#it's held back by the unfortunate ''necessity'' to make sure people want to spend money on her | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

ericssmile · 4 years

Text

let me adore you || eric.n

warning(s): reader being an absolute clutz; swearing; really not that much tbh; oh yeah, and even more shit writing

pairing: eric nam x reader

genre: friends-to-lovers; fluff; maybe some angst if you look close enough; a little bit of crack

author: @ericssmile

summary: to put it simple, you and Eric are best friends who, of course, both have feelings for one another, but are just too darn scared to say anything about it (or just won’t admit to it)

word count: 4.2k

Part One of ??

a/n: I am so sorry... this is probably shite but oh well 😅

||𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝙷𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚂𝚝𝚢𝚕𝚎𝚜' 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝙰𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚈𝚘𝚞 (𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚡𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚒 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚘)||

Shit. Shit! SHIT!

How, and I mean how could this happen to all people?? One minute you were in San Francisco with your handbag that literally had EVERY essential and necessity of yours, like for one, your phone and wallet! Two things that you need to oh, I don’t know, survive?! And then the next thing, you were in Sydney Australia without it.

You left your shit in another country. That’s all the way on the other side of the fricken planet.

Great. Fucking fantastic.

Now some bastard probably found it and is spending all your god damn money and doing only god knows what with your phone. Not like they could do much with it, cause after all, there is a password on it.

Oh fuck! Shit. Fuck. Crap! Without your phone you can’t cancel your damn bank accounts. Well.. there goes all of your savings.

Just think to yourself right now; was it really worth going on tour with your best friend who happens to be Eric Nam? In a way, yes it’s worth it cause um, hello, travelling for free? Who could say no to that?

A mad person that’s who.

Eric and you had become instant friends when you first went over to Korea to study abroad. You were extremely nervous and a little scared, as you had moved to a completely different country, where you would have to learn a new language to be able to understand some things and be by yourself. No family. No friends. Just you.

2nd June, 2011

The streets were quiet. The breeze oh so nice, and so very calming. Felt like a new beginning. Well, it pretty much was. You did move to a whole new country after all. A country where you barely spoke the language and only knew bits and pieces of the culture, but you’d learn the longer you lived in Korea.

You were walking along the streets of Seoul, taking everything in. The way that the streets looked at night; you stopped every now and then to take it all in, even to window shop (even though the shops were shut, but window shopping never hurt anyone).

When you finished unpacking all your items from their required boxes, you were feeling quite peckish and had remembered seeing a little convenience store on the way to your apartment. Luckily it wasn’t that far from your place, so you had loaded up your ‘Google Maps’ app on your phone, letting it be your guide to what will be your new local store. And that leads to now. On a slow stroll to find something to eat.

Letting out a deep, yet tired sigh, you kept on walking, looking down at your phone every now and then to see how close you were to the store. And soon enough, the bright green and blue lights came into your line of vision which was soon followed by a rather loud rumble from your tummy.

As you walked closer to the store, you locked your phone and placed it in your jacket pocket and your hands placed in the back pocket of your jean shorts. You watched your feet lead the way, the lights getting brighter and brighter with every step. Every now and then, you avoid the cracks, cause ya know, ‘step on a crack and you break your mama’s back’. Although you never believed it, you just simply did it out of pure boredom.

And even though you had been watching your feet, you still managed to trip over something and lose your footing completely. It was like slow motion. Like how you’d see it in the movies and cruddy, predictable as fuck tv shows.

As you were falling, you took notice of a slightly tall figure in front of you, dashing his way towards you to prevent you from falling flat on your face.

But, he too eventually tripped over his own footing and somehow managed to land on the pavement just before you. Unfortunately for him though, you had fallen directly on him.

What a way to start your new life in Korea!

As you landed on top of the man, he let out a loud groan of pain. That alone was enough to send you into a slight panic; the thought of you actually hurting someone? Yeah, that just doesn’t sit right with you. You could barely hurt a fly! Now, spiders on the other hand… they’re a different story.

You let out a small squeak of shock, trying your hardest to push yourself off of the stranger without hurting him even more than you already have.

“Oh my gosh! I am so, so sorry!” You say frantically, finally getting back onto your feet. You held your hands out to the stranger , offering to help him back up. “Shit!” you cursed under your breath, slightly freaking out and wondering if this man even understood you or not.

But really, you had nothing to worry about. Though you were too much in a frantic headspace today even comprehend the soft smile and quiet giggle the stranger let out as he got back to his feet. With your assistance of course.

