not sure if i want to reveal it so easily. any guesses?” emily replied.

you leaned close to her face. “well,” you started, eyes flickering down to her waist. “i’m going to go with something in law enforcement.”

a brief shocked look passed over emily’s face letting you know you were right.

emily chuckled. “i’m a profiler for the fbi. though with your guess i’m not so sure you aren’t. how’d you know?”

“well you have an imprint of some clip on your side. adding on your pant pocket is stretched out, probably from some badge. i just put the two and two together and guessed,” you answered, taking another sip of your drink.

“alright, how about you? i’ll be honest, i have absolutely no idea what you do and have no clues.”

your heart fluttered at that. “it’s not important. it’s not anything bad, i promise. just would like to enjoy this night without having to think about work,” you answered truthfully.

talk went on, mostly about your mutual interests and introductory questions.

you were only interrupted when some guy took the now empty seat on your right. he opened his mouth to talk, probably some dumb pickup like, but you caught him off. “don’t even try, i don’t play for your team.” both for you were thankfully he left you alone.

emily grinned into her drink. “sorry about that. i really hate men sometimes,” you apologized. “no it’s okay i promise. i’ve had to deal with people like that for so long with my work. you think they would just realize that we just aren’t into them.”

maybe you did internally smile when you realized you may actually have a chance with her.

flirty remarks were tossed around after that, both of you completely forgetting about your friends who came with you.

“come with me to grab my coat?”

emily nodded, leaving her drink at the counter and following you back.

the two of you couldn’t have been away from the center room of the building for more than a few moments before your lips were on hers.

“already undressing me here? thought you’d be more classy than that y/n,” emily groaned as you pushed her jacket back. you hummed against her neck, moving to the pulse point along her jawline.

“come back to mine?” you mumbled in between kisses. emily nodded, “call a cab.”

the entire ride back, the tension was almost unbearable.

you tired to be quiet for the sake of the driver but emily’s occasionally kisses to your neck made it quite difficult. to add on to that, she kept her hand on your thigh, it trailing higher and higher up as you neared your location.

after paying your ride fee (with a pretty hefty tip), you pulled emily out of the cab and towards your apartment bulding. you could tell she was in slight awe just from the outside. but with one quick tug of her hand, she was following you once more.

you fumbled with your key trying to open your door after waving to those at the front and heading up the elevator.

when the door was pushed open, you waisted no time pushing emily in. the two of you moved as quick as possible, kicking off your shoes and slowly moving towards your bedroom.

“you sure you want to do this?”

the question made you grin, “absolutely.”

____

you woke up to the weight on your chest being lifted, the sound of sheets shifting as well. your eyes struggled to open, fighting with tiredness, especially from the night before.

it was easily one of the best experiences ever.

your eyes slid open, head lolling to the side to find the creator of the noise.

emily was sitting up, sheets pooled around her waist. her raven hair fell down her back, covering up the top half of her body.

“what’s up?” you asked, pulling the covers up over your bare chest.

“i need to get going if i want to shower and be at work on time,” emily rushed out, standing up to grab her clothing strewn across the room. “shit,” she mumbled upon seeing her very revealing shirt she wore last night. there was no way to could go home in that.

“just borrow one of mine,” you offered, keeping a pillow over your eyes to block out all of the light.

she mumbled a quiet ‘thank you’ and was out the door without another word.

you later smiled to yourself at the shirt she chose.

____

neither of you could stop thinking about the night at the bar, well more the night after.

the bruises littering your neck served as a lasting reminder. the amount of concealer used in the days following was definitely a new record.

but, as always, life had to go on.

just like you had told emily, you had flown to los angeles the next day for work. well in your case, it meant photoshoots, writing music, and recording new songs.

with your hookup still in your mind, you channeled all your feelings about it into the best way you could.

emily went to work as normal, pounding through paperwork as no new case had been presented to the group.

j.j. and penelope has cornered her in the break room, already gushing out their girls night before bombarding her with questions. “where did you go that night? we looked around and one of the bartenders said you had already left.

“i know,” emily confirmed. “i saw your text.”

she grabbed her freshly made mug of coffee, already turning around to leave. j.j. followed, not quite done with figuring out where her friend went. “you met someone,” she concluded. “maybe i did j.j., i guess it’s a mystery.”

the conversation was done after that.

after work, everyone went their separate ways. the team all bid their goodbyes, each happy that they would be home on time.

emily grabbed her bag before heading out to her car, sitting in the drivers side for a few minutes before she could head out.

a text from penelope made her phone buzz. emily picked the device up before looking down at the screen and focusing on the message.

‘have you heard y/n y/l/n’s new song? oh my god it’s so good. i know you don’t really follow her but it sounds like your vibe. here’s a link with the cover art if you want to listen. i’m sure it’s playing on the radio too :)’ -p.g.

emily sucked in her breath as she read your name, mind already wandering back to the night at the bar. your words slowly pieced together in her mind, “night off, public eye, last day.” all were related to your status as a celebrity.

the first half of the song went by in a blur, emily only partially listening.

“she feels so good. i met her once and wrote a song about her, i wanna scream yeah i wanna shout it out, and i hope she hears me now,” your voice played out of the speakers.

there was absolutely no way those lyrics were about anyone else.

she examined the cover after listening to the entire song. it was fairly simple, having a more vintage vibe. you were seated on the end of a couch, arms resting on your knees and looking directly at the counter.

what initially caught her eye was your shirt. plastered across the white fabric was a band logo, the exact same one sitting in her drawer. even the small tear along the left shoulder stitching. it was the exact same one she had worn out of your apartment.

there were way to many factors for it to be a coincidence.

the lyrics. the shirt. your one night stand. it all just connected.

she was carolina.

☆ ☆ ☆

tags - @sapphicspence @itsmyblogandillreblogifiwantto @kissessforharryyy @garcias-batcave @zoseph @kissessfordraco @ogmilkis @cm-is-kinda-cool @matthewgublerswife @guessthatswhyiliveinhell @babyangellee @agentshortstacc

#criminal #criminal minds #spencer reid #spencer reid x oc #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n #aaron hotchner #derek morgan #emily prentiss #emily prentiss x reader #jennifer jareau #david rossi #penelope garcia #luke alvez #matt simmons #tara lewis

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koko-bopp · 4 years ago

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Cautious

oh sehun x male!reader

word count - 0.9K

genre - soft-angst, fluff, idol!au

contains - it's a cliffhanger ending but I promise they're happy ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ it's really fluffy if you think about it but it's also angsty fluff

synopsis - Sehun and the reader are both idols and Sehun is taking absolutely any opportunity possible to spend time together in order to escape the responsibilities of being idols.

"You look handsome," Sehun states as quietly as he can, having snuck up behind you with a coy smile on his lips, his hands behind his back; having watched you talk to yourself for a moment or two after you had your solo photoshoot.

You know it’s Sehun, everyone else would scare you half to death but Sehun is just heavily smitten for you, he'd sacrifice all his time for you if he could, and as much as he wouldn't admit it, he was kind of like a little puppy.

You smile softly, heavily excited before turning around to Sehun, though, just as you were going to put your hands on his chest, your mind flashed a red; reminding you that you're still in the company of others, so instead, you gave him an awkward fist pump on his shoulder. A very 'bro' behaviour, not a; we've-been-seeing-each-other-for-two+months-and-I-want-to-sit-on-your-lap-to-cuddle kind of behaviour you have with Sehun behind closed doors. "Thank you," you mumble, bringing your hand down almost immediately, not even properly looking at Sehun from your action. How embarrassing.

Sehun didn't stop himself from laughing a little, softly enough so the cameras didn't turn to the two of you, but just enough for you to know that he knows you're just being cautious; and if you were given the chance, you'd kiss him to death.

You scoff in amusement at your own behaviour too, a few fingers grazing over your knuckle before you spoke, "You look really handsome too. I think the concept really suits you," you grin softly, finally looking up a Sehun.

Sehun really wants to hold your hand, but he gets really nervous to do anything reletively affectionate while there's a whole camera crew, hair and make up staff, and all the boys around; he felt a little more vulnerable when he's touchy with you, the feeling's different when it's just casual friendship holding hands and hugs with Baekhyun or Jongdae or whoever else, but when it's all butterflies in the stomach and literally turning into a blushy mush because you can't control your feelings for the other person; it makes it hard to be affectionate with you in front of and around people.

He doesn't really know how to explain it.. maybe the risks are higher, since if someone asked him if him and Baekhyun were seeing each other; he'd just scoff, laugh and say no; but if they'd ask if you and him are seeing each other, he'd probably wouldn't know what to say..

Sehun drops his voice a little, making sure that it's only you that can hear him, looking at his surroundings for a second just in case someone was eavesdropping or a camera was on the two of you, "Wanna get out of here?"

You blinked, confusion and worry evident on your face ay the suggestion, "Where would we– How would we even leave?" You also made your voice low enough so only Sehun could hear it, but still maintaining a relatively safe distance.

Sehun licked his dry lips, he had a well-drafted idea, but he took a step forward, close enough to appreciate the privilege of being that little bit nearer, his softened eyes not moving away from you when though they should at least be checking to see if any of the producers were watching; suspecting; but Sehun wasn't trying to be cautious right now; the things he'd do to just hold your hand without worrying you or himself– "[Y/N]," he starts at a whisper, "We can go anywhere in the city, and we'll be back before morning, but as soon as this shoot is over.. let's just sneak out of the bulding."

Just the thought of being able to spend a few hours with Sehun sounded so beautiful, yet it also sounded particularly impossible, "Hunnie.. I don't know," you say, trying your best to maintain eye contact with the man in front of you.

"Please, Y/N. I know you're worried but I promise we'll be cautious, and it'll only be a few hours," It was taking every ounce of strength not to touch you, at least hold your hand in reassurance or caress your cheek, but the feeling of one of the staff watching kept upon both of you, and Sehun took a step back, practically whispering now, "Meet me by fire escape at midnight, okay?"

You nod, smiling at Sehun softly, before watching him hesitantly walk off towards Chanyeol and Kyungsoo.

Just a few hours, he'd said.

You wished it was longer.

But you were willing to take what you can, if a few hours with Sehun was what you could afford without it costing the jobs for both of you, than you were going to spend it well.

#honestly #i dont like people who think sehun is straight #oh sehun x male reader #oh sehun x reader #oh sehun exo #oh sehun #sehun x male reader #sehun x reader #sehun #exo sehun #exo x male reader #exo x reader #x male reader #male reader #kpop x male reader #kpop x reader #exo angst

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gottawriteanegoortwo · 4 years ago

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Modern AU - Get the Mayor a Damn Dog

What started as me trying to explain to some friends why I’m giving Mayor Damien in a Modern AU a dog ran off and had a life of its own.

For context, Modern Damien (as I write it) is part of a failed ‘second cycle’ of the WKM events. When the barrier broke after the ‘Damien’ short, pieces of the characters trapped within were sent out to be ‘reborn’ in a modern world. This means that while Damien exists because Dark is made from pieces of the twins, William doesn’t since Wilford is him. But since there were enough differences, Damien (and Celine, don’t worry!) gets the peaceful life he deserved all along.

This, coincidently, is the first time Wilford has met Damien (in some time, he thinks). What better way to do so than by deciding Damien should get a dog?

Word Count: 2,259 (hence the read-more)

If there was one thing to know about the city’s mayor, it was that he wanted a dog.

(And a family, but one thing at a time.)

It came up in several interviews, and various photoshoots included him posing with dogs. Some well-meaning patrons tried to gift him a dog - in other words, drop a dog at his door without any warning - but Damien was fortunate enough to have interceded before anything actually happened. For Damien, this would be a massive decision, and he wanted the choice in when and how it happened. In fact, it was why he didn’t have a dog to this point. With how busy the City Hall was, he couldn’t justify having a dog cooped up in an apartment all day. It might be spacious, it’d be heartless, and why have a dog for the bragging rights? What about the pet’s own life?

It made the days lonely and quiet sometimes, but Damien knew it was for the best. At least it started a running gag of friends giving him dog themed items for birthdays and other occasions that were dotted around his home. One such afternoon had him dusting some items, only for a porcelain dog figure to be dislodged and fall to the ground.

“Whoa there! Don’t wanna lose this pretty thin’, eh?” Damien could only watch with a bewildered expression as a man with a pink moustache who wasn’t there before caught the figurine and neatly returned it to its place. “Looks as expensive as everythin’ else here. Musta cost a pretty penny!”

“Uh, I - hold on a moment. Where did you even come from?” Damien knew the front door was locked. The balcony would be an option for only the fool who would want to climb seven stories. The intruder mimicked Damien’s action of blankly looking around like he was also looking for an answer.

“Yer totally Mark’s friend, right?”

“Answer my question. How did you get in here?” Damien put the duster down, glaring at the stranger. When nothing happened, he gave a slow sigh. “I don’t know. ‘Mark’ is a common name. I know a few people with that name. Can you give better clarification?”

“Good answer! He’s a little shorter than you?” No reaction. The stranger pursed his lips, making his moustache wiggle in thought. “He makes videos fer th’ internet?” That, luckily, helped Damien put the pieces together.

“I’ve been friends with him for years, nearly since we were kids. So now can you please tell me who you are, how you got in here, and what any of this has to do with Mark?”

“Wilford Warfstache, reporter extraordinaire at yer service!” Wilford gave a dramatic, swooping bow. “I actually went ta yer office, but ya weren’t there. Th’ security fella that found me informed that it’s actually Sunday an’ no one works in th’ buildin’ that day. So then I came here, an’ here ya are! Well done fer not working!” He finished with a dramatic ‘ta-dah’ pose, complete with jazz hands. But when Damien didn’t clap, Wilford’s pose deflated (complete with sound effects that came out of nowhere). “C’mon, Dames, I didn’t even get lost. That’s a good thing fer me.” Damien pressed two fingers against his temple as he tried to follow what was going on.

“I’m going to let most of that slide, but why did you call me ‘Dames’?”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“For one, it’s a nickname that only my oldest friends use.”

“Aren’t we?” Damien opened his mouth to refute the bizarre question, only to notice the genuine confusion on the other’s face. One moment, Wilford acted like they were strangers, and the next gathered they were old friends in his mind? It was a rather worrying state of affairs, but it was better to not correct him just yet.

“So, Mr Warfstache, what brings you here?” Damien clasped his hands behind his back, steeling himself for some terrible news. He had heard rumours of Mark being linked with some malicious, shadowy entity. Was this related to that? What rabbit-hole had he been pulled into? Wilford appeared lost at the question, looking around until -

“Oh yeah! It’s ‘cause yer cooped up in here all th’ time. Ya need ta get out more, talk ta people, see more things! But most of all, ya need some sorta company, an’ - wait!” Damien had turned and stormed off to find his phone. “C’mon, Dames, y’ve been like this fer years! It’s not gonna kill ya ta live a little fer once.”

“And what do you know about that? You don’t know me as well as you think you do.” Damien held the phone up as a warning. “I will call the police if you keep this up.”

“Poppycock. I’m tryin’ ta help. What part of that aren’t ya seein’? Yer a man who’s obsessed with puttin’ himself last. Anythin’ that can pull yer attention from work for a split second is somethin’ ya don’t get involved with! How long are ya gonna keep not livin’ fer?”

“What I do is none of your damn business! I know the importance of my work!”

“An’ what other man in yer position would throw his life away? Any other Mayor would have a romantic partner or family who’d be there no matter what. They’d juggle everythin’ because that’s what people do! Yer not ‘sposed to be some machine who works an’ does nothin’ else!”

“But that is what I want to do! I promised to give this city my all. I’m not backing down on this.” Wilford’s hand twitched, like he was about to grab something, but he forced himself to stop. Instead, he took a heavy, slow breath. The moustache was peppered with short, black strands of hair.

“An’ neither am I. I’m not lettin’ ya throw yer life away again because yer a fuckin’ moron. No. We’re goin’. Now. Get yer fuckin’ coat.”

