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Foyer Mudroom (Atlanta)

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Foyer in Miami

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Atlanta Family Room Open

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Chilli Pepper Vibe

Genre: mingi x afab!reader, smut w a little fluff but a LOT of plot

Length: 5.5k

Summary: You go abroad with your friends and are blessed to run into Ateez at your hotel.

NSFW warnings under cut

Warnings: oral sex female receiving, oral sex male receiving, fingering, alcohol consumption, unprotected sex (WRAP IT UP), not pulling out, use of slut, use of baby girl, there's a LOT of plot sorry this is kinda fluffy also at the end

Idk how NDAs work and idk how to end it sorry!!!!!

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Girls trips hit different when you’re all gainfully employed. Seulgi had just made partner at Bae & Kang law firm. Joy was recently promoted to Zone Manager of her company, with a hefty bonus to boot. And you? You finally finished residency and were officially able to practice medicine on your own. Despite the three of you being in your mid 20s, you had all continued to push each other and you all achieved great things.

Thusly, girls trip. 

Seulgi, being type A, organized the entire trip from start to finish. To her, vacation starts the moment you step out of your front door. She arranged an Uber Black to take the three of you to the airport, got you all first class tickets, and arranged a very expensive penthouse for the three of you to stay in. She wouldn’t even tell you where exactly you’d be going, just to “bring your sexiest party clothes, a few swimsuits, and your passports”. 

“Our final plane before we land at our destination will be at gate, ummm,” Seulgi paused to check her airline app to see where the three of you would be waiting for the next hour. “Ah, gate A57”. You and Joy eyed the terminal signs as you walked towards A57, passing “Los Angeles, California”, “Seattle, Washington” “Atlanta, Georgia” and then “Moscow, Russia”, “Beijing, China”, and “Seoul, South Korea.” A57 came into view and underneath, in bright orange pixels, read “Tokyo, Japan”. Your jaw dropped open and Joy began to squeal. “No way, no way, no way. Seulgi. You did NOT get us tickets to Waterbomb.” Joy jumped up and down, neck pillow flopping against her back. Seulgi shrugged her shoulders and attempted to fight a smile, but Joy squealed again and grabbed her into a huge bear hug, causing a grin to explode onto Seulgi’s face. “I LOVE YOU SO MUCH RIGHT NOW YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW!” Joy’s scream was muffled as her tight hug squashed her mouth into Seulgi’s shoulder.

“Umm..hold on…what’s Waterbomb?” You asked, giggling slightly at your friend’s antics. At this, Joy and Seulgi stopped hugging to stare at you like you’d grown an extra head out of your shoulders. “Ew I forgot she’s only a casual KPOP girl.” Joy rolled her eyes as she plopped down in one of the chairs at the gate and kicked her feet up onto her suitcase. Seulgi took the time to explain the massive festival, the amazing kpop acts, and the water guns to you and by the time your boarding zone was called, you were stoked about getting to go. 

The flight to Tokyo was long and uneventful, the ride to the hotel was short and sweet, and the check in process was smooth. The three of you were staying at a 5 star hotel famous for waiting on their guests hand and foot. The elevator up to the penthouse was smooth and when you stepped into the hall, you were shocked to find only two massive open areas on either side of the elevator. “The other side is the other penthouse. We have this entire half of the floor to ourselves. That’s how big this place is.” Seulgi explained. As if your jaws couldn’t drop enough, Seulgi scanned her thumb print and the door to your vacation palace unlocked with a quiet click. “They don’t have my thumb print, right? I didn’t authorize them to have that information!” Joy joked. You couldn’t even think of the logistics as you stepped into what could only be described as luxury beyond your wildest dreams. Marble floors, brilliant chandeliers, gold plated silverware (goldware?) 200 inch large screen TV with surround sound speakers, full bar, and floor to ceiling windows overlooking the city of Tokyo. The balcony was a walk around that you could access from the living area or any of the bedrooms and had a hot tub, a small infinity pool, and another outdoor bar. Each of the three bedrooms had a king sized bed that you actually had to walk up two steps to get into and a full bathroom attached. The bathrooms had clawfoot tubs made of more gold, massive showers, and a towel warmer. Despite having handed over your credit cards to Seulgi so she could split the price of everything equally between the three of you, you had no idea the measly 4 digit price you paid could amount to such elegance. 

The long travels and time change hit the three of you hard, so after gawking at the amenities the penthouse provided a little longer, the three of you washed up and hit the sack, hard. So hard, you didn’t wake up until almost 3pm the next day. Luckily, traveling queen Seulgi had accounted for this and had allotted two rest days into the rigorous itinerary, delivering every meal up to the room by room service to be had on the balcony or on the edge of the pool. 

“I wonder who’s on the opposite side of the hall from us in the other penthouse” Joy questioned between massive bites of her meal. She was standing in the pool with her upper half lounging on the poolside.

“Probably some big shot oil tycoon and his 3 wives,” you joked, nursing an afternoon mimosa. Joy giggled and downed another bite of her meal. For being so thin, she had one hell of an appetite.

“Actually,” Seulgi started with a smile. “I booked this hotel because it’s usually one of the ones idols stay at since it’s super close to the festival area and the hotel is known for its discretion. I bet it's a kpop group.” Joy dropped a grape into the pool, mouth agape, body frozen as she stared at Seulgi. You watched the grape bob away towards the other side of the pool. Joy still hadn’t moved or spoken when you turned back.

“Joy? Babe? You alright?” You gave her shoulder a light shake. 

Joy took a deep breath before shouting, “A KPOP GROUP!? YOU’RE TELLING ME STRAY KIDS COULD BE RIGHT NEXT DOOR? OR EXO? OR-” Joy jumped out of the pool at this point. “We gotta go over there and find out who it is!”

“No! What are we gonna do just knock on the door and see who answers? It could be a girl group too, you know.” Seulgi stated.

Joy jumped again, “TWICE!?” Joy feigned fainting, “catch me Nayeon!” You all three laughed and Joy jumped back into the pool. “We should get some drinks and just have a party tonight. A light party, so we can go explore tomorrow, but a party nonetheless.” Joy suggested. 

“Hell yeah we’ve relaxed enough. It’s time to get fucked up.” You agreed. 

“I know a place we can get some good stuff for cheap. We spent an arm and a leg on this trip. I'm not paying the big bucks for alcohol.” Seulgi stated, cleaning up the plates (as is her duty as the resident mom of the trip). “Let’s head there now so we can be back before dinner and get some food in our system before we get trashed.” 

You and Joy did as you were told and obediently threw on a swim suit cover-up to travel to the store. 2 bottles of champagne and a box of soju later, the three of you returned and got dressed for dinner. After your bellies were full, the three of you put on your “party pajamas" (short shorts, crop tops, and fuzzy socks) and got the snacks and drinks ready on the living room table. 

“Shit we need ice for the champagne don’t we. I’ll go grab some from the ice machine down the hall. We’re gonna need more than the refrigerator has at the moment.” You grabbed the empty champagne bucket and headed to the room where the ice machine was located. Well, where you thought it was located. The ice machine room was empty and you pouted while thinking about where you could get ice. You walked back to the room, but before you went back in and admitted defeat to your friends, you saw the doors to the staircase and thought you might as well try one floor down. Entering onto the floor below you headed back to the area where the ice machine could be, but stopped when you saw two figures standing in the open area after the penthouse suite door. Though the lighting was dim (a 5 star hotel can’t light their hallways?) you could see a third figure gesturing, and then backing up and pointing their phone towards the first two as if they were recording. You slowly walked closer when you heard “Ok, shi-jak* [A/N: begin].” T-Pain’s “Booty Wurk played and the two figures started dancing. The moves were executed flawlessly until one of the figures in a black cap made an imperceptible (to you) mistake. Groans from the other two were heard and the taller male in the front, in a gray cap, turned to playfully shake at the other. You took this as your chance to pass through. “You guys are really good at dancing,” you started as all three boys jumped, startled at your sudden appearance. You passed by them, but not before taking in just how beautiful they all three were. “Oh, thank you.” The one in the gray cap nodded to you. You headed to the ice machine, but subconsciously felt like someone was watching, so you took a quick peek over your shoulder to see all three men watching you. Dipping quickly into the ice room, you put your hand over your heart and felt it flutter. 

Woah. Were they checking me out? You thought to yourself as you pressed the bucket under the ice machine. The clanking and crunching of the machine and the ice hitting the metal bucket was a mere whisper compared to the thumping of your heart and whooshing of blood in your ears. 

Fuck it. It’s vacation. You convinced yourself as the ice toppled over the lip of the bucket and landed with a clack on the floor. When you came out, the boys were dancing again. You walked just close enough to let them know you were watching, and then leaned against the wall. The boys finished up their attempt of the dance and you stepped forward. 

“Wow! You guys are really so good!” you fluttered your lashes even though you weren’t sure if they could see in the dim light. “You should be professionals. I wish you could teach me to dance!” You stepped a little closer to the three boys. 

The boy holding his phone chuckled while the one in the gray cap thanked you again. You fluttered your lashes again and flashed a sweet smile. “I’m Y/N. And you are?” You turned to the shorter boy in black. “Oh, uh, I’m Wooyoung”. He smiled lightly. 

“I’m Yunho.” The boy in the gray cap waved and then shoved his hands back in the pockets of his white cargo pants.

You turned to the final boy and your eyes widened and pulse quickened. You hadn’t gotten a good look at him when you first passed by, but even in the dim light you could see he was a ten out of ten. You strained your eyes and pleaded with your pupils to let you see this man in all his glory. 

“I’m Mingi. Nice to meet you, Y/N. And, for the record, we are professionals.” He smiled. 

“Oh? Are you in a dance group?” You questioned, never breaking eye contact with Mingi.

“Something like that”, Wooyoung answered. “More like a KPOP group.” He barely finished his sentence before he was lightly slapped in the chest by Yunho.

“Oh that’s really cool. Which group? Maybe I’ve heard of you.” You played it cool even though your heart was threatening to beat itself out of your rib cage.

“Ateez.” Mingi said proudly. 

You did your best not to fangirl hard. You’d been listening to Bouncy continuously since Joy sent it in the group chat. Due to your rigorous doctor schedule, stanning wasn’t something you had time to do- thus, Joy’s “Ew, casual KPOP girl” comment in the airport.

“I think I’ve heard of you guys before.” you nodded and flashed another cute smile. “Well, I have to get this bucket of ice back to a few bottles of champagne,” you emphasized your sentence by holding up the bucket and patting it a few times. “But if you guys ever want a break from idol life, my friends and I are one floor up with drinks and snacks.” You passed through the three boys once again, turned around, and started walking backwards so you could express your final sentence to them, “and we’ll sign NDAs, no problem.” You whipped back around before the three boys had a chance to watch you sink deep into embarrassment, fear, and confusion.

Did I really just tell three international superstars I’d sign an NDA to party with them? I haven’t even started drinking and I’m already doing stupid shit. You chastised yourself as you quickly made your way back up the stairs and into your penthouse.

“Finally! We were gonna start without you!” Joy shouted, her back to you as she sat on the couch fiddling with something you couldn’t see.

“We did start without you.” Seulgi corrected, clicking something on her computer and watching the big screen TV at the same time. She seemed to be setting up her computer to cast to the TV to play music.

“You guys will never guess what happened to me and who I met.” You started, setting the bucket on the kitchen counter and tucking the two champagne bottles snuggly within the ice. When you turned back to your friends, they were both staring at you excitedly.

“WHO!?” they yelled in unison.

You went to go sit on the couch. You started off your story of the disappearing ice machine much to Joy and Seulgi’s dismay, and even kept an air of mystery by not revealing the names of the boys until the proper point in the story, after you’d gotten the ice.

“So I’m like, my name is Y/N what’s yours? And he goes ‘Wooyoung’ and the next dude goes ‘Yunho’ and the last dude goes ‘Mingi’.” you recount. At each name, Seulgi gasps and Joy squeals. You continued before they could interrupt you. 

“Then Mingi’s like ‘Yeah we are professionals’ and I’m like ‘yeah are you in a dance group?’ and Wooyoung goes ‘We’re in ATEEZ’ and I lowkey pretended like I’m not obsessed with Bouncy so I can stay chill.” You were speeding through the story to make it to the most important part before Joy exploded with questions. 

“So,” you continue “I say ‘yeah I’ve heard of you guys. Well if you wanna come up and party with us we’ll sign the NDA!” You bury your head in your hands and pull your knees to your chest while Joy and Seulgi, essentially, freak out. 

“Are you telling me Ateez could come up here and party with us!?” Joy stands up on the couch in excitement. Seulgi quickly brings her down a peg to reality and says “They probably won’t but at least Y/N got to flirt with hot famous guys.” Seulgi pauses for a moment before a squeal escapes her mouth and she taps her feet on the floor in glee. “WE COULD PARTY WITH ATEEZ THOUGH!” Seulgi grins. With that, Joy jumps lightly off the couch and pops open a soju bottle. She grabs three shot glasses and pours the bottle evenly across all three. “Well,” she starts “we should be ready when they get here!”

You three take the shots like champs, open the snacks, and turn up the music. After some light mixed drinks and a few good songs, the three of you had almost forgotten about your supposed super star visitors. A knock at the door stops the three of you in your tipsy rendition of Kai’s Rover. You look at each other in confusion, and then turn towards the door. You head over and peek through the peephole. A young Asian woman, probably the same age as you, with an ipad is standing outside the door. You open the door just wide enough to be polite.

“Hi.” You say tentatively, confusion clearly showing on your face.

‘Hi! I’m one of the managers working for KQ and I think I have something you’ll want to sign.” The lady turns her iPad around and you see NON DISCLOSURE AGREEMENT in big bold letters across the top of a document. You feel hands on your shoulder and the door swings wider. 

“YES. WE’LL SIGN. WHATEVER IT IS WE’LL SIGN!” Joy practically screams in the woman’s face.

The manager laughs and begins to quickly scroll through the massive document, highlighting the major points (basically, keep it quiet or we’ll sue you for your entire life and the life of your future children) and then hands you a stylus. 

“If you agree to the terms and conditions, sign, print, and date here. If you have any questions let me know and I’ll be happy to answer them before you sign. If you’re no longer interested-” before the manager can finish her sentence, Joy snatches the stylus out of your hand and signs off on the document. She hands the stylus to Seulgi and she does the same with speed. 

“So, they’re coming up here? They’re all actually coming?” You ask, raising an eyebrow and begging the answer to be yes.

The manager chuckles and says “this non-disclosure agreement covers any potential meetings with the idols mentioned within it on the dates mentioned within it.” She punctuates her sentence with a smile and moves the iPad towards you. Joy nudges you in a manner that lets you know that you will not be ruining this for her. You sign with shaky hands.

“Perfect!” The manager turns the iPad back around and taps on it a bit. “And if you could all input your emails here, you’ll receive a copy of this for your own records.” You put in your emails, and the manager hits send. “Thank you! Have a good night!” The manager bows, and heads down the hall. You slowly close the door and turn to look at your friends. You stand staring at each other, excitement buzzing between the three of you as not one of your brains can form words. Seulgi was the first to break the silence. 

“Well…this is happening.” She said as if she was trying to convince herself to keep calm. Joy walked off like a zombie in a trance to sit back on the couch and stare out into the distance. “This is happening.” She repeated in the same tone as Seulgi.

“This is happening!” Joy rocketed up from the couch. “I gotta go put on some makeup!” Joy rushed into her bedroom, and you heard a distinct zip of a makeup bag followed by the continuous clacking of makeup containers hitting each other while being dumped out. You and Seulgi finally had the wherewithal to leave the foyer and head back to the couch. You took a generous swig of strawberry soju when you heard another knock at the door. This time, all three of you ran to the door to answer it. You were closer, and, therefore, faster, and opened the door with a grin.

“(Y/N)!” Mingi raised his hands above his head as if he was greeting an old friend. “I brought drinks and friends.” You moved to the side to welcome Mingi in, Yunho, Wooyoung, and San following behind him. 

“These are my friends Seulgi and Joy.” You introduced your friends but before you could give them the eyes that meant “please be cool”, they began to fangirl.

“Oh my gosh Wooyoung you’re my bias! It’s so cool to meet you guys!” Joy giggled and jumped Wooyoung with a hug. “Oh I’m so sorry!” Joy jumped back as quickly as she had hugged Wooyoung. “I should have asked first- can I hug you?” 

Wooyoung laughed and nodded, coming in for another hug. Yunho, Mingi, and San greeted you all and you all headed to the couch. 

Joy, the official party girl of the three of you, immediately began to pour shots while Seulgi turned the music back up. The party had commenced full swing, with all of you jumping, dancing, and shouting lyrics as loud as you could. After an hour and a few drinks, you were just buzzed enough to let your inhibitions out the window, so when Bouncy came on, you lost it.

“EVERYONE SHUT UP I LOVE THIS SONG” you yelled, arms out as wide as possible to clear the makeshift dance floor (aka the area where the coffee table used to be). The song got as far as Yunho’s “one, two..” before it stopped. You whipped your head around to Seulgi with a look on your face that clearly said what the fuck!? But before you could verbally protest, Seulgi pointed to the TV. She’d pulled up the music video.

“Since you’ve never seen it.” She stuck her tongue out, but you didn’t see her. Your eyes were glued to the screen. By the time the video ended, you had made a dangerous decision. Watching Mingi clear out a bar with a fake gun, belly roll, and dance had you trembling. You knew you had to have him. You devised a devious plan in the blink of an eye. “Play it again!” you whined. “I wanna dance AND,” you stood up to emphasize the second request “I want you all to sing your parts!” 

The boys laughed and agreed as Seulgi re-started the music video. You began dancing as Mingi rapped “What you wanna do?”. Your plan was in motion and so were your hips. You spun around and swung your hand in the air like you were swinging a lasso. You slowly approached Mingi, who had sat down on the couch. When the chorus hit, you straddled him. Your heart was beating faster than it ever had before, but your mind was determined. You kept lightly moving your hips and swinging your imaginary lasso. Mingi looked at you with eyes wide and mouth slightly open, corners of his mouth turned up in disbelief. You pushed a little further- putting your hands on his shoulders and singing along:

“Slow it down, make it bouncy 

지금부터 fly

좀 다른 spicy 청양고추 vibe”

You looked Mingi in the eyes when you felt his hands on your hips. “Don’t forget to rap your part.” You leaned close with a small smile and mouthed “fix on” in time with the song. Mingi began rapping, and you began the next part of your plan. You wrapped your arms around his neck and began to kiss at his neck. You heard his breath catch slightly, but he didn’t miss a beat of his rap. You moved up to his ear, bit lightly, and moaned “mmmm”. You applied a little more pressure in your grind and you moved to snake your fingers up the hair on the nape of his neck. You kept kissing his neck and, when his rap had completed, Mingi slowly slid his hands down to cup your ass. You could hear San and Wooyoung confidently slurring their way through Seonghwa’s lines. You’re surprised you’re not embarrassed about slutting yourself out in front of your friends, but the growing bulge pressing into your crotch is making it a little easier. Pulling back and placing your forehead on Mingi’s, you stare in each other’s eyes and reach a silent understanding. You slide off of Mingi and grab his hand, leading him to your bedroom. 

You shut the door, but can’t turn around because Mingi has pressed his body against you. He wraps his arms around you and kisses your neck. He spins you around and crashes his mouth into you, tongues wrestling and arms wandering. You push him towards the massive bed and pull away from the intoxicating kiss just long enough to warn him to watch his step. You pull off your shorts and shirt and Mingi does the same. Mingi sits up against the headboard and drags you back into his lap. You both moan and grind into each other- Mingi clearly not able to choose between massaging your breasts or squeezing your ass, so he settles for one for each hand. You’ve had enough of the humping and pull away. You trail kisses down Mingi’s body, clearly heading to give him the best head of his life, but he leans forward and grabs you before you can make it to your prize. Mingi flips you over and tears your panties off like he’s unwrapping a christmas present. 

“Shit.” Mingi mumbles as he pushes your legs out and back for a clear view of his meal. He looks up at you as he lightly runs his middle finger through your slick covered folds. Your breathing is heavy and your heart is pounding. 

“You want it, baby girl?” Mingi raises an eyebrow at you. You nod fervently, but that’s clearly not enough. “Lemme hear you baby. What do you want?” Mingi teases in the sweetest, sultriest voice you’ve ever heard. 

“I want you to eat me like it’s your last meal, Mingi.” You respond, grabbing a fistful of his hair. At this Mingi’s eyes flutter shut and he gasps. 

“Don’t let go,” Mingi growls, then he dives in. He wraps his lips around your clit and sucks, and makes quick work of his tongue. He slowly pushes his middle finger inside you and hooks it right into your g-spot. 

The speed at which the pleasure overcomes you has you grabbing Mingi’s hair with your other hand and releasing a deep moan. Mingi slurps and moans as he fingers you deep. You pull him off of you and he looks up at you with confusion. You begin to crawl down towards his crotch, bulge straining painfully through his boxer briefs. Mingi gets it immediately and flips over onto his back to continue his work on your clit while you unearth his throbbing cock. Watching the thick, long member spring out of its cage has you clenching around Mingi’s finger. He moans and adds a second as you squeeze the base of his cock. He’s already leaking, so you squeeze a little more out to lubricate his dick. You lick a stripe from the base to the tip, and then take Mingi in his entirety. Mingi’s head falls back and he moans deeply. 

“(Y/N), fuck, just like that.” Mingi pants and speeds up his fingers within you. You feel your orgasm approaching but you’re determined to make Mingi remember you. You move off of Mingi, which removes his fingers from you, and turn to face him. He looks down at you and you stare in his eyes as you deepthroat him. You hollow your cheeks and work your tongue up and down, cupping his balls with one hand and running the other up and down his thighs. Mingi lightly places his hands on your head and you can feel him throbbing in your mouth. You can tell he’s getting close and remove him from your mouth with a pop. The heat of the moment over takes you and you go to straddle him, line him up, and sink down on his cock. Mingi’s eyes fluttered shut and he shuddered out a moan. You began a slow pace, up and down, while simultaneously circling your hips. You threw your head back and dug your nails into Mingi’s toned abs. He gripped your hip with one hand and began mercilessly rubbing your clit with the other. Your legs went weak as your orgasm built up again, and you sat down on Mingi, fully taking his entire length. Mingi pulled you forward so you were laying on his chest. He hooked both of his arms around your waist, lifted his hips, and began fucking you senseless. 

You came within seconds, gripping Mingi’s cock tight- he could feel your walls fluttering and your orgasm dripping down onto his thighs. 

“Fuck Mingi, yes! Make me cum!” You moaned into his ear. Between your pussy death gripping his cock and you dirty talking in his ear, Mingi couldn’t handle it. His hips stuttered, his breath became ragged, and his moans became louder and louder. He pounded into you harder and harder until he finally stilled deep within you. You felt him throbbing and spilling his release as you were coming down from your own high. 

Mingi rode out his orgasm still holding your body tightly to his. You pushed your torso up so you could see Mingi’s face clearly- hair sticking to his forehead by beads of sweat, eyelids low in bliss. Mingi took a deep breath and finally came to. His eyes got wide and he swore in korean. 

“Oh God. I just…fuck…I didn’t pull out…I’m…are you…” Mingi’s mind was clearly racing and you put your pointer finger to his lips to shush him.

“Shh. It’s okay. I’m on birth control, I’m clean, and I’d never do that to you. I promise.” you comforted him.

Mingi’s eyebrows creased together and raised in a face that relayed “you promise?” then he nodded and released the breath he’d been holding. He then rolled over, still holding you tight to his body, so you could be flat on your back when he pulled out. “Stay there!” he requested as he ran off to the bathroom to get you a warm towel. He came back smiling, ready to provide you with excellent aftercare. He found your clothes that had been scattered over the floor, and handed them to you as he put on his own clothes. A pang of sadness hit your heart as you realized your night with Mingi was over, and you went into the bathroom to collect yourself (and to pee. You always pee after sex!). You looked in the mirror and saw how rosy your cheeks were, hair all over your head, and all you could do was smile. You were thankful that you had this experience. After quickly brushing your teeth and washing your face, you opened the bathroom door and peeked back in the bedroom. Mingi was nowhere to be found. You realized simultaneously that it was silent in the penthouse. You assumed the girls went to bed and Mingi left with the rest of his members. You crawled into bed, fluffed your pillows, and turned off the lights.  ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

You woke up hot. Really hot. And paralyzed. Not sleep paralyzed, paralyzed like you were in a straitjacket. You slowly realized someone was in the bed with you. You could hear a soft snore from behind you. You twisted around to try and see if Joy had had another nightmare and wanted to cuddle with you for “safety”. The figure behind you aroused and you strained your eyes in the darkness to see who the hell caused you to be drenched in sweat.

“Hey, did my snoring wake you?” A soft, deep voice asked. Your eyes adjusted to the darkness and you saw Mingi’s sleepy face, eyes still shut tight. You were glad his eyes were closed because you were grinning like an idiot. “No, I just had a funny dream.” You lied as you cuddled up, face first into his chest. Mingi held you tight, kissed your forehead, and immediately fell back asleep.

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The smell of bacon wafted into your dreams and knocked on your brain until you regained consciousness. The sun was beaming into your room and you gave yourself a nice, full body stretch. While stretching, you realized how roomy your bed was. You turned over and noticed your empty bed. You sighed in content, happy for the night you had. A piece of cloth under the unused pillow caught your eye. You lifted the pillow and noticed Mingi’s shirt, and a note.

“Had a great time last night. See you at Waterbomb. Have you and your friends meet us backstage ;) -SMG”

You grabbed his shirt, stuffed it into your face, and took a big sniff. You didn’t care that it was creepy and delusional. You’re happy he left you a memento of the night you shared. The door to your room creaked slowly open, and you popped your head up as soon as you noticed it.

“SEULGI SHE’S UP OH MY GOD.” Joy screamed and sprinted full speed towards your bed. She flopped down next to you as Seulgi ran in behind her.

“TELL. US. EVERYTHING.” Joy enunciated her words by shaking your shoulders. 

You relayed the night to your best friends. You concluded by showing them the note. Joy and Seulgi shrieked and their voices overlapped in excitement- fantasizing about how the day was going to go. You tuned them out and looked wistfully out the window as the sun continued to shine into your bedroom. You began to grin as you thought about all you were going to do with Mingi again. 

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Moments: Seven

Author's Note: The Chris Evans fandom is a complicated place to be right now, so I've been off and on Tumblr to avoid the chaos. As usual, the italics are flashbacks. Bolds are text. I’m aware that the timeline in the real world of movie releases and shooting is off; it’s a work of fiction so I manipulated things to work in my favor… or I was as vague as possible to avoid anyone noticing.

DISCLAIMER: the photo inserts are horribly inaccurate to where they actually are; I know this, but I wanted some visuals of what was in my head.

Pairing: Chris Evans x reader

Word Count: ~7.1k

Moments Masterlist

2014: Boston

Scott grinned at Y/N as he stood on the threshold of her home with Chris. She’d just opened the door in her robe after several minutes of him frantically knocking. Sure, he could’ve used his key, but what fun would that have been when he could see Y/N’s exasperated face? He was holding flowers and a card and yelled, “surprise!” as he thrust them into Y/N’s hands before walking by her to greet Dodger.

“Hello, Scott, do come in?” She said sarcastically as she shut the door and followed Scott into the kitchen where he had already opened the fridge and helped himself to a seltzer. Y/N added a bit sarcastically, “would you like a drink?”

Scott rolled his eyes playfully and plopped down on the kitchen floor to continue to pet Dodger. He gestured to the card and flowers, “I'm supposed to make sure you open the card right now.”

Y/N made small talk with Scott while she stepped over him to get a vase and put the beautiful bouquet in water. He chatted happily, watching her lovingly arrange them and take them carefully to the kitchen table in a prominent view. She cinched her cozy robe tighter and then finally she picked up the card from where she’d dropped it on the table and smiled at her name scrawled on the front– Chris’s handwriting.

Her sweet, goofy Chris, who was back in Atlanta filming and had been for over two months. She’d been down to see him twice, enjoying the time with him and catching up with some of his co-stars who were starting to feel like extended family or luxuriating at the pool at his rental. He’d come home to celebrate Christmas and New Year's with her and their families, making sure to carve out three straight, glorious days with just the two of them and Dodger lounging around their home. On the first day, they’d been so thrilled for some time alone that their celebration had broken a leg on the kitchen table where the bouquet now sat. Y/N felt a blush creep up her neck when she thought of it and she turned back to the card in her hand, running her fingers across the place where his pen had scratched her name.

Besides those visits, they’d been existing on FaceTime and long emails. Sometimes, it was fun that way. Of course, she missed his presence, his laugh, his touch, but she couldn’t help but enjoy the way the distance forced them into something akin to love letters. They managed to get on the phone together most days and text often, but their real communication was through long emails.

“Why didn’t he send this straight to me?” Y/N mused out loud as she turned it over and opened the back.

She looked up in time to see Scott shrug and fail to hide a huge grin, “just read it.”

Pulling out the greeting card, she sighed and smiled at Chris’s 12-year-old humor. She opened the inside and read his inscription:

Y/N, my cinnamon bunny, I’ve been missing you like crazy, I need to see you, honey, And stay in bed with you being lazy.

Go pack a bag, With clothes that are warm, Don’t worry– no place with jet lag, Just somewhere to watch a snowstorm.

Love, C

Y/N was laughing out loud by the time she got to the end of the truly awful poem and Scott was getting to his feet, “I helped him write it. The original version was even worse.”

“Where are we going?”

“Not telling. You have an hour to pack, I’ve got Dodger and the house under control, Chris already talked to Stacey, and your clients are covered until Wednesday. No more questions, go get dressed and pack.”

“Scott,” Y/N whined, “where is it?”

“Don’t you worry, bunny,” he booped her nose and laughed at the face she pulled, “but your hour is wasting away!”

Y/N huffed and started toward their shared bedroom while Scott headed in the other direction, “why would he send flowers if I’m going away!”

“My brother is an idiot, but I’ll enjoy looking at them while you’re gone!” Scott’s voice was distant as they moved apart.

She muttered to herself when she got into the bedroom and went straight for the closet, starting to pull out sweaters, jeans, and underwear. She’d gathered her travel toiletry bag and was staring at the pile she’d made on the bed and debating about bringing something dressy when Scott reappeared with a suitcase. He dumped it on the floor beside the bed and started to take the neat piles she’d made and haphazardly put them in the luggage.

“Scott! I don’t know if I’m taking all of that!”

“You are, just keep bringing me stuff. We’re going to fill the bag.”

“Dude, I’ve used that bag to pack for a month in Europe. I’m not going to fill that for a long weekend.

“Yes, you are. Or I’ll do it for you. Go grab some dresses and heels.”

“Can you just tell me where he’s taking me?”

“I cannot, but I can tell you that you should have lots of options.”

“Why?”

Scott rolled his eyes, “because I know you and I know you like to have options. Bring that black velvet dress you keep making excuses not to wear… And something fun to go under it,” he winked and Y/N rolled her eyes in return.

“Scott, please don’t talk about my underwear,” she laughed as she disappeared into the closet and did gather some lingerie to add to the bag. Scott entered the closet after her and pulled out some heels and boots and another two dresses and then added them to the bag.

“Finish up here,” Scott waved his hands around and disappeared back out into the living room and then quietly snuck out the front door, bringing Dodger with him. He dialed Chris, who picked up on the first ring.

“All good?”

“She’s packing,” Scott grunted as he wrestled to get the box from the basement into his trunk and Dodger ran into the yard after a squirrel.

“Thanks for doing this, I hope it’s a good surprise.” Scott could hear Chris's anxiety through the phone and he stopped what he was doing to focus.

“You guys haven’t spent more than 36 hours together in weeks. She’ll be thrilled.”

“She’s texting me so many questions,” a light chuckle left Chris as he read through them. “Is she really worked up?”

“You know Y/N, she’s always slightly worked up.”

“But does she seem excited?”

“Chris,” Scott’s tone wasn’t a warning, it was trying to probe his older brother, how he knew so well. He could hear in Chris’s voice that his anxiety was about to boil over.

Chris picked up on it immediately, “I know, I’m just nervous.”

“It’s going to be perfect.”

“What if it isn’t? What if–”

“Stop psyching yourself out. You’re both going to remember this weekend forever.”

“But what if–”

“SCOTTY!” Y/N’s voice came from the front door. She emerged from the house in ripped jeans, and Vans, and bundled in a sweater, coat, and scarf and she was dragging the giant bag behind her. “You insisted I bring this giant bag, so come carry it.”

“Gotta go,” Scott muttered into the phone over Chris’s protests.

The line disconnected and Chris looked at his Home Screen- a picture of Y/N and Dodger on a hike a few months ago; the golden hour sun perfectly silhouetted his two favorite creatures standing in front of a beautiful vista– for a few seconds before he got another text from Y/N.

Y/N: Christopher, are you really not going to tell me where I’m going? Chris: you’re coming to see me 😘 I’m here waiting for you Y/N: chrisssssssss! I hate this! Chris: but I love you and I can’t wait to see you Y/N: yeah, yeah. We’re in the car on the way to my mysterious flight. I love you, you little fucker Chris: 😂 💙

The nature of their relationship meant that they spent so much time apart, and it made their reunions always exciting. It wasn’t just the sex- it had been for the first few months- but Chris quickly came to miss the feel of her weight on his chest when she fell asleep on him while they watched tv or read tangled up on the couch. He missed watching her facial expressions while doing everything- her expressive face and talking hands never failed to make him smile. He missed her giggle when he caught her talking… or singing… or dancing alone… or with Dodger, who was never happier than when he was sandwiched between Chris and Y/N.

Chris paced, his worries starting to bubble to the surface while he waited. He took the beer he’d been nursing and finished the rest of it. Chris prided himself in his romantic gestures- he loved to surprise her with something special. In the year and a half they’d been together, he’d done several sweet surprises ranging from small things like a delivery of her favorite flowers to work on a whim to something big like when he flew home from location and booked the last appointment on the Friday before her birthday (under a code name, of course).

But he’d never moved her by surprise. He’d always given her a warning if they were traveling, and always let her choose dates or locations. He’d never called work for her, he’d never overhauled the whole operation without her consultation. He was worried that she’d be upset. She had her own world too and had already sacrificed parts of it to move to Boston nine months ago. He never wanted to seem that he expected her to give up everything for him and he was starting to panic that this would feel controlling to her rather than romantic.

“Scotty, please,” Y/N begged, leaning across the console and batting her eyes at him, “tell me tell me tell me tell me.”

“You are so obnoxious!”

“But I want to know where I’m going!”

Scott grinned as he slowed and turned on his turn signal, “actually, we’re here.”

“This isn’t Logan. I’m not flying?” She peered out the window at the tree-lined road.

“You’re flying.”

“How am I—“ her voice cut off as he pulled around a small, simple building to reveal several hangers, a small flight tower, and a runway. “Oh!”

Chris saw Scott’s car and walked down the stairs of the small jet he’d chartered, shoving his hands in the pockets of his jeans and waiting for the car to come to a stop. Before Scott had the car in park, Chris barked out a laugh as he watched Y/N and Dodger tumble out of the passenger seat and run towards him. He crouched to greet Dodger briefly before opening his arms just in time for Y/N to jump into them.

“You asshole!” She wrapped her legs around his waist and kissed him hard; when she pulled back he was laughing and she continued, “can you please tell me what’s happening now?”

“I missed you too,” he kissed her again, pulled back and grinned at her, kissed her one last time just a little more deeply before he cut himself off and slapped her ass, signaling her to hop down, “let me help Scott, then I’ll tell you some things.”

She sighed heavily and let him set her down, following him to the trunk of Scott’s car. Chris lifted her suitcase out of the trunk and Y/N balked at the items below it, “when did you get our skis?”

“While you were complaining,” Scott smirked, pulling out the box of their ski clothes and boots and the long thin bag of skis. Scott and Chris made dragging the bags across the tarmac look easy as they handed them off to the small crew. The boys turned back to Y/N who was gaping at the jet.

Chris was watching Y/N’s awe with a smitten, far away look on his face; Scott grinned at his brother, briefly hugged him, and did the same with her before he jogged back to the car with Dodger, leaving the two at the foot of the stairs.

“Shall we?” Chris gestured to the stairs and her eyes widened further. He couldn’t wipe the smirk off of his face; she’d always refused to take a private jet when he’d offered to coordinate one. She thought it was too much and over the top– and it often is– so she’d fly commercial, particularly as they so rarely got a chance to fly together. Usually, it was one of them flying to meet the other or Chris flying home with the occasional vacation mixed in.

“Seriously?” She clapped her hands together like an excited toddler and started up the stairs, warmly greeting the crew and babbling about the interior of the plane. “Where do we sit?”

Before he could answer, they were interrupted when the flight attendant offered to stow their coats; Chris pulled his puffer jacket off and handed it to her before reaching for Y/N and helping hers off her shoulders. His hands caught the soft fabric of her warm sweater and he let out an audible sigh; having his hands on her in any way brought him such comfort that he could feel his tension easing. After giving the attendants their coats, he was ready to give her his full attention when he turned back.

She’d wandered back to the plush sofa built into one of the walls and had dropped her tote bag on the seat. She was distracted as she hunched over it to root around– presumably for her book based on her usual flying habits– and Chris approached her, swatting her ass playfully and making her yelp.

“Christopher!”

When she turned to him, he immediately grasped her hips, rubbing his hands on the soft fabric and squeezing her hips firmly before planting a tender kiss on her lips, “I’m so happy to see you.” He muttered against her lips before kissing her again. He loved the feeling of her arms dragging up his shoulders to play in his hair. He loved the feeling of her body pressed into his. He missed it all so much when he was gone.

The older he got, and the deeper in love he fell with Y/N, the more he realized that his job was great, but he didn’t love it or the constant travel anywhere near as much as he loved her.

“Where are we going?”

“That,” he pecked her lips and started to pull away when he noticed the attendant returning with two glasses of champagne, “is still a surprise.” He took the glasses off the tray and held onto them while Y/N got situated on the sofa, buckling her seatbelt as instructed, and then holding the glasses while Chris did the same. They toasted each other and their time together before another kiss and a deep pull of the fizzing drink. Y/N tucked her legs up, leaning her body into Chris and enjoying being close to him and wrapped up in his smell. She always missed him while he was away working, but the way his smell slowly started to dissipate from the sheets, the t-shirt she slept in, and the house while he was gone was always the most noticeable difference.

For the duration of the flight they were wrapped up in each other, Y/N’s book laying forgotten on her lap. They chatted, they pressed into each other, and they made out; Chris had found a blanket and wrapped them both in it while they watched the snow-covered descent. It was dusk when they disembarked and walked across the small tarmac to the waiting, warm SUV where their luggage had already been loaded.

“Do you know where we are?” Chris finally asked with a smirk, holding her hand in the back seat while the driver navigated the snowy roads.

She peered out the window, squinting in the setting sun for road signs or clues. Coming up empty, she finally shook her head, “no idea. I’m assuming this is the part where one of you murders me.”

Chris chuckled, ��no, bun, look,” he pointed out the window behind her and she turned to crane her neck at the sign of the hotel they were approaching.

“Shut up,” Y/N said slowly before repeating, “SHUT UP!” with more excitement. “I haven’t been back here since…”

“Since President’s Day Weekend 1997?”

“It’s President’s Day Weekend,” she mused, her eyes widening. “Oh, this is so sweet!” She pulled him towards her to kiss as they pulled into the Lodge at Killington Ski Resort. The driver held the door open when they arrived at the side entrance and Chris donned his usual Bruins hat pulled low over his eyes before he got out. He held out his hand to Y/N and guided her into the building and they quietly checked in, Chris requesting that their luggage be brought up to the room.

Y/N was surprised when the manager walked around the counter and escorted them to their room, taking them down the same passageway they'd entered, across an outdoor alcove, and into another building. After a set of elevators and a few twisting hallways, she swiped the key card and pushed open the doors; Chris put one hand on the small of Y/N’s back as he shook hands with the manager, presumably with a tip in hand, and thanked her before she quietly exited the suite.

“Babe, this is beautiful,” Y/N stepped away from him towards the windows that were thrown open to catch the twinkling of the lights on the lift and the reflection of the moon on the snow where their room overlooked the mountains. She felt him approach her from behind, wrapping his burly arms around her center and resting his chin on her shoulder. She nestled into his embrace and heaved a heavy sigh, “I don’t know what I did to deserve this, but thank you.”

Chris pulled her to face him so quickly that she let out a gasp. He held her fast around the waist and looked at her carefully. “You didn’t have to do anything to deserve this. I’d give you the goddamn moon if I could, Y/N. You deserve so much more than I can give you but I’m so grateful you love me.”

Y/N was stunned and raised her hands to his cheeks, caressing the brustle of his beard, “is everything okay?” She noticed his eyes watering and he started to avoid her eye contact. “Chris?” She asked again, pulling his face towards her but he fluttered his eyes closed. “What’s going on?”

He forced a laugh, “nothing.” She knew it was a fake laugh and she knew it was a fake response but she decided not to press the issue, just giving him one last curious look before pressing up to kiss his lips gently and then turning in his arms to lean back against him. His grasp tightened and she swore she heard him sniffle when he settled his chin back on her shoulder again after kissing the crook of her neck and shoulder.

Neither of them was sure how long they stood there, but it was the rumbling in Y/N’s stomach that alerted them to the need for dinner. They opted for room service and were surprised by its speed. After scarfing it down, Chris suggested they finish their bottle of wine out in their private deck jacuzzi.

Y/N donned her simple blue bathing suit and wrapped in a fluffy resort robe to slip out onto the cold deck. Chris was facing the mountains and lounging casually in the warm water when he heard the french doors shut and turned his attention to Y/N just in time to see the robe drop and the cheeky cut of her bathing suit when she bent to drape it over the bench where his already was. He groaned, thinking of how long it had been since he had his hands on her and his fingers, his tongue, his cock inside of her…

“Bun, you look good enough to eat,” he said as he moved to the side and held her hand while she stepped in. The moan she made as the warm water hit her body and soothed her tired muscles didn’t help him calm down.

“As much as I love you and miss you, Christopher, a good makeout is the best you’re going to get tonight. Your girl is very tired,” she emphasized her point by scooting over in the seat to press her side into his and lean her head on his shoulder. He slid his arm around her shoulders and draped it over her, running his fingers lightly on her arms. He could feel the goosebumps rise to the surface of her skin.

“We’ve got a lifetime of sex, baby, I don’t need it every time I see you. I want it– I always want it– but I’m happy just sitting next to you.”

Y/N’s heart thundered at the word lifetime but she didn’t say anything, afraid to spook him. She’d been thinking about marriage for a while now; she was ready and she couldn’t picture her life without Chris in it now. But he shied away from the topic, always redirecting when it came up. He constantly reassured her that he loved her, that she was the only thing he wanted– he talked about the future regularly– but that word marriage seemed to freak him out. Plus, with the way he’d clammed up just an hour ago, she decided to let it pass.

Instead, she let her hand rest on his thigh under the water, the other holding her wine just above the water level and taking careful sips. Their conversation was whispered and full of long pauses while they took in the beautiful evening and each other’s presence. When the wine was gone, Chris pulled Y/N between his legs and started to run his hands up her waist, over her shoulders, gently kneading the muscles in her neck and back. The straps of her bathing suit fell away but neither of them fixed it. He slowly worked across her shoulders and neck, then down her back, occasionally leaning forward to press a kiss to a particularly tight knot before moving on to another. Y/N’s hands were grasping his thighs tightly, squeezing in time with the occasional sighs and moans she’d let out when he made a particularly good move. She could feel him twitching behind her but she chose to ignore it, knowing that she didn’t have the energy and he’d be lying if he said he did. He’d put his all into making love if they did, but they both needed this intimacy of the private moment exploring each other’s bodies more than they needed another carnal meeting.

When his hands slowed and trailed back to her waist– after brushing the sides of her breasts on the way south– she leaned back against him and turned her face to look at him. “My turn?”

“You don’t have to,” he whispered, taking advantage of her facing him to kiss her lips. “I wasn’t expecting anything.”

“All I’m promising is a massage, but I’m happy to do it.”

“Let’s go inside,” he pushed her up and held her waist while he stood. He exited the water and stepped out, wrapping himself in his robe before grabbing her hand and then helping her bundle. They scurried inside to avoid the cold and dried off the rest of the way before changing into dry clothes for sleep. “I swear I’m not looking for payback, Y/N, I just wanted to make you feel good.”

“And you did, and it won’t lead to sex, but I want to touch you for a while,” she pointed to the bed as he climbed on and lay face down. He felt her climb onto the bed and then straddle his back, sitting on top of his ass in her tiny sleep shorts. He could feel the warmth of her core pressing into his lower back. Her hands trailed the skin on his exposed back, starting with his lower back and making her way up his spine, gratefully working the muscles. By the time she reached his shoulders and neck, he was in a blissful state of relaxation and he almost missed the featherlight kisses she trailed down his spine before she crawled off and pulled back the covers.

Chris slowly worked his way under the covers and yanked her to him; by this point in their relationship, they didn’t sleep pressed against each other most nights. They were used to sleeping alone and the nights they slept against each other were usually just when they fell asleep naked, too tired to even get dressed after a romp.

But tonight, he needed her closeness. He needed to feel her and know that she wasn’t going anywhere, that she was his and only his.

They slept late and lazed about the suite, again opting for room service and reading in bed before they got ready for a day on the slopes. Chris had arranged all the lift tickets and necessities beforehand (or at least his assistant had), and they could just walk straight out to the lift and start their day. A day of laughing and competition built as they sped down the slopes, only stopping briefly for cheeseburgers and beer at the lodge before heading back out to burn off more fuel. They took to the skills park and tried to beat each other at everything, poking fun and making a light and special day they hadn’t gotten to spend with each other in so long.

So often their time together was squished in between their work schedules and regular daily life or surrounded by family for holidays; it had been ages since they just got to spend the time as the two of them. Towards sunset, they reached the bottom of a trail and Chris pulled off his goggles to catch her eye. “You wanna do one more run?”

“Yes, please,” Y/N grinned, heading towards the lift line and enjoying the pressure of Chris’s gloved hand on her back while they waited. It seemed that everyone had the same idea, so the line was longer than it had been, and Y/N could feel Chris’s impatience next to him.

“This is where we met,” she turned to him with a grin.

He hesitated and took everything in. Not one bit of it had changed. The creek and grind of the lift, the trees were more full but were all still there, and the most beautiful girl he’d ever met was there too. Neither one of them had paused all day to really think about it, but the glow of the setting sun, the feel of the end of a long day moving, and the nostalgia all kicked in at once. When Chris looked back at her, Y/N had tears streaming down her face.

“Baby?” He said quietly, getting as close as he could with the puffy coats and skis, “are you okay?”

“I just can’t believe we made it this far,” she breathed, laughing at herself and swiping at her eyes with her gloves. “Sorry. Just who knew those two idiots would end up living together.”

Chris pulled off his glove and used his cold fingers to pull her chin to face him. “Who would’ve thought those idiots would end up in love.” He kissed her so hard she nearly stumbled both with the physical and emotional impact of his words. “I love you, bunny,” he whispered against her lips when he kissed her again, only pulling away to move them forward in line.

They waited and then boarded the lift in silence, stealing glances at each other and grinning. When they got off at the top, Chris again pulled her as close as he could through the accessories and kissed her without another word. They moved away from each other and towards their favorite trail– still The Jug– and took it slowly and leisurely; Y/N still remembered her last run that day years ago and didn’t need another broken ankle.

They returned to their room and lounged around, Chris eventually showering while Y/N dozed by the fireplace. He roused her and convinced her to shower, telling her that when she got out, they’d make dinner plans. After luxuriating in the warm water for longer than she planned, Y/N exited the bathroom in the same fluffy robe she’d been wearing in the room, she stopped dead in her tracks.

Chris was standing before her looking handsome in a sleek black suit and thin tie. If she’d been wearing panties, they would’ve been soaked immediately, and she couldn't stop her jaw from dropping.

“What– Chris– You look–” She stuttered while Chris laughed, adjusting his cuffs and watching her from under his lashes. He approached her slowly, putting his hands out to caress her hips and pull her to him.

Kissing her, he murmured, “Get dressed, baby, we have dinner reservations in 30 minutes.”

“I don’t have anything to wear that matches that!”

“Nothing black and velvet?” He asked with a crooked grin, “I’ve never seen it on you, just on the hanger in our closet. Wear it for me, please.”

Y/N’s throat was dry and she nodded vigorously. “30 minutes?”

“30 minutes,” he repeated, dipping his head to kiss her again. “I’ll get out of your way,” he murmured against her, squeezing her hips and then sliding down to squeeze her ass. She hurried back into the luxurious bathroom and got to work fixing her hair and putting on some makeup. She was grateful that she didn’t normally spend much time getting ready, so 30 minutes didn’t panic her as it would some of her girlfriends, but it was still a rush to get it all together.

When she stepped out of the bathroom in her svelte velvet dress and knee-high suede black boots, she knew how good she looked and she knew it would be all he could do not to fall at her feet. She was right; her heels clicked in the hallway of the suite as she came to the bedroom area and found him lounging across the king-sized bed scrolling his phone. She didn’t miss his eyes widening or him adjusting his slacks.

“Ready to go?”

“No,” he answered, swiftly sitting up, “I changed my mind.” Chris flew off the bed and started towards her, but Y/N stepped away and pulled her jacket out of the closet. He relented and helped her into it, but not before watching the way the muscles in her lower back moved when she slid into it.

Dinner was off the resort property so they climbed into a waiting car; Chris’s hand fell immediately to Y/N’s thigh in the back seat. She only had to swat it away once when it started to trail too high up her leg. After the short drive, they arrived at a lovely, beautifully lit restaurant nestled on the other side of the mountain.

Chris led her into the restaurant, the warmth of his hand bleeding through her thick peacoat as they walked to the hostess stand. It was cozy inside with exposed brick and lights strung across the bustling tables.

The hostess led them around a corner and up a secluded set of stairs. She pushed the door open and they entered a beautiful rooftop lounge overlooking the mountains. The whole area was empty but clearly expecting them as all five of the fire pits in the area were roaring. The table they approached was next to the biggest fire and had two large faux fur blankets waiting for them.

Chris shrugged off his jacket and then reached for hers. When she hesitated, he smiled softly, “I promise I’ll keep you warm,” and she relented and slipped out of the coat before sliding into the booth and close to the fireplace.

He draped one of the blankets across his shoulders and then reached across her back to drape it around her. Y/N busied herself spreading the second blanket across their laps and gladly accepted the hot toddy the waiter had ready. She snuggled into Chris’s side and he wrapped her up tightly, kissing her temple. When she finally relaxed and looked around, she took in the moon's reflection on the snowy mountain and the soothing sounds of the crackling fire.

“It’s beautiful here,” she looked up at Chris, who leaned down and pressed his lips to hers.

“You are beautiful,” his lips were warm and tasted like the whiskey and cloves of his drink as he pressed his lips into hers one more time, holding her face to his by the back of her neck. Y/N grasped his thigh and sighed as he leaned back, “I love you,” he pecked her nose, “my sweet bunny.”

Under her hand, his phone vibrated in his pocket and she ignored it, grinning up at him, “thank you for this weekend.”

“Anything for you,” he finally felt it and leaned away from her, pulling his phone out, briefly checking the screen, and then dropping it on the bench. He returned his attention to her and then sipped their warm drinks while Y/N crossed her legs towards him, letting her top leg drape over his.

Eventually, the waiter came back with menus and warm bread and butter; they pursued in companionable silence when Chris’s phone started to vibrate on the bench. With a heavy sigh, he checked the screen and groaned, “it’s Megan, baby. She’s called twice now, and I blew her off yesterday too, do you mind if I just see what she wants? I’ll get rid of her quickly.”

“Of course,” Y/N waved him off, still scanning the menu while he answered his phone with a curt, “Meg, I’m at my anniversary dinner with Y/N, what’s up?”

Y/N grinned to herself. Anniversary dinner… she supposed it was their anniversary. 17 years ago this weekend Scott nearly killed her and sent them on this long journey to today. They hadn’t really celebrated an anniversary since they’d gotten together– they’d celebrated major milestones in their relationship like saying I love you and moving in together, but it had never occurred to either of them to discuss an actual anniversary date. Hearing Chris say that to Megan, and knowing that this was special to him, made Y/N’s heart ache with so much love for him.

When she pulled herself out of her daydream, she noticed Chris’s tense body next to her. His end of the conversation had been short, mostly listening to Megan, but his body language had changed drastically in the last thirty seconds.

“I don’t understand,” his voice was low and sharp and his free hand was clenched in a fist. “Can’t I just comment?”

Silence.

More silence, filled only with Chris trying to steady his breathing and the low murmur of Megan’s voice on the other end.

“What the fuck, how did this happen?” Megan’s response was short, and Chris heaved a heavy sigh, “but we both know that wasn’t what it was… is she commenting? So, I just have to let it happen? Are you fucking kidding me?” More waiting on Megan. He glanced over at Y/N and forced a strained smile. Y/N reached for him and unclenched his fist, sliding her hand into his. He squeezed it and held her eyes while he said to Megan, “I have to tell Y/N.”

His facial expression changed and he paused to listen to Megan, but he quickly furrowed his brows, “no, it should come from me. Thanks, Meg.” He hung up and scrubbed his hand over his face, then took a long pull from his drink and set the empty glass back on the table.

“Baby, some of the gossip rags are running a story. Meg is on it and trying to squash it and my legal team is working with her, but it’s already all over the internet.”

Y/N squared her shoulders and bit her lip, “… okay.”

“Remember a few weeks ago when I told you I’d run into Minka?” Y/N nodded, thinking back to Chris’s frantic phone call. He’d been so nervous; he’d called her from his trailer between shots to say that he’d heard Minka was filming something in Atlanta and one of his co-stars had run into her at a Starbucks. The co-star had invited her to a dinner the cast was having and Chris was so worried about Y/N’s reaction that he hadn’t waited for another second to get in touch.

Y/N had assured him that she trusted him wholeheartedly; she knew about his past as he did about hers, and she knew that in Hollywood, exes crossed paths by nature of the job. It was bound to happen and Y/N had encouraged him to go, to enjoy himself. They’d gone to dinner at a local restaurant- six of them in total, including Chris and Minka. He’d text her occasionally through dinner and sat on the other side of the round table from Minka, only engaging in polite small talk. He’d excused himself early to run an errand at a shop a few doors down from the restaurant and then head home. On the way out of the store, Minka had been waiting for her Uber. He’d stopped to wait with her– the first time they’d been alone all night– offered her a hug, put her in her car, and walked back to his rental.

“Apparently some paps got some pictures that look compromising and they’re running them.”

“How compromising?”

Chris winced at the same time that Y/N felt her phone vibrate for what felt like the 100th time since they sat down. She knew when she pulled it out of her clutch that it would be covered in texts and calls.

“Chris, how compromising?”

“Y/N, I love you and nothing happened, I swear it was nothing.”

“How. Compromising.”

“Chris?” Chris’s head snapped up when he heard the voice; he’d been grinning at his phone and the group chat from his siblings when Minka’s voice startled him.

“Mink, hey, what are you doing?” He shoved his phone in his pocket– the one that held his newest purchase.

“The corner by the restaurant was really crowded,” she shrugged, crossing her arms and smiling up at him, “I walked down here to wait for my Uber.”

“Did you know I was here?” He gestured at the store behind him, feeling suspicious.

She laughed, “I swear,” she threw up her hands in innocence, “I’m not stalking you. I thought you’d already gone home. I just didn’t want to wait in the crowd,” she pointed towards the group of people eating outdoors on the sidewalk surrounding the restaurant they’d just left.

He nodded, “so, how ya been?”

“You don’t have to wait with me, Chris. I’m a big girl. I know you didn’t want to see me tonight.” Her voice was tight and clipped.

“I’m not going to leave you here alone,” his tone matched hers.

“So did you want to see me tonight? Or were you avoiding me?”

He sighed, “I was avoiding you. I just don’t think it’s appropriate to spend time with you.”

“So go then,” she was clearly hurt and Chris, momentarily, felt guilty.

“Minka, I’m not leaving you standing here alone.” He repeated, “Ma would kill me.”

“Lisa does love me,” she grinned.

“She did.” Chris countered, “but she adores Y/N.”

“Right,” Minka dropped her gaze to her heels and kicked at a pebble on the sidewalk, “she’s the one from the ski trip right?”

Chris couldn't stop his grin or the words that tumbled out, “Yup,” he popped the ‘p’ before he continued, “she’s the one.”

Minka’s head snapped up at him, “the one? Like…” Chris nodded, his grin so huge it his face ached. She couldn't help but smile softly, “Is that why you were here?” She pointed at the store behind him. A local jewelry shop. Where he’d just picked up a custom-designed engagement ring.

“You’re going to propose to her?”

“We don’t have to talk about this.”

“When?” Her voice was soft, but she was smiling.

“President’s Day weekend. It’s when we met,” Chris was giddy with excitement as he pictured sliding the ring onto Y/N’s finger. He’d planned the whole weekend already and he couldn't wait for it to get here. “Do you– do you want to see it?”

Minka nodded, reaching out her hands; he pulled it out of his pocket, and with it came his phone, which crashed to the sidewalk next to him. He handed Minka the box and knelt to grab his phone, pausing to check it for damage and cursing lightly at the cracked screen.

“It’s gorgeous, Chris,” Minka grinned down at him, turning the box in her hand while she gazed at the ring. He rose and leaned over her shoulder to stare at it. “I’m sure she’ll love it.”

A black car slid up to the sidewalk and Minka checked her phone, “that’s me,” she pointed, handing the box back to Chris, who pocketed it with his now broken phone. She hesitated before pressing a kiss to his cheek and wrapping him in a hug, “I’m glad you’re happy, Chris.” He released her and watched her step into the car, offering a final wave before driving off.

“They’re making it look like I proposed to her,” his voice was strained and he was rubbing his hands across his neck, his face, his thighs, anywhere he could reach. He wanted to reach out to her but he wasn’t sure if she’d take it.

She was silent for several seconds, staring at him with her mouth open. “How is that possible?”

“I haven’t seen the pictures, but I guess the angle they got, the expressions or something… Megan is on it. She’s trying to get Minka’s team to comment. I’m sorry, baby, this isn’t how I pictured this night going.”

Y/N shook her head, “yeah, me either, what the fuck, Chris. What were you doing with Minka that could possibly be twisted into a proposal?”

“Bunny, it was so innocent. I don’t know how they spun it.” Chris was drenched in sweat; the engagement ring in his pocket felt like it weighed 1000 pounds and his chest ached to watch the different emotions cross Y/N’s face.

She reached for her phone and started to click through notifications. Everyone she knew– everyone she knew, including Chris’s siblings– had texted her. She went for Scott’s first.

Scott: you know him and you trust him, Megan will make it go away. Y/N: send me the picture Scott: that doesn’t seem like a good idea Y/N: I’m going to search it if you don’t. Please, Scott.

There was a pause when Scott sent a screenshot of the story. The headline read “Exclusive: Chris Evans and Minka Kelly: Engaged at Long Last!” and the picture did indeed appear to be a grinning Chris and Minka standing outside a jewelry shop in Atlanta. Minka had a black ring box in her hand and Chris was kneeling in front of her.

“Chris,” Y/N whispered and handed him the phone. She was trying not to cry while she tried to determine what was the reality of all of this. She knew that the paparazzi twisted everything. She knew that the gossip magazines would make anything into a story. She knew she’d been dragged around the internet a few times for being seen kissing Chris at baseball games and the supermarket.

She also knew that Chris had “claimed” her– they lived together, and Megan and Chris had both confirmed the relationship. Her name had never, to her knowledge, been officially released, but her picture certainly had. Since they’d moved in together, he hadn’t had a premiere, but they’d already discussed the plans for the next several: she’d walk the red carpet with him. Y/N knew her place in his world and tried to remain calm but this picture, their expressions, Chris on his knees… it was hard to keep her resolve.

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nah because why are the flying cockroaches like the mascot of Atlanta?! it don’t matter how nice, or how neat your apartment is, you always Gon wake up a few mornings to find one of them horse sized mFs half dead on the floor! nigga how did you get in here?! because I keep my drains closed thanks to the other GNAT problem this city has.

then y’all wanna charge 1700 dollars for a one bedroom where you gotta deal with this. luxury where?!?!

no disrespect to natives of this city but how are y’all ok with this? love yourself mane.

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Basement Renovation Cost and Bathroom Remodeling in Atlanta: A Guide by Remodel Republic

When it comes to upgrading your home, two of the most impactful projects are basement renovations and bathroom remodeling. These renovations not only improve your living space but also add significant value to your property. If you're in Atlanta and considering these upgrades, Remodel Republic is your go-to partner for expert craftsmanship and cost-effective solutions.

Understanding Basement Renovation Costs

A finished basement can transform an underutilized area into a vibrant and functional space. Whether you envision a home office, a game room, or a guest suite, knowing the costs involved is crucial for planning.

Factors Influencing Basement Renovation Costs:

Size of the Basement: Larger spaces require more materials and labor, increasing overall costs.

Design Complexity: Adding features like a bar, kitchenette, or built-in storage can raise costs.

Structural Modifications: Repairs or reinforcements to walls, floors, or ceilings add to the budget.

Utilities Installation: Adding plumbing, electrical, or HVAC systems comes with additional expenses.

Material Choices: High-end finishes and materials will increase the cost but enhance the space's appeal and durability.

Estimated Costs for Basement Renovation in Atlanta:

Basic Finish: $25,000–$40,000 (flooring, lighting, drywall, and painting).

Mid-Range Remodel: $40,000–$75,000 (custom lighting, upgraded flooring, built-in features).

Luxury Renovations: $75,000+ (wet bars, home theaters, spa bathrooms).

Bathroom Remodeling: Transforming Functionality and Aesthetics

A beautifully remodeled bathroom can become a serene oasis. Remodel Republic offers personalized bathroom remodeling solutions tailored to your needs and style preferences.

Key Considerations for Bathroom Remodeling Costs:

Size of the Bathroom: Smaller bathrooms typically cost less to remodel.

Layout Changes: Moving plumbing fixtures or walls significantly impacts costs.

Upgraded Fixtures: High-end sinks, tubs, and vanities add to the budget.

Materials and Finishes: Premium tiles, countertops, and cabinetry will increase costs but elevate the design.

Bathroom Remodeling Cost Estimates in Atlanta:

Basic Remodel: $8,000–$15,000 (new fixtures, paint, and basic tilework).

Mid-Range Remodel: $15,000–$30,000 (custom vanities, enhanced lighting, upgraded tiles).

High-End Remodel: $30,000+ (luxury fixtures, heated floors, frameless glass showers).

Why Choose Remodel Republic?

At Remodel Republic, we combine expertise, quality materials, and exceptional customer service to deliver results that exceed expectations. Whether you're revamping your basement or upgrading your bathroom, our team is dedicated to bringing your vision to life.

What Sets Us Apart?

Transparent Pricing: No hidden costs, just straightforward estimates.

Experienced Designers: Tailored designs that match your style and functionality needs.

Skilled Craftsmanship: Attention to detail ensures top-notch results.

Timely Project Completion: We stick to timelines without compromising quality.

Start Your Home Transformation Today

A basement renovation or bathroom remodeling project is an investment in your home’s future. Let Remodel Republic guide you through every step of the process, from design to completion, ensuring a stress-free and rewarding experience.

Contact Remodel Republic today to get a detailed estimate for your project in Atlanta. Together, we’ll create a space you’ll love for years to come.

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Stunning Updated Townhome in Atlanta's Highlands at Princeton Lakes - Your New Home Awaits!

Discover your new home at 4057 Princeton Lakes Way, Atlanta, GA 30331, proudly listed by My HOME in GEORGIA | Coldwell Banker Realty. This beautifully updated townhome features fresh paint, upscale finishes, and brand-new hardwood floors (as of 10/2024).

Enjoy modern LG stainless-steel appliances and smart home features like a Google Nest thermostat and Ring doorbell. The spacious owner suite includes a walk-in closet and luxurious En-suite bathroom. Plus, the garage has updated epoxy flooring.

This home offers a 2.3% VA assumable loan for qualified buyers, just 5-10 minutes from Hartsfield-Jackson Airport and major interstates with shopping and dining nearby.

For inquiries or to schedule a viewing, contact us at: Phone: 678-622-2693 | Email: contracts@myhomeingeorgia.com

Don’t miss the chance to make this charming house your new home!

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Why a Hummer is the Ultimate Party Vehicle for Your Next Event

When it comes to planning the perfect party, transportation can often be one of the most overlooked aspects. However, the right vehicle can elevate your event from ordinary to extraordinary. For those in Atlanta seeking the ultimate party experience, a Hummer is the answer. With its unique blend of luxury, style, and spaciousness, a Hummer is not just a vehicle; it’s a mobile celebration.

The Iconic Status of Hummers

Hummers have long been associated with luxury and extravagance. Their distinctive design and commanding presence make them an instant head-turner. Whether you're planning a birthday party, a wedding, a corporate event, or a night out on the town, arriving in a hummer in atlanta sets the tone for an unforgettable experience. The sheer size of the vehicle offers ample space for you and your guests to socialize, making it the ideal choice for group outings.

Space for Everyone

One of the biggest advantages of choosing a Hummer for your event is its spacious interior. Unlike standard cars or even SUVs, Hummers can accommodate larger groups comfortably. With seating for up to 20 passengers, there’s plenty of room for friends, family, or colleagues. This means you can keep the party going from the moment you step inside. The luxurious seating and ample legroom ensure that everyone travels in comfort, making the journey as enjoyable as the destination.

Party-Ready Amenities

Hummers are equipped with a variety of amenities designed to enhance your party experience. From state-of-the-art sound systems to mood lighting, these vehicles are designed to create a party atmosphere on wheels. Imagine blasting your favorite tunes while sipping on drinks from the onboard bar. Many Hummer rentals come with features like flat-screen TVs, neon lights, and even dance floors. This transforms the vehicle into a mobile nightclub, allowing you to start the festivities before you even arrive at your destination.

Safety and Convenience

Safety is always a top priority when planning any event, and renting a Hummer can provide peace of mind. Professional drivers ensure that you and your guests arrive safely and on time, allowing everyone to enjoy the festivities without worrying about navigating traffic or finding parking. This is especially important in busy cities like Atlanta, where traffic can be unpredictable. Plus, with a designated driver, everyone can enjoy their drinks without concern, making the event more enjoyable for all.

Style and Sophistication

Arriving in a Hummer instantly adds a touch of sophistication to any gathering. The bold design and luxurious features signal that your event is one to remember. Whether you're attending a high-profile corporate event or celebrating a milestone birthday, a Hummer offers a level of prestige that few other vehicles can match. It’s not just about getting from point A to point B; it’s about making an entrance that leaves a lasting impression.

Versatility for Any Occasion

One of the standout features of Hummers is their versatility. They are well-suited for a wide range of events, including:

Weddings: Make your special day even more memorable by arriving in style.

Prom Nights: Ensure the night is unforgettable with a fun and luxurious ride.

Corporate Events: Impress clients and colleagues with a stylish transport option.

Night Out: Whether it's a birthday celebration or a bachelorette party, a Hummer adds excitement and flair.

No matter the occasion, a Hummer can be tailored to fit your needs, making it a flexible choice for any event planner.

A Trendy Choice for Atlanta

In a vibrant city like Atlanta, where events and nightlife thrive, choosing a Hummer can help you stand out. The local culture embraces unique and memorable experiences, and a Hummer rental perfectly aligns with this ethos. Whether you're celebrating in the heart of downtown or venturing out to the suburbs, a Hummer can navigate the city’s streets while providing an unforgettable experience.

Cost-Effective Group Travel

When planning a large event, transportation costs can quickly add up. However, renting a Hummer can be a cost-effective solution for group travel. Instead of arranging multiple smaller vehicles, a single Hummer can accommodate everyone, simplifying logistics and often reducing overall costs. When you factor in the convenience of a single vehicle, the benefits become clear.

Making Memories

At the end of the day, every event is about creating memories. A Hummer offers a unique environment that encourages fun and interaction among guests. The spacious interior allows for laughter, conversation, and celebration, making the ride just as enjoyable as the event itself. With everyone together in one vehicle, it fosters a sense of camaraderie that can enhance the overall experience.

Conclusion

For those looking to elevate their next event in Atlanta, a Hummer is the ultimate party vehicle. Its spaciousness, luxurious amenities, and stylish appearance make it the perfect choice for any occasion. Whether you’re celebrating a wedding, a birthday, or a corporate event, a Hummer ensures that you and your guests will have an unforgettable experience.

To explore Hummer rentals in Atlanta and make your event even more special, consider reaching out to Fur Bus. With their fleet of luxurious vehicles and commitment to exceptional service, they can help you create the perfect party atmosphere on wheels. Don't miss out on the chance to celebrate in style!

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Top Wedding Venues Near Atlanta for a Memorable Celebration

Planning a wedding in or around Atlanta offers couples a diverse range of beautiful locations that cater to different styles, tastes, and budgets. With a mix of urban elegance, rustic charm, and breathtaking natural landscapes, the area around Atlanta is home to some of the most popular wedding venues in the Southeast. From historic estates to modern ballrooms and scenic outdoor spaces, couples will find no shortage of perfect settings to celebrate their love. Here, we’ll highlight some of the best wedding venues near Atlanta for a truly unforgettable event.

1. The Swan House at the Atlanta History Center

Nestled within the Atlanta History Center, The Swan House is a dreamy venue that oozes Southern charm and elegance. Built in the 1920s, this historic mansion features grand architecture, elegant gardens, and luxurious interiors. Couples can choose from various ceremony and reception spaces, including a gorgeous outdoor lawn with the mansion as a backdrop. The Swan House is a favorite for both indoor and outdoor celebrations, making it one of the most sought-after wedding venues near Atlanta for couples looking to make a statement.

2. The Biltmore Ballrooms

The Biltmore Ballrooms in Midtown Atlanta is another stunning venue steeped in history. The original hotel, built in 1924, has since been transformed into a breathtaking event space with two grand ballrooms: The Georgian and The Imperial. These spaces are perfect for those looking to host a luxurious wedding, with ornate ceilings, sparkling chandeliers, and intricate details throughout. The Biltmore is a top choice among wedding venues near Atlanta for couples who want their day to be as glamorous as it is timeless.

3. The Ruins at Kellum Valley Farm

For couples dreaming of a more rustic, outdoor setting, The Ruins at Kellum Valley Farm offers a unique and charming location. Set in the North Georgia mountains, this venue combines historical stone ruins with lush natural surroundings, making it ideal for couples looking for something unique. The stone arches and open-air settings provide an ethereal feel, perfect for intimate or larger weddings. Just a short drive from Atlanta, it’s one of the most picturesque wedding venues near Atlanta, capturing the region’s natural beauty.

4. Ventanas

With its sweeping views of the Atlanta skyline, Ventanas is an ultra-modern venue for urban-loving couples. Located in downtown Atlanta, Ventanas offers a rooftop space with breathtaking city views, especially stunning at sunset and nighttime. The venue also has floor-to-ceiling windows, bringing in natural light and creating a sophisticated ambiance. It’s a fantastic choice for couples looking for wedding venues near Atlanta that offer a chic city feel with the added bonus of stunning city views.

5. The Fox Theatre

For a truly unforgettable wedding experience, The Fox Theatre is a one-of-a-kind venue that brings drama, elegance, and character to any wedding. Built in the 1920s as a movie palace, it is now one of Atlanta’s most iconic buildings. The theatre’s exotic design elements and opulent details make for a magical wedding backdrop, particularly for couples who are movie buffs or appreciate a touch of vintage glamour. As a choice among wedding venues near Atlanta, The Fox Theatre promises a memorable celebration in a venue like no other.

6. Montaluce Winery & Restaurant

North of Atlanta in Dahlonega, Montaluce Winery & Restaurant is a Tuscan-inspired vineyard with stunning views of the surrounding mountains. This vineyard venue gives couples the option of saying “I do” amidst grapevines or in an elegant indoor dining space, followed by a reception featuring world-class wines and Italian-inspired cuisine. The natural beauty of the area, combined with the charm of the vineyard, makes Montaluce Winery one of the top wedding venues near Atlanta for couples who want a destination feel without traveling far.

7. Callanwolde Fine Arts Center

The Callanwolde Fine Arts Center is a historic mansion offering a sophisticated and intimate setting for weddings. With stunning architecture, beautiful gardens, and cozy indoor spaces, this venue caters to both large and small gatherings. Couples can enjoy outdoor ceremonies in the lush gardens and indoor receptions in the grand hall. The mansion’s charm and elegance are hard to match, making it one of the favorite wedding venues near Atlanta for those looking to incorporate art and history into their big day.

8. The Stave Room

The Stave Room at American Spirit Works is an industrial-chic venue that combines sophistication with a unique, urban edge. Located in the bustling neighborhood of Armour Yards, it offers a versatile space with exposed brick walls, high ceilings, and plenty of room for customization. It’s perfect for couples who want a modern, edgy look, and it’s especially popular among younger couples looking for a unique spot. The Stave Room’s versatility and cool vibe make it one of the more popular wedding venues near Atlanta for couples looking to create a distinctive celebration.

9. Atlanta Botanical Garden

For nature-loving couples, the Atlanta Botanical Garden offers a beautiful oasis within the city. The gardens provide a lush, green backdrop with countless opportunities for stunning wedding photos. Couples can exchange vows surrounded by blooming flowers, towering trees, and serene ponds. The Atlanta Botanical Garden offers both outdoor and indoor spaces, making it ideal for weddings any time of year. This stunning garden location is a top pick among wedding venues near Atlanta for its beauty and versatility.

10. Waterfall Club at Lake Burton

Located a little over an hour north of Atlanta, the Waterfall Club at Lake Burton offers couples a scenic escape with a blend of elegance and natural beauty. This exclusive club provides panoramic views of Lake Burton and the surrounding mountains, creating a serene and picturesque setting. The Waterfall Club features outdoor ceremony spaces overlooking the lake, along with a luxurious indoor reception area. It’s perfect for couples who want a private, upscale wedding surrounded by the beauty of North Georgia’s landscapes. As one of the most beautiful wedding venues near Atlanta, it offers couples an unforgettable destination feel without the need for extensive travel.

Conclusion: Make Your Wedding Dreams a Reality with Waterfall Club Events

Planning a wedding involves many decisions, but choosing the right venue can set the tone for the entire day. Fortunately, couples near Atlanta are spoiled for choice when it comes to breathtaking wedding venues near Atlanta. Whether you're drawn to the charm of historic estates, the allure of rustic farms, the elegance of modern ballrooms, or the beauty of natural settings, there’s something for every style and preference.

At Waterfall Club Events, we understand how important it is to find a location that truly reflects the couple’s vision. We’re dedicated to helping couples create unforgettable moments in a stunning environment. From planning to execution, our team at Waterfall Club Events will be with you every step of the way, ensuring that every detail aligns with your dreams. Whether you envision a grand celebration or a small, intimate affair, Waterfall Club Events is here to make your wedding day everything you’ve ever hoped for.

Let us be part of your journey and transform your wedding into a cherished memory at one of the most breathtaking wedding venues near Atlanta—Waterfall Club at Lake Burton.

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Revamping Your Bathroom with a Rustic Vanity Design

Are you ready to embrace the beauty of raw materials and create a unique bathroom space with a rustic vanity? The bathrooms that have been completely transformed into the inviting and comfortable areas that every home wants are best suited for rustic vanity designs. Bringing the wild beauty to its functional form, a rustic vanity is an added advantage in every bathroom. For those who would like to update the decor of the house, rustic bathroom furniture is surely a classic and warm option.

There is plenty of rustic bathroom furniture in Atlanta to suit your personality and preferences, whether you live in the city or on the outskirts. In this blog, you will explore the key elements of rustic vanity designs and how you can incorporate them into your bathroom to get that luxurious feel. 

Why Choose Rustic Style for Your Bathroom?

Rustic design is all about using natural materials and their structures, colors, and raw materials. Warm and inviting rustic bathrooms create an appealing atmosphere. The charm of rustic vanities lies in its flaws; exposed wood grains, rough finishes, and handcrafted details give your bathroom a sense of handmade beauty.

Ready to update your current restroom? There is nothing better than a rustic-styled vanity since it adds warmth but maintains the required class of bathroom. Whether you want to gain a rustic farm appeal or a more modern space, rustic vanities do not fail to complement other bathroom designs.

Exploring Key Features of Rustic Vanities

Natural Wood Materials:

Natural wood is a necessary component for a vanity to be truly distinctive. It doesn’t matter if it is oak, pine, or even barn wood; the rough look of timber makes the design so rustic. Usually, there are many flaws in the wood which are noticeable, such as knots, splits, and uneven surfaces, which all add to the beauty and genuineness.

Hand-Crafted Elements:

Rustic designs often involve hand-made details. That can be anything from custom doors to hardware, such as pull handles made from bronze or wrought iron. However, every piece seems to have an artwork, making your bathroom rather exquisite.

Stone or Concrete Countertops:

Most wooden vanities with rustic designs are usually finished with natural-looking stone or concrete to accent the wood's raw appeal. Marble, granite, and soapstone tops help achieve an earthy look and are durable.

Functional Storage:

The design and aesthetic quality are more important components of rustic appeal, this does not always mean that functionality has to be compromised. Deep drawers and even shelves are typical features of rustic vanities, which provide plenty of area to store bathroom necessities.

Enhance Your Rustic Vanity Beauty with Other Matching Elements

Bathroom Lighting:

Light fixtures with an industrial or traditional look beautifully compliment the bathroom with rustic vanities. In addition, wrought iron or brass wall decor light fixtures with Edison bulbs enhance the rustic appeal. Even overhead hanging lights in aged metal or glass finish can serve to further accentuate the vanity’s beauty.

Bathroom Tiles:

In addition, to make vanities more rustic, think of incorporating natural stone tiles on the flooring or the walls. Slate, limestone, or terracotta-made tiles blend well with the wooden and stone surfaces of the tops. On the other hand, patterned tiles, with either vintage or Mediterranean inspiration, can also serve to add some extra depth and interest.

Mirror:

It is impossible to imagine any bathroom without mirrors, and if you think of a room that would give off rustic vibes, then huge ornamental mirrors with borders made out of either reclaimed wood or old, worn-out metal would do the job well. A simple round or square mirror with a chunky wooden frame would only enhance the traditional rustic look. You can add large mirrors to create the illusion of luxurious bathrooms.

A Final Takeaway

Upgrading the look of your bathroom with a rustic vanity can completely change the mood of the room and make it more inviting, interesting, and ageless, all at the same time. And if you live around Atlanta, there are a lot of options available near you that provide elegant furniture to fulfill your ideal bathroom dream.

Embrace the beauty of rustic design and visit the Willow Bath and Vanity website to check out their stunning collection.

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Atlanta Wedding Photographer Shares Map of Roswell Georgia Best Wedding Venues

North of Atlanta there is the historic downtown Roswell, where there are some of the best historic wedding venues in the United States. The main road going through town and most of the buildings have been untouched for over a hundred years.  It will take you back in time and give your wedding a touch of grandeur. 

The crown jewel and my favorite of the venues in the area is Naylor Hall.  Naylor was built in 1840 by the founder of Roswell Barrington King for H.W. Proudfoot, and his wife.  Proudfoot was the bookkeeper at Roswell Mill, the anchor business of the town.  In the 1930’s Colonel Harrison Broadwell purchased the property and named it Naylor Hall in honor of his wife’s family.  The Colonel added many of the improvements that you can still see today such as the large columns, the handcrafted woodwork, and the large porticos encompassing the original structure. Finally, the property was purchased by Sunny Bailey 30 years ago.  She had the vision and fortitude to transform this historic landmark to the wedding venue it is today.  They have the best staff in the business with Abbey at the helm.  Please stop by and see how they can help your vision come true. 

Primrose Cottage is owned by Magic Moments and A Divine Event.  Primrose Cottage was also built by Roswell King for his daughter.  It has a stately lawn and garden in the back for your wedding ceremony.  The interior has a luxurious Bridal Suite with ample room for your bridal party and make up team.  Also, upstairs is a balcony that overlooks the garden and the entrance to the large ballroom downstairs.  The Ballroom has hardwood floors and floor to ceiling windows with a picture window to the English garden.   It is a venue swimming in charm. 

Roswell Mill Club / Ivy Hall are located by the ruins of the Roswell Mill.  Both facilities overlook Vickery Creek, and ar perfect for outdoor ceremonies and cocktails in the evening hours.  Within Ivy Hall there is 25,000 square feet (about four times the area of a basketball court) of deck overlooking Vickery Creek where you can hear the soothing rush of the water below.  There are floor to ceiling windows making for a scenic view of the park and a covered bridge.   

Roswell Historic Hall is the old library. Itl was eloquently preserved, featuring dramatic high ceilings, exposed beams, original brick walls, and a grand open loft that will enhance any occasion. A newly remodeled event venue with both a historic look and feel as well as a luxurious one, Roswell Historic Hall is a unique place for your next special event. Whether you bring your own vendors, shop à la carte with their Partial Package, or take advantage of their Full Package of professional services, you have come to the right place. By customizing each event, your celebration at Roswell Historic Hall will truly be one of a kind.  

Thanks for checking out this Atlanta wedding photographers blog! I hope you enjoyed the read and found it interesting! Make sure you keep coming back to our blog to see what the Atlanta wedding photographers at Atlanta Artistic Weddings get up to! If you’d like to contact me go to the contact page and drop me a line at https://www.atlantaartisticweddings.com/contact-atlanta-wedding-photographer. I would love to hear from you!

Thanks again!

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The Shroud is Dead

I was asked about the end of The Shroud and the beginning of Luxury. I have probably the best memory of events in regards to band. Especially early on. I think a lot of that stems from the fact that by the time The Shroud started up, I had been in multiple bands. When I was a kid, starting around maybe 8 years old, we were pretending to be in bands, while other kids were out playing baseball or whatever. I always knew what I wanted to to do. It's hard to find the right combination of people to start a good verging on great band. I knew that The Shroud was it. It was the right combination of people, but it was precarious from the very beginning. It felt, simultaneously, like we could be the greatest band ever or fall apart at any given time. Probably, that is still true. It may also be worth noting that of the 4 (now 5) of us, I can be the most forceful and volatile. The one most likely to throw up a middle finger or walk out of a rehearsal. It's always been true. It's not right, but there it is. I've been that way about bands since I was 9 or 10. It's ridiculous really. The thing with memories is that it is one perspective (out of 4 in this case). If the other three people do not recall, then maybe you only get one part of the story. so, the best I can do, is give you what I remember and hopefully answer the question. All this sounds very sort of heavy and important, but we were just kids in a rock and roll band. We are older now, but it feels the same to me somehow. by the Spring of 93, The Shroud had recorded our third demo tape - a full length called Candy , Darling? and my wife was expecting our first child. He is 31 now. We were playing a decent amount - at The Dish in Toccoa, and also some in Clemson as a result of our friendship with the band Sunbrain. It felt like the things in Toccoa were growing, in general, but we were struggling to break in to the Athens/Atlanta scene. My recollection, is that there was dicussion of the band moving. Two of the cities put forth were Raliegh and Detroit. Why these were mentioned, I do not know. I certainly was not someone who had my finger on the pulse of happening scenes around America. Also, I do not recall discussion of simply moving to either Athens or Atlanta. However, all my family lived in SE Michigan, so the idea of Detroit was appealing. I do not recall at any time, sort of delineating the difference between moving to SE Michigan and moving to Detroit proper. Detroit was not a place to be back then, although it most certainly has changed in current days. It's worth noting, that this was the early 90s. Grunge had broken out of Seatlle and record labels at that time were looking for similar things in other cities/towns. Or so we thought. Also, this was pre-internet, so the information gleaned was from magazines or whatever media we could get our hands on. Over this time, I certainly began to have my heart set on the idea of moving North. The idea of being closer to family was appealing, to say the least. It would not be unilikely to say that I probably was pushing for it to happen although I do not recall that being the case. Chris's family was in Atlanta. Lee and Jamey's family had moved from Toledo, Ohio to Florida by this time - I think. I remember the four of us sitting in the main room in The Dish, All sitting in different parts of the room. Chris said that he didn't want to move to Detroit. If there was other discussion I do not recall. Lee stood up and said "that's it , then" and he and Chris walked out. I feel like I am missing something. I just remember sitting on the floor, back to the wall, practically in tears, because we would not be moving North, but at least as important, if not more, the band seemed to have just split. There was no discussion of maybe moving somewhere else, it was just, boom - done. In retrospect, it feels sort of ridiculous, that we couldn't mange to sort that out. Even as I write this, I remember how rotten I felt.

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Epicurean; Atlanta Hotspot

Author: Artsy Chow Roamer

EPICUREAN

ATLANTA HOTSPOT

This blogger and writer is big on exploring in your own backyard so we decided to make a run down to Atlanta to celebrate our anniversary with a stay at the Epicurean. An architect friend of mine posited that the property was one of the best new places to stay in Atlanta proper.

We took a speedy tour online and liked what we saw. A fresh contemporary design with a young modern vibe on the interiors, amenities and menus. Located in the heart of Midtown, there are lots of cute shops, restaurants and bars to take advantage of as you walk about. This post will give a good idea of what to expect should you want to book your own quick get-away.

CHECK IN

We opted to use our GPS to get there from our mountain home. Warning: it was confused. Between one-way roads and closed roads from construction, it was difficult to get there. The valet and entrance face West Peachtree which is one-way heading away from town. It was closed to traffic right above the property so it was not easy to get to the right roads. After a few work arounds we managed.

The nice valet helped us with our bags and walked us to the check in which was tucked into a cozy little corner of the bar. Almost hidden, there were a couple of tables and chairs for folks to sit and wait or power up a phone or lap top. You could also grab some lovely cucumber water or a cup of coffee.

We were quickly checked in after they asked our preference for a view; to the pool and courtyard or a downtown skyline. We picked downtown but I wished we had picked the pool after I saw how pretty it was. We got our cards after sipping our welcome glass of white wine and headed to the elevators to ride up to the 11th floor.

Security is a good thing. You must tap your room card on the elevator panel to get it to accept your room floor button choice. We also noticed that the sustainable bamboo panels on the elevator were the same as our floors downstairs in our mountain home-great choice!

THE ROOM

The rooms are spacious with a big king size bed with luxurious linens, a leather headboard and wood wall paneling. A table provides a spot to open suitcases with large flat screen TV above and is joined with a gracious work desk. The art is lit with a wonderful small contemporary fixture highlighting a clever collection of epicurean items; a sketch of peach pits, paintings of radishes and a slice of pie, a poster pushing coffee and a cute wire sculpture in the shape of a coffee cup.

A freehand sketch of The Varsity in Atlanta hanging in the entry and a pillow with knife and fork on the bed are all unique design details that are well thought out, fun and support the overall local concept of the property. Floating nightstands with good lighting made it easy to read in bed and the seating in the corner was very comfy for morning coffee and catching up on the news.

Instead of the usual mini bar in fridge, a high-end wall design included glasses of several types, a nice offering of wines and canned cocktails along with a selection of liquors and mixers. Well done with a mini fidge below it for anything needing to be cooled down. The only critique I had was one needed to take the bucket down to the lobby for ice which is not handy.

A sliding barn door opens to your spacious bathroom with a well organized sink, towel and amenity area designed in classic neutrals that will stay looking sleek in the years to come. A large tub/shower combo offered a lot of grab bars for safety but it might have been more forward thinking to simply offer a step in design with glass doors.

THE TOUR

After settling in, we walked back down to the lobby to check out the public spaces and look over the offerings for dinner in the bar and restaurant. The bar has stunning views with lots of options for seating. You can sit at the bar directly, dine at tables or just hang in a living room type setting with comfortable sofas.

Reverence Bar & Bites offers artisanal small plates and snacks with a “fusion of bold flavors and culinary innovation” offered in a sophisticated and stylish interior within the bar proper. Choose between three or six selections of fromage and charcuterie, snacks like citrus olives or crab dip and small plates of bang bang shrimp or lamb meatballs.

Choose the Reverence dining room and your options expand to five different salads like roasted beet or fried artichokes, additional small plates like peri peri chicken kabobs, boneless pork ribs or seared scallops. Large plates include a pasta, steak, seafood and burger option. End with one of the five lovely desserts on offer including a panne cotta, creme brule, gelato or cheesecake.

THE POOL

Head up to the 9th floor where you will find the event spaces which were very busy hosting a large wedding the day we visited. You will also find some outstanding gardens to walk, sit on a bench and read or enjoy some journaling. Order a fancy signature cocktail at the outdoor bar.

We were surprised at the stunning variety of plants and trees there were throughout the property which offered a large pool with in-water recliners, cabanas and a casual outdoor dining option in Aerial Kitchen & Bar. Menu items take on a Mexican feel with smashed avocado, shrimp ceviche, yucca fries, shishito peppers and molotes.

If that doesn’t work for you, try their ensaladas and bowls, tortas with fries or masa plates with exciting taco choices like mushroom adobo, carne asada, roasted chicken or shrimp. Finish off with a banana hazelnut capirotada or fresa con crema. Ole!

THE BREAKFAST

Upon waking the next morning, we had a wonderful Bloody Mary mixed from the bar with some goodies we brought from home. A Nespresso coffee maker provided the best beginning to the day and since check out was at noon, breakfast was more like brunch for us and began with a lovely hot pot of Earl Grey tea.

While the early breakfast rush was over, there were still a good number of late diners enjoying some great offerings on the menu. We looked it over and immediately opted for the tiramisu french toast with coffee mousseline, white chocolate crumble and macerated berries. Served with warm syrup on the side, this dish was simply fabulous.

You do have a choice of omelets, eggs with sausage or bacon, avocado tartine or short rib hash as well as cereals, oatmeal, yogurts, fruits and more. There was also a wonderful buffet available for a set price that had so many things on it I can’t list them all here.

CONCLUSION

Exploring in your own backyard is always a fun adventure. The staff were very considerate of us and patient with all of my photography attempts. You can tell they want you to have the best visit so you will return.

This is a little gem of a property in the Marriot Bonvoy Collection. They are well located and you are able to walk to a very nice Italian restaurant across the street that I will post about in another blog. You’ll also want to walk across the car park to The Office Bar which is a part of the hotel. It’s a great spot for a late night after dinner drink, coffee or light snack. Book your backyard adventure soon and enjoy the video tour below.

If you enjoyed what you read you might also like other posts from Explore the World. Look for my next post on the the lovely Italian restaurant we revisited after many years that’s just across the street. Until then…

Cheers!

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