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Typical Stark - Part 2
A/N: Sequel to Typical Stark, but could be read as a standalone fic too!
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Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader
Warnings: Fluff and sass, some kissing!
Word count: 1338
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Tony’s offer replayed in your mind a thousand times over, an offer you approached him with first on the day your mission had gone awry. Sure it had been your idea but, a part of you had believed Tony would never take you up on it, sooner or later he’d forget about the whole thing.
It was Tony, after all.
A week later, you had FRIDAY enquire you about your schedule for the weekend before revealing the real reason for such unpredicted prying. After trying on every fancy outfit in your wardrobe like a teenager before a first date, you settled on a simple pair of jeans and a comfy sweater.
You weren’t going over to try and impress Tony, it was just casual conversation over drinks, not a date. You needed that reminder every so often.
.
Not that you had expected any less, Tony Stark’s penthouse screamed rich. There was nothing ‘home-y’ about the place, which made you wonder how much time Tony actually spent in the living quarters rather than the infamous lab you had heard so much about. Sure you lived in the compound but, you hadn’t been to his apartment before, given the fact that you’d spent the last two years hating his guts and callous attitude.
Way out of your league and certainly not your style.
“So Miss (Y/L/N) what can I impress you with today? Glenmorangie? A fine 16 year old Highland Park? Some good old Bourbon?” Tony bragged, sauntering over to the bar counter, sparing a glance at you over his shoulder.
“How about an honest conversation for once? With Bourbon please.”
Your retort making his previously forgotten apprehension resurface, however he had expected nothing less knowing it was you.
You were different. As much as he hated to compare, you had traits very similar to those of Pepper. She never took his bullshit and neither did you.
And he was glad you were so unlike the girls he brought back here before Pepper. They’d gush about anything and everything to flatter him and it usually ended with that flattery continuing in the bedroom before he’d leave them or have them kicked out. Clothes they wore aimed to catch his eye but here you were in a humble attire looking stunning as ever, aiming for his heart without even trying.
Tony smiled as you kicked off your shoes and settled on his plush couch, legs folding under while your eyes scanned his apartment interiors, as if judging his sense of style. For the first time in forever, he found himself genuinely wondering if his apartment was up to the mark.
“Here you go.”
“Thanks. Cheers.”
The amber liquid swished quietly in the crystal glass as you raised it against Tony’s to clink.
“What are we toasting?” Tony asked, settling a safe distance away from you on the couch, his expensive cologne overwhelming your senses.
“The first real conversation Tony Stark’s had in decades?” you shrugged, a nervous laugh followed when Tony’s expression changed.
“I’m being a bitch again. Sorry. Force of habit.” Shaking your head in regret, you took a big gulp of the bourbon in hopes that the burning liquid would blunt your unnecessarily sharp tongue.
It was a habit developed in order to protect yourself from getting your heart broken by guys like Tony, and now it was just a natural response. And now Tony seemed hurt, and you were guilty.
“No, they’re hard-to-swallow pills shooting out of your mouth every time we meet. I need them every now and then. Just never thought I’d hear one on a date.” Tony’s eyes widened on that last sentence he’d just blurted out.
You stopped mid sip and stared at the man, mildly amused at his flustered state, eyes flitting towards his glass to check if he was tipsy.
That was a first!
“A date huh?”
“Uh n-no it wasn’t what I meant. I just—”
“Shh relax Tony I was only teasing.”
He stood up suddenly, leaving you smirking on the couch alone while he downed the rest of his drink, face scrunching up in disgust as he looked down at the city facing his large floor to ceiling window.
You were one of the few people who could actually make him nervous, Tony wondered if he continued to pursue this, you’d leave him too, just like Pepper had.
Damage control was vital and you decided to break the ice the best way you knew after gulping your own drink in one go.
“So what are Tony Stark’s first date moves?”
His chuckle spread relief through your system, letting you know that you hadn’t royally fucked this up.
“Actually this could be considered my first date ever.”
“What crap.”
“Honest. You knew how I was before there’s no need to rehash that. And with Pepper well, we never had a proper date. We just got together and then we didn’t.”
Tony shrugged, his face holding sincerity but fear of having said too much, some hesitation for being so vulnerable for the first time ever and a glimmer of hope that you wouldn’t walk out after hearing him.
“Umm..Another round perhaps?” You offered with a kind smile watching Tony’s demeanor visibly relax as he handed you the empty glass, nodding.
He watched how you moved around the space as if this were a routine and not the first time you’d been to his place, how your calm composure actually reduced his anxieties, you move behind the bar and collect the bottles you needed before staring up at him in expectation, making him realise you’d asked a question.
“I’m sorry what?”
“I asked if you’d be interested in trying a cocktail I make that’s not half bad.”
“Hit me with your best shot.”
.
Two hours and three dangerously potent drinks later, you two settled on his couch once more, this time leaving little to almost no space in between.
Tony had his eyes closed and his head thrown back in laughter while you narrated one of your stories with Cap where he’d accidentally seen you changing after walking into what initially seemed like an empty gym, that ended up in him turning into a beetroot and tripping on a punching bag.
“Lucky fella.”
“Ah the flirt resurfaces!” You giggled, pressing your cheek against the plush couch, facing him, the alcohol pleasantly warm and buzzing through your system.
As much as you’d appreciated Tony’s real more vulnerable side, you couldn’t help feel glad his carefree flirty self was back. He seemed more in his element when he was like this, and it had been a while since you last saw this Tony Stark.
“So no guy worthy enough to deserve your love yet (Y/L/N)?”
“I would say things are looking up.”
He mirrored your position, drink-free hand sliding up your thigh, up your arm before reaching your face, thumb hesitantly halted above your cheek. You leaned into his touch, shifting closer, sighing when he caressed your cheek ever so gently.
A smile playing on his lips as he got closer, breath tickling your face before you felt his soft lips press against yours. Your own hands went behind his neck to pull him closer, kissing him back before teasing your tongue against his bottom lip, coaxing them open. Tony obliged by pulling you into his lap, tongue delving into your mouth, the taste of whiskey, lime and tequila you had earlier evident. Rough hands planted on your butt, grinding it against his crotch had you moaning into the kiss.
It took everything you had in you to break the kiss as you caught your breath, Tony however had begun littering your jawline and neck with feather-light kisses.
“I’m not sleeping with you when we’re this drunk Tony.”
“Why?” His voice a whine, almost making you cave. You opened your eyes and held his face between your hands, foreheads touching.
“I’m not like the others remember?” Your voice barely a whisper.
“No you’re not. You’re everything I’ve missed and more.”
Part 3? Lol I should stop.
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The Angel’s Share - Ch. 10
Chapter: 10 of ? (Series Masterlist here)
Summary: Thomas catches up to his runaway guest.
A/N: Co-written with the best writing partner ever, @yespolkadotkitty!
It was completely fine that Thomas hadn’t come after her.
It was totally fine that she was thinking about him using his proper name.
It was very much fine that her fingertip kept tracing over her lips, as if branding the memory of his kiss forever on her skin.
Except it wasn’t fine.
It wasn’t fine that the corners of her eyes burned with tears she refused to shed on principle alone. It wasn’t fine at all that her heart ached with each beat that echoed in her ears, tuning out every other sound. It was not fine that she had desperately hoped beyond all logic that Thomas would come after her.
Nobody had before, so why would he be any different?
Why would that vastly complicated man with a breathtaking smile and kind eyes come after someone so common, so unlike anyone he’s ever dated before, so weighed down with emotional baggage that they gathered beneath her eyes in dark purple circles?
It wasn’t a fairytale, and she would never be Cinderella.
Not that she wanted to be. She was perfectly capable of getting by on her own. She didn’t need a dashing prince to come into her life, rescuing her from an eternity toiling away behind a bar, sweeping her off to grand parties and expensive dinners and muesli for breakfast.
But what about quiet evenings spent in a study, sipping smokey whiskey and gifting the other bits of their souls in the soft lamplight? Laughter shared over the exuberance of a happy little boy, dragging them along by their fingers in an iron grip they wouldn’t dare break? Banter tossed back and forth in a hole-in-the-wall restaurant over cheap food and beer?
It didn’t matter.
Her feet bounced against the floorboard of the cab incessantly, and the passing scenery blurred as she stared out the window. Until traffic slowed to a crawl, before stopping altogether. Surrounded by cars, a common occurrence for the London native, she settled back against the seat and closed her eyes against the all too painful images of Thomas’ hopeful, but distraught, face.
“Are you alright there, miss?”
She cracked her eyes open, rubbing at them with a heavy sigh, not even caring if what little mascara she had put on that morning smudged. She hated chatty cab drivers. It was why Uber was invented. “Fine, thanks.”
Sweet silence filled the cab, and she slumped back into the seat, thinking that she’d be allowed to spend the rest of the drive - once they started moving again - in relative peace.
She was wrong.
“Erm, miss, you came from the Sharpe Estate, correct?”
She pushed her fingers against her temples, willing herself to just sink into the stained cloth seats beneath her to avoid wherever the conversation could possibly be headed. “Yes, why?”
“I believe that might be Sir Thomas Sharpe. On horseback. And he’s gaining on us.”
He wouldn’t.
She twisted in the seat, staring out the back of the cab to confirm the source of anxiety that suddenly swirled in her stomach like a swarm of bees. There he was, seated on Bandit like a lord of old, just as the cabbie had said, his dark hair poking above the tallest vehicles as his horse trotted down the street. He peered into every car, obviously looking for someone.
And the only person she could think that he could be searching for was her.