“Are you listening to yourself right now? You break into my home through whatever illogical technique, complain about how I choose to live my life, and now you’re trying to bring me somewhere? You’d be mad to think I’d go anywhere with you!” Damien took a nervous step back as Wilford gave a resigned laugh.

“Mad, ya say? Wouldn’t be th’ first ta say that, an’ ya won’t be th’ last.” His head lowered at the confession. A few seconds passed before he returned his gaze to Damien with a sigh. Unlike before, it was a more sober look. “I’m not seein’ ya waste away ta be nothin’ again. All I ask is that ya come with me ta look at dogs. That’s all.”

“That’s all?”

“That’s all. Ya always said ya wanted one an’ never got one ‘cause of work. But folks love dogs! Bet we could find a little one that’ll be great in an office an’ a small apartment. Like… Like one of these!” Wilford hurried to the couch to snatch up a cushion and excitedly point to one of the printed dogs. Whatever black was in the moustache had disappeared when he turned to Damien.

“You… Do realise that’s a Great Dane, yes? The complete opposite of what you just said.”

“An’ that’s why I didn’t pick a dog! Yer th’ expert outta th’ two of us! C’mon!”

Despite the tense first meeting, Damien found Wilford to be a surprisingly pleasant companion. Eccentric, yet bubbly. He had a colourful view on the world, and it wasn’t long before Damien could see why Wilford was confused on knowing Damien. They got along like a house on fire, or like friends who were simply catching up after years apart. Wilford told him about his reporting job in a TV studio, various other quirky friends he had (though photographs were needed to remind Wilford of names), and the connection between himself and Mark.

Time seemed to pass both too quickly and slowly by the time the pair arrived at the local pound. Damien had tried to talk Wilford out of this idea, but the other was indeed too stubborn to change his mind. The staff welcomed the pair in and allowed them to see the dogs that were looking for forever homes. Damien had to remind Wilford twice that a small dog was what he wanted.

(“But Dames! Look at her pudgy face!”

“Wilford, she’d need a garden as big as my entire apartment to run around in.”)

They eventually split up so Damien could walk around and see if there were any suitable candidates to bring home without running commentary from Wilford. So many dogs were lively and friendly, but far too energetic for an apartment life or would be better suited to homes with children. Despite coming to the realisation that this was the wasted trip he knew it would be, he let himself have the chance to enjoy meeting some dogs. He was reading the information on some spaniel puppies when he felt eyes on him. Damien lifted his gaze to the corridor to find he was alone. As he turned to determine where the feeling of being watched came from, he found a dog in the den directly behind him staring attentively in his direction like it was on guard. It was a corgi, and Damien guessed it was a tricolour: predominantly black with sharply defined tan markings around his shoulders, eyes and muzzle. Unlike most corgis Damien saw on Crufts, the fur was longer and fluffier.

“What’s got you on high alert, buddy?” Damien lifted the information clipboard to skim for a warning on a vicious temperament. To his relief, it was the opposite. The corgi was approximately two years old, had high stamina but was mainly calm and observant. True to the notes, the dog approached the perspex door, sitting in front of it as he watched Damien. “Or are you making sure I don’t cause trouble… Soldier? An unusual name.”

“He’s a stray,” one of the volunteers explained as they closed the storage door with the back of their foot, arms laden with a large sack of dog food. “He was found at the local army base after trying to herd some of the soldiers that were training, which is where we got the name from. It’s strange… He’s a purebred, yet there’s no chip, no alert of a missing dog anywhere in the state or in neighbouring states… Nothing. Anyone that wanted to adopt him couldn’t get him to come anywhere near them. Aside from any of us who bring him food, I don’t think I’ve ever seen Soldier get this close to anyone.”

“That is… Rather unusual for such a social breed,” Damien hummed in agreement. “I read up on them before when first checking what breeds might suit an apartment life, yet... I wouldn’t have expected to find one here.”

“It might be fate, Mister Mayor. It’s happened a few times here before. Why don’t you say hello?” Without waiting for an answer, the volunteer skirted around Damien. There was a little struggle with the weight of the sack, but they successfully opened the upper half of the door. For a moment, he considered refusing the offer, but decided otherwise. A hand was cautiously lowered to pet the dog on the top of the head. Instead, Soldier pulled back so he could sniff the hand like he had the final say in whether the interaction was allowed. Once satisfied, he bumped the top of his head against Damien’s hand.

“Oh my God. That’s the first time he’s let anyone pet him without a bribe of food,” whispered the intern. “This is like a Disney movie. You need to take him home with you. I don’t think you’re gonna find a better suited dog. Soldier is always watching and paying attention to what goes on. We have a kit that’d help you care for him, if that’s a worry. But you spend time with him and make the choice for yourself. I’ll be back in a few minutes.” The volunteer hurried off with the sack in their arms, leaving Damien alone. Once the coast was clear, Damien sighed and knelt down.

“This is all quite a rush, isn’t it? We’ve barely met and now I’m being told to bring you home. I’m sure you don’t want to be stuck with a boring man like me. I work in one room nearly all day, and I don’t have a garden. I’m sure you understand that I’m not the home you deserve.” Soldier cocked his head to the left as Damien spoke, responding with a low bark. “I’m not entirely sure whether that’s in agreement or disagreement, I’m afraid. I don’t speak dog. And I doubt you can speak human either.” To Damien’s surprise, Soldier gave another bark, before rising up and crossing his space to pick up a chewed-up teddy bear. Upon his return, he placed his front paws on the perspex to offer the bear to Damien.

“Is this for me? She’s a pretty little lady, isn’t she? Even if her dress is a little tattered.” Taking the toy, Damien once again attempted to pat Soldier’s head with the other hand. This time, Soldier accepted, allowing Damien to properly pet him.

This was how Wilford and the shelter volunteer found them several minutes. The volunteer was mid-brag about how they knew it was a match made in heaven, and Wilford was quick to agree.

“He’s a handsome little fella, huh? Ya look fairly smitten, Dames.” Wilford slapped Damien’s shoulder with a grin.

“I think I might look into the adoption process… But if I do, I’m changing his name. ‘Soldier’ doesn’t suit him. He deserves a name that’s more intelligent. I’m thinking… Barnum. It rather suits such a bright-eyed fellow, don’t you think?”

#writersofmark #mayor damien #Wilford Warfstache #(I mean I'm not expecting anyone to actually read this)#(it's a long-winded headcanon story but I'm sure someone will enjoy my attempt to write a dog xD)#Blue Soul (Damien)#Rose Petals (Wilford)#(read-more is for tidiness! :D )

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hanaasbananas · 4 years ago

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100 Ways to say I Love You Chapter 68

I'll pick you up from the airport (Adrinette)

AO3

Rome was beautiful.

The sun was low on the horizon, beginning to dip behind the Colosseum, and he had to shield his eyes as he stepped out onto the private terrace. The late afternoon sky bathed everything in a warm glow, and he basked in the sunlight, feeling his shoulders finally relax after a long day of photoshoots.

Rome was beautiful, and so was the view from his penthouse terrace-only the best hotel room for the junior Agreste after all-but he couldn’t bring himself to enjoy it. Not when he had no one to enjoy it with.

Pulling out his phone, Adrien quickly snapped a photo, sending it to Marinette with a message.

Wish you were here 😔

She called back immediately.

“Hey,” she said.

Already, he could feel his spirits lifting, if only a little. “Hey,” he echoed her, “how’s it going?”

“I think I should be the one asking you that,” Marinette teased “how was the shoot today?”

Adrien sighed gustily, resisting the urge to pout. “It was okay. I only just finished.”

“I figured...hey do you wanna video call?” Before he could respond with an affirmative, Marinette had already turned her camera on, and Adrien felt his heart squeeze in his chest when he saw her.

Marinette’s hair looked like it was supposed to be up in a bun, but enough of it had fallen out around her face that it looked like the hair tie was holding on for dear life. She had her favourite pencil tucked behind her ear, and her brow was furrowed as she stared at the camera until Adrien realised he had yet to turn his on.

“Oh no fair!” Marinette exclaimed when he showed his face. “Can I—” she huffed “can I go and put some makeup on and do my hair then call you back?” she asked, only half joking.

“Um, no. You look adorable.”

“I look like a mess , you mean,” she retorted sulkily. “I can’t believe you let me turn on my camera knowing you look like that!”

Adrien cocked an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Like what?” Truthfully, he’d forgotten all about how he’d been made up for the shoot earlier, but he loved how flustered Marinette became when she came to see him at shoots, or saw him afterwards.

Apparently that only worked in person though.

“Don’t make me say it Agreste,” she growled, and he bought his phone closer to his face, snickering quietly at the wordless shriek Marinette let out. “Fine! You look incredibly attractive right now— especially with that stupid golden hour sky, and I am currently an absolute slob —ugh!”

“Oh come on, sweetheart,” Adrien said, “you know I don’t care what you look like.” He paused “I just wanted to see your face.”

“You should have just asked for a selfie,” she grumbled “I have a whole catalogue I could have sent you.” She pretended to be disgruntled for a minute longer before dropping the act, and softening. Propping her chin in her hand, she gazed at him through the screen, “is it really that bad?”

Adrien swallowed. “No...but I’ve been missing you. I can’t wait to come home.”

“I miss you too,” she smiled softly “only two more days though, and I’ll pick you up from the airport.”

They spoke for another hour at least, until the air cooled, making goosebumps rise along his arms, the sun beginning to set. Adrien flipped the camera to show Marinette the oranges and pinks blazing across the sky and melting into purples and dark blues, a striking backdrop to the Colosseum.

“It’s beautiful,” Marinette sighed.

“It is,” he agreed “we should come here together. Then you can see it in person.”

“I’d love that,” she paused. “Shall I put it on the list of honeymoon destinations?”

Adrien blinked in surprise. He hadn’t even considered that, but it was a good idea. And he’d even be able to enjoy the sights next time, with Marinette by his side instead of watching through a screen. “Yeah,” he said “let’s do it.”

***

The next two days passed in a blur of fittings and photoshoots, and even another perfume ad (Adrien dreaded to think of the reaction when it aired.) until eventually he was finally on a plane back to Paris.

Back to Marinette.

He couldn’t wait to see her again, to hold her in his arms. To kiss her.

Next time, he was taking her with him. No matter what his father had to say about it. Two weeks was just too long . Twice now he’d seen a dark head of hair and found himself thinking for a second that somehow Marinette had made her way onto the plane.

It was dark when they landed. Propelled by nervous energy, Adrien was one of the first people out of the plane, hurrying through security and out into the cool nights air.

For a moment, he simply stood, basking in the sounds of the city before scanning the area for Marinette.

When he caught sight of her, she was already barrelling towards him, and all he could do was drop his duffel bag at his feet, opening his arms to catch her so that they didn’t bowl over at the impact.

Pulling away slightly, Adrien grinned down at Marinette, his arms tightening around her. Ignoring the dirty looks people gave them as they walked around the couple, he pressed a kiss to her forehead.

Blue eyes shining brightly, Marinette looked up at him, and Adrien felt deep affection bloom in his chest at the sight.

“Hey,” she whispered, unable to hide her joy, her lips pulling into a wide smile. Adrien’s own grin widened in response.

“Hi,” he said, dipping his head down to capture her lips in a soft kiss. “Let’s go home.”

#god older established relationship adrinette is my JAM #miraculous ladybug #adrinette #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #100 ways to say i love you

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the-starsabove-you · 4 years ago