And there you were. Face to face with the stranger you literally saved you from ruining your face. Not gonna lie, he was pretty cute. Quite tall too. Well, really, for you any guy who’s over 5’0 is taller than you.

“I am so, sorry.” The words came out slow, in hopes that the stranger could speak and understand even the tiniest bit of English; your eyes as wide as a doe, still in a panic that somehow you could’ve severely injured the cute stranger.

To your surprise, the man chuckled and smiled wide. Gosh, even his smile was to freaking die for. Like seriously, it’s so perfect? How? But seeing this has calmed down your nerves a little bit. You watched as he ran his fingers through his dark brown hair, his smile never fading away. “It’s okay, honestly.” As he spoke, he made direct eye contact with you and shrugged his shoulders slightly. But God, even his freaking voice was literal heaven. “I kinda brought it on myself really.”

Are you sure you’re not dead? Cause this man is like a living angel.

You laughed softly and smiled, watching as he rubbed the back of his neck out of embarrassment. At least you assume it’s because of that. Moving towards him, you nudge your shoulder against his, smiling even more. “How about we just say that it’s both our faults and admit that we’re both a clutz.” You compromised, raising your eyebrows as you watch the strangers reaction.

You watched as he pondered over his answer for a few seconds, his hand resting under his chin and his pointer finger tapping above his upper lip, like as if he was actually thinking long and hard over his answer. And not a second later, his wide and contagious smile was back, and this time, his hand held out towards you. “Deal.” He says, his eyes watching you. He noticed your eyes light up and how you brought your right hand up to meet his hand, your small, delicate fingers wrapping around his surprisingly soft hand.

As you shook the man's hand, you decided in your head that now was probably a good time to introduce yourself, otherwise this could probably get slightly awkward. “I’m Y/N, by the way.” You smiled, continuing to shake his hand.

You felt him squeezing your hand gently, bringing his other hand on top of yours so then he’s holding your hand with both of his. The action almost made your heart combust. Can this man get any cuter? He smiled once again, making eye contact with you and this time, you could literally see the stars from the night sky shine in them.

“I’m Eric.” He spoke so softly, as if he was lost in a trance of some kind. All you wanted to do in that moment was just take it all in. Remember his smile; remember his sparkling eyes; and most importantly, remember his voice. Cause who knows when you’ll be able to see this man- Eric, again.

You reluctantly let go of Eric’s hand, forever wanting to stay in this moment. All though you just met this man, it almost felt as if it was… destiny. Like as if a Guardian Angel has sent him your way. You could still feel his touch on your skin. Jesus Christ. The fuck is this man doing to your sanity?

“Well, in that case, it was an honour falling for you Eric.” You remarked, a playful tint to your voice and your eyes full of mischief.

Eric cackled loud. So loud that the whole neighbourhood could probably hear him. But you didn’t mind. It was a sound that you most definitely could get used to. It was a contagious kind of laughter, so of course you had to join in.

The laughter lasted for about a minute or two; you doubled over and almost tripped over again because of how hard you were laughing. The comment wasn’t even that funny but Eric’s laugh just made it all the more funny.

Once the both of you calmed down a bit, you smiled wide; Eric doing the same. He chuckled softly to himself, moving his hands to his back pockets and says: “Well Y/N, I could say the same about you.” And for some reason, that comment alone had a whole heard of butterflies fly wild in the pit of your stomach.

You watched as Eric stood closer to you; a whole bunch of scenarios running through your head. Is he going to rob you? Was he faking being all nice just to take advantage of you? As if he would do that… the dude barely looks like he could hurt a fly.

But all the bad scenarios went forgotten once you felt his arm wrap around your shoulders, ultimately making you freeze on the spot and your eyes to widen. But oddly enough, you didn’t feel uncomfortable. Normally if any other person did that to you -if you got a real bad vibe from them- you would instantly snatch the persons arm off of you. One time you pulled someone’s arm so hard you heard it crack.

You don’t know what it is but there’s just something so different about Eric. Maybe it’s just him, but it just felt like you’ve known him for years even though it’s only been 10 minutes. But there’s just something… special about Eric; like as if he was sent to you. It’s probably just crazy talk. But you have a good feeling that something great will come out of this interaction.

“Say Y/N,” Eric spoke softly, his gentle voice bringing you back to reality. You smile softly, feeling his left hand squeeze your left shoulder out of comfort and turn your full attention onto him. “Are you by any chance Australian?”