It was as if she lost control of her body. Without thinking, she stepped out of the cab with her knees knocking against each other, standing as tall as she could manage, feeling lots of eyes on her at once, and maybe not caring because he had come. He had followed her.
Was he for real? He looked something out of a movie, or a long-ago medieval ballad, hair windswept and clothes disheveled from the ride, calling her name from the back of his white stallion as it weaved in between the stationary cars without pause. Her name. And when he finally saw her, standing like someone gone mad in the midst of it all, the smile that tugged on his lips stopped her heart for a moment that stretched.
“Kate,” he called, galloping up to her, dismounting and closing the distance between them. He stopped just in front of her, so close she could smell the clean scent of his sweat and cologne and the faint aroma of leather polish mixed amongst the unpleasant exhaust of the idling cars about them. His azure eyes searched her face plaintively.
What did she do with her hands? They longed to reach out, push a stray lock of hair from his flushed forehead, curl in the collar of his shirt. Instead, she twisted them together in front of her, chewing lightly on her bottom lip. “You're going to get yourself killed, riding in this traffic."
The tenderness in his eyes was rivaled only by that of his whispered reply of, "Another obituary for Lucille."
"What?" She squinted up at him against the sun that glinted off of his raven hair, utterly confused at his response. That wasn't the direction she'd expected the conversation to take after he'd gallantly chased her down on horseback.
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“Oh, I sometimes - that’s a conversation for later.” He smiled down at her, and took her hands in his, gently curling his fingers around hers.
“You came,” she said woodenly, and Thomas suddenly realised something.
“You didn’t think I would?”
She worried her lip, her eyes downcast, and she was so plaintive in that single moment that his heart ached, hard, for what she’d been through, and he wished he could wipe that slate clean for her. “Well, why would you. I chose to leave after all.”
“And I chose to follow you.” He lifted a hand from hers to cup her cheek. “And I always will. Until you tell me not to. Until you tell me no, Kate, I will follow you anywhere you permit me to. Although I might not be able to do it on horseback every time.” She gave a watery laugh, and he pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Oh, Kate. Gideon made you a gingerbread ma- person.”
“He did?”
“He truly did. Come back to Allerdale with me? Please? And tell me what I did to make you leave, and I swear I shall never do such a thing again.”
She melted into him then, and Thomas thought it was the most magical thing, the strongest woman he’d ever met, showing her vulnerability to him amid the sea of traffic, in the capital of the country. If he could get a peek at this Kate, the Kate deep inside, then maybe, maybe, he had a shot with her. For real.
“You didn’t do anything,” she mumbled.
He started to ask her what the devil she meant, but then the traffic ahead started to move, and someone impatient arsehole behind Kate’s car beeped their horn. Thomas had a mind to teach him some manners in a less than polite fashion, but Kate straightened up. “Meet you back at Allerdale?” she asked. Her voice was all business again, but her eyes, her eyes were softer.
And Thomas smiled, knowing she probably needed this time to herself. “Of course. I’ll have some tea ready. For the gingerbread.”
“It’s a date.”
Thomas watched her slide back into the car - less shaky now, he noted, good - before he got back into Bandit’s saddle and made the trip back home at a more leisurely pace. Kate beat him there, of course, but he’d aimed to let her. No need for her to be poleaxed twice in one day. When he dismounted, digging in the pocket of his Barbour for a carrot to give to Bandit, Kate was crouching on the lawn, Gideon standing before her, a plate full of gingerbread people in his small hands.
“And this one is you!”
“It’s an amazing likeness!” Kate lifted the gingerbread version of herself. ”Can I?”
“Okay!” Gideon beamed, and Kate bit into the gingerbread with a grin.
“It’s delicious.”
“Of course,” the boy beamed. “I maded it.”
Kate stood up and held out her hand. “How about we go inside and share these with everyone? I bet they’d taste even better with tea.”
Gideon carefully shifted the plate to one hand with his tongue stuck out between his lips in concentration before slipping his tiny hand into hers. “Why do grown-ups like tea? I want lemonade.”
“Let’s ask your mum about that, shall we?” Kate laughed, the most carefree sound he’d heard from her perhaps ever, and Thomas’ heart squeezed at the scene. Kate had so much to give. Her heart was as wide as the ocean, and if she were to open it to him, he’d never stop being grateful every day he lived.
He didn’t know when it had stopped being about the whiskey and started being about Kate. But now that he’d gotten to know her, he somehow needed her more than he’d ever needed anything. And he had to hope she felt the same way.
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Less Broken
Drabble Day! Based on this prompt from @littledarlinhavefaithinme
Bucky was always alone and off by himself feeling like he didn’t belong or was welcomed. He knew what he did and he accepted that people probably didn’t like him or want him around.
Enter you, carefree and bubbly who didn’t care about Bucky’s past. You just liked him and did your best to show him that.
“Bucky come braid my hair! You’re the best at it! Bucky come read to me!” You were always begging him to do things.
One day Bucky pulled you aside and cupped your cheeks staring deeply in your eyes.
“When You Touch me I feel a little less broken. When you kiss me I feel whole, when you hold me I don’t feel alone.”
Your heart thumps in your chest as you wrap Bucky in your arms and hold him tightly.
“Then I’ll make it my goal in life to always touch you my Buckaroo.”
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Simple Things : Chapter fourteen
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Because when someone manages to make you the happiest person and the saddest person at the same time, that's when it's real. That's when it's worth something. But her friend kept mum and it drove Lizzie up the wall. Oh yes, the part of an innocent bystander did not become her… never had, never would.
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Chapter 14 : Athens and a slice of home
1. Curious Lizzie
Friends had quickly detected a subtle change in Charlotte’s behaviour. She seemed softer, tired still but…. happier and maybe a bit more carefree…could that be? Lizzie did not hesitate to, one day, point out ‘Charlie’s apparent delirious happiness’ .
Ok she might have embellished a bit in that department, but for all the best reasons though. She had teased her friend at first with offhandedly inquiring if perhaps it was because business was going well, earning herself that ‘non-disclosing Charlie-smile’.
Truth of the matter was that Lizzie was fairly sure a certain ‘Tom’ had his hand in Charlie’s new-found bliss. And the annoying fact that her friend still remained to keep the matter under wraps peaked her curiosity only more.
An inquiry along the likes of a "how's Tom?" was standard met with a chuckle and a serene "good-good, he's fine." But that was as far as she would get. It frustrated her beyond measure that she could list the information she had on him on just one hand. Yes, one hand, five fingers and she knew this to be a fact because she had recited them, all five of them, to her husband David one night.
‘his name is Tom,
he’s British,
Charlie finds him quite handsome,
supposedly he’s also intelligent,
and quite attentive.
Even while low on statistics Lizzie did have to conclude these were at least proper traits, ‘but generic as fuck! We haven’t even seen him or a picture of him. Oh come òn David... ‘
“So, when do the rest of us get to meet him?” Lizzie’d finally blurted out over iced coffee on a sultry afternoon, “it seems about time, no?”
This was a reasonable request though, wasn’t it? If Lizzie did the math correctly at least two weeks or so had passed since their infamous summerbabes-celebration…. two to perhaps three weeks - tops! - since Charlie’s trip to Scotland and her night of rapture over there. And while Charlie had expertly danced around her obvious discouragement after checking her voicemail in Lizzie’s kitchen, over the following fortnight she had slowly transformed back into a very delighted young woman, who was now - against all odds - back in high spirits…
Sure, Lizzie had pondered, Charlie was in talks to work with the Royal London Hospital but that deal was nowhere near set. So both her regret and her newfound cheerfulness hàd to be because of Tom, there was simply no other logical explanation… And that’s exactly what triggered Lizzie even more. Because when someone manages to make you the happiest person and the saddest person at the same time, that's when it's real. That's when it's worth something. But her friend kept mum and it drove Lizzie up the wall. Oh yes, the part of an innocent bystander did not become her… never had, never would.
Charlotte cast her eyes downward to her drink with a slight smile. With her hot pink straw she carelessly dunked the ice cubes while her mind tried to come up with a plan to meet this well-meant request with a sufficient, yet rejecting, answer. Because this was something she and Tom had not yet addressed themselves, not really though…
From out of the corner of her eye Charlotte could clearly see David nudging his wife.
“What? Oh, long distance - shminstance,” Lizzie muttered to her husband.
Still trying to figure out her answer, Charlotte caught her breath when she heard David kindly interjecting;
“Just let her revel in her little honeymoon-phase, babe,” and he planted a sweet kiss on Lizzie’s temple, “remember when we first got together?”
Charlotte was ever so grateful for that silly, small remark that had shut Lizzie up very promptly. Good man, that David. Eternally grateful even. But she did make a mental note to doctor out a way to diplomatically answer the next request she would surely be receiving sooner or later. No, Tom and her hadn’t really talked about any of this. And from the looks of it they really should, she guessed. First thing when she’d gotten back from Athens... the next destination she was flying out to later that night.
2. Beautiful Athens
Goes to show you never really can tell.
Charlotte had opted to fly out to Athens in the early evening to avoid the heat and city traffic, only to realise that Athens was not at all as hot as she had imagined it to be. It seemed the Western part of Europe was boiling up, while the Southern part was actually quite agreeable and - low and behold - even managed to surprise her with short - yet intense - rain shower. What were the odds?
It initially had seemed to be a perfect evening for a hike up the Philopappos Hill, which promised a stupendous view of the Acropolis in all its glory. And boy, did it deliver... Grateful for the opportunity her life now offered her to travel gorgeous cities and see breathtaking sites, Charlotte had apped Tom the astonishing view that had unfolded itself in front of her. No words needed.
Philopappos Hill, that held the Philopappos Monument, had been quite the discovery… In the fifties it was declared an archeological park that consisted of ‘the Hill of the Muses’, ‘the Hill of the Nymphs’ and the ‘Pnyx’ which had been the meeting of democratic legislatures in ancient times. And while of historical, architectural and even archeological importance, it was also the home of indigenous birds, including the Athenian owl and the peregrine falcon. It was an important stop-over for many migratory birds and then there were the land tortoises and the numerous bats that had scared Charlotte shitless at first, .... Talk about another great picture-opportunity -gone-wrong, but she’d sent it to Tom anyway, in good humour.
Listed by UNESCO as a protected monument of cultural heritage and yet it remained open to all, day and night, free of charge. All that thanks to a movement in Athens that stood by its belief that the best protection for the hill was guaranteed by the love, care and active participation of the local people. Philopappos Hill’s state and beauty had left Charlotte absolutely speechless and amazed. And - well - drenched after that sudden heavy rainfall that had come out of seemingly nowhere…
An hour or so later, Charlotte happily and lazily stretched out in the luxurious bathtub at the Plaka Hotel, revelling in the warm water and the generous amount of bubbles she’d indulged in. She counted her lucky stars for that streak of luck that had brought her there careerwise, before her mind started mulling how on earth she had managed to pull an almost 180° on an emotional level in the same process… Because up until recently a pang of guilt had always plagued her when the concept of ‘another man’ - other than her now ex-husband - was being brought to her attention.
Post-divorce, after all discussions had ended and possessions had been divided, after all the dust had settled and the air had been cleared, Charlotte was relieved to find that she didn’t really miss someone. And when she dìd start meeting men ( mostly the result of a well-meant yet awkward set-up) it was a bit of a relief to her that she didn’t run into someone who would meet up to the - admittingly - ridiculously high-ranged checklist she had cooked up in the back of her mind.
Ah well. When single and desperate in wanting to remain that way, you just shoot for the moon, right?
So, men and dating… it was a non-issue, really. Charlotte had figured she would give herself the luxury of time. She owed herself that much. Time to take care of herself, she was adamant about that part. Time to get her career onto the desired path by investing fully in (nearly all) the challenges she would stumble across. Needless to say that, at that point, romance could or would only hold her back. Well, at least that’s what Charlotte figured. And with her past, who could blame her… So she desperately attempted to avoid that particular path, at any cost. She wanted, no needed, to spread her wings and fly on her own. At least for a little while. To be who she’d longed to be again and - first and foremost - to be true to herself. And preferable stay that way as well… And then he came along. Dealbreaker . And he messed up all the rules without realising it. Or did he?
It had been quite a surprise to Charlotte how Tom had managed to settle himself under her skin the way he’d done. And once she’d fully allowed herself to give into that knowledge and the temptation and all it encompassed, she’d found herself truly well lost and it had freaked her out immensely.
For that exact reason Charlotte was tremendously appreciative of her hectic work schedule, for it mercilessly ‘demanded’ that their time together would be restricted, split up in small fragments over time; fragments that were never enough but had to make-do... It would be gruelling and demanding for any lovestruck couple, but for Charlotte all it meant was that she could take things easy. She could ease into it. DIp her toe it, see how it felt. And no person was to blame for it, only her work. It truly was a blessing in disguise.
Now in truth, Tom wasn’t exactly putting his feet up either. So his schedule was partly to blame for this as well. More than occasionally he’d have to fly across Europe for a meeting concerning future developments. And somehow this had led to secret get-togethers abroad… After Vienna Charlotte had travelled on to Budapest and Dubrovnik, before making a passage in Prague. And she genuinely adored Tom for creating time and opportunity to meet up whenever and wherever possible.
On her part, Charlotte had gladly taken to Heathrow as her new airport of choice, where they could meet up whether for lunch when she was in between flights or once for a late dinner before she would rail back home.
Currently in Athens, she was up for Napels next for a mini-cruise that would take her to Rome. Of all the things imaginable! Trust neurologist to have their professional association to work ‘a little something special’ out… But before that she would have a stop at home. A couple of days of normality and none too soon. To her delight Charlotte realised that in about 3 days she was also set to meet Tom again.
Oh dear sweet heaven, I’m counting down the days now…
3. London to Athens
Even early on, Tom had always kindly urged Charlotte to text him when she’d arrived on her destination safely. A gesture he gladly returned of course. It delighted him that soon her messages evolved to silly apps containing nothing more than a picture of her on a balcony or some other mouth watering location as if to prove ‘doing alright’ or ‘wish you were here’ or even ‘look what you’ve missed out on’. She could be such a tease and that thrilled him so, especially when geography was not on their side...
These days he caught himself, sometimes impatiently so, awaiting what she would send him next. And without fault he would grin widely when he took note that she had upped the ante, time and time again. She had humour and didn’t take herself too serious. Oh, how he loved that aspect of her particularly.
Upon returning to his London home after another trip to Mallorca, he had dutifully put down his bags and went along his usual coming-home routine before picking up his beloved Bobby. The chocolate brown Spaniël was absolutely overjoyed at the reunion with his master and very gladly pranced proudly by his side when they took an impromptu detour across Primrose Hill.
This was lovely, absolutely enjoyable, Tom had reflected, but her company would have made a very nice extra…
When his cell phone beeped and disclosed an app of a drenched Charlotte upon a Greek hillside claiming she’d perfected her ‘Rain Dance Deluxe’, he couldn’t help but chuckle out loud.
Scratch that. Her company would have been perfect right now.
Upon returning home, Tom had eyed his still-packed bags with a sense of scrutiny and uncertainty. He really ought to unpack them, he was well aware. Yet he turned on his heels, rewarding Bobby with a loving pat on the head and urging him along for his dinner…
Bobby was completely unaware of his master biting the nail of his thumb. After all, when being pampered with a delicious ‘master-is-back-home-meal’, all he wanted to do was happily devoured it, context be damned. So he also did not take note of his master aimlessly fidgeting around with his phone while he licked his bowl clean. He did however detect a heavy sigh falling from his master’s lips, but that one could not be on him. Could it? Bobby licked along his bowl once more before calmly lapping up the fresh water in his drinking bowl.
The Spaniël curiously turned his ears as he heard the familiar sounds of the kettle being set. Retiring to his favourite dog bed, he followed the scene before him with anxious eyes because he clearly heard his master sigh heavily and mumble to himself yet again. Was he walking over now? Indeed! Crouching down to his level, Bobby was rewarded with another loving scruff over his head and under his chin. Oh, he’d definitely been a good boy for that, hadn’t he?
“You’re happy to happy home, aren’t you boy?”
Bobby wagged his tail lazily in utter delight and looked up through droopy tired eyes.
“Hmm, such a good boy…. I shouldn’t be leaving you again so soon, should I?”
Tom sank down to his level and opted to sit by his side. Bobby raised and slanted his head curiously, because this maneuver was new to him. However he gladly gave into temptation and placed his head onto his master’s knee while he fumbled around with his phone again, dialing a newly familiarized number.
Now, there was only so much he could follow. He was still a dog after all… But his master opted for the speaker so he could carry on stroking his beloved Bobby while talking.
“What if,” his master spoke up suddenly.
“What if – what?” a woman replied.
“What if – you got home and…’ he hesitated, “I would be there?”
Water splashed to which Bobby quietly and anxiously growled… much to his master’s delight.
“Oh, you really àre in a bath, aren’t you?’ he exclaimed in a husky voice, “I knèw I should should have gone with a video chat.”
“I never lie,” the woman confessed humorously, “but - also - what are you saying?”
“If you have the time. If you’re willing to have me. If you …”
“That’s a lot of ‘ifs’...”
Bobby sensed his master seeking refuge in silent nervous laughter. And then felt the loving petting stop when the woman replied, “I have work though.”
“I - I understand completely,” Bobby’s master paused, “then… we’ll just see each other on the weekend then, as we’d planned.” A pause, “right?”
“No.”
“No?” His master hunched forward some in surprise.
Bobby heard the woman laughing and apologising profusely, something about “surprising” and “not knowing where her head was”. Silly woman. Something with “whenever you want” and “please” and lots of those good praising words. She even mumbled Bobby’s name at one point.
“Did you hear that boy?” his master cooed to him after ending said phonecall later that evening, “Charlotte insists I take you with me on a little holiday. What do you think? Bobby? Holiday?” But by that time Bobby had been massaged while into his own little land of dreams…
4. So, this is me...
Charlotte’s heart pounded into her chest as she ushered Tom and Bobby inside her home, muttering a “so, this is me…” and she gestured around inside.
“You’re welcome to stay, if you want,” she blabbered on nervously before rolling her eyes at herself.
Seriously Charlotte? Who are you talking to?
“I could easily book a hotel, you know,” Tom, ever so quick on his feet, retorted to which Charlotte raised her brow playfully and chuckled bashfully.
“I’m kidding,” he murmured while cautiously setting his bag on the wooden floor and gently inched closer to her, “I’m just so happy to see you are just as nervous as I am.”
“Are you though?” Charlotte scrunched up her nose. And to her delight he closed his eyes momentarily and nodded softly with a purred “mmm”. Bobby however ruined the sweet moment with an impatient tug on his leash and subsequent spinning around Tom, desperate to go and explore his new surroundings.
And so, with an endearing smile, Charlotte bent through her knees apologising and exclaiming she should take care of her favourite guest first and foremost. As she cooed over Bobby, sweetly praising and ruffling his fur, Bobby kindly returned her greeting with the attempt of jumping up to her which Tom quickly forbade him to do. Much to Charlotte’s amusement.
She suggested Tom to unleash him, which he hesitantly did after sternly reminding Bobby not to run. It was quite the sight and Charlotte couldn’t help but smile to herself.
Very swiftly Bobby spotted the drinking bowl she’d set up for him in the kitchen. And he lapped up the water gratefully before setting out to search the premises. The soft pitter-patter of his paws and gentle ticks of his nails quietly set through the downstairs living area. It was a sound that reminded Charlotte of her own childhood and still cherished deeply...
She unlocked the kitchen door that led to her cosy little garden, while Tom promptly rolled out Bobby’s travelling doggy-bed onto the hallway floor before following in Charlotte’s footsteps. Bobby followed suit, before roguishly diving into the garden curious-snout first. Charlotte laughed heartily as Bobby went along before easing an insecure Tom he would be alright in her closed-off, dog-proof garden.
He instantly relaxed and leant back against the door jamb.
“I know it’s dark out, but it feels so nice and quiet here,”
“Private,” Charlotte smiled, “drink?”
With a nod he wordlessly followed her path around the kitchen island.
“So, Charlie?” he pointed to the wooden ornament dangling on the key chain at her door.
“Nickname,”
“Charlie,” he pursed his lips as he slanted his head, “I like it…”
He smiled after sneaking another peek inside her living room once more while she fixed them refreshing drinks, “exactly how I imagined it.”
“Oh?” an intriguing smile crept across her lips “and what did you imagine then?”
“Well, I imagined a long sofa, with plenty of comfortable cushions. Shelves filled with books, ...”
Charlotte titterd and shook her head, “Cheater! I told you about that.”
“Fine, fine,” he held up his hands as an act of innocence as he walked over to her in the kitchen again.
“I’ll go again. I - imagined big windows that invite a lot of light. Erm, I imagined a small garden,” he continued while striding closer to her still, “but I can’t see anything there, so help me god.” A chuckle fell from his lips, “I also pictured an all white kitchen, with… marble countertops.”
“Marble countertops?”
“M-hm” he hummed, “solid, sturdy, marble countertops,” he emphasized as he closed the distance finally and swiftly lifted her up on them.
“Hi,” he murmured while his nose teased hers.
“Hi,” she breathed back, anxious for that kiss she’d been longing for ever since he stepped onto her threshold.
“Am jealous of Bobby though,”
“Are you now?"
He nodded and slid his hands softly over her knees and up her thighs before holding onto her hips with firm care, “he’s gotten wày more attention than I have.”
“Hmm,” she sighed, her hands gently combing through his generous curls, “and we can’t have that, now can we?”
He shook his head, and she caught that mischievous twinkle in his eyes sparkling in full force. It was all she needed to lure her in, and happily she brought her hands to his cheeks before leaning in for a sweet kiss on his lips.
“Missed you,” he mumbled against her mouth. And that was just the final straw.
A wistful sigh escaped her mouth and he captured her lips again with his. She responded instantly and so they finally reunited with passion, with fervour and a very blatant desire. There’s no decorum here anymore. It had been too long. Way too long and she was pleased he agreed with her.
His lips conveyed her of how much he had missed her, longed for her and his fingertips firmly slid up her thighs, trying to raise up her clothing in the process. Charlotte made a quick mental note not to opt for a playsuit again, no matter how cute and sexy, on the eve of reuniting with a lover because his lustful groans suddenly turned to slightly frustrated ones when he failed to figure the garment out.
A mild happy whimper escaped her lips however when his hand circled around her backside and forcefully scooted her closer to him and the growing bulge in his jeans. And all Charlotte could to was grab onto his shirt as she pushed her hips into him needily.
Desperation. Could that be a fitting word here? Absolute desperation? To feel his skin on hers again. To have him fall apart because of her doing again? Her mind gets clouded though when his tongue started a delirious path down her neck before his fingertips tugged the straps of her clothing off of her shoulders. She can hear him mutter how the sun has spoiled her but is unable to reply at this point. Instead she locked her legs around his waist, in a desperate need for that friction.
A groan and he grabbed onto her hips even more fiercely, growling something about ‘where next’ and it takes her a while to realise he’s talking about the directions to her bedroom. Luckily Bobby was having the time of his life in the garden because the two barely made it across the hallway and ended up in her reading chair, Charlotte on top, bringing both herself and Tom to a nearly simultaneous but earth-shattering climax.
Satisfying and fulfilling.
Easily, effortlessly.
Addictive.
Oh dear.
5. Settling in
With remorse Charlotte left for the office the following day, only to return to her home where the windows had let the fresh air in all day. A dining set was out on the terrace and soft lounge music played in the background while a handsome man lazed in her garden, catching up on some reading. And Bobby? He relaxed under the shade of the shrubbery as if he owned the place.
Charlotte very much enjoyed seeing Tom lounging in the hammock, his long legs stretched out. His one ankle resting across the other one, a book propped up in his one hand while his other arm lazily bent over his head.
Tiptoeing over to him, she knelt down quietly in the green grass by his side so she could surprise him with a soft kiss on his cheek. He hummed deliciously, dropping the paperback onto his chest and stretching out his arms to her, wanting to draw her near.
These were probably the best moments, Charlotte pondered. The ones were he lay in her garden, so free of sorrow or stress. No clocks dictating their lives. Bobby either happily chasing butterflies or resting in the shade.
He muttered for her to 'come hither' and pulled her into his lap. Charlotte giggled and shrieked, claiming the hammock wouldn't last this way. But he would have none of it.
She could spot his laughing wrinkles at the sides of his eyes, and softly caressed them. She could spy her own happy reflection in his ray-bans. So perfectly happy.
"What are you reading?" she asked and wilfully followed the direction he guided her in. With her head resting on his chest, he grabbed hold of the paperback and read out loud to her. Oh yes, she could get used to this… And she happily informed him later on she’d re-arranged her schedule so she’d be able to work from her home the next couple of days. So it would be just the two of them. ‘Against the world’ , he’d teased.
He was adapting so well, it boggled her mind sometimes. But Tom gladly admitted he truly was happy there, very happy, in their little cocoon. Nobody knew where he was. Well nobody of the outside world. He revelled in the fact he could just shut the door behind him there in her home town and nobody would be any the wiser. It was private, safe, secret. It was all he ever longer for. Not to be hunted anymore. Being able to step out with Bobby to the nearby park and be left in absolute privacy. Going out for an impromptu errand and be left in peace. Being able to kiss someone without having the media shred them to pieces when all they had for now was still so frail and new. And moreover uncertain whether any future could come out of it, although he was all-in already.
There was only one little twinge by the end of his stay. When her doorbell rang, and Charlotte started muttering gibberish under her breath. She’d asked him to hide and to lay low and promised he would thank her later. So Tom saw no reason not to oblige to her request.
But when he realised it was a friend coming over, and a close one at that, questions did arise. The woman was clearly surprised Charlotte had a dog over and he could tell there was some curious questioning going on before the visit ultimately ended.
When he sweetly asked Charlotte later who the woman was, he was appalled that the woman was in fact Charlotte’s best friend Lizzie. And it made him contemplate out loud whether Charlotte was hiding her boyfriend, or him as her boyfriend?
"Boyfriend?" Charlotte grinned, "Is that what we're calling it?"
And with that she crawled over to him to tempt him into a luring kiss.
"Now love, come on," he furrowed his brow.
"I'm just,” she sighed, her eyes pleading, “not ready to share you yet."
At his silence she softly nuzzled his neck, “I'll do that thing you like ..."
Well, anything really, if it kept his interest away from the matter. And away from the fact the Lizzie was already pushing towards meeting Tom. But Tom’s cheeks flushed crimson, before he cleared his throat with a "darling, you know you better…”
Apparently this was not working and with a sigh she let herself fall back into the bed next to him while he reasoned that her best friend wasn't quite the outside world, and that despite their promise to be discrete he would honestly be ok with it if she would want to confide in her.
“Don’t get me wrong,” Charlotte sighed, “Lizzie is wonderful and very dear to me. And she's also the one who's been most on my case for …”
“For…?”
“For keeping to myself. For shutting off in the past.”
Tom propped his head up on his hand and she could feel his eyes flickering over her.
“She was probably genuinely concerned,”
“Myeah,” Charlotte agreed, “I'm just afraid I guess that she'll only get ahead of things, while I really feel this need to take my time and take this slow.”
Her fingertips trailed over his thigh, apparently she was on a better path now because his lips curved into a soft smile and his eyebrow quirkily while his voice dropped about an octave, "I like it slow..."
Charlotte grinned and tilted her head up to him, he teased his nose against hers.
“Thought you might…”
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Talk Loki To Me • Part Fourteen
Businessman by day, someone else entirely by night… An AU where Tom Hiddleston isn’t a famous film actor. He’s just a normal guy, your roommate of two years. The two of you are really close and you think you know everything about him, until you discover his secret… He’s a popular erotic audio star, taking on the persona of Loki, a god hellbent on making you cum. And when you accidentally discover this secret of his, everything begins to change.
Pairing: Tom Hiddleston/Reader || Word Count: 1.3k || Rated M (18+)
A/N: Wow, you guys! We've made it to the end of the series! I want to thank all of you for your lovely comments and likes and reblogs throughout each update!
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It was time.
Your train had arrived and it was time to board.
You stared at it for a while, until they called for it again. Something was holding you back. Something was locking your legs and keeping you from standing. It was ridiculous, you had to go!
You swallowed down your reluctance and stood up, gathering your things. Taking a deep breath, you began to walk toward the platform.
Your heart clenched tighter and tighter the closer you got to the train, to the point where it became hard for you to breathe. You stopped, loosening your hold on the suitcase and drew your hand up to clutch at your chest as tears blurred your vision.
No. Everything is wrong.
Your mind, your heart and your soul were screaming at you, begging you not to go. But why?
Tom's face entered your mind and when realization hit you like a mack truck barreling down the road, you drew in a sharp breath and nearly dropped your bag.
You were in love with Tom Hiddleston.
You were in love with your best friend, your roommate. The man who had stuck by you for three years, you were in love with him. That's what was holding you back. You were suddenly overwhelmed by the urge to tell him. You had to tell him now.
Last call for London to Manchester.
You bit your lip, looking between the train and the exit. If you left now, you would miss that train and you weren't sure if there would even be another one until tomorrow. But, if you left now, would you have the courage to tell him later? Would you have the chance?
Hastily grabbing hold of your suitcase, you whipped around to leave. You knew you still had to go, but you couldn't leave without telling him that you loved him first. You couldn't let this be how you left things. And if he didn't feel the same way, then at least you tried.
Struggling to run with it, you tugged as hard as you could and almost fell a few times, but finally made it to the exit. You ran out to flag down a taxi, getting absolutely soaked in the process, as the rain came down harder than it did when you first arrived. You scrambled into the backseat, flinging your suitcase onto the seat next to you.
“Hey! Be careful with that!” The taxi driver barked.
You quickly gave him the address and told him to hurry. When he started to complain, you bribed him with more money. With a grumble, he accepted your bribe and took off.
God, it seemed like it took forever to get back to the flat. There were a couple of times when you nearly flung the door open at a red light to run the rest of the way. You argued with the driver, urging him to drive faster, but he was firm with refusing to go any quicker.
When the taxi finally arrived in front of the flat, you grabbed your things and rushed out of the car, tugging your suitcase with you. After you raced up the steps, you pounded on the door impatiently, “Tom!” You called out.
“Tom!” You shouted again when he didn't answer. Had he left the flat already? Why wasn't he answering the door?
When the finally door opened, Tom looked at you in confusion, your name passing through his lips. “What are you…?”
“I couldn't do it…” You gazed at him, your heart pounding a mile a minute. You were panting, exhausted from your hurried movements and nervous to tell him, fearful that he didn't feel the same. But if you didn't tell him, you would never know and the secret would eat you alive if you kept it inside. It was now or never. “I couldn't go without telling you that I--”
“I couldn't go without telling you that I love you!” His eyes widened and you wanted desperately to know what he was thinking. “Look, I know this was supposed to be a no strings attached, no emotion, no commitment arrangement, but I fucked up.” You looked down, nervously fidgeting with the strap of your bag while you wished he would say something.
“I've been feeling really strange lately and I couldn't figure out what it was until I was about to leave… I know that I shouldn't, but…” You looked back up, gazing into his eyes, “I love you, Tom.”
Tom seemingly searched your eyes, completely silent before he surged forward, grabbing your face between his hands and kissing you hard. He tilted his head, deepening the kiss as you wrapped your arms around his neck. Neither of you cared about the rain beating down on you both as you kissed. Nothing else mattered in that moment but each other.
When Tom pulled away, he was panting as he brushed soaked strands of hair that were plastered on your face. “I love you, too.” He stroked your wet cheek with his thumb. “It was only supposed to be a temporary thing, something fun and carefree. But somewhere along the way, things changed and I was afraid to tell you in case you didn't feel the same. God, I wish I had told you sooner.” He pressed his lips to yours again for a short but sweet kiss.
When he pulled back, your face broke out into a grin as he smiled at you and the two of you laughed.
“Come inside, we're getting soaked.” He grabbed your suitcase and the two of you went inside of the flat.
As soon as the door closed, you turned around and kissed him again, pushing him against it. He kissed you back, snaking his arms around you to hold you against him. You sighed in contentment, leaning into him as the two of you kissed.
Yes, this was how it was supposed to be.
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Three Months Later…
Things were great. Your new position was amazing and the branch opening was quite successful. You absolutely loved your flat and where you were living. The people were nice and you made friends fairly quickly. The only thing that was missing was Tom.
The two hour train rides to and from Manchester and London were getting harder and harder to do. Your schedule was busy as ever, now that you were running a branch, and a new one at that.
You took turns with Tom each weekend with who travels. Sometimes it was two or three weeks until you saw each other again. You missed each other greatly when you were apart, you talked nearly every night and phone sex had become a regular thing and Tom was wonderful at it, of course.
But, as fun as it was and as nice as it was to visit on the weekends, it wasn't enough. You wanted so badly to live with him again. To see him every day and cuddle with him every night. You got weepy with him on the phone sometimes when you were feeling particularly stressed or overwhelmed with missing him.
Until one day, everything changed.
It was a Saturday afternoon and you were lounging on the couch, watching a movie when you heard a knock on the door. You thought it was strange, seeing as you didn't know very many people in the area yet and who knew your address. You hadn't invited anyone over and Tom wasn't able to come out to visit that weekend, due to him having other plans.
But when you opened the door, much to your surprise, Tom was standing there, causing your eyes to widen, “Tom!” Your heart squeezed in excitement and love, as you realized Tom had come to surprise you! Your gaze traveled to a few large bags next to him and your brows furrowed in confusion. That was an awful lot of stuff for staying overnight… You then looked back up to his face, which held a wide grin,
“Have room for an audio porn star?”
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Butterfly Wings and Guitar Strings- Part One
Bucky Barnes x Plus Sized!Reader
Summary- The Avengers are the biggest rock band in the world, but you’ve never been a fan. That is until your best friend Helen Cho wins back stage passes to their concert in Vegas. While she’s making heart eyes at the drummer Thor, you’re falling for their lead guitarist Bucky Barnes.
Message- If you want to be tagged send an ASK! Also not my pictures.
Word Count- 1534
“I won!” Helen screeches as she comes running into your room.
“What did you win?” You ask, jumping off of your bed. “The Nobel Prize?”
“No, I won’t be able to win that yet. I haven’t finished my thesis, so maybe next year.” Helen rambles, smiling at you.
“So what did you win?” You ask.
“We’re going to Vegas, all expenses payed!” Helen says.
“Oh my God! Really!?” You squeal.
“For The Avengers Concert, I won back stage passes!”
“Great.” You say, instantly becoming less excited.
“I know you’re not a fan, but still! It’s a free trip to Vegas a-and you’re my best friend. I don’t want to go with anyone but you!”
“Of course I’m coming, Helen. I know how much you love that boy band.” You say.
“They’re a rock band, not a boy band.” Helen huffs.
“I know.” You say. “I’m just messing with you.”
“Well stop.” Helen says, glaring at you.
“Alright, sorry!” You say, chuckling. “When do we leave?”
“Friday.” Helen says.
“Don’t you have office hours on Friday?” You ask.
“My thesis advisor is covering for me.” Helen says. “Can you get out of class?”
“Yeah, I’ll just email my Professor. I’m sure once they read ‘once in a life time opportunity’ and ‘free trip to Vegas’ they’ll have no problem with me missing class.”
“This is going to be so much fun!” Helen squeals, then she gasps. “We need to go shopping!”
“Tomorrow, we’ll go shopping tomorrow after my classes.” You say, laughing.
****
“Are you sure I look alright?” You ask, fidgeting with the denim crop top you were wearing.
“You look hot!” Helen says, taking your hand. “Now come on, we’re going to be late!”
“Alright! Alright! Geez, stop dragging me! Plus we’re an hour early, there’s no way we’re going to be late!”
“But we have to pick up the passes, if there is a line it could take a while.” Helen says as she continues to drag you through the parking lot, towards the building. She only lets go of you when the two of you get close to a ticket window.
“Hi, can I help you?” The worker says through the microphone.
“I am Helen Cho, I’m supposed to pick up two back stage passes.”
“Can I see an ID?”
“Of course.” Helen says, passing her student visa to the employee.
“Alright, here you go! I hope you enjoy the concert!”
“We will thank you!” Helen says, as she takes the passes and hands you one of them.
“Now what?” You ask. “We’re still an hour early and there wasn’t a line.”
“We can go buy some merch.” Helen says.
“Okay.” You say. “I did promise my professor that I would bring her back a t-shirt.”
****
“Did you get everything you wanted?” You ask.
“Yes.” Helen says, nodding. Then she stops and hits your arm.
“Ow! What was that for?” You ask.
“Oh my God! That’s Natasha Romanoff!” Helen squeals.
“Wait, I thought this was a boy band?” You ask.
“Y/N.” Helen huffs.
“Sorry! So who is she?”
“Natasha Romanoff, she’s dating Clint Barton.”
“And that is?”
“He’s a member of The Avengers. He plays Keyboard.”
“Cool. Do you want to go backstage now?” You ask.
“Yes!”
“Let’s go!” You say, laughing as Helen starts to pull you along.
“I can’t wait to meet Thor!” Helen says.
**After the concert**
“Alright, I’ll admit that was pretty amazing!” You laugh as you lean against Helen.
“See! I told you, they’re so talented!” Helen says.
“Absolutely!” You say, smiling. “They’re the best boy band ever!”
“Actually we’re a rock band.” A voice says from behind you.
“Oh my God! You’re Bucky Barnes!” Helen says. “I’m so sorry about my friend, calling you guys a boy band is her idea of a joke!”
“It’s alright” Bucky says, chuckling. “I like a Doll who has a sense of humor.”
“Do I look like a doll to you?” You ask, crossing your arms over your chest.
“You know most girls would be swooning right about now.” Bucky says, smiling at you.
“I think you’re overestimating your charm.” You say, grinning.
“Y/N!” Helen says. “I’m sorry about her, she’s-uh-not exactly a fan.”
“Oh?” Bucky says, cocking his head to the side. “How did somebody who is not exactly a fan find their way to one of our concerts? With a backstage pass?”
“I won two passes and I asked Y/N to come with me.” Helen explains.
“Helen here is my best friend, so of course I agreed to come with her, she also happens to be one of your biggest fans.” You say.
“Well it’s always nice to meet a fan.” Bucky says, smiling at Helen. “Would the two of you like to meet the rest of the band?”
“Will Thor be there?” Helen asks, eyes going wide.
“Yes.” Bucky says, chuckling.
“Then yes!” Helen says.
“They should be down that hall, last door on the right.” Bucky says, pointing in the direction of were the rest of his band should be. At that Helen was off, practically skipping down the hall.
“Thanks for this.” You say.
“No problem, Doll.”
“She’s been under a lot of stress lately.” You sigh. “It’s nice to see her this excited and carefree.”
“Work?” Bucky asks.
“Kind of.” You say, nodding. “Helen is getting her Ph.D. and for her thesis she’s created this thing called a Cradle, it prints living tissue, basically it can heal anybody who is put inside it.”
“That sounds revolutionary.” Bucky says. “Why haven’t I heard about this? Why isn’t it in every hospital?”
“It’s still in its testing phase.” You explain.
“Are you working on the Cradle too?” Bucky asks.
“No.” You laugh. “I’m getting my Masters in Photography.”
“Are you going to be a member of paparazzi?” Bucky asks, nose scrunching in disgust.
“God no.” You say. “Right now I’m more focused on photographing nature, last month I was able to photograph the monarch butterfly migration, and it was amazing.”
“Do you have any pictures with you?” Bucky asks.
“You want to see them?” You ask, shocked.
“Yeah, Doll, I do.” Bucky says, smiling.
“I have some on my phone.” You say as you take it out of your pocket, you quickly unlock it and go to your photos app. “Here.”
“Wow, these are incredible.” Bucky murmurs as you show him some of the pictures you took.
“Thank you.” You say, smiling.
“Do you have any more?”
“Not of the butterflies.” You say, shaking your head.
“Well then, show me something else.” Bucky murmurs, shifting so his body was closer to yours.
“A-Alright.” You stammer. After that you and Bucky spend the next hour talking about photography, music, places the two of you had been and places you both want to go.
“Let’s run away and get married.” Bucky says, suddenly.
“Are you serious?” You ask, mouth dropping in shock.
“Yeah.” Bucky says, nodding. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
“Aside from the fact that we literally met an hour ago?” You ask. “I’m not exactly what a wife of a rock star should look like.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Bucky growls.
“Come on, you have eyes.” You say, putting your hands on your hips.
“Yeah and you’re gorgeous, Doll.”
“Is this some sort of publicity thing?” You ask. “Marry the fat girl to gain sympathy from the public or some shit like that?”
“What?! No!” Bucky says. “This past hour has been fun! You’re fun and funny and literally the most genuine person I have ever met! I wanna marry someone who isn’t scared of calling me on my shit and you literally said I was a member of a boy band, to my face!”
“Well it’s not like I knew you were standing there.” You huff.
“You can say no.” Bucky murmurs. “I-I know this is crazy and sudden and we’ve only known each other for a-.”
“I want to finish school.” You say, cutting Bucky off. “I only have this semester left, and I’m not going to drop out just because we’re married.”
“Alright.” Bucky says, nodding. “I-Is that a yes?”
“Well we are in the land of stupid decisions and when in Rome.” You say, waving your hand about.
“I think you mean when in Vegas.” Bucky says, smirking at you.
“Haha.” You say. “I’m going to need to buy some new clothes if we’re gonna do this tonight.”
“Why? I like what you’re wearing, Doll.”
“I am not getting married in a denim crop top.”
“Alright.” Bucky chuckles. “Let me make a couple calls.”
“I know this is going to sound crazy, but you just asked a literal stranger to marry you, so I’m assuming this is a safe space for crazy. But I-I think I’m already falling in love with you.”
“Me too, Doll.” Bucky murmurs. “Us together, it feels right. Like its destiny or something.”
“We’re insane, aren’t we?” You ask.
“Maybe a bit.” Bucky says, chuckling. “Now come one, let’s run away and get married.”
“Just us?” You ask.
“Just us, we’ll take picture to show our friends.” Bucky says, stretching his hand out for you to take.
“Alright.” You say, taking his hand. “Let’s get married.”
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“Y/n…”
“Gabriel…” You echoed, doing your best to ignore your boyfriend as you flipped through a lorebook. You kept the volume up on it’s spine, hoping that he might take a hint for once.
Today was clearly not that day as he threw himself across the library table on his back, golden eyes pleading as he stared up at you.
“Pleeeeeease?” He pouted. “It’s the one night a year you can be anybody you want to be. Play tricks. Get free candy.”
“You’re an archangel,” you reminded. “You can be whoever you want, whenever you want, conjure anything you want on a whim, and you play tricks on us all the time.”
He rolled over onto his stomach, holding up a finger at you. “That’s not the point.” He pushed the book face down on the table, smiling triumphantly when you didn’t fight him.
You folded your arms over your chest, pinning him beneath a look. “We are too old to be trick-or-treating. If we go out there without any kids, all we’ll get is dirty looks and attitude, if we’re lucky.”
“Oh real-ly?” He drew the second word out in a way that had your heart fluttering with uneasiness. You knew that tone. It always preceded some brilliant idea of his, where the brilliant was often debatable
“Gabriel --” the warning came too late as he snapped his fingers and the world melted around you in a blur. Your stomach lurched before you found yourself dropped outside somewhere on a patch of grass. Your feet hit the ground unexpectedly, and you would have ended up on your hands and knees if it wasn’t for a set of arms encircling you.
You almost screamed. You didn’t recognize the feel of the body pulling you against it, the frame far too lean, but the strength behind it was unmistakable. You spun around, still putting an extra step between you and what better have been your boyfriend, even though you were met by a completely different person.
Correction: not different, just much, much younger.
Your brows hit your hairline at the babyface in front of you. Your first question should have been what the hell happened to his vessel, except you couldn’t get past the rest of him to even question it.
“What are you wearing?” You blurted out, staring at the vintage camp T-shirt and what had to be the shortest pair of red shorts in existence.
“What? I thought we could do a couples theme.”
Your stared at him dumbfounded until a mirror appeared in his hand, and what you saw had your mind reeling again. You reached up, touching your cheek in disbelief. “How old am I?”
“We, my dear, don’t look a day over eighteen,” he said moving up beside you, “but that’s technically so I could still do this—” he smacked the back of your ass, causing you to let out a small yelp as you jumped forward “—without feeling like a creep.”
You rubbed the spot he’d just swatted as you took in the battered hockey mask perched on top of your head and the blood stained garments that had replaced your clothes. “Jason Vorhees? Really?”
“I figured you might like to be the monster, for once,” he grinned, giving you an expectant look. “What do you say?”
You pursed your lips, unsure of how you felt about the idea. The moment you caught the look on his face, however, your hesitance melted. Even his eyes looked younger, gold sparkling with such carefree excitement there was no way you could resist.
“Fine,” you agreed, his youthful energy infectious, coaxing a smile out of you. “But only if I get to chase you around with a fake chainsaw while you scream like a little girl.”
He clapped his hands together, an enthusiastic, “Alright!” escaping his lips right before he grabbed you by the arms and kissed you. “Have I told you that you’re the best girlfriend ever?”
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Short and Sweet
A/N: An anon request for a Spencer x Reader smut where it’s his first time and he’s having a hard time “keeping it.” He gets super embarrassed and nearly stops but the reader talks him through it and makes him feel better. Tells him that it’s totally normal. Then with a little encouragement, they have some fun. ;)
Warnings: Smut
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You stumbled into the bedroom, a mess of tangled limbs and heavy breaths when you collapsed onto the bed. When the two of you had started dating, Spencer had been very upfront. He was a virgin. Work always got in the way of a relationship, and between that and the fact that he really didn’t find anyone he felt was worth the while, he was a grown man who’d never been with a woman.
It didn’t matter to you.
Spencer was the whole package; he was kind, he was crazy intelligent, he was generous and funny. He was unabashedly nerdy, and despite everything that he’d gone through and seen throughout the course of his life, he’d managed to remain an optimistic human being. So what he hadn’t had sex?
He wanted to take things slowly. And that had been fine by you. He was worth the wait, but for the first time since you started dating four and a half months ago, something was happening that hadn’t before.
Just after a neighbor of yours passed to go up another floor, Spencer leaned in and kissed you, his lips soft and insistent against yours. You’d leaned into him, growing increasingly more needy for him the more you hung out together, but never wanting to pressure him. And then his hand reached for your doorknob.
Before taking him inside and riding him until the sun came up, you double checked to make sure he was okay with this and he’d said yes, so here you were, clothes flying across the room as you fell into the bed.
As you smiled against his skin, slick with a thin sheen of sweat, you bit his bottom lip and moaned into his mouth. He’d been so worth the wait. You could tell he was eager, his length pressing against your leg through the thin, but too thick for your liking boxers. His hips bucked into your heat, so little standing between you now. “Mmm, god, Spencer...”
His tongue made its way into your mouth, each breath he took giving new life, new purpose to your movements. You snaked your leg around his waist. All you wanted was to feel him. Moaning, he bent down to kiss you and suddenly, you felt a difference in movements. While before they’d been more need driven, now they were hesitant. “Spence, are you sure you want-,” you asked, feeling his length soften slightly against your leg.
“It’s not that,” he interrupted. “It’s-It’s...uh fuck. Forget it.”
Again he kissed you, and while his lips were intoxicating, you couldn’t let it go. He was losing it by the minute until suddenly he huffed and sat on the side of the bed.
Fearing you might’ve done something to push him toward something he didn’t want to do, you sat up and by his side. “Spencer what’s wrong? Talk to me?”
“It’s just...” He grunted in frustration and let his head drop into his hands.
Reassuringly, you linked your arm through his and leaned your head into his shoulder. “Spence, it’s okay if you’re not ready.” You just have to make use of one of your trusty toys this evening, but if it meant he wasn’t uncomfortable that was fine. “I don’t want you to do something you’re not ready for.”
“That’s not it,” he said quietly but emphatically. “I just...I’m nervous. Not because of you, but myself, like I won’t be good enough or something like that, and then that thought invaded my brain hence my body’s willingness to just give out on me.” He looked at his dick in exasperation and made you giggle. “After all this time, it’s failing me,” he smirked.
You kissed his cheek and ran your hand across the soft planes of his stomach. “Spence, I love you. You won’t be a disappointment to me. You’re knowledgable for one, and two, if I want something, you’re attentive, so I know you’ll listen.”
Spencer’s head had snapped in your direction. “You-You love me.”
Well shit. You hadn’t even realized that the words left your mouth.
“I do,” you smiled. He pressed a kiss to your lips, very chaste, nothing needy, but it drove a need in you.
“I love you too.”
Kneeling beside him, you took his face in your hands and kissed him forehead, his nose, his lips. “Then you won’t disappoint me. We can take it slow. And if you’re not ready we can wait. I want your first time to be something you’ll never forget.”
“It’s with you, so I’m sure I won’t.”
“I’m sure you say that to all your lovers,” you said sarcastically.
He snickered and wrapped his arms around your waist, his eyes glancing down your body and his gaze becoming dark again. “Just you.” Swallowing the lump in his throat, he followed you back down onto the bed, his lips trailing the vein in your neck. You closed your eyes against the feel of him and shivered when he ghosted his hand up your stomach and toward your chest to remove your bra.
You helped him along, reaching behind you and unhooking it, watching with a smirk as he gazed upon your bare breasts. “Like something you see?”
All he could do was nod, a blush still coming to his face despite the act you were about to engage in. Hungrily, he dipped his head to your nipple and took it into his mouth, rolling the bud around while you pushed your panties down and his own boxers off.
Slowly, he kissed down your torso before settling just above your sex. With two fingers, he separated your folds and began to lick and suck at the sensitive bundle of nerves. “Oh wow,” you gasped. You knew he was going to be good with his mouth. “There’s no way you learned this in a book.”
“I’m improvising,” he snickered, the vibrations sending a delicious shiver up your spine. Just as you’d thought, he tuned into your every movement, every buck of your hips, every gasp and expletive out of your mouth. He knew what he was doing and when and switched things up accordingly depending on what your body told him.
Finally, he took your clit into his mouth and provided a suction around it. Your hips bucked upward into his mouth and your hands tangled in his hair, pushing him into you. “Fuck! Oh my god.”
It was a short but intense orgasm. The best one you’d ever had honestly. When you looked down, he seemed pleased with himself. As he kissed his way back up your body, your arousal still on his lips, you could see his length, ready for you. He wasn’t having any problems anymore. “Take me, Spence.”
Despite the fact that this wasn’t your first time, he acted like it was, asking you if you were okay when he first started to push into you. “I’m good. More than good.” You grabbed his ass to emphasize your point and pulled him into you. Hearing him moan as he slipped inside you was one of the sexiest things you’d ever heard.
Once he was inside you, it was like something else took over him. His hips undulated rhythmically against you, his hand skating up your arm to entangle your fingers together. You’d never slept with someone who was a virgin before; there was something especially intimate about watching the emotions play across his face.
The muscles in his back rippled with each movement. His mouth dropped open as he buried himself inside you over and over again. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead with each thrust. His voice got stuck in his throat as he tried to think of all the things he wanted to say, too overwhelmed to get any of it out.
Bending down, he took your mouth in a heated kiss, whispering apologies that he wasn’t going to last long this first time around. “That’s okay,” you giggled, grabbing his butt. “Just let go. It’s okay.”
He was barely able to hold himself up at this point, his body covering yours, his entire weight covering you as he thrusted hard and fast toward his inevitable conclusion. Reaching down between you, you pressed your fingers to your clit and brought yourself to the brink along with him, crying out together just a minute or so later.
Wide-eyed and sweaty, he fell to your side and took a deep breath. “Oh my god. That’s what I’ve been missing?”
“I’ll take that as a good thing,” you said, smiling.
He took you off guard and pulled you on top of him. “Very good thing,” he replied as he kissed you. “I...wow. I’m sorry I didn’t last very long.”
“You of all people know that’s not uncommon for a first timer, my sexy genius.”
His carefree smile was the best reward you could’ve possibly asked for. “Care to help me build up my stamina?”
“It would be my pleasure.”
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Hello love can I get a #9 from the angst dabbles with Tony Stark please
Rains
Pairing: Tony x Reader
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There comes a point in life where you’re meant to make the hardest choices of your life, defining moments as they say. Well hardest choices also tend to teach you the biggest lessons. The only downside? They hurt, they cause the most amount of pain because they usually stem from the person you love the most in life.
Which brings you to now, as you stood on the deck of the Avengers Tower overlooking New York city as looming grey clouds gathered threatening to pour any minute, soon enough, they did. You watched the rain grow from a light drizzle to a heavy downpour, doing absolutely nothing to get yourself to a dry place.
You needed this. Needed to feel it all, the pain, heart-break and every emotion that came with the decision of breaking off your engagement with Tony Stark.
Seeing as the rain drenched you, the water hitting the rock at sat on your finger – the biggest goddamn diamond you had ever seen, watched the darkening sky and increasing intensity of the rain take away the shine of the stone along with every happy memory attached to it. It made you wish it would take away some of the gut-wrenching agony as well.
The doors slid open behind, you knew who it was as there was just one person crazy enough to join you outdoors in this weather, though this time it wasn’t going to be carefree dance in the rain.
“(Y/N)! Its pouring, what are you doing out here?” Tony yelled, his voice curtained by the torrential showers coming down at this point.
“Honey?”
You said nothing, knowing if you did his persuasive qualities would make you give in. He’d always done this, take you for granted and the minute things turned sour shower you with gifts or make it up to you in the bedroom. However, these methods could only last for so long, now they had reached the tipping point.
Willing your right hand to move and pull the piece of jewelry out, you turned your neck to watch him get closer before you placed the ring in his hand and wordlessly stormed inside; the cool rainwater contrasting against the hot tears that fell down your cheeks.
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Talk Loki To Me • Part Four
Businessman by day, someone else entirely by night… An AU where Tom Hiddleston isn’t a famous film actor. He’s just a normal guy, your roommate of two years. The two of you are really close and you think you know everything about him, until you discover his secret… He’s a popular erotic audio star, taking on the persona of Loki, a god hellbent on making you cum. And when you accidentally discover this secret of his, everything begins to change.
Pairing: Tom Hiddleston/Reader || Word Count: 1.2k || Rated M (18+)
Fuck fuck fuck.
Tom had totally caught you red handed. When you looked up at him after he'd startled a gasp out of you, his eyebrows were raised, a smirk playing on his lips.
He knew. He knew that you'd just masturbated to him and you were mortified. Not only that, but he wanted to talk. He wanted to sit and have fucking tea over it! Like it was a normal conversation!
“So.”
“So…” You stared down at your tea with flushed cheeks, unable to look at him.
“Do you have any questions, or…?” He asked, staring at you intently.
You took a sip out of your mug, mulling it over. Well yeah, you had questions. Plenty of them. More than you probably should. So, you settled for a basic one. “How long?”
“How long? Uhhh… Three years.”
“Jesus…” You breathed, taking another drink. He’d kept this from you from the start? “Why didn't you tell me, Tom?”
He smirked, “Just like you didn't tell me that you were listening to them?”
You pursed your lips, pushing away your embarrassment.
Tom sighed, “Alright, look. I was desperate for cash. My roommate and I weren't on the best of terms because he was skimping out on his payments and I just didn't make enough to keep paying part of his rent. And when I vented that to a friend of mine, she mentioned this website that she made a decent amount of money on and she could teach me, said I had the perfect voice for it. So I came up with this persona… Loki, as you know.” He smiled sheepishly.
You cleared your throat and blushed as he continued.
“And how could I tell you? What would I even say? Oh by the way, I make erotic audios? It never… It just never came up.” He laughed uncomfortably. “And what about you, little missy? Why didn't you tell me you knew?”
“For obvious reasons…” You mumbled. “Well, I've only known for about a week. And what was I supposed to say? Oh by the way, I listen to your erotic audios?” You mocked.
Tom laughed. “Well, yeah! And you should've done it over a candle lit dinner too. Somewhere fancy. Oh Tom, I'm your biggest fan!” He put on his best feminine voice and fluttered his eyelashes at you, resting his chin on the back of his hands.
You just stared at him and the two of you suddenly burst out laughing. And just like that, all the awkwardness fell away. You loved how everything was easy with him. You could literally talk to him about anything and it would all turn out fine. The rest of the conversation got easier and easier. You asked him questions about how it all worked and he answered them, not without cracking jokes but that's what made it so easy. He kept the mood light and carefree.
Over the next few weeks everything had begun to return back to normal. Well, sort of. You'd stopped listening to his audios once he caught you that night. You didn't like the idea that he knew you were listening to them, so you decided it was best to forget about it. You thought you’d be able to put it behind you, leave it alone. But it was a difficult thing to do when Tom, of all people brought it up again.
The question came out randomly. You weren't prepared, sitting there one morning, eating a bowl of cereal. You choked on the spoonful you'd just put in your mouth. Tom rubbed your back, patting it a few times, before continuing on like he hadn't almost killed you.
“So, will you do it?”
“You want me to what?” You weren't sure you heard him clearly.
“I need you to listen to this audio before I even think about posting it. It’s a bit different than my usual stuff… I received a request and I want to make sure it's what they wanted.” He took in the hesitation on your face and came behind you, rubbing your shoulders. “C'mon, I need a female's perspective.”
“I don’t know, Tom…” You bit your lip, fighting back a moan when he squeezed a particularly good spot on your shoulder. “Won't it be awkward? And b-besides, I don't know anything about that kind of stuff.”
“Aw, it won't be. You're just a friend helping out another friend… Hey! Remember a few weeks ago when I let you borrow my laptop and you said you'd owe me?”
Damn. You'd forgotten about that.
“You said anything.” He reminded you.
You sighed in defeat. “Alright, fine. But I'm not sure how helpful I'm going to be.”
“You don't need to be an expert, love. Just give me your honest opinion and tell me if it works.” He kissed your cheek. “Honestly, you're the best. I have to go to work, but tonight? Will you help me then?”
Your skin tingled from the contact. “Yeah… sure, Tom.”
“Okay, I'll see you later, then. I'll even cook you dinner! Spaghetti?”
You smiled nervously, “Sounds great. Have a nice day at work.”
Tom grabbed his briefcase and set off to work, leaving you with your anxious thoughts about your arrangement later. A groan escaped your lips and you dropped your head into your hands. What have you gotten yourself into?
You thought about it all day at work. You were distracted, you could barely focus. Nerves swirled around in your stomach as you thought about listening to him again, and he would know exactly when. And you would have to give feedback.
You took the tube home and walked the rest of the way, taking your time. Not like putting it off will do any good. You were only prolonging the inevitable. Just do it and get it over with. This was Tom. You weren't sure if that was necessarily a good thing. You knew he wouldn't treat this as a big deal, but it didn't make it any less embarrassing.
When you got back to the flat, it smelled amazing. The scent of garlic and tomato sauce flooded your senses and you couldn't help but drool. Tom was a good cook and he made the best spaghetti.
He had a glass of wine out and ready for you in a glass. Soft, classical music was playing, the table was set and the stove timer was buzzing, signaling the food being ready.
You watched him finish up the cooking, taking the garlic bread out of the oven carefully and setting it on the counter, he checked the noodles to make sure they were cooked enough. He stirred the sauce and took a sip to taste.
Tom glanced over at you once he noticed you were there, through his steamy lenses and smiled as he adjusted his glasses on his nose out of habit, even though they were right where they should be. “Hey, you! Dinner is almost ready, so take your shoes off and relax!”
God, he was cute.
He was still wearing his clothes from work, minus the jacket. His white buttoned shirt sleeves were rolled up, and his pants were so fitted, it showed off every… curve… that he had...
How had you never realized just how attractive he was?
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She Sparkled in the Stars
A/N: An anon request for a Spencer x Reader where they’ve been best friends forever and are co-workers at the BAU. At JJ and Will’s wedding, he sees her dressed up for the first time ever and he has no idea how to feel because he’s feeling something different.
Here’s the dress I pictured the reader in.
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“Where is Y/N?” Garcia asked excitedly, teetering over toward him with her mile-high heels. How she wasn’t sinking into the grass was a miracle.
It was like Y/N to be ‘fashionably late,’ but this was also JJ’s wedding so hopefully she’d get here soon. “She said she’s five minutes out. Hopefully, she doesn’t hit traffic.”
Garcia was worried. Spencer wasn’t. Y/N was always there for anything important. It wasn’t like her to miss things. But she was a procrastinator at heart so-
“Y/N!” Garcia screamed and ran toward the gate to Rossi’s backyard. With everything that had happened the day before, Rossi had allowed JJ and Will to use his house on short notice. When he glanced toward the gate, he saw her.
Wow.
She was wearing a short red dress. Normally, she rocked the what she called “bumming” outfit. Honestly, he wasn’t sure he’d ever seen her dressed up before - at least not to this extent.
He’d always appreciated her natural beauty. She was the perfect package, beautiful, funny, strong, but Spencer had never felt romantic toward her. It baffled his friends and family, who said over and over again that they were perfect for each other. But he’d never felt it.
Now...
He wasn’t sure what he was feeling.
She was always smiling. Even through the hell they went through, she managed to remain positive, but right now her smile could’ve been seen for miles. There was a radiating warmth in my stomach that started the moment I looked at her.
The red dress she wore accentuated her frame perfectly. It was red and lacy, the skirt flaring out toward the bottom. As she twirled to show Penelope, he got a glimpse of her legs. Her hair was half up half down and she wore a simple pair of earrings. At the top of the dress, there was a sheer red piece as she never had liked having her chest seriously exposed. Spence, the ladies need to be held in.
She was carefree and it was beautiful. He didn’t get to see her like this that often.
He glanced downward at the floor. For some reason he was frozen in place, unable to do anything but look on toward the beautiful spectacle in front of him. “Spence!” She made her way over to him and wrapped her arms around him. He never recoiled from her; he was always comfortable hugging her, but something in him was screaming to move away. What the hell was wrong with him?
“Hey, Y/N,” he said softly. “Glad...glad you made it on time.”
“You know I’d never miss JJ’s wedding. You okay?”
Oh no. She could tell something was wrong. “Yea-why, why wouldn’t I be?”
“I don’t know,” she laughed. “You just seem a bit preoccupied.”
“No I’m good.”
She eyed him warily, wondering whether or not he was truly okay but thankfully deciding not to press it. Later on, she’d probably question him again, but right now, they all just wanted to revel in JJ’s happiness.
They’d known each other for five years. Never had he looked at her in any other way than that of a friend - his best friend, but still, just a friend. But as the night wore on, he found himself transfixed by her. She was floating from person to person, engaging in conversation and listening attentively, like they were the only person she cared about in that moment. Her laugh rang freely through his ears. He was even getting jealous.
When she went to talk to Morgan, he must’ve said something to make her laugh, and when she put her hand on his arm, Spencer felt this hollow pang in his gut that he’d never experienced before.
Briefly, the confusion went away as JJ and Will were married. Honestly, it felt like they’d been married forever. Henry was his favorite kid in the whole word and he truly couldn’t picture JJ without Will or Will without JJ at this point in time.
“Spence? Seriously are you okay?” Y/N asked. Apparently, he’d drifted off. “You are spacey today.”
“Sorry, d-did you say s-something?” He didn’t stutter in front of her. Never had. What the hell was happening to him?
Chuckling, she grabbed his arm and pulled him toward the makeshift dance floor. “I said you have to dance with me.”
“I can’t dance.”
“Neither can I, but I wanna dance so dance with me.”
As the shuffled back and forth awkwardly above the floor, he caught a slight hint of the perfume she was wearing - light and floral, almost mirroring her attitude here tonight. Her hair had gotten somewhat mussed up from the night’s activities, but she was still as beautiful as the moment she’d walked in through the gate. When she looked up at him, her one hand snaked around his neck with the other firmly planted in his own, he found himself saying something he hadn’t expected to voice out loud. “You look beautiful tonight.”
“Thank you, Spence,” she replied, blushing and averting his gaze. “It’s nice to get dressed up every now and then.”
“It’s n-not that you don’t always look nice...it’s just...it’s just. Something different I guess.” Although he felt the need to distance himself from his awkwardness, he didn’t, instead spinning her around and pulling her back. “I should stop talking.”
She laid her head against his chest. “It’s okay, Spence. You don’t have to.”
“I’m just not normally so awkward around you.”
Giggling, she looked up, her eyes mirroring the stars overhead. “We’ve known each other for five years, why am I making you nervous?”
“I don’t know!” He exclaimed softly. “It doesn’t make any sense.”
“Spence, do you...like me?”
“No. Yes! Maybe? I don’t know. I just know that when you walked in tonight I felt differently than I had before. And when you touched Morgan’s arm earlier I wanted to separate you. Honestly, I need to stop talking. Can you just shut me up and forget any of this was ever said? I don’t want to ruin things.” His heart was racing. He felt like he wanted to vomit. He was about to screw up one of the best friendships he’d ever had.
Standing up on her tiptoes, she kissed his cheek. “What if I don’t want to forget it?”
“Do you...like me?”
Around them, everyone was dancing and having a good time, not paying attention to the awkwardness in their midst. “I’ve always liked you. I mean as a friend, but you’re smart and kind and definitely not bad to look at-”
“Wait you think I’m attractive?”
“Of course I do, Spence. Most women do, you just can’t see it because your self esteem was shattered by assholes as a child.”
Spencer let out a laugh at her frankness. “That’s true. Maybe you can come over sometimes this week and we can talk about it? Us? Whatever this is?”
“I’d like that. But for now, I think you should just hold me.”
“That I can do.”
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