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The Spotlight

A/N: The Finale is here! I hate that I’m going to end this story, I had lots of plans for it.. But I feel like I’ve beaten a dead horse and burned myself out in the process, it’s why I took a breath and if you guys want, I will post some bonus chapters, but this is the last chapter before the epilogue, thank you to everyone who did read it and stuck with me! I hope you guys enjoy it Finale- Coming Home to You Michelle looked out the window of the summer morning, how it was actually peaceful to watch the city in the summertime the people outside taking a stroll through the streets with drinks or their partners and children in hand. It had been a rough couple of months, modeling was really taking a toll on her life.. How she was hanging out with the wrong people too as she had seen things she never thought or wanted to see either, and how it was extremely different than what she and Marie would have wanted. There was a knock on the door and she got up from her chair and quickly went to the door and saw it was Marie, who made her way inside the apartment quietly. The two were talking for the past couple of weeks and both were agreeing on the same thing, that the environment that Michelle was in wasn’t healthy for her.. A couple of months ago, her and Mat broke up.. The pressure of dating her and being stuck in the Spotlight was getting a bit too much and it boiled over when Michelle had to leave him to attend a runway show and Mat had enough, making her choose between him or her career and when she stood there silent, he made the choice and left.. It caused Michelle to go into a spiral and ended up trashing her apartment.. Cutting her hand in the process. Michelle and Marie sat down at the dining room table and it was silent for a moment before the older woman cleared her throat and Michelle looked up and Marie smiled softly at her before sliding a couple of papers “When you sign these papers.. Your contract with me is over, you won’t have to do no more shows and photoshoots.. You’ll be completely out of the spotlight, I’m asking you one more time, do you wanna do this” Michelle looked at the papers for a moment, grabbing the pen that Marie handed her and she tapped the pen for a moment on the table as she thought about this. Everything that Michelle had worked for, would be over and she could retire from being a model.. It would take time but she would go back to being what she was before ever being famous, and all the years of traveling and meeting new friends would just be memories.. But without it, she wouldn’t have met Mat.. How she felt happy waking up next to him in the mornings, how he would look at her in amusement when she would be dancing in the kitchen humming to a tune.. How he looked at her in awe when she would enter the room.. How he made her feel such a way and how she wanted those feelings back.. Some people would judge and say she was throwing her career away for a guy.. But in all honesty, Mat was worth it.. Michelle remembered how Mat said she was worth the trouble and all, and in the end.. Mat was worth the sacrifice of it. Michelle without thinking signed the papers, making sure she read every paragraph before signing it and she started to feel like there was a weight coming off her shoulder as she signed her name on each paper.. Today, Michelle was going to start a new life, one that she wanted for a while.. One where she could make her own choices and being free “And that’s it..” Marie said with a soft smile as she stood up and gathered the papers “This will go through tonight and by tonight.. Michelle Wilson is no longer a supermodel for my agency” Michelle looked at her with a smile before getting up and going towards her “Marie.. I wanted to thank you, for looking after me all these years and making sure I didn’t go down a wrong path when I first became famous.. In all honesty, you were more of my parent than my real parents and I won’t ever forget what you did for me” Marie looked at the young girl with a soft smile on her face as she began to tear up “I was so hard on you because I wanted you to be better than all the others.. I saw what fame could do to models but when I first saw you, I knew I wanted to make you different.. I never wanted to see you dead on the news anywhere. I wanted to do what was right with you, I lost a daughter when she was extremely young but I felt like I got a piece of me back when you entered my life.. So I thank you so much for letting me be a mother to you” Michelle brought her into a tight hug and Marie hugged her as tight “I love you so much baby, you know if you ever need anything that you call me and you come visit me anytime.. You know where I live” Marie said and Michelle laughed softly and she looked at her mother-figure “I have a plane to book now that I’m no longer a supermodel” Michelle said and Marie gave her a look but was smiling “do I need to guess where you’re going?” Michelle smirked “Nope.. Now if you excuse me, I’m going to book my ticket to Vancouver” Mat was in his room, playing the guitar.. Well was still learning. It was a quiet day in Vancouver, it was clear skies and it was quiet around the lake.. Mat went for a swim earlier and had lunch with his family, it was relaxing now that it was off-season, having time to rest and relax before a new season started. His mom was cooking dinner while his father and sister were watching a movie in the living room.. All he could think of the past few months was Michelle, how it pained him to walk out of the door but he finally had to think of himself and end the relationship before things really took a turn for the worse. Emily and Tito were due to visit in a couple of days, it was about time those two lovebirds arrived as they were vacationing in California before going to Tito’s hometown to spend time with his family and friends.. Tito also hinted that he wanted to ask Emily to marry him, asking her mother to come with him to shop for rings. Mat snapped out of his thoughts when he heard his mom greeting someone at the door and he assumed it was the neighbors, they did like to visit from time to time. He hadn’t seen Michelle in any news lately, she had gone extremely quiet in the past month.. Noot that he was stalking her social media or googling her name.. But he found it very odd, when they were together when he would search her name up there would be a new article about her.. But Michelle had been radio silent and he was wondering why.. Did Michelle get a new boyfriend? Did she get married? Was she pregnant? Was the baby his? Did she get plastic surgery? Now overthinking, Mat was very anxious and he looked up when his mother called his name and he yelled a ‘What?’ “Mat, come here! There’s someone here to visit you!” His mother sounded overly happy, which was odd because she didn’t sound very happy when the neighbors would visit, so it must have been Tito and Emily but they were very early.. Mat signed and placed the guitar on his bed before grabbing a sweatshirt and making his way to the front door to see who it was, he thought it would be the kids from next door wanting to play street hockey with him or someone giving some kind of cake and his mom wanted the family to be there to say thank you. Mat looked up from the floor and stopped dead when he saw it was Michelle standing there at the front door, his mom looking at him with a huge grin.. He never forgot how much his mother loved Michelle and how upset she was when he came home, telling her that he broke up with Michelle and didn’t speak to him for a couple of days. Mat looked at her with wide eyes, his mouth opened as Michelle was standing there wearing a puffy jacket and black beanie, looking at Mat with a frown.. Mat knowing that Michelle was thinking this may have been a bad idea.. “Michelle! It’s nice for you to drop by!” Mat’s mom said as Mat snapped out of his thoughts and he cleared his throat “It’s nice to see you” He said and Michelle smiled “I was in town.. Thought I would stop by, heard Vancouver was a good place to hang around, wanted to stay for a bit before I flew back to Winnipeg and find an apartment there” “Wait, you’re moving to Winnipeg?” Mat said as he frowned and looked at her confused before looking at his mom “Um.. I’m gonna bring Michelle to the front porch, need to talk real quick” He said and his mother nodded as she stepped aside letting Mat pass by her, closing the door. Mat took Michelle’s hand and they went to sit at the seats at the front and he looked at her for a moment before frowning “Why are you moving to Winnipeg? Did something happen to your family?” He questioned and she shook her head “Everything is okay! I promise.. I wanted to share something with you” “Oh, what is it?” “I kinda ended my contract with Marie and her agency.. I’m no longer a supermodel, well to put it this way I’m retired from the industry now” Mat’s eyes widened as he was lost for words for a moment before speaking “Wait.. What do you mean you’re no longer a supermodel?” “With everything that happened, it took me time to realize that I needed to stand back a bit and decide that I need to do what’s best for myself in the long run. I’m gonna go back to school and become a doctor, and do something good.. Being a model was good and I’ve made an impact and had lots of people looking up to me.. But I know I can do more with saving lives” Mat was at loss for words for a moment before smiling softly “I’m so proud of you, for taking that step” “Thanks, I just need to head back to Winnipeg and find a place.. I’m not going to live with my parents, and I’m gonna use the money I made and invest in things.. Make some kind of difference in Winnipeg and beyond” “Do you have plans to visit New York?” Mat questioned and Michelle smiled softly “Marie is letting me keep my apartment and I placed the house we had on the market, it’s just a matter of who is interested in it” Mat grabbed her hand and squeezed it “Take the house off the market” He said before Michelle frowned “What? Why?” “Because I’m going to buy the house, it’s our house after all” He said and Michelle was lost for words for a bit and he kept on “Um.. If you want, you don’t have to go back to Winnipeg.. Stay here in Vancouver for the rest of the summer, I’m sure my mom would be over the moon with you staying with me.. You can apply to NYU and you can start when we go back to New York for the season and we’ll stay until you graduate or if I ever sign with another team” “You’ll really do that for me?” She whispered and Mat leaned to kiss her forehead and smiled, his green eyes shining as he squeezed her hand “You made sacrifices for me, I can make sacrifices for you too” Michelle looked at him for a moment before squeezing his hand “We’ll take it one day at a time.. We’ll communicate better than before, and we’ll do everything to make this work between us.. I promise” “I promise we’re gonna be okay, me and you.” Mat said and she smiled.. How it started with an Instagram post and the many hurdles they came across and how they broke up.. Mat and Michelle promised that they would work to improve on their relationships while promising to support what their partners wanted to do. Michelle leaned forward to kiss Mat who wrapped an arm around her waist to bring her in closer and for the first time, Michelle felt relief and happiness.. She was going to start new with the man she loved so much. How she remembered there was a time where people cheered for her at parties, festivals and runway shows.. How it was all going to be a distant memory.. Michelle Wilson! Michelle Wilson! Michelle Wilson! ‘Michelle Wilson has given it 110% to the industry over the past few years. Her schedule amazed me because there was no way a human should have endured it. She gave her heart and soul to this industry and knocked down so many doors. Right now, it’s just best to leave Michelle alone.. Let her recharge and gather her thoughts and let her have her life back.. She mentally and physically needs this.. If she ever does want to return, she will let you know.. Leave her alone and let her be’

#mat barzal #mathew barzal #mat barzal imagine #mathew barzal imagine #nhl fanfiction #nhl imagines #nhl imagine #nhl #hockey imagines #hockey imagine #hockey

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choupichoups · 5 years ago

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Press F (Instagram/College AU) Epilogue

Lucas swears he’s the absolute master of undetected stalking. Or: Eliott is instagram famous and Lucas is the disaster gay who accidentally likes his post.

Okay so this is the end end, thank you again for reading!!

Lucas turns over, free arm carelessly swiping up the empty space beside him. Warm fingers drum a loose tune over cold sheets, long unoccupied despite the fact that it’s only nine in the morning. So Eliott did manage to drag his ass up for his photoshoot despite all the pouting and complaining from last night.

With a jaw cracking yawn, he pushes himself off their giant, comfy bed, landing on the floor with a soft thump. He conjures up whatever self restraint he’s gathered over the years to keep from nose diving back into the warm sheets. Eliott had left the curtains drawn over the windows, leaving their room bathed in burnt orange light, the air conditioning humming soft whirs of cool air. It’s the perfect recipe for a morning spent lounging in bed doing nothing.

But alas, he pulls his big boy pants up and drags his feet to the bathroom to follow his boyfriend’s itinerary for the day.

srodulv We’ll be at the west beach behind the big cliff i showed you yesterday Whenever your highness deems it fit to join us Lol nvm we’re inside a cave now Aaand we moved Right at the path when you head down Can’t miss me and my handsome face on a plank

lucallemant why is ur face on a plank less texting more posing

srodulv Being the breadwinnner in this relationship is really a thankless job huh

lucallemant where’s the bread tho???

srodulv THANKLESS

“Lucas, hey!”

He stumbles past the pathetic lumps of sand from where he and Eliott had attempted a friendly little sand castle competition a few days ago, clumsy on his feet as he holds himself back from rushing towards them.

“Morning, Jo,” he greets the photographer first before raising both eyebrows at Eliott, who does, in fact, look perfectly handsome lounging on his plank. As if the sand isn’t digging into the skin of his elbows. As if the sun isn’t beating directly over their heads. Ugh, an abomination.

“Oh hi, Eliott, good morning Eliott!” Eliott says in a mockingly high pitched tone when Lucas fails to say anything else. “How are you doing, Eliott?” he continues in that same annoying voice, prompting Lucas to kick up some sand his way. “I missed you, boyfriend, you’re working so hard, my dear!”

“Ew, shut up.” Lucas laughs, moving to sit beside Eliott when Jo pauses his snapping to adjust some settings on his camera. Despite all the teasing, however, Lucas presses a kiss to his boyfriend’s cheek and throws both legs over one of Eliott’s thighs, hands instinctively searching to intertwine their fingers. “Morning,” he murmurs into the space between their lips, chest fluttering when Eliott brushes their noses together, whipped as the first time.

“Good sleep?” Eliott mutters back, smile melting sweeter when Lucas drops his head on his shoulder with a nod. “We’re almost done here and then we have the rest of the week to ourselves, okay?”

“Okay.” Lucas plays with their tangled hands, fingers stroking light across the back of Eliott’s palms. He almost forgets what they’re actually talking about had it not been for the loud click of a camera shutter coming from his right.

Jo is looking down at his camera when Lucas finally forces himself away from the very optimal cuddle he and Eliott had going on. “You sure you don’t wanna do a joint photoshoot, Lucas?” Jo turns the camera around to show him the photo he’d just taken. “You guys look really good together, it’d be a hit!”

Yeah, no. Lucas snorts, “I wouldn’t know what to do with myself.”

Jo tuts, “Don’t be like that, this one looks good.”

“Lucky shot, trust me. My face does weird things in front of cameras most of the time,” he prattles out excuses, eyes narrowing when Eliott remains silent as he watches the exchange, laughter clear in his eyes. “Anyway, I’ll be taking a walk while you boys do your thing, alright, don’t have too much fun, drink water often, and I’ll see you,” he clicks his tongue, points to where Eliott is seated, eyes locked on Lucas ever since he arrived, “later. Bye!”

And he runs off before Jo could convince him to join the shoot. Lucas really isn’t about that life, the amount of followers he’s garnered only from the fact that he’s dating Eliott is already stressing him out as it is. He can’t imagine what a legitimate photoshoot together would do.

Making his way towards the beach, Lucas slips off his sandals and walks along the path where the waves hit the sand, relishing in the ticklish feel of sand shifting underneath his feet at every pull. His toes curl into the soft surface, wiggling at the cool touch of clear waters before the waves pull back into the ocean.

It’s nice out here. Lucas had been mighty skeptical when Eliott had mentioned it off-handedly during the giant final party of the school year. Granted, both of them had been pretty drunk at that point and Lucas wasn’t sure whether he was hearing things or if Eliott had really just asked him to go on a two week vacation in South Africa. Like Lucas doesn’t only have two whole dollars in his savings account.

It’s free, Eliott had cleared up once sober, chuckling at the dubious look on Lucas’ face. My friend wants a shoot there and he’s letting us stay at their private condo as payment.

Wow, bourgeoisie, and then Lucas proceeded to forget about it in the midst of tear inducing exams.

He digs out his phone and snaps a photo of the sun hitting the ocean’s surface with a pretty gleam. His mom would appreciate the view, maybe it would encourage her to take her own vacation somewhere too. She deserves a few weeks away from the city— maybe a trip with her friends would be nice, maybe with that nice guy she’s trying to pass off as just her friend whenever Lucas visits would be good too.

Lucas digs his heels in the sand and turns to face the ocean, rolling his sweatpants up to his calves as he steps deeper into the water.

Eliott’s graduated. He’d done a placement at a studio during his final year and they refused to get rid of him (Lucas can relate), add to that Eliott’s side film projects and this whole internet famous slash instagram model thing and Eliott’s suddenly found himself a lot more occupied that initially expected.

Lucas has quite a bit of catching up to do. Fuck, he’s not even employed anywhere. He’d left his job at the cafe during that unsavoury mess a year prior and his workload from school picked up at an abhorrent pace. The only reason he’s functioning as a semi normal human being right now is because Eliott has made it his mission to stop him from eating any more of Yann’s cheese bread and his mother has been helping him with rent.

He stomps his feet into the water, pouting as it earns him a very unsatisfying splash. And then his feet are suddenly off the ground, legs flailing on instinct as he’s grabbed from behind by an obnoxious, giggling giant—

“Eliott!” he screeches, two seconds before he’s unceremoniously dumped deeper into the water. Sputtering, he stands back up with as much dignity as he can gather and jumps onto Eliott’s back with a holler of curses, trying to keep his own head above water when Eliott’s knees buckle under the attack, laughter helpless as he clutches onto Lucas in their half-hearted tussle.

They roll around half in and half out the waves, laughter unbridled like giddy little children on a high. Careful steps on the sand turn to careless treading in the deeper waters, drenched clothes stuck on warm skin and playful fingers threaded in ocean darkened locks. Lucas breathes out a chuckle in the tiny space between them, foreheads aligning perfectly when he hauls himself up, arms wrapped tightly around Eliott’s shoulders for balance. This close, Eliott’s smile is more radiant than the sun reflecting diamonds in the water and Lucas can’t look away, not when the oncoming wave roars closer, not when Eliott whispers something reverent that steals the breath right out of his lungs.

"Eliott,” Lucas starts, blinking salt water off of his eyelashes. “Eliott, I—”

And then the waves claim them with an unmerciful smack, the force of it brings the two boys back to shore and they resurface with a sputter, their moment chased away by a newly triggered round of laughter.

“Oh shit.” Lucas squints as something dawns on him. “Fuck, Eliott!” He removes his soaked shirt and uses it to smack Eliott’s arm.

“Ow! What?”

“My shoes! I dropped them!”

“Oh. Oh, crap. I’ll buy— hey stop— stop that! I’ll buy you new ones at the market!”

The evening market is absolutely bustling with tourists. It seems like everyone had the same idea of whiling away the heat at the beach and whiling away at the shops once the sun starts to set.

“Lucas, come here! Look.”

Lucas follows the direction where Eliott’s voice is coming from, finding his boyfriend laden with all kinds of trinkets around the neck, around both wrists, and around most of his fingers. He’s such a fool. Lucas loves him so much.

“Please don’t tell me you’re gonna buy all of that.”

Eliott allows himself an offended look before remembering his excitement. “Course not, but look at this!” He stretches a hand and shows Lucas a handmade, wooden carving of a woman sitting on a piano bench with a dog beside her. “Wouldn’t this be perfect for your mom?”

Did Lucas say he loves him already?

“Yeah,” he says softly, squeezing the hand holding the figurine before letting go and looking around the stalls himself. He’s done a bit of shopping for their friends already (he’s not actually going to get them only rocks and sand, thank you very much), all he needs now is for some help getting things for Eliott’s parents. “Hey, do you think you dad will like—” He turns around, holding up a trinket, only to find Eliott already off to the stalls on the far right. Oh well, at least he looks like he’s in the process of returning everything he’s got draped all over him.

They don’t take very long to run into each other again once they’ve done their rounds, and Eliott beams like they haven’t seen each other in days, grabbing Lucas by the wrist with an enthusiastic, “All good to go?” And even if he wasn’t, Lucas would’ve followed him either way.

Speaking of, they’re not headed to where they parked their rental car.

“Where are we going?” Lucas asks, sneaking a glance around them to see if he can pinpoint familiar places. They haven’t done much exploring for the past week, preferring to laze around the beach area whenever Eliott wasn’t busy with photoshoots, but he imagines Eliott has been around more than him if Jo wanted some changes in scenery.

And because Eliott is Eliott, he doesn’t utter a word until they’ve passed a small bridge that leads to what looks like a dead end of shrubbery.

But Lucas knows better by now.

They squeeze through the thick shrubs, pushing branches and leaves aside until they reach a wide clearing. “Tada...” Eliott whispers, as if the sound of his normal volume would disrupt the scene.

And what a scene it was. A quaint circular area with boulders piled about, a large, ancient tree with drooping arms perfectly frames the view as if planted there years ago to fulfill this present purpose. The waves crash softly against the rocks, forcing pale, wet sand to shift with uneven dips. Over the horizon, blinding in its beauty, perches a moon so clear and bright Lucas would be hard pressed to believe it’s real if he weren’t standing right here.

“Holy shit,” he mumbles, shaking excess leaves off his feet as he makes his way forward, entranced. “Holy shit,” he repeats with feeling.

“Yup, holy shit.” Eliott breathes out his laughter, shoulders shrugging up in that endearing way of his. “Thought you’d appreciate this.”

Lucas makes his way to the edge where water and sand meet, bending to pick up a shiny stone reflecting moonlight off its surface. He hears Eliott coming up behind him but doesn’t expect the hand that steals the stone from his grip and Lucas huffs, indulging in his boyfriend’s amusement for a few minutes and jumping up to try and steal it back from Eliott’s raised fist.

“Eli, come on, give it.” He tries for another jump, but Eliott brings his hands behind his back, putting the stone out of sight. “Eliott!” Lucas whines, shaking the plastic bag of trinkets he’s got hanging around one wrist. Eliott has the gall to laugh at his suffering. “Give it.” Lucas holds out his free hand, tapping his feet on the sandy ground. “Now.”

Eliott raises an eyebrow in turn, smile adorable despite its mischief as he holds out both hands in closed fists. “Okay, choose a hand then.”

Lucas’ groan is long suffering.

But unfortunately, undeniably fond.

“What is this now?” Lucas eyes him suspiciously, trying to figure out what Eliott has up in his sleeve this time.

“What’s what?” Eliott tries for innocent.

“Did you learn some kind of magic trick, is that it?” Lucas grins, looking between the two hands in front of him.

“I don’t know, did I?” Eliott’s eye crinkles when he smiles. It’s infuriating.

“Omygod, you’re literally impossible. This better be a good trick, Demaury.” He slaps a hand over Eliott’s left fist, digging in between his fingers to try and pry them open. Eliott gives in too easily, lifting his fingers open without a struggle, so Lucas expects it to turn up empty.

Except.

Except—

“Is this good enough for you?” His voice is a whisper, quiet enough to get carried away by a strong wind.

Lucas stares at the hand, mouth gaping dumbly. “That’s a ring.” He hears a chuckle, and then Eliott’s other hand is opening to reveal a matching pair. “That’s two rings,” he says, a necessary and intelligent contribution.

“I know you’re nervous about what’s going to happen.” Eliott starts, “with my graduation, and work, and all that stuff.”

“I’m not—”

“Lucas, please, you think I wouldn’t notice?”

Lucas shuts his mouth, looks down at the rings again as if they hold the answers to all his doubts. And maybe, maybe they do. Hold them. Some of them, at least.

“Nobody likes change, you know. I hate it too.” Eliott steps closer, putting both rings inside one hand and using his free hand to grip one of Lucas’. “But for every change that happens there are still constants.” He places one of the rings inside Lucas’ palm. “And you have a lot of that, whether you believe it or not.” With both hands now free, Eliott takes the ring he kept for himself and drops it around his pinky finger. “But if there’s anything I want you to always believe, it’s that I will be your constant, Lucas Lallemant.”

“Constant?” Lucas chokes, eyes stinging from the force of the tears he’s holding back. God, he’s such a cry baby and Eliott knows it too, the bastard. “Like, always? Like—” Forever. But that’s a scary word. “Whatever happened to minute by minute?” He laughs weakly, hand gripping the ring tight in his hold.

Eliott leans down to press a kiss atop Lucas’ closed fist. “Okay, what if I tell you that here, in this exact spot, a minute lasts forever?” Because of course Eliott isn’t afraid of forever. Maybe Lucas will learn to be brave too.

Absently, Lucas mimics Eliott’s earlier movements, sliding the ring around his pinky and staring at it in wonder. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen himself wear a ring in his whole life. It’s a little loose on him but he’ll deal with that later, now’s not the time to worry about tiny details. “That’s absurd.”

“You’re absurd.”

“No you.” And Lucas launches himself up and into a hard kiss, putting all the brimming feelings he’s too stupefied to vocalize at this moment. “Buying promise rings,” he murmurs in between kisses. “When did you even— you sneaky bastard.” He pulls at Eliott’s shirt, dragging him down as he sags back on his heels. Eliott’s hands are warm cups over his cheeks, touch so soft, ever so gentle in everything he does. Lucas is shifting to fling his arms around Eliott’s shoulders to try and bring them even closer to each other when he feels the newly appointed metal on his finger fly right off his finger and into... well... into the unknown.

He pulls away so fast he gives both of them whiplash.

Fuck. “Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Fuck!

Eliott is understandably confused. “Uh. What’s wrong?”

“My ring!” Lucas screeches, throwing his bag of souvenirs over onto dry land before attempting to dive headfirst into the water. Eliott stops him just in time, dragging a protesting Lucas far, far away from the ocean. “But Eliott! My ring!! Your ring?! My— ring!”

And Eliott is laughing. “It’s okay, Lu.”

“It’s not!” He takes fistfuls of Eliott’s shirt and shakes his boyfriend because in what world is it okay to lose a ring given to you two seconds ago? “I just had it and then it’s gone!”

“Shh, it’s okay.” Eliott smiles down at him, shaking his head as he removes his own ring from his pinky and slides it onto Lucas’ ring finger. It’s a much better fit this time, but—

“But this is yours,” Lucas insists, “you’ve gotta have one too.”

“Oh, I do?” Eliott raises a teasing eyebrow.

“Of fucking course, that’s the point of a promise ring you dolt.” Wait no. “I’m the dolt. I can’t believe I lost my ring!”

Eliott’s giggles ring clear in the night. “Lucas, it’s okay, really, we’re here for a few more days, we can buy a new one before we leave, hm? Let’s go back now, I think you need some sleep.”

“I don’t need to sleep, I need to find my ring!!”

#skam france #elu fic #elu insta au #fictag #i will save my long sappy note #on ao3 #whenever i get to posting there #why did the image quality deteriorate #in between me posting this and the last time i updated #@ tumblr whats up widdat #now we play the game of #will this show up in the tags #gud night #i go back 2 sleep

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macaronsforchat · 4 years ago

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Ladynoir July Day 5 - Banter

@ladynoirjuly2020

read on ao3!

Chat took the last fry, leaving Ladybug to watch him eat it mockingly and roll her eyes. She placed their bag of garbage out of the way, leaning her head against his shoulder and looking out at the city.

“Hey, have you thought about adding more of your designs to your website yet?” he asked abruptly, glancing down at her and hearing her sigh. Her website had seen some traffic when she first debuted it, but since then, no one had really shown interest. That was fine by Marinette, but it was hard to find the motivation to upload anything new.

“Not yet,” she replied, feeling his arm slip off her shoulders. He gently pushed her forward and away from his shoulder, moving to sit in front of her and place both hands on her shoulders.

“You really should! I know people would love it if they could just see more of what you have to offer,” he said, expecting her to deflate or come up with an excuse, but a smirk pushed the corners of her mouth up instead.

“You just wanna see me model more cute clothes,” she teased, and he cracked a smile, removing his hands from her.

“That’s always a perk, but I’m serious,” he said, watching her tilt her head thoughtfully.

“I know right? That dress I made the other day really compliments my body’s natural curves,” she said smoothly, and Chat blurted out an, “I know!” before he could think. A bright blush appeared on his cheeks, his lips forming a tight line.

“Mari, that’s not the point,” he said sternly, trying to hide the embarrassment in his voice. She laughed lightly, pushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear, bringing his attention to her face. She was blushing too.

“I can even help you out again,” he offered to change the subject, holding a gesturing hand out to her and raising his eyebrows. She glanced at his hand, tapping her chin.

“That could be fun,” she mused, earning another smile from him. “But you can’t model with me,” she added, removing his grin immediately. His ears drooped, his hand dropping back into his lap.

“Why not?” he whined, and she opened her mouth to speak immediately.

“You’ll just outshine me,” she said, tilting her head and trying to look innocent as his eyes narrowed at her.

“Not possible,” he retorted, keeping his eyes piercing into her. She sighed, laughing.

“It is! You’re like that sun from the Teletubbies,” she told him, and he furrowed his eyebrows, letting out a breathy laugh.

“The baby?” he asked incredulously, another laugh of disbelief interrupting him, but he continued when she nodded fervently. “What? Why? I am not.” She laughed, covering her mouth but sitting up on her knees in preparation to argue her point.

“No seriously! You’re a big ball of sunshine, and you’re like a little baby!” she said. He pouted jokingly, crossing his arms over his chest.

“I am not a baby.” He expected more giggles from her, that being his goal, but she gave him a flat look, one that told him he was probably about to be proven wrong.

“Adrien Agreste, yesterday you cried because you dropped your slice of buttered bread,” she said lowly, not showing a shred of emotion when he gasped in offense.

“You know the laws of physics hate me!” he exclaimed, scoffing at her unamused stare. “It landed butter-side down!” he groaned, feeling slightly better when she burst out laughing, bending over and pressing her forehead against the blanket they’d laid out, snorting loudly. He couldn’t help but laugh along with her, happy to see her so carefree.

When she composed herself again, wiping the stray tears from her cheeks, she looked at him again, still letting out a few giggles.

“Really, though, you don’t wanna model with me?” he asked, gauging her reaction. She gave him a soft smile, her cheeks flushed from laughing so hard.

“I just wanna try and promote my work without the help of Paris’ most dreamy model,” she said lightly, but he could hear the serious undertone in her voice. He narrowed his eyes, deciding he’d keep joking with her for the ‘dreamy’ comment.

“Oh I know!” he said excitedly, seeing her blink in confusion. “I’ll ask my father to get you to model with me in my photoshoots! Then everyone will be so interested in you,” he suggested jokingly, and she stared at him blankly.

“I can’t believe you have two pairs of ears and you still can’t hear,” she sighed, shaking her head. He put his hands behind his ears, making them face forward.

“What?” he asked loudly, making her push his shoulder and chuckle, rolling her eyes briefly.

“Really, kitty. This is something I wanna do on my own,” she repeated, and he paused the teasing for a moment, giving her a soft smile.

“I think you’ll do great, bugaboo,” he told her, watching her face light up in a warm grin.

“Thanks.” He reached over and planted a quick kiss on her cheek, hearing her shy giggle so close to his ear just before he pulled away. She watched him for a moment, giving him a look that made his stomach wanna knot itself until it could never be untied.

“You could still help me with taking the photos though,” she said after a few moments of making his heart go wild, and he was glad for the distraction from her eyes that seemed too blue to be real.

“Really?” She went to nod, but then frowned, scrunching her nose up.

“Mmmm…” she hummed, and he blinked at her. “But only if you’re not annoying,” she dragged out, and he mimicked her, scrunching up his nose.

“You’ll just have to deal with me,” he told her, and she groaned dramatically, turning and falling over, her head landing in his lap.

“You’re only in it for that dress, aren’t you?” she asked, faking tears and covering her face, making him laugh and lean closer to her.

“Guess the jig’s up,” he said, gently taking her hands away from her face and feeling his heart jump when she looked up at him with her big, blue eyes. She giggled a little, cementing the fact that he would always be a sucker for her, and he kept moving closer, seeing her eyes drifting towards his lips.

Just as their eyes fluttered closed, their lips brushing, a loud explosion sounded off, making them both jump. They sat up, looking across the city and seeing a plume of smoke rising towards the sky. Chat looked back at her, seeing that her expression had shifted at a moment’s notice. Determination filled her every move, and he felt a little disappointed as she moved to stand, taking her yo-yo from her hip.

“One kiss?” he asked, standing to meet her and watching her face soften again when their eyes met. She hesitated but then sauntered towards the edge of the roof, stopping just before she jumped and looking back at him.

“Come and get it, sunshine,” she said, winking and making his knees almost give out on him. But he just laughed and followed after her, determined to earn it.

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i just re-read this and enjoyed it so much omg. i loved writing this!!

thank you all for reading! i hope you enjoyed!

#ladynoirjuly2020 #ladynoirjuly #ladynoir july #ladynoir #ladybug #chat noir #banter #miraculous ladybug #my writing #ml fanfic #ml fic #post reveal

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star-spangled-steve · 5 years ago

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His New Partner

Chapter 24: The Last Night Of Freedom

Series Masterlist

Previous Chapter

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Words: 3402

Warnings: Smut, vaginal sex, oral sex, fingering, nudity, Daddy!Kink, Dom!Steve, sub!Reader, dirty talk, cussing, alcohol, implications of female strippers.

A/N: Just so you know, Y/F/N means Your Friend’s Name and Y/C/N means Your Cousin’s Name; both female in this case. Though if you aren’t close with any cousins, you can just imagine another friend. Enjoy this chapter!

“May your bachelorette party be filled with and fun, love, laughter, and most importantly, lots and lots of liquor.” Natasha spoke with a smirk before shouting “To Y/N!” as a closer to her Maid of Honour speech, or what was at least a shorter version. The real one would take place in exactly a week, but instead of being in front of five other ladies, it would be in front of about two hundred wedding guests.

The small circle of women all cheered and clinked their glasses together, repeating “To Y/N!” with huge smiles before tipping their drinks back.

A group of people from a table nearby started to clap, making the bride-to-be blush and give them a small wave after she finished her sip.

Y/F/N turned around to the look at the supportive Las Vegas bar patrons before facing back to Y/N with a smile. “Ooo, N/N. Looks like that one guy over there recognizes you.” She discretely nudged her head towards the handsome brunette who was sitting right across from them. “He’s cute, you should go for it.”

“Dude, I’m getting married in literally a week.” The actress stated, shaking her head at her friend’s silliness.

Maria smirked. “Still, it’s never too late to call it off.”

Y/C/N laughed at the comment, completely knowing that it was a joke. You’d have to be completely blind to not see the pure love between Steve and Y/N. “Ya, then that way I could have the Captain all for myself.”

“Oh please.” Y/N playfully shook her head. “We all know that Natasha would have next dibs.”

The assassin scoffed in response. “Says who?”

The woman of the hour raised her eyebrows. “You, ‘ya big fiancé kisser!”

The table erupted in gasps and giggles.

“Wait, wait, wait, what happened?” Pepper chimed in.

Maria chuckled. “Oh ya, I heard about that!”

“She kissed Steve when they were in Washington like a year ago.” Y/N explained, pretending to be mad when in reality she was completely over it. “He wasn’t technically my fiancé yet, but you still kissed my boyfriend.”

“It was for a mission! The guys could’ve killed us if we were recognized! I did what I had to do to hide our faces.” Natasha stated, throwing an arm up and down in exaggeration. “How did you even find out? Did Steve tell you?”

“Well, duh!” Y/N said with a laugh. “The man apologized to me like five times.”

“But you kiss a ton of actors all the time for your job.” Pepper pointed out with furrowed eyebrows and tilted her head. “Do you apologize?”

The girl in question nodded her head. “At first, for sure. It was pretty hard for him to deal with, and that’s why he felt so guilty doing the same back to me.” She took another sip of her drink, watching Natasha’s expression from over the rim of her glass. The redhead had an uncharacteristically ashamed look on her face. “Relax, Nat.” Y/N spoke after putting her empty glass down on the glossy wood table. “I’m not really upset, I was just kidding.”

Y/F/N grinned. “So... free dibs to kiss Mr. America then?”

“Absolutely not.”

*****

“To Steve!” Sam cheered, urging the other four guests to repeat him, while the one man of the hour just stood there and beamed.

After taking a long sip of his beer, Clint slapped a hand on the Captain’s shoulder. “May your bachelor party be one to remember.”

“Your last night of freedom.” Rhodes added.

Steve shook his head with a smile. “Well, we can’t exactly call it my last night of freedom. The wedding is a whole seven days away.”

“Still,” Tony cocked his head to the side, “the last night where you’re not tied down to the responsibilities of becoming a husband.“

And it was exactly that. Y/N and the wedding planner had reserved the entire upcoming week to set things up for the ceremony, reception, and photoshoot in between.

“Come on,” Thor, who came back to Earth specifically for these festivities, let out a deep chuckle, “you can tell by the look in this man’s eyes that he truly loves all the weddingly duties.”

Sam nodded. “We all know that Cap would rather be snuggled under the covers with Y/N somewhere than be here with us.”

Steve gave them one of his half grins. “Regardless of what I’d rather or be doing right now,-”

“Or who you’d rather be doing.” Tony interrupted, making the circle of men laugh and the groom-to-be roll his eyes.

“Anyways, I really do appreciate you guys bringing me here.” Steve stated, glancing around their private room at one of Las Vegas’ fanciest bars. It was something that only the big names of the Avengers could book, and the big wallet of Tony Stark could afford.

“The evening’s only beginning though, right, Stark?” Clint waggled his eyebrows up and down with a cheesy smirk.

“Most definitely.” Tony snickered before checking the time on his very expensive watch, seeing that it was now 9:56 at night. “And in a little less than five minutes, the show will finally start.”

Steve furrowed his eyebrows. “What show? I thought we were just going to go back down and gamble some more.”

In order to avoid the man’s eyes, Sam and Tony glanced at their shoes as Clint took a sip of his drink in hopes to hide his smile. Rhodes started to chuckle a little bit, meanwhile Thor was just as confused as the super soldier.

“What did you guys plan?” Steve questioned, suddenly bringing out his special Captain America voice that was only reserved for missions; sometimes the bedroom.

Stark just shrugged mischievously.

“Tony, guys, I swear to Go-”

Roger’s words were interrupted by the sound of squealing women, high heels thumping down the hallway, and a big speaker that was playing some new sensual pop song that he had never heard before.

“You didn’t.” Steve ground his teeth in frustration, eyeing each of his friends. “Whose idea was this?”

Sam sheepishly raised his hand. “It’s my duty as Best Man to give you the best night ever!”

“I thought that we had discuss-”

The double doors suddenly burst open, revealing a large clan of attractive women wearing very, very little clothing. “Oh, Captain!” They called before skipping into the room and circling around the seemingly uncomfortable man.

Steve just sighed as he glanced around the approximately ten pretty faces surrounding him, eyes not daring to stray any lower than their chins. “Oh boy.”

*****

The music of the bar club just seemed to get louder and louder, clouding all of her senses as she took another sip of what was probably her third drink of the evening. Y/N wasn’t exactly drunk yet, but tipsy enough to not really care that she’d been sitting alone for the last half an hour.

Las Vegas was pretty fancy, the girl would have to give it that. The bars were lined with more liquor bottles than she could count, not a finger smudge on any of them, and she was pretty sure that her hotel room was at least 50% marble.

But of course, that could’ve just been Tony’s miraculous planning skills; or Tony’s miraculous stack of money. Y/N couldn’t even imagine what it would cost to bring all twelve people in the wedding party to Las Vegas for the weekend, let alone stay in the two nicest casino hotels in the area.

Yes, two. One for the men, one for the women. Sam and Natasha took great responsibility in their Best Man and Maid of Honour roles, deciding to have the two groups bunk separately, almost ten blocks apart. It was Steve and Y/N’s bachelor and bachelorette parties after all, one of their last nights being two singles. Everyone wanted the pair to spend it to its full extent.

Vibrations coming from her clutch broke Y/N out of her slightly tipsy haze, making the girl take out her cellphone and instantly smile when she saw that it was Steve calling her. “Hello?” She spoke after answering it.

“Hey, sweetheart.” The man said from the other end.

“Honey.” She greeted as she sat up straighter on her barstool, becoming excited at the sound of his voice, “What’s up?”

“Just miss you, that’s all.”

Y/N beamed. They had only been apart for half of a day, and he had already wanted to see her. “I miss you too, Stevie. You having fun?”

“Uh,” the Captain puffed out a breath, “ya, ya, tons of fun. T-Tame fun, nothing too crazy.” He told her, trying to hide the fact that there had just been plenty of almost-naked women dancing around him. “What about you?”

“Well,” Y/N looked around the noisy bar that she was in, still seeing none of her friends around, “it’s been okay.”

“Only okay?”

“I mean, don’t get me wrong, it started out great.” She explained. “But, uh, everyone ‘sorta went off to do their own thing.”

“They ditched you?” Steve sternly asked, mad at the fact that Y/N was all by herself in the busy city of Las Vegas.

“No!” She shook her head back and forth, even though he couldn’t actually see her. “Pepper and Y/C/N we’re doing so well in the casino that I just let them keep going, last time I saw Nat and Maria they were playing pool, and Y/F/N went off somewhere to hook up with this random guy.”

“Awe, doll. I’m so sorry.” Steve comforted.

Y/N gloomily tapped her nails against the sleek wood bar top, her other hand still holding the phone to her ear. “It’s alright. You know that these clubs and all aren’t exactly my scene anyways.”

“Here,” the man spoke up, coming upon a realization, “I have an idea. Why don’t you go down to the lobby, and I’ll meet you there?”

“You ‘wanna come over here?”

Steve answered like it was obvious. “Of course.”

Y/N was confused. “But hon, it’s your bachelor party. The whole point of the night is to be away from each other. I don’t ‘wanna ruin your fun.”

He shook his head at her words, telling even from blocks away that there was a sheepish look painted on her face. “You honestly think that you’d be ruining my fun? Baby, you are my fun.” Steve looked around the room that he was in, making sure all of his friends seemed alright on their own. “Just meet me down there, N/N. Then we can go up to your room, and I’ll give you the best bachelorette party that you could ever ask for. That’s a promise.”

*****

Y/N fumbled with her hotel room key card as she struggled to unlock her door, getting the red light instead of the green light every time. Though to her defence, there was a major distraction grinding up against her backside.

“Better hurry up, baby girl. I’m getting impatient here.” Steve whispered huskily into her ear, leaving her shivering.

The girl finally managed to unlock her door, and the moment she did, it was closed from the inside and she was shoved against it. Y/N’s legs around Steve’s waist, his lips against her neck. She let out a high-pitched moan.

“Oh, you like that, baby? You like it when your daddy’s rough with you?”

Another whine in response.

“I need an answer, baby.” The man added with a particularly harsh bite to her neck. Y/N instantly knew there’d be marks the next day, worrying that they’d still be there for the wedding, but was too turned on to say anything.

“Yes.” She managed to let slip past her lips.

“‘Yes’ who?”

“Yes, daddy.”

“Good girl.” Just as every time, the word ‘daddy’ went straight to Steve’s dick; the evidence was extremely prominent against Y/N’s thigh.

He had-had enough by now. And so, he grabbed on to the neckline of her olive green dress and ripped it straight down. His plump lips instantly attacked her chest, which to both his surprise and delight, was not clad in a bra.

“I knew it.” Steve rasped. “Have you been braless all night, my naughty girl?”

“Yes, daddy.” Y/N said shakily. But who could blame her for not wearing one? It was a strapless dress and the top part was double-layered anyways.

“I bet you aren’t wearing any panties either.” He said in between sloppy kisses to her breasts. “I think I have to check.” And with that, he strongly pressed the fingers of his right hand against her clit, being correct about the lack of underwear. But once again, who could blame her? The bottom part of her bodycon dress was very thin, and she definitely couldn’t have panty lines.

“Daddy.” The girl whined.

His fingers then slipped inside her tight, aching hole, repeatedly thrusting in and out.

Y/N’s legs turned to jelly, instantly hanging against Steve’s sides. Luckily though, due to his brute strength and the sturdiness of the hotel’s door, she stayed upright as he continued fucking her with his fingers.

“Cum for me baby, cum for your daddy.” He ordered, his thumb and forefinger instantly pinching her clit.

So with that, Y/N let go of any last bit of control she had left, and came. Hard.

The room was filled with the sounds of whines, panting, and the squishing of Steve’s fingers inside of her wet opening.

“Shhh, shh.” He cooed as she came down from her high. “You did so great, my precious girl.” Right as Y/N felt brought back down to Earth, he started counting in a low voice “That’s one.”

Uh oh, she though to herself. It was one of those nights. Those nights were Steve repeatedly made her cum until she was so sensitive that she couldn’t even move. And it’s not that Y/N didn’t enjoy these nights, because she sure did, but she also knew that once he was getting started, there was no way of getting him to stop.

Steve brought his right hand up to his mouth, slowly and sensually licking the juices off each individual finger as if savouring the taste of her. The man adjusted his hands underneath Y/N’s thighs before he quickly walked them both to the bed, throwing her onto it.

Just as quickly, Steve took off his sport coat and crawled overtop of her with a low growl; this just added to her wetness. “Let’s see how many more you’ve got in you, little girl.” He said with quirked up lips. But that sly smirk was soon out of Y/N’s field of view, as his mouth descended to her dripping pussy.

“Oh, Jesus.” She said as she felt his tongue against her.

He peered up from between her legs. “That’s not my name, princess.”

“I’m sorry, daddy.”

Steve went back down and continued his delicious assault on her core. With every stroke of his tongue, Y/N felt as if she was being pulled further and further away from her coherent thoughts. The only two things on her mind being the feel of his mouth on her vagina, and the slight brush of his nose against her clit every time he shifted his head.

“Daddy, I-I-I’m going to cum again.” Y/N stuttered.

The words “Do it, babydoll.” vibrated against her pussy, pushing the girl over the edge for a second time.

Steve lapped up every last drop that Y/N had to offer, and once he went up the bed so that they were eye to eye, licked his lips. The man looked every bit as much as a cat who just got his cream. “Two.” He proudly rumbled into her ear.

Y/N was still in her post-orgasm bliss as she heard the sound of Steve’s belt being undone and dropped to the floor. She turned her head just in time to see him finish unbuttoning his shirt, revealing his sculpted chest and abs. Next to go was his pants and boxer briefs, Steve’s large hands pulling them both down all at once.

Y/N’s mouth watered at the sight of his delicious cock. No matter how many times that she had seen it and felt it before, the size continued to overwhelm her.

As if the man had read her mind, “You like what you see, my baby?” He took the handy condom out of his wallet, rolling it on and stroking himself in the process.

Too caught up in the sight of what was him, all that Y/N could do was nod her head.

Once again, Steve made his way to hover above her. One moment, the girl was staring up into his beautiful blue eyes, and the next, she was moaning out in surprise at the sudden impact of him inside of her.

Just as suddenly, his dick started to thrust in and out of her at a slow, leisurely pace. Steve was doing it specifically to drive her insane. It had worked.

“Faster, daddy.” Y/N whimpered.

“Baby girl, is that how you ask daddy a question?” The Captain retaliated as he continued to move in and out of her wanting hole.

The girl was almost crying at this point, “Please, please daddy, can you go please faster?”

Steve, starting to get impatient himself, began to fuck her more quickly. He could see how easily she was falling apart underneath him by each squeeze of her walls around his member.

And with a gasp, Y/N was cumming again.

“Three.” Steve groaned out as he was slowing his thrusts. The man then pulled out of her, his dick still as hard as ever.

Without warning the girl was tossed onto her stomach, Steve’s big hands harshly grasping her hips and bringing them closer to his own. There would definitely be bruises the next day, matching the ones he already made on her neck and chest. But she decided she’d wear them all with pride, and maybe a bit of concealer if necessary.

Steve entered her a second time, his pace being even quicker than before; if possible. He could see Y/N’s hands strongly grasping the sheets from his place behind her, just loving how desperate she was for him.

Between the feeling of her tight pussy around him and the continual sounds she was making, the man figured that it wouldn’t be long before he finished. But, he knew he could give her one more first. Steve was the type who got off on getting her off. Y/N had no complaints.

As he started to rub circles on her clit, she loudly moaned out into the vast expanse of her hotel room.

“Come on little girl, give me one more,” Steve huffed. “Cum once more for daddy.”

With that last bit of encouragement, the girl came again; her biggest orgasm of the night triggering his own.

“Y/N, baby.” He groaned out as she collapsed on the bed from exhaustion. Steve swerved just in time to avoid crushing her, running a hand through his damp golden hair. “Best. Bachelor. Party. Ever.” He spoke in between pants of breath.

The girl turned onto her back and nodded her sweat-covered head. “Agreed.”

The man only stayed on the bed a minute before he was up and heading to the ensuite bathroom. He returned with a wet, warm washcloth and began to rub in between Y/N’s thighs, cleaning her up.

“Thank you.” She said hoarsely, her voice practically wrecked after the night’s activities.

“Of course.” Steve replied with a sincere smile. How in less than five minutes he went from a dominant sex god to a sweet and wholesome boyfriend would forever remain a mystery to Y/N.

He returned the cloth to the restroom before making his way back to the bed, turning off the room’s lights along the way.

“I love you so much.” The Captain stated as he tucked them both underneath the covers and pulled her into his arms.

The effect that this man had on her never failed, as Y/N was blushing at the simple phrase they’ve said over a thousand times. “I love you more.” She added cheekily.

“Not possible.” Steve contradicted, just as usual. And before she could counter back, he placed a loving kiss right on her lips.

“Goodnight, Stevie.” Y/N spoke as she turned in his arms, having him spoon her.

“Goodnight, my love.” But, it only took about three seconds before he was speaking up again. “Oh, and babydoll?”

“Mm-hmm?” Y/N replied, almost asleep.

“Four.”

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mcwriting · 5 years ago

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one kiss is all it takes

I had this cute idea pop into my brain one night when I was tryna sleep and just couldn’t stop thinking about it.

It’s wayyyyy overly descriptive but this whole thing was basically me imagining every little detail possible and putting it on the page. I’m not one for ambiguity in my writing if you haven’t noticed lol.

Anyways I’m still working on starstruck so here’s this for your troubles

Fandom: Thomas Stanley Holland (plus mention of spidey)

Ship: Tom Holland x Reader (ik the beginning has Peter but it’s explained under the cut ;) lol)

Setting: good ol’ Atlanta, GA (aka a place I wanna visit so bad)

Word Count: 4943 (omg I almost had a stroke reading that number this is my longest story to date)

Warnings: teeny bad word, some SeXuAl themes and kissing, as the title implies

Rating: T but it ain’t that extreme

sorry it’s so long lol rip

“Look, Peter, you may have been gone that 5 years, but I lost almost everything during them, and then, it all somehow got worse,” you explained through gritted teeth, standing from the end of your king sized bed to face him.

“My mom, my only source of comfort, was snapped, blipped, gone, sucked into a stupid rock for five years and me? I was stuck up here in this dumb apartment with an asshole father,” tears streamed down your face, confusing you, as you continued ferociously.

“You know what happened after maybe six months? He brought home his idiot secretary and flaunted her in front of me for over four YEARS! And guess what happened after the whole shebang was over and everyone came back?”

Your voice finally cracked and you stared at Peter for a moment before continuing.

“He pretended that he was faithful the entire time, all the while ignoring me and ruining every false hope I had that he was a decent human being. So you know what, spider boy? You may have been gone those five years, but I lost every good relationship in my life, so don’t come here pretending like you’re the only one with problems in this city,” you whispered.

He stood, reaching out to say something, but you held up a hand to stop him in his tracks.

“You know what? Just get out,” you commanded.

“Wait I-”

“Out. Now.”

He stood for a brief second before stepping to your open window. Before he could put the mask on and go, a loud voice cut through the silence over a speaker.

“Cut!” Exclaimed Jon, causing both you and Tom to relax and smile.

You wiped the unintentional tears from your face. This had been your third take and for some reason, you had finally worked up a cry for the scene. It felt right, and Tom came over to compliment you on it.

You were filming for another Spider-Man film and your character was a fresh take on Gwen Stacy, who had a new name similarly to Zendaya’s MJ.

The character was a rich, somewhat bratty New Yorker who had been eleven during Thanos’s snap and grown into a sixteen year old Midtown student by the time everyone was revived.

She hadn’t been on the European trip displayed in Far From Home, the excuse being that she was a model working events and doing photoshoots all summer. She also had become one of the most popular people in the school due to her internet fame, incredible academics, and wealth.

You had been shocked to receive the role but honored to become a member of the MCU. Over the couple of months spent in Atlanta by now, you had become integrated with the rest of the cast, getting especially close with your celebrity (and now real) crush Tom Holland.

Weekends were often spent at the house Marvel provided him, where he lived with Harry and Harrison, who was once again able to tag along as Tom’s “assistant.” You lived only minutes down the road in your own small place and would go to Tom’s to swim or just hang out.

You and Tom were currently talking, you joking that you wished the scene was done so you wouldn’t have to bring out tears again.

Almost prophetically, the Jason Bourne theme began playing over the speakers, Jon’s way of indicating that the scene was finished and needed no further work until post-production.

You looked to Tom and both of you sighed and held out arms for a hug and congratulations, ready to wrap the day as it was a late Friday night and you wanted nothing more than to curl up in bed all weekend.

You two began walking off of set to go to the trailers when Jon jogged after, calling out,

“Hold on guys, I need to talk to you about next week!”

He was holding two manila envelopes, each printed with yours and Tom’s names. Jon gripped them tightly.

“So I thought I’d give you these tentative scripts for the kissing scene so you two could prepare for Monday. As always, you can do some improv or try to make it better but I thought I’d give this as a heads up,” the director explained.

You were stunned, and surely looked it too. A quick glance at Tom showed he was more collected but definitely confused too.

“I’m sorry, Jon, but kiss? You never said there would be one between us I mean, he and MJ are still together, right?” You asked tentatively.

“Yeah I’m gonna have to agree with y/n, man. You said we might have a ‘moment’ but never mentioned a kiss. The fans’ll hate us,” Tom concurred, “but I haven’t read it yet so I’m sure it makes sense.”

“Wait did I not warn you guys? I’m so sorry. I mean we can change the scene if it makes you guys uncomf-”

“NO!” you exclaimed way too quickly, face heating up. “No, no, I mean, I’ll do it, if Tom’s in. I just, uh, didn’t realize we’d have to do an actual, real kiss is all.”

You had never kissed anyone before, and the prospect of Tom Holland being your first was unbelievably tempting. Tom had nodded along and agreed to move forward with it as well. With that and the scripts now in hand, you began walking to your trailers again, Tom alongside you.

After a few moments of silence under the artificial lights outside, Tom spoke up.

“Hey, would you maybe want to practice this scene at my place tomorrow? I know it was all kind of just thrown on us and I’d definitely feel better with some rehearsing.”

You smiled at the gesture, but again blushed at the thought of kissing Tom Holland, the guy you had been crushing on since Homecoming. You were glad that there was a shadow hiding your pink cheeks.

“Honestly, that’s perfect. I can come over at like 11 and after we can all have lunch and hang by the pool?” You asked, nervously hoping he would accept as you stepped in front of the steps to your trailer.

“That’s perfect, darling,” he replied, voice smooth and clear. You couldn’t help but look back at him walking away as you climbed the steps and went through the door, butterflies making themselves present in your stomach.

You slung your bag containing a swimsuit, sunscreen, towel, and snacks over the back of a chair and tossed your keys on the end table in Tom’s living room. You, Harry, and Haz sat on the kitchen counters while waiting for Tom to come out from a shower, joking around and sipping on beverages.

Soon enough, Tom came out and led you into the office, a small room with a couch, desk, and bookshelves that connected to the backyard with a sliding glass door. It was pretty private and well lit, giving you both a comfortable environment to work.

You started off by just reading over the lines and doing some basic marking, always stopping before the kiss. The scene would tie into Friday’s take, where Peter would return to your room to apologize, and you would kiss him out of nowhere in your distress. Then, you would promptly kick him out again upon realizing the ramifications the kiss could have on Peter and MJ’s relationship.

Finally, Tom suggested you work on the kiss by itself,

“Before we do, can I make a confession?,” you questioned, chest beating heavily.

“Of course,” he said, full attention on you, eyebrows furrowed in concern.

“Look, Tom, I’ve never kissed anyone, in real life or acting. Can we please take this slow?”

“Absolutely y/n. I had no idea,” he looked around, “and since it’s your first time, I think a lesson is at hand.”

You cocked an eyebrow, then nodded, trying not to seem too excited. He led you over to the large, sturdy oak desk, gesturing for you to hop up.

“I know you’re in control of this during the actual scene, but if it’s okay I thought maybe I could lead it for right now? I get it if you don’t want to but-”

“No, no. That’s a great idea,” you pushed onto the desk and sat on the edge, legs dangling, “tell me what I’ve gotta do.”

He smiled and stepped forward.

“Okay, um. Well. Is it okay if I get between your legs, or put one knee in and,” you burst out in laughter at his wording, “Oh my God that sounded awful didn’t it I’m so sorry I just don’t want to push you further than you’re ready to go.”

“Tom,” you put a hand on his shoulder, pulling him closer, your knees now around his hips, “you’re doing great. And you know me, I’m not afraid to tell you what’s up if I’m not feeling it.”

He looked down at you sheepishly, then placed his hands on the desk on either side of you. Your position caused you to be only a few inches shorter than him, so as he leaned forward his face came even closer.

The proximity made your heart race, and you tried to figure out where to put your own hands, settling on your lap for now.

He grabbed your wrists and placed your palms on his back, then put his own on your shoulders.

“Okay so is it alright if I put my hands on your neck and chin? Or do you want to do something different?”

“Dude, just do what feels right. You’re the one with experience. If it goes bad, then it’s bad and we figure out what to do, right?”

“Maybe you should be the one doing this then,” he chuckled, causing you to wrinkle your nose and shake your head.

His fingers traced up your shoulders and neck, him placing the left on the nape of your neck, underneath your mess of hair, and the right just below your chin. He tipped your face up gently and you were now millimeters apart, so close that you could feel his hot breath.

“May I?” he whispered, making you gulp and give a slight nod. You could feel your eyes glazing over.

He took this as a yes and leaned in further, finally closing the gap. You closed your eyes completely to melt into his warm lips. The feeling of his fingers gripping your hair was like heaven, and after a seeming eternity, finally you separated to get some air.

Your eyes were still closed when you felt Tom brush his thumb over your lips. Upon opening your eyes and glancing up, Tom was looking at you with a soft grin mimicking yours. His left hand remained in your hair but he slid the right one down to the space between your shoulder blades.

“Was that alright for your first time, darling?” He questioned sweetly, words dripping like thick honey in the still air.

It was like fireworks were going off around you in your head.

“I, um. It, yeah. Absolutely. I’m just... wow.” you stammered, unable to compose yourself properly.

He breathed out a laugh and threw his head back, then went back to looking into your eyes. You studied the crinkles by his eyes and his lopsided grin closely, trying to burn the memory into your brain forever.

“Shall we try again?” he asked cheekily, and you responded with fervor once more.

He continued to move his right hand further down, palm spreading over the small of your back. Your nerves tingled at the touch and instinctively you arched your back. Your own hands found themselves on his shoulders and your legs wrapped all the way around his hips loosely.

The second time was longer, hungrier, more passionate.

Am I dreaming? You promptly imagined, wondering how life had brought you to this moment.

After separating this time, you could see a ravenous flame in Tom’s eyes, and you decided to try something different.

You told him to wait as you climbed further onto the desk, sitting on your knees and now towering a few inches above Tom. He looked a you with an interested glint in his eyes as you scooted closer.

Your hands found his again and this time you guided them to the lowest part of your back, hoping he would take the hint.

With that, you were now in control, grabbing each side of his face between your palms and pulling him forward and up into another kiss, his hands instinctively traveling below your hips and onto your glutes, just as you had wanted.

Suddenly you broke the kiss, afraid you were coming on too strong.

“This is all for research purposes, right?”

“Sure, we’ll call it that,” he quipped before pulling you back down.

Eventually you found yourself standing on the ground, once again shorter than Tom but happy nonetheless. The make out session continued, both of you trying to convince yourselves that with each new hand position or lean you were purely trying it all for the measly scene on Monday.

Finally, you found yourselves on the couch. You had started by just sitting next to each other, similar to how the scene described your positions, but now somehow you were sitting straddled over his lap, knees digging into the sofa and his hands once again resting on your backside.

Nothing could ruin this moment you thought as your fingers ran through his curls.

Oh how wrong you were.

You thought you were just imagining the sound of the door creaking open, but suddenly realized that you hadn’t when a new male voice spoke up.

“Woah, hey there you two,” Harry joked, causing you to whip your head around and stare at him like a deer in the headlights.

“Harry! It’s not what it looks like, I swear!” You immediately exclaimed.

Nice one, y/n. Like you aren’t just straight up making out with his brother??

“Righttttt. So anyways I just came to let you know that lunch is ready and also you guys have been in here for like an hour but feel free to finish up whatever... this is,” he trailed gesturing vaguely at you two before turning around and shutting the door behind himself.

You turned back to Tom, whose face was red as a tomato (and yours probably was too), then in record time separated yourself from his lap, heart pounding like never before.

“Sooo... lunch?” He asked awkwardly.

“Definitely. Definitely lunch.”

You were lounging on a chaise near the pool, sunglasses covering your closed eyes as you soaked in the sun. The boys were messing around in the pool and you couldn’t help but think about what happened before lunch every time Tom spoke.

“Hey y/n!” he called.

“Hmm?” you hummed, not bothering to look up.

“Why don’t you join us? We want to do a chicken fight and I need a partner.”

“Depends. How warm is the water?” you ask, still unmoving.

“Like 30 degrees! It’s so nice.”

“That’s below freezing in Fahrenheit. Not very appealing to me.”

“Alright that’s like, what, 85 f? It feels reeaaaally good, babe.”

You couldn’t help but smile when he called you babe. It wasn’t the first time he had, and he actually did it to a lot of people, but it still felt nice.

“Alright fine,” you sighed dramatically as you stood up, removed your sunglasses, and dove in.

An hour or so later, more members of the cast had come over and you decided to join Zendaya under the porch, both of you watching the new team of Jacob and Tom chicken fighting Harry and Harrison while Tony, Remy, and Angourie looked on from nearby.

“So I heard that Harry saw something going on earlier. Anything you wanna tell me?” Z mentioned slyly, lowering her sunglasses to eye you.

You groaned and placed your head in your hands.

“Is he really gonna tell everyone?” You managed to ask, wanting to crawl in a hole and hide forever.

Zendaya had been the first person to confront you about your crush on Tom about two weeks after filming began. She had told you that most of the people on set had a suspicion but were afraid to ask, so ever since then you often confided in her for advice or just to spill tea.

Finally, you sat up and quietly told her what happened, her trying to hype you up occasionally while you instead tried to shush her as not to draw the boys’ attention.

That night, after pizza and drinks with everyone, you prepared to go home, grabbing your bag, keys, and script. You called out a goodbye to everyone still there and waved, heading to the door.

Tom jumped up and followed you.

“Hey, y/n!” you turned around at his voice and could see everyone elbowing each other and whispering in the beackground. He led you out the door and shut it behind him.

“I just wanted to make sure you were alright after today and say I’m sorry if I ever took things too far,” he confessed. Your heart swelled at how sweet and considerate he was.

“Honestly Tom, I could say the same. I’m was afraid you think I’m crazy or something,” you joked, causing a chuckle from both of you and him to shake his head.

“I could never. You already know how crazy I am, and I think I’ve already seen some of your wild side too,” he shot back.

You both said your goodbyes and went in for a hug. It lasted a few seconds longer than normal, and when you pulled away, he looked down at his feet. Even then, he still waited on the porch for you to get in your car and waved as you pulled away, making sure you got out safe.

It was 5 am Monday morning and you weren’t ready to head to set.

Your Sunday had been pretty standard, reading over lines in the morning and hanging out with some of your cast mates that afternoon. Once night fell, though, you found it difficult to sleep in fear of the kiss scene.

Yours and Tom’s Saturday afternoon kept replaying in your head like a Twitter gif until you finally succumbed to exhaustion, dreaming still about a certain celebrity, so you weren’t exactly well rested upon waking.

Once arriving to your trailer at Pinewood Atlanta, you dropped off your things and headed straight to hair and makeup. The scene would be set at night as your character prepared to go to bed, so only a light coating of natural foundation and clear mascara adorned your face and your hair was tied back in two french braids.

You were glad that your makeup was so quick today, but you also didn’t want to leave as dread filled your stomach about the scene.

It was one thing to make out with Tom Holland in the privacy of his own home, but another to plant one on him in front of the cast, crew, and cameras.

You headed to wardrobe, where you got dressed into comfortable black leggings and an oversized midtown sweatshirt.

You were walking out when Jon, looking down at his phone in hand, almost ran into you, stopping you in your tracks.

“Oh, hey, y/n! Just the person I was looking for. I just wanted to see how you were feeling about this whole kissing scene. Are you ready?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be, I guess,” you laughed, “but really, Tom and I worked through it Saturday so I think it’ll be alright.”

“Right, yeah I heard about that. Harry said you guys were pretty... thorough about the scene. Well anyways, we’ll call you and Tom to set in a little bit. He’s getting in the suit right now. See you later!” Jon walked off, going back to his business on his phone.

You, on the other hand, were frozen in place, mortified. Why did Harry have the need to tell everyone that he caught you locking lips with his brother? It was just research, after all, nothing serious, you tried to convince yourself again.

You of course shouldn’t have been surprised. Leave it to a Holland brother to keep his mouth shut...

You walked onto the bedroom set, where Tom was already present with his back to you, getting some last minute translucent powder over his t-zone.

His ass and thighs looked exceptionally good in the suit today, the tight material hugging his muscular body nicely.

You felt a little bad that your costume was literally pajamas and Tom’s was spandex, but hey, you weren’t necessarily complaining.

You took a deep breath, trying to shake off any “intrusive” thoughts, considering the high you were still riding from Saturday and your nervousness for the shoot.

When Tom turned around and his eyes met yours, his face lit up.

“Hey, darling. Good morning. How are you? Are you ready?” he immediately began, his chipper voice surprising you considering how early it still was. You both went in for a hug.

“Good morning to you, too. And I think so, considering how well we prepared the other day,” you joked quietly into his shoulder.

You both pulled away and he had his eyebrows raised in response to your smirk.

He was about to rebut when Jon made his way over, putting one hand on each of your shoulders.

“Alright you two. I know you worked things out over the weekend, but you guys are gonna have to hold back a little bit, this may be an intense scene, but not that kind,” he chastised, a hint of mischief in his voice.

Jon was eyeing both of you, and you and Tom both looked to find each other blushing like mad.

With that as confirmation, Jon clapped his hands together and yelled out for the production team to get in their positions so you could camera test and eventually shoot the scene.

With everything planned out, you both got into character and found yourself in place to begin.

The AC held a clap board in front of the camera, waiting for the all clear to begin your take.

“Alright, action,” Jon called over the microphone.

You walked across the room, stopping in your footsteps.

“Peter...” you trailed in surprise.

He pulled off the mask and shook his head, motioning for you to wait and allow him to speak.

He began apologizing, trying to convince your character to give him a second chance and even try to be friends.

Then he started talking about his parents and uncle Ben, causing your face to fall over time as realization that both characters had experienced extreme loss in different ways, his much worse than yours.

Both of you eventually sat on the side of the bed closely and looked at each other, a sad expression glazing your features. You looked down in thought.

“Are you okay?” Peter asked tentatively.

An overwhelming urge took you over and your lips crashed into his. You had squeezed your eyes shut and put a hand on his shoulder. Peter stiffened like a board, but then kissed back.

Suddenly, you pulled back, eyes wide open.

“Oh my God. You’re with MJ. I just kissed a taken man. Peter, you just kissed me back!”

Panic overcame your voice.��

“You have to leave, now!” you exclaimed in your alarmed state.

“Wait, we can talk about this, it wasn’t what you think!”

“Peter, I can’t do this to your girlfriend. She doesn’t deserve this. You need to go, and you should probably give her a heads up about what happened. But please,” your voice was desperate now, “make sure she knows it’s my fault. Make her hate me, not you.”

Parallel to the last scene, Peter went back to your open window, ready to mask up and swing out.

“Cut!” Jon called out again, then asked you to stay in your positions while he came down.

“Guys that was great!” he began upon getting closer. He then gave you both a few notes, explaining that you would need to do the shot a few more times at least to get it really solid.

After every take, both you (and hopefully Tom) became more comfortable kissing in front of the crew. It took another twenty or so takes with different motivations and movements and angles before Jon called it done.

Both of you suspected that he and everyone else really just wanted you to kiss more, but no one would mention it out loud.

With the scene finished, everyone prepared to film other parts of the movie where Peter would have his mask off and you got to have a few breaks, watching from afar with Harry, Harrison, and some of the other assistants.

Harry leaned over at some point during the afternoon.

“You two really tamed it down, huh?” he whispered. You gave him a backhanded hit to the bicep.

“Oh shut up. We were acting, that’s all.”

He raised a suspicious eyebrow and leaned in again.

“Tell that to the video Harrison got of you two in the study. He may or may not have set up a camera in the bookcase,” he suggested, glancing over to Tom’s oblivious best friend.

You gasped and straightened up.

“I’ll kill him,” you too looked to Haz, then Harry again, “but after he shows me the footage.”

A long filming day had once again commenced, and you were packing up your bag to head home when a knock was heard on the door of your trailer.

The distinct rapping pattern alerted you that it was Tom and you opened it up to see him looking down at his phone.

“Hey, y/n. Ready to walk to the parking lot?” he asked holding out his hand to help you down the steps.

For a while now, Tom or one of his “assistants” would usually walk with you to your car for safety purposes, especially if it was dark out.

As you both strolled through the darkness, you couldn’t help but notice the slower pace you both took on, trailing quite a few yards behind Harry and Haz, both of whom laughing at who knew what while going to Tom’s vehicle.

“So I think today went well,” you brought up, not sure where it would go.

“Yeah it was fun. I do have to say, however, that Saturday was a bit more enjoyable than this morning,” he implied, eyeing you.

“Oh yeah? I’d agree, but I hear that your best friend happened to catch it all on video.”

He huffed and rolled his eyes.

“That voyeur, always ruining the moment. Maybe we oughta try it again sometime, without the threat of others watching,” Tom suggested, surprising you.

You decided to get bold.

“You’re not even gonna take me out first? The nerve of some people,” you jokingly scoffed, gazing away from Tom at the cars highlighted in moonlight.

“Okay,” he replied, mimicking the way you had looked away when you turned back to face him. There was a faint smile on his lips.

“What?”

“I said okay. Let’s go on a date.”

You stopped in your tracks and fully turned towards him and he followed suit.

“You don’t mean that do you? Like, you actually would take me on a date?”

“If it meant that I could kiss you one more time I would take you on a million dates,” he replied sincerely.

You couldn’t help the way your jaw dropped in surprise. Both of you stood silently staring at one another, unsure of what to say.

Suddenly, you burst into giggles and he did too.

“That was so cheesy!” you exclaimed between laughs, both of you doubled over, and he nodded in agreement.

After calming down you gave him a toothy grin.

“The answer is yes, by the way.”

“Really?” he asked incredulously.

You began walking again, your car just in sight.

“Of course. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’ve had a huge crush on you since before we even met,” you confessed. You stopped again, just behind your car bumper.

“Coulda fooled me. I thought I was the one being obvious. I have been attracted to you since the first time we met, and my feelings have only grown since knowing you.”

You couldn’t help the butterflies erupting in your stomach and your widening smile as you looked up into his eyes.

“You know, I think I could make one exception right now, as long as you’re willing to make it up later?” you proposed, your eyes looking to the moon and stars now as you awaited his reply.

“I think that’s a debt I can handle,” he responded, snaking a hand around your waist and the other up under your chin again.

He closed the gap between you both and you smiled against his lips, eyes closing in euphoria.

You could’ve probably stayed there forever, but the hoots and hollers of the other two British boys just across the aisle made you both pull away.

You looked towards the voices to find Harry and Harrison sticking out of the sunroof of Tom’s Audi A8, where they were still cheering and Harrison was holding up his phone to film.

Both you and Tom couldn’t help but laugh at the once again unfortunate circumstance as he threw an arm over your shoulder to pull you close and you put one hand on his chest next to where you rested your head.

Maybe you two were destined to be seen every time you smooched, but hey, at least you were the one kissing Tom Holland.

A/N: yo this took way too long to write. Mostly bc I’m still in the process of writing starstruck and I always get stuck deciding on which piece to work on every night but alas! It is done! I’m proud of this one. I know it’s long, but I think it’s worth it ya know? Hope you all enjoyed! XO love y’all :)

#one kiss is all it takes #tom holland #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland imagine #tom holland x reader #marvel #harrison osterfield #Harry Holland #tom holland x y/n #tom holland x you #sm:ffh #spider-man #spiderman #spider man #Spider Man: Homecoming #tom holland spider man #spider-man far from home #tom holland oneshot

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✧˚₊‧𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 - 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐓𝐰𝐨. ✧˚₊‧

𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐈 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐈𝐬 𝐘𝐨𝐮 || 𝐊𝐢𝐦 𝐓𝐚𝐞𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠

𝚃𝚊𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚍 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞... 𝙼𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚎𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗?

Pairing: Taehyung x reader

Word count: 4K

Warnings: Smallest angst, if you squint. Straight up fluff.

Song: All I Want For Christmas Is You by Mariah Carey ✧˚₊‧

Working at BigHit had been your dream job, landing a position as a stylist for all the groups when you were at home, but for BTS alone when they were touring. You were one of the lucky few stylists who got to travel with the boys, spending all your time with them and making sure they were ready for stage performances and tv appearances.

You couldn't lie, it was a little overwhelming at times. You'd travel so far in such a short space of time that you often didn't know what week you were in, let alone what country. The days seemed to flow into each other like the current of water rapids changing speed from one part of a river to another. It was so fast paced, so constant that the only concept of time you had came from the change in seasons.

But travelling all over the world through different climates disoriented that too, from time to time.

However, landing back on Korean soil you knew exactly what time of year it was. The chill in the air stung your face as you followed the rest of your entourage to the waiting cars and minibuses. You snuggled your cheeks down into the thick wool scarf you had draped around your neck, shoving your hands into your coat pockets with little hand warmers inside.

The airport had been draped in twinkling lights and lined with gloriously decorated trees, signalling the festive season to you; your favourite.

You waited patiently in one of the cars for the rest of your entourage to join you - other stylists, some dancers, camera guys etc. - and for the photographers to finish snapping their pictures of BTS before the mass of vehicles left together, all heading back into the city. Unfortunately, despite tours and award seasons being completed, you still weren't done for the year.

Your car was following BTS' back to BigHit, getting ready to style them for a photoshoot they were doing for their comeback concept. The jet lag hadn't quite hit you yet, nor had it hit the boys, but give it a few hours and you knew you'd be struggling. But you loved your job so much, it didn't matter. You had a week off after this, one more job to do, and another two weeks over Christmas.

In the studio, you marvelled at the sets that their creative teams had made up for them. You were constantly surprised in this job, always astonished by the beauty of what they could pull out of their hats in next to no time.

"Y/N! Over here!" Manager Sejin called to you, bringing you out of your daydream. You picked up the strap to your kit and headed in his general direction. "You've got the motifs, right? Could you style Taehyung for me today please, Jungkook after. They like how you do their hair," he smiled fondly and you rolled your eyes with a grin forming on your face.

"Of course, sir. I'll get right on it," you chuckled, setting your kit down at the dressing table and pulling out the motifs you had been given weeks ago. They gave you a good idea of the kind of looks you thought would work for each member, and now you got to practise them on Taehyung and Jungkook.

"Noonaaaa!" Jungkook called to you, jogging up behind you with a bright smile and chucking an arm around your shoulder. He liked to call everyone noona. You had often wondered if age mattered to Jungkook; every female he was around that worked for BigHit was a noona to him, and it was simply adorable.

"Hey you, where's Tae? Been told to fix him first," you said, not looking up at the boy draped around your shoulder but instead fiddling with the contents of your kit and pulling out different eyeshadows to experiment with.

"Of course, takes a lot longer to fix someone like Taehyung. Me? I don't need too much..." he said with mock arrogance. You elbowed him lightly in the abdomen.

"Voted most handsome face in the world by BestPoll three years straight, jackass," Tae mumbled in return, seemingly popping up out of nowhere. Your head snapped up immediately to look at the barefaced man in front of you, still somehow the most elegantly beautiful man you'd ever laid eyes on. "Hey y/n-ssi," he smiled sweetly, shyness overcoming him. He had always appeared shy to you, but the rest of the crew always said otherwise. You figured they didn't know him as well as you.

"Tae! Just the man I was looking for!" you cheered.

"Y-you were?" his chin dropped and his permed hair fell in his face, eyes looking up at you through the ringlets.

"Yeah, gotta do your make up. In the chair!" you snapped your fingers to the chair in front of the lit mirror, and he sat down immediately. "So we're going dark for this comeback, huh?" you started the conversation, trying to drag a conversation out of him but today, his shyness was more apparent than usual.

"Y-yeah, the concept is kinda dark... but there's a lighter side coming after!" he smiled at your reflection through the mirror.

"I like that, shows your fans that light will prevail through the dark times," you smiled to yourself as you placed a headband on Tae's forehead, pulling his hair back and exposing his face to you.

"Exactly," he nodded.

"Noona, what are you doing for Christmas this year?" Jungkook changed the subject, sat on the edge of the dressing table watching as you worked on Tae.

"Not a whole lot, really. My parents are on vacation so there's no family to spend it with. Maybe I'll call some of my friends, see what they're up to," you chatted absentmindedly as you massaged a moisturising primer into Tae's skin.

"That sucks... Tae's not going home for Christmas either this year. Not sure Yoongi-hyung is either," Jungkook spilled. "Maybe you could all hang out!"

"We'll see..." you smiled awkwardly. If Jungkook had any idea that you would jump at the chance to spend Christmas with Taehyung, he'd never shut up about it. And the last thing you wanted was to make Tae any more uncomfortable than he seemed around you anyway. But truth be told, you had the biggest crush on him.

You were fully aware of how unprofessional it was that you had a crush on your client. You knew you would never act on such a silly playground infatuation, but it didn't stop you from pathetically creating excuses to be around him, or to sit next to him or to talk to him. Being close friends with all the boys it was easy enough to do, despite how ridiculous you felt.

"Are you doing anything to celebrate before though? Christmas parties, or..?" Jungkook just wouldn't let up, would he? You didn't mind his chatter though; it kept you focussed enough on your work that you got the job done, but distracted enough from Tae that you didn't seem so obviously in love with him.

"Not that I'm aware of, only the BigHit party that's coming up," you muttered, gently patting Tae's face down with a blending sponge coated in foundation.

You always had to work a little harder to conceal Tae's 5 o'clock shadow; the only member to have such a fast growing and prominent stubble. You loved that about him though, the way you could shave him clean one day and the next have to do the same again, concealing the darkness of it. You didn't have time for a shave today; not with Jungkook's make up to do and outfits to style.

"Oh yeah! The fancy sit down meal and ball; lovely," Jungkook mocked, pulling a snobby face. "Not as much fun as getting wasted and singing bad Christmas karaoke at the top of your lungs!"

You had to agree with him there.

"That's what we're gonna be doing this weekend, anyway..." Jungkook wiggled his eyebrows at Tae, who just laughed and shook his head.

"That sounds like way more fun than a pompous 'winter ball'," you made air quotes with your fingers, sarcastically making fun of the idea of such a fancy affair.

"You like karaoke, noona?"

"So much!" you grinned. "Especially cheesy Christmas songs. The best," you over-exaggerated your tone but the sentiment was there. You really did love karaoke.

"OOOH!" Jungkook hopped up excitedly, jumping from one foot to another, "you should come too! We'd love it, right Tae?" he slapped his shoulder, winking at him.

"Uh yeah, you could come if you want..." he smiled awkwardly as you leaned close to his face, touching up his cheeks with the tiniest amount of blush. Your heart sank a little at his reserved response.

"I don't wanna step on any toes, I'm just your stylist after all..." you said, a touch of sadness in your tone as you prodded Tae with an eyeshadow brush. He clearly didn't want you to join them; something about you made him feel nervous and awkward. He wouldn't want that when he's trying to have fun with his brothers.

Jungkook scowled at Taehyung over your shoulder for his flippant invitation, knowing full well that Tae did in fact want you to join us but was just too damn shy to ask you properly.

"You're more than just our stylist, noona. You're our friend and frankly..." Jungkook stepped up to whisper in your ear, "you're our favourite."

You turned your head to look at him with raised eyebrows.

"Don't tell the other stylists..." he chuckled, pushing a finger to his lips dramatically.

"You're such a goof, Kookie," you laughed.

"Yeah, so? We want you to come. You can let your hair down, have a few drinks and sing terrible Christmas karaoke with us!" he sat back up on the worktop in front of the mirror.

"You should come," Taehyung said, a little more confident than before and offering you a genuine smile that made your knees a little weak.

"Um... Okay sure. Why not?" you shrugged.

"Yesssss," Jungkook punched the air dramatically, and you shook your head at him whilst leaning in to finish Tae's eye make up.

*****

Fixing your hair in the mirror, you started to panic. This was the first time you had ever spent time with the boys when you weren't working or backstage at a concert or a TV set. You knew you were welcome, but Tae's reluctance to invite you had you questioning whether he had a tolerance for you at all.

Maybe he had just been tired from the flights, or something had annoyed him before the shoot? You couldn't really be sure but you had a feeling that it was neither of those things.

The buzzer to your apartment rang out, startling you with an audible "oh!". You hurried to your intercom to answer it.

"It's Hobi!" he cheered excitedly. "Come down, the party bus is waiting!" You chuckled, grabbing your purse and hurried out of the door to the literal party bus the boys had hired, decked out in tinsel and all manner of sparkly Christmas decorations. As you stepped inside you were met by all seven of the boys – who had covered themselves in festive headbands and tinsel too - drinking and laughing whilst singing along to the music under the party lights.

All except for Tae who yes, had a beer in his hand, but was slouched in the corner of the bus with a tinsel boa around his neck averting his gaze from you as you sat opposite him, being pestered by the other maknaes to put on a Santa hat and tinsel.

"What's the plan then?" you asked as Namjoon handed you a glass of red wine. You took a sip as he began explaining.

"We've hired a karaoke room downtown; so, it's just booze and karaoke. Maybe more booze after," he winked with a smirk.

"Good plan," you laughed, taking another sip.

"You've got some catching up to do if you want to keep up with Jimin and Jin though; they're already pretty wasted..." he looked over at the two who were dancing ridiculously against the pole in the middle of the bus. Yes, it was one of those party buses. You laughed as Jin attempted to seduce you with his dancing.

You finished your drink quickly, deciding it was best to get a little liquid confidence in you sooner rather than later with Taehyung giving you side glances every so often and sulking away in the corner.

It took no longer than 20 minutes to get to your destination, all of you wondering in through the back entrance so as not to be recognised or papped. The room was decorated for Christmas too, obnoxiously so, and dizzying lights flashed and pulsed brightly. The screen and microphones were already set up, and bottles of various intoxicating liquids arranged at the minibar in the corner.

"Me first!" sang Jimin, picking up a mic as you headed straight for the bottle of champagne to pour everyone a little float.

"What are you gonna sing, Jimin-ah?" Yoongi asked, scrolling through the song catalogue. Jimin's eyes scanned the list as he went, waiting for one that called out to him.

"Uh... WAIT STOP!" Jimin yelled, "That one, Last Christmas!" Yoongi pressed play and the song began, Jimin singing along dramatically with his champagne in one hand and microphone in the other.

The more you drank, the less aware you became of Taehyung's eyes boring into the back of your head. But they were still there, watching you when your back was turned. You mingled happily with the others, all seemingly giddy with festive excitement and intoxication. You sang a few songs with them even, including Band Aid and a rather hilarious rendition of Baby, It's Cold Outside with Namjoon who – bless him – cannot sing for the life of him.

But Tae just sat, occasionally laughing and joking with some of the boys but never uttering a word to you. Instead, he continued to sip on beer after beer.

This wasn't the Taehyung the boys knew. It wasn't even the Taehyung that you knew. You knew him to be a little more animated than this usually, with a little more life in him. This was unusual and his brothers had noticed too. Only, they knew what was wrong with him...

You stood up to do another song with Yoongi, Namjoon sitting down next to Tae and resting an arm along the back of the leather seats. You lost yourself, engrossed in the cheesy Christmas song and completely ignorant to the conversation behind you.

Namjoon turned to Tae, his brow furrowed. He hadn't drank as much as the others just yet, pacing himself. Seemingly, neither had Tae.

"You can't just sulk like this all night, Tae..." he groaned, sympathy in his voice.

"Why not?" Tae mumbled, never looking up at his hyung. His eyes were still trained on you, dancing like a total moron with Yoongi. The corner of his mouth twitched into a half smile at the display.

"The only person stopping you is you, you know..." Namjoon pointed out. "If you like her, tell her."

"You know I can't do that, hyung..." he sighed, finally turning to face Joon. "I'm terrified. Surely if she was into me she'd have shown some kind of sign by now?"

"Tae, buddy... You're so blind," he chuckled, shaking his head. "You don't notice the way she gets nervous around you? You don't notice the way she finds any excuse to sit with you? And excuse to talk to you?" They had all noticed, apart from Tae himself apparently.

"Sh-she doesn't... Does she?" Tae looked at Namjoon with hopeful eyes. Namjoon nodded as if it were obvious. "Even if I could tell her, I don't think I'd have the guts. Look at her Joon, she's gorgeous and the kind of girl that deserves the best. I don't think I'm in her league at all..."

"You're Kim Taehyung. Yes, you're right; she's beautiful, she's funny, cute, smart. She's talented as a stylist and artist and... well apparently, she can sing too," he gestured his drink towards you, who was singing beautifully despite the silliness of your limbs and hips flying around to the music. "But you know who else is all those things?"

Tae looked at him, bemused. Namjoon rolled his eyes and bopped his nose.

"You, moron! So tell her."

Taehyung thought about it for a minute. Should he? On one hand if you said you liked him too, he'd get everything he'd wanted for the last year. But if you rejected him, he'd be heartbroken. This wasn't a stupid crush to him; he was head over heels. But telling you that was a terrifying prospect.

He mulled over his options for a moment longer.

"Okay, I'll do it," he said, puffing his chest out with mock confidence.

"Thank god, okay when are you gonna do it?" Namjoon asked excitedly.

"Now. Right now," he said. "If I don't do it now lord knows if I ever will..."

"N-now? Oh um okay cool... How?" Tae's head snapped to Namjoon. He hadn't thought about that...

"I-I don't know... I don't wanna ruin the mood, everyone's having a great time and that could be so awkward."

"Well, you could always... Pick a song? Sing to her. You should see the way she looks at you when you sing; it's quite sweet really," Namjoon smiled. Taehyung had never noticed, always too scared to look her way when he was singing no matter where they were.

"Okay..."

The song drew to a close as you and Yoongi wailed to each other dramatically, laughing as it finished.

"We need to hang out more, you're fucking funny," Yoongi laughed, clutching his stomach and taking another long drink of the beer in his hand. You pushed his shoulder with a laugh, taking a seat next to Namjoon.

"He's right. That was... quite something," Namjoon chuckled. "Tae's next!" he called, giving the younger absolutely no time to think. He stared at Namjoon with wide eyes, cursing him for pushing this. But he knew he had to eventually...

"Finally! Been sat there like a grumpy old man all night," Hobi teased, coming over to prod his cheeks.

"Shut up," Tae fought the smile off his face, pushing his hyung out of the way. You passed the microphone to him and he took it from you, barely looking you in the eye. But when he did, he saw the softness in them, the smile on your beautiful lips and it flooded his chest with warmth. You reminded him exactly why he wanted to do this in the first place.

He scrolled through the songs, trying to pick one that would be perfect for the moment. Something fun, but adorable. Something that would just tell you he wanted you if he sang it the right way.

You settled back into the leather seats, crossing your legs and picking up your abandoned glass of wine. Tae settled on a song as everyone waited, feeling a weird tension in the air. He stood with his back to you, terrified to look back.

"I... don't want a lot for Christmas...." He started, his voice smooth like velvet. You always loved his voice, always mesmerised by it; so deep and so melodic. You loved the way he spoke, the way he said your name...

"There is just one thing I need... I don't care about the presents underneath the Christmas tree," he turned around then, slightly. His eyes fell on you, smiling at him with so much admiration. Was this the look Namjoon had told him about?

"I just want you for my own," he focussed on you, meaning the words he was singing as if he had written them himself. "More than you could ever know..."

Your heart pounded in your chest, your smile faltering and fading as your mind raced. Was he... Was he singing to you right now? Why was he looking at you like that?

"Make my wish come true. All I want for Christmas... is...." His voice followed the same beautiful melody of Mariah's original, hitting notes you were fully aware he was capable of.

"You..." his face visibly softened, his eyebrows raising a little suggesting that maybe, just maybe, he was singing to you.

The jingle bells kicked in, the tempo of the song changing with them. The rest of the boys immediately stood up and started dancing around like nutters, pairing themselves up to spin around like loved up couples while you sat bewildered, unable to take your gaze off Tae.

His lips curled into a smile, exposing his teeth and squinting his eyes as he was filled with that ridiculous giddy feeling of being completely head over heels. He continued to sing, letting himself have a little more fun with it as the other boys harmonized and wiggled their hips, encouraging Tae.

But his attention was never diverted from you for long, always settling back to you and singing the words to you.

Namjoon saw you sat there looking shocked and pulled your wrists to stand you up, dragging you into the centre with Tae just as he was singing the lyric "won't you please bring my baby to me" and leaving you in front of him as he started the last verse.

"I don't want a lot for Christmas, this is all I'm asking for. I just wanna see my baby, standing right outside my door," he picked up your hand with his free one, holding it up to his chest against his heart. You could feel it beating, thumping with adrenaline as he so obviously sang those words to you.

"I just want you for my own, more than you could ever know. Make my wish come true... baby, all I want for Christmas, is..."

"YOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!" the boys yelled, all of them pointing at you dramatically and hitting notes you were sure only dogs could hear. And if they did, they'd howl in agony at them.

You laughed at them, a flush covering your cheeks in a pretty pink haze as Tae smiled so brightly at you, biting his lip. The music continued, Mariah's adlibs exaggerated by Namjoon and Yoongi in particular.

Tae stepped towards you as the rest of the song played out, minimising the space between you and wrapping his arm around your waist, looking down into your eyes. He still had a hold of your hand, placed on his chest as he drew you closer.

"Tae, I..." you stuttered, unsure what to say. You completely forgot about the others in the room, dancing and singing like lunatics. Right now, it was just you and Taehyung.

"It's true, you know... Just want you this Christmas," he grinned, his voice shaking a little. "Can I have you?" he asked, raising his eyebrows. His gaze flickered between your eyes and your lips, yours following.

You nodded, unable to speak. You were in far too much shock as butterflies flew around in your stomach, feeling like they were hitting all your major organs as they did.

Tae's grin grew, his cheeks forcing his eyes to squint and his teeth glinting in that boxy little smile you loved so much. And then he leaned forward, pressing his lips so yours to delicately at first. He tested the waters, holding you so tight against him as the world seemed to stop spinning beneath your feet.

Your lips fit together so perfectly, like they were meant to connect all this time. His felt so smooth against yours, shifting to work with you as he pushed a little harder.

You hadn't realised immediately, but the other boys were screeching, wailing at the top of their lungs and throwing tinsel and Santa's hats around the room in celebration as they all watched you kiss with such excitement.

Tae pulled away from you, pressing his forehead to yours as you both giggled like kids. The music had drawn to a close and Jin was already choosing his next song; Elton John's 'Step Into Christmas'. He'd thrown on some comically large sunglasses and snatched the microphone out of Tae's hand that was still wrapped tightly around your waist.

Tae started to dance to the upbeat intro, with the rest of his brothers. He pulled you with him, guiding you by your waist and spinning you, throwing you around and laughing like he should have been all night.

This was the Taehyung you wanted to see. The Taehyung you had got to know alongside his best friends.

The Taehyung you had fallen for since the first day you met him.

And now you knew; he loved you too.

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Drew Ray Tanner: Love in a Photograph (Part 2)

Requested: THE DREW fic omg omg omg omg omg omg could you Maybe do a part two maybe with Drew’s motorcycle like he picks her up and she’s afraid to ride it (maybe anxious do to her weight) or not idk or anything you have inspo for but maybe some anxiousness drew puts aside

part 1

Last Friday, if you’d asked Drew what his favourite day of the week was he would have said he didn’t really have one. That all days of the week just feel the same, well apart from Monday. Monday’s were the worst. However if you asked him right at the minute, he’d say Saturday.

Saturday was forever going to be his favourite day, especially if he got to spend it with you. And, today he finally was. He had been planning all week, thinking about all the ways he was going to make it perfect, just so he could make up for how awkward he had been the first day he met you (and every time you’d been on set together).

He was checking he had everything (camera included, he didn’t need to make that mistake again), when his phone rang and he pulled it out of his pocket, answering it without even looking. “Hey.” It was you and a soft smile appeared on his lips as he thought about you. “I’m really sorry.” You continued and his face fell.

“Is everything okay?” He asked, worry taking over his tone.

“I’m super sorry to do this but my car has broken down. I know we were supposed to meet up today but I have no other way to get there.” You explained and he sighed. Okay, how can he fix this? Wait, were you trying to get out of this date?

“It’s fine!” He replied forcing a cheery tone in his voice and you looked at your phone confused.

“Are you sure? I know how it sounds, like I’m trying to get out of the date. But I’m really not. I’ve been looking forward to it all week. I literally just got in my car and it broke.” You continued to ramble and he started to feel better. Okay, you weren’t trying to back out of it.

“I’m sure.” He chuckled at your rambling and you let out a sigh of relief. “I can pick you up if you want? Instead of meeting at the park we can just go there together.” He suggested and you smiled softly.

“Yeah.” You nodded. “I’ll text you my address.”

“Cool.” He said as casually as possible. However his stomach was doing backflips at the thought of spending more time with you and his head was dizzy with just the thought of this was actually happening. He was actually going on a date with you.

“See you soon.” You replied. “Hurry up.” You teased.

“You too.” He replied before cursing quietly. You just giggled softly and hung up. How did you have this affect on him. Oh yeah, it’s because you’re perfect.

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You’d decided to just sit on the curb outside you house instead of going back in to come back out. You didn’t know what car Drew drove so you were just kind of looking around the street, squinting at each car that passed to see if any of the drivers were Drew. However, what you weren’t expecting, was a motorbike.

“Drew?” You said confused once he’d gotten off. He was stood in front of you, a bright smile on his face and messy hair from his helmet. He looked cute, really cute, however you couldn’t shake the anxious feeling in the pit of your stomach. As much as you wanted to admire him (just like you did when you first met), you couldn’t do it.

“How’d you know?” He laughed and you forced a smile. This was not good. Maybe you should have just used your car, maybe pushed it all the there and back. Or you could have just gotten a taxi or uber or something.

“Haha, yeah.” You laughed nervously and the two of you stood in silence for a few seconds. Drew was playing with his helmet and you were playing with the strap of your camera bag.

“If you’re anxious about me ‘getting it out’, just know that was a slip of the tongue and I didn’t mean it like that.” He rushed anxiously and you laughed.

“Yeah, I know Drew. I was there for all of that.” You replied.

“Oh yeah.” He scratched the back of his neck anxiously. “It’s just Jordan and the rest of them have been giving me a hard time all week about it.”

“Hard time?” You raised an eyebrow and he sighed.

“Yeahhhh.” He shook his head and you could see his soul leaving his body. “I didn’t mean it like that.” He said flatly and you laughed softly, a small blush appearing on his cheeks.

“I, err. I wasn’t expecting a bike.” You changed the subject.

“Oh yeah. I was gonna bring my car but I just thought cos its such a nice day, we could go on this instead.” He explained, a smile took over his face while he talked about the bike and you couldn’t help feel bad, especially when he looked at you and the smile disappeared. “Is that okay?”

“It’s just, I kind of have all this equipment and I err, I don’t think it’s gonna fit on the back of a bike.” You explained and hugged your arms to your body. He looked between you, the bike and the stuff you were carrying before going back to you.

“Well really don’t you just need your camera and batteries. I know I’m not a genius but it’s not like it’s a big fancy photoshoot. We’re just walking round the city.”

“Well, yeah, but.” You stuttered and he looked at you confused. “That’s not the point.” You shook your head and looked at the ground.

“Hey.” He said softly. “Are you okay?” He asked, hooking his finger under your chin and pulling softly.

“I’m anxious.” You mumbled, refusing to make eye contact.

“What about?” He asked confused and you looked at the floor.

“Well, if you haven’t noticed, I’m not exactly ‘normal sized’, I don’t want to break your bike or make it tip or anything.” You said quickly. “I wasn’t meant to tell you that.” You said mortified.

“Y/n.” He said softly, but you continued to stare a hole into the road. “Y/n.” He said a little louder and you raised your head a little. His hands cupped your cheeks gently, so you had no choice to look at him. You were expecting him to laugh, or to look at you like you were stupid. However, you didn’t get that, what you were greeted with was a very concerned but reassuring look.

“You’re not gonna break or tip the bike. I promise.” He told you. “Do you know how much weight these things can take. Especially this one. It could take so much more than you and me. Okay?”

“Are you sure because there is a lot of-”

“I’m very sure. And before you go any further, I like all of you. Even the bits you don’t like.”

“We barely know each other.” You rolled your eyes.

“Yeah I know.” He nodded. “But I know what I like. I like bikes, photography, my job, my friends, my family and you.” He said matter-of-factly and you giggled softly. “Like I said, you don’t really need all of that, plus I have my own camera and batteries. They’re in there.” He pointed to the back box and you nodded.

“Will my camera fit in there too?” You asked unsure.

“Yeahhhh.” He drawled out. “But just in case, do you have a backpack?”

“Yeah.” You laughed. “I’ll be two minutes.”

“Thats a lifetime.” He replied with a smile.

“I feel sorry for all your ex-girlfriends then.” You said as you walked away. He watched you with a look of bewilderment before he realized what he said.

“Shit! No, I didn’t mean like that.”

“Sure you didn’t.” You glanced over your shoulder.

“I didn’t!” He argued. “Dammit.” He muttered and he could hear you laughing while you walked into the house. As the front door closed behind you, Drew’s phone buzzed and he pulled it out of his pocket.

‘have you got it out yet?’ Jordan had text him and he rolled his eyes.

‘no.’ He text back.

‘good. save that for the second date.’ He replied almost instantly and he rolled his eyes even harder.

“Got it!” You waved the backpack in the air, before locking the door again and jogging slightly to where he was stood. “Who ya texting?” You asked and leaned over his shoulder.

“No one.” He mumbled and shoved his phone back in his pocket.

“Is it one of your ex’s? Are you apologizing.” You teased making him blush. He looked cute blushing, you wanted to see more of it.

“You’re so funny.” He said sarcastically and you snickered. “Are you ready?” He asked and you looked at the bike uneasy. He noticed this almost instantly and quickly started talking again. “We don’t need to go. Not if you don’t want to.” He reassured, placing a hand on your upper arm and you nodded. “We can just go into a dark room instead...see what develops.” He winked making you snort with laughter. “You’re cute.” He said casually when he noticed the blush take over your features.

“Did you actually just say that?”

“What? That you’re cute? Yeah. I can say it again if you want.” He replied, a cheeky grin on his face and you looked at him surprised.

“Tanner, I’m shocked.”

“What!?” He asked panicked before trying to regain his composure. “What by?”

“How smooth you’re being.”

“I-I, err. I-” He stuttered and you looked at him expectantly.

“You okay?” You teased and he glared playfully at you. “Do you wanna go?” You asked.

“Yeah.” He nodded. “Your carriage awaits.” He said dramatically and helped you onto the bike. “You ready?” He asked after he got on.

“As ready as I’ll ever be.” You replied nervously and wrapped your arms around him.

Yeah, Saturday was definitely the best day of the week.

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