Present Day

“Y/N, it’s not that bad.“ Eric reassures unconvincingly, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and bringing you closer to him as you both walk off the plane together. “I mean, sure, it was a dumb move to forget your bag in another country-“ You slap his chest, glaring up at him. He winces, using his free hand to rub over the area you just hit. With the hand that was around your shoulder, he playfully pinched your skin, causing you to flinch slightly, and removed it with a pout forming on his lips.“That was rude. I didn’t even get to finish my sentence.”

“Go on then.” Rolling your eyes, you rub the spot that stung from Eric’s pinch, forming a pout of your own as you tried to match your pace with Eric’s feet.

Eric smiles softly to himself as he watches you. “But, because of that little incident, why don’t I buy you a new phone?” Your sudden halt in movement concerned the poor boy. As you slowly turned around to face him, you could see slight fear in his eyes. Good. You thought to yourself. He should be scared.

What Eric wasn’t expecting was for you to smack him in the back of the head like as if he was back in high school and his parents found out he did something wrong. All he did was offer you a new phone! The one thing he knew you couldn’t live without!

“You will do no such thing Eric Nam.” Your voice was low and stern, trying to make sure that you got your point across to him. You crossed your arms across your chest, jaw clenched. Although you thought you looked tough, to Eric, you just looked really freaking constipated. Of course you were going to be stubborn about it. Be your own Independent Woman or some crap you always say when you lose something of yours.

Taking cautious steps towards you, his gentle hands reaching for your face, squishing your cheeks together. He cooed and laughed to himself and looked into your eyes. “Y/N,” he sighs, a victorious smile on his lips. “No matter what you say, I’m getting you a phone. Whether you like it or not sweet cheeks.” Eric pats your cheek, blows you a kiss and speeds walk ahead of you like his life depended on it.

All you could do was stand there, shake your head and mumble incoherent words that not even you could understand.

“Eric! Stop! Don’t you dare even think of buying me a phone you shit!” You were not gonna let him buy you a phone. No matter the circumstances.

“Thank you Eric! You’re my life saviour Eric! You’re the bestest friend ever Eric!”

“Shut up shithead.”

Eric was right though. He really was your saviour. He knows how much you loved your phone. You’re practically glued to it 24/7. Most of the time he gets concerned, but it keeps you occupied so he’d leave you be. You won’t tell him he was right though. You still have some sort of ego to keep.

“Besides, I don’t even sound like that.” You roll your eyes, trying to drown out the sound of Eric’s high pitched voice that was supposed to be the way your voice sounded. If anything, it was just offensive in your opinion. You don’t sound like a barbie wannabe.

Eric just laughs, a proud smile on his face. At this point he’s surprised that his mouth hasn’t fallen off with the amount that he’s laughed and smiled today. Must be some kind of record for him. He sighs and notices the car that his manager was driving parked in front of the phone store. His eyes widened as he grabbed your hand, the movement almost causing you to drop your brand new phone as he basically dragged you to the black sedan.

You both hopped into the back, you sitting near one window and him on the other. You rest your head on the back of the seat, smiling to yourself and turn your focus over onto your best friend. The fact that you get to be in your home country with him, just makes this all the more special.

“Welcome home Y/N” You giggle softly, the reality of this all hitting you. You were home. You were back home. Sure you had come to Australia for Christmas (and let’s just say, going from -3 to 35 Celsius is just a lot to get used to) and to see your mum on Mother’s Day to surprise her, but those were all short visits that only lasted at least 3 days. This time, it’ll be a week. A whole week that you get to see your mum, sister, brother and nieces and nephews who you adored so much.

Welcome home indeed.

a/n: here is part one of my Eric Nam story! I thought it’d be best if I split it into parts so then it doesn’t draw on and on with nonsense. But I hope you guys like it and look forward to the next part! I promise it will be more interesting. This is just a start to introduce the characters and how they met and all that jazz.

©ericssmile, 2020; please don’t copy my work without permission or at all

#eric nam #eric nam x reader #kpop x reader #nam yoondo #nam yoondo x reader #eric nam fluff #eric nam fic #nam yoondo fluff #nam yoondo fic #idk what else to tag #also...#can you believe ive had this eric nam fic idea since march?

86 notes · View notes

knightthunderis · 4 years

Text

Ch 8 Tours and History Lessons

Byron knew that this commoner had him over a barrel. Without her, he, Malachi and House Blanchard were out of the running. She was certainly not like any commoner he had ever come across besides Derrick Werner and his sister Serephine. She did not negotiate terms like a commoner or a waitress. She spoke like a CEO and there was something about the way she presented herself that actually made him afraid of her. She radiated power and strength. She held herself in a stance of power and she knew it, she owned it and radiated it. As he looked her over, he noticed her crest pin and recognized who it represented. He had to agree to listen to and follow through on her terms if he wanted House Blanchard to survive this Social Season. He sighed and then met Reimeiko’s eyes before speaking. “Alright Lady Reimeiko, what are your ground rules and terms.” the duke asked.

“Well first off I know that you recognize the crest I wear, so you now know who I really am.” Reimeiko started.

“Yes, Reimeiko Christyne Amaryllis Thunderis, Crown Princess of the kingdom of Thunderia.” Byron said. “The eldest child of Thor and Kyiandra Thunderis. But we will get into that later. Now to your rules and regulations?”

“The rules and regulations are as follows.” Reimeiko said. “One, the word commoner is not to pass anyone’s mouth anymore. You people spout it off like it is a vulgar word and it is not. Except for a twist of fate, you could have been born into a common family and there is nothing wrong with them. Two, you will not talk down to me or treat me like I am inferior to you, you have to earn respect to gain it. Three, no matter what happens, what I say goes no if, ands or buts about it. I have spent my whole life being trained to be a queen, warrior, defender, protector, wife and mother. I know the rules of court and customs and how to conduct myself as such so only if I need your knowledge elsewhere will I ask for it. Four, the titles will only be engaged during these formal affairs no where else. Titles do not make the person, it is how they act around others that makes them or breaks them. Five, there will be straight up honesty if this is going to continue. You know who I am, where I fit in and where I come from. There will be no secrets here between us. If I detect any falsehood or misinterpretation on your part, I will sever my connection to the both of you right then and there and there will be no turning back. There will more than likely be more rules that come up but for now these are a start. Are we agreed?”

“Agreed.” Byron and Malachi said. Reimeiko sensed sincerity and honesty in both men and breathed a sigh of relief.

“Alright, now I want the full story from you about what is really going on with your house and family.” Reimeiko said, “I want the truth, no embellished fabrication.”

“Alright, like I said.” Byron replied sadly. “Perhaps Malachi did not fully explain what is going on, but I will. While he has been around the prince, I have been back here doing the real work of running the house and estate. And that is where you come in, but considering everything you brought to light, maybe we should reconsider our options. You do not need us sponsoring you considering where you come from.”

“No, the sponsorship is a good cover,” Reimeiko said. “Just like my waitress cover at Russo’s. ThunderStarUniversal will cover you financially for now, but because of the delicacy of this investigation I can not reveal everything yet. I think there is more on your family’s financial strain than just old man Barnaby’s excessive spending. Your finances will be covered in other ways for you two alone. I have my suspicions about what is going on but until I have proof I really need you to trust me.”

“It is something we could use right now actually because we are kind of well very broke.” Malachi added. “I know I overstep but she said there was to be complete honesty and since she is representing our house, we can trust her because she is trusting us.”

“There is no shame in being broke.” Reimeiko said. “I have been there. As long as you have the necessities in life everything else does not matter. I guess that explains why I had to buy my own outfits and I guess I will be buying everything I will need here including the gown for the masquerade. But that is okay. As the Princess of Thunderia, I do have help in the financial situation in more ways than one.”

“Unfortunately that is precisely so.” Byron replied. “We can only afford the bare minimum. No one outside House Blanchard knows how bad things really are for us.”

“Cecil is in this upto his ears and we have to know why and how.” EnDaryien said. “Reimeiko, using your Knight Thunder powers, do you sense anything out of the ordinary so far?”

“Maybe it is your former brother in law’s presence that is making me uneasy, but I am not sure.” Reimeiko thought. “I will keep digging to find it all. He is married to Seidre’s twin sister Coradae. I am sure that she will remember Reimeiko uh, I mean me.” Aloud, she asked. “Do you get money if I end up marrying the prince?”

“Not directly.” Byron replied. “But we can leverage the prestige to great effect. It would be best to get that leverage before others found out our situation. In the circles we run in, if word got out about our financial ruin, it would be a major scandal. but our name is still worth something here in the royal line.”

“Their financial ruin is due to Barnaby’s major spending.” Marco said through the earpiece. “According to reports, he is in a coma in a major hospital in the West Indies.”

Reimeiko switched to Thunderian. “I think that ought to be checked out. Something tells me that if this coma is for real then he would not be squandering the family fortune and there would be receipts of the purchases.”

“I will check right into that and send a small group to check out the hospital that Barnaby is supposedly in.” Marco said.

“At the very least, we can introduce you to the right people and get you invitations to the right events.” Malachi replied. “We can offer you a first rate education in the ways of court, starting with your wardrobe and branching out from there.”

“What did I just say about an education?” Reimeiko asked. “I know more about the ways of court and warfare than any of those so-called women in this court. I am about to show those snobs up when I win Karyson back and get to the bottom of this mystery. And what is wrong with what I am wearing? I will have you remember this is the formal uniform of the houses of Thunderia and Galaxia and I represent both.”

“I guess one could consider it well, unconventionally adventurous.” Byron offered. “The point is whether or not you dress the part. Now it is time to start memorizing the lineage of each great house. No wait. Perhaps it is more urgent to educate you on silverware from the least to the most obscure. You may dress the part but you also need to play it.”

“Byron, breathe.” Reimeiko ordered. “I am up-to-date on courtly maneuvers, table etiquette, manners, wine tasting, various dinner conversations and otherwise. Furthermore, I was at the top of my class when it came to memorizing and knowing the lineage of all of the kingdoms in and around the Universal Alliance. I know everything there is to know about your kingdom’s various great houses and that is including yours.”

“Hey, Byron, let us not scare Reimeiko off. She just got here.” Malachi replied. “We should show her the more fun side of living here. I was going to take her on a tour of the palace.”

“Yes, I suppose that it would not do for Reimeiko to get lost or worse,” Byron gulped. “cause an international incident by walking into the wrong room. But the lessons--”

“Maybe while we are on the tour,” Malachi added. “You can talk about the royals of the past or something. Teach while we are on the tour. I know that you can walk and talk at the same time.”

“I hope that you mean the distinguished history of the kingdoms.” Byron replied. “What do you say to a tour guide, Reimeiko? Do you want to see all that the palace has to offer?”

“I would be delighted.” Reimeiko said. “I am a learning sponge. I am ready for everything you wish to teach me. Although, I know everything there is to know about all of the Universal Alliance kingdoms.”

“Yeah, totally radical.” Malachi gushed. “I do not even know where to start, but it does not matter since we are going to see everything.”

“Oh heaven help me.” Byron sighed. “Now the first stop is the dining room. The Ruby dining room was built in the seventeen hundreds and is a display of the kingdom’s great wealth. Everything you see here is made of the finest materials and by artisans at the top of their trade. This room is most renowned for hosting the terms of the peace treaty between Thaddea and the as of yet burgeoning country of Armentaria.”

“Armentaria is well known for its overload of military might and the royal family’s brute force.” Reimeiko chimed. “The present queen Elisha is quite the stuck up little twerp, acting like she is higher and more powerful than anyone else around, but she is also arrogant, spoiled, self-centered, conceited, rude and very obnoxious.”

“You seem to speak from having experienced meeting her somewhere along the way in your life and travels.” Byron acknowledged.

“Unfortunately yes.” Reimeiko said. “I mean, granted, as young as she was at the time, she really had and has no idea how much bigger, stronger, and more powerful the Universal Alliance is compared to her fleet. Her husband is a big blowhard who is all talk and no real action. He talks a big game and can dish it out but he can never take it. He is all big and bad when he is in the lead and is pushing people around, but if the tables get turned on him or someone calls his bluff and takes him down, he runs off like the hounds of hell are on his tail.”

“Wow. Now that is what I call calling them like you see them.” Malachi said gushing. “You really are the Princess of Thunderia and the leader of the Universal Alliance.”

#thunderstaruniversalenterprises #kingliam2019 #texaskitten30 #knightthunderis #trrliam #ao719 #glaimtruelovealways

2 notes · View notes

haydenandtrish · 5 years

Text

Welcome to Paris, the grandest city in the world.

Remember everything that you have ever heard, now forget it all. Because the city we are about to tell you about is far greater than you will ever expect and more incredible than what anyone can ever describe. It has history. It has monument after monument. It has beauty and detail. It is the city of love. It is the city of lights. It is Paris.

Yes, it can be dirty, but it’s not from neglect. Yes, it’s a city proud to be French and yes, some may hate this, but a Parisians arrogance comes from a place of deep love and pride for their heritage. However, If you try, they will too.

All I can recommend for you to do is to allow yourself to get lost with an open mind and an appreciation for all things. We did. And what we discovered was incredible. Here, let us show you.

Montmartre

For accommodation, we stayed at the Le Mont Clair, a hostel in the 18th Arrondissement of Paris. This area is also known as the village of Montmartre, made famous by artists such and Vincent Van Gogh and Picasso, who both called it home at one point in time. Originally it was farmland for the peasants who were kicked out of the newly renovated Paris in the 1870’s - after a 17-year facelift. The redesign was commissioned by the then Emporer Napoleon III who declared Paris to be too small, too dirty, too overcrowded and too smelly. An already accomplished man of his time by the name of Barron Haussman was who the emperor tasked with the mammoth job. I will not get into the controversy that still surrounds the decision to completely change the city, but in my opinion, it was a necessary decision that helped stop the spread of diseases and added a new level of elegance that we now get to admire. An addition that set this renovation apart was the sewer system that was put in place then and is still used to this day. For a more in-depth description read here, it’s incredibly interesting how it all works.

The (not so) funny thing is, the people who were banished were the bodies who did the physical labour that transformed the city. Unfortunately, with over 20,000 buildings torn down, roads widened and a completely new sewage system put in place, there was no room left for them. So the rich stayed put and the poor were exiled to the lands just outside the main area. However, the city continued to grow and the space became a necessary area for more housing during an era where exponential growth was experienced. Now it is a beautiful addition on the outer skirts of Paris with much to see and do.

We explored Montmartre during our second day. what captivates us about this area - and all of Paris really - is that every single street is so innately beautiful with their detailed stone buildings and wrought iron balconies. Look up, you will not be disappointed.

I was also surprised at how up and down the cobblestone terrain was – so be prepared for that. From our hostel we walked directly up to a cafe called La Maison Rose - a walk filled with fantastic views along the way. We continued down some of the prettiest streets we had ever seen, all pink, green and white with vines covering the houses.

It seemed only fitting to stop into one of the many cafes and try the local cuisine in this eclectic part of town. We were seated and served and all we ordered was 6 garlic snails, a plate of fries, a beer and champagne. Like I’ve said before, we’re backpacking… so money mindfulness is necessary, but we still want to experience things. The verdict? To me they tasted like a garlicky oyster, Hayden agreed and says “I would only eat an oyster Kilpatrick and I would only eat a snail with garlic butter”. Fair enough.

We walked past many art galleries, and one artist we want to mention is Andre Martins De Barros. If we were not travelling for so long, I am positive we would have bought something. Being unable to take pictures of the artwork directly, we elected to take one of the artist’s website. So please feel free to check it out if you have the time, or better yet, if you are in the area visit the gallery. Here are two websites to check out his art: https://www.artmajeur.com/amartinsdebarros

http://amdbartiste.free.fr/

Our walk led us to the Sacre – Coeur Basilica, a beautiful sanctuary sitting atop the hillock of Montmartre. We walked the 222 steps to the bottom and unfortunately, we didn’t escape unscathed. Hayden was haggled into spending 3 Euro on some cotton bracelet. Admittedly, it was pretty cool because the man used three pieces of string and made the bracelet right then and there. But the hagglers are a little full on and it was a waste of money – he’s still wearing it though.

The bottom of the steps led to a number of little side streets full of restaurants, shops and chocolate stores. We got a bargain on a Lindt chocolate bunny as it was just after Easter. We would highly recommend exploring this area, it’s simply a nice little touristy part of town.

Later that night we ventured out of the Montmartre area and visited the Eiffel Tower. The experience was so special to me, I want to leave that story for another time. All I will say here is every part of it was incredible and so worth my lifetime wait.

The Moulin Rouge is also located in this area. We will not give any spoilers away, instead, here’s the website, splurge on an activity and get prepared for the most tasteful, artistic, dreamy burlesque show you will ever see. I mean, you can’t really be surprised, it is the birthplace of burlesque after all. There are cheaper options around and although I haven’t seen them for myself, I cannot imagine them living up to the extravagance that is Moulin Rouge. We cannot recommend it enough.

There are so many things to see on this side of town so if you are up for it then most definitely make the hike to the 18th ARR, either on your own or with a tour guide. The tour company we went with during our last day also does one of the Montmartre area and if it’s anything like the one we experienced, I’m sure it will be worth the Euros. I will leave their details further down. For now, we’ll continue on to another area.

Champs Elysees

We were told by a lovely fellow traveller that on the 1stSunday of every month theChamps Elysees avenue is open only to pedestrians. Luckily enough, it happened to fall on the Sunday we were in town. Just like that, our plans were sorted. We headed off in the general direction of that avenue, with stops along the way of course.

The avenue its self is beautiful. Wide sidewalks path the way for a window shoppers dream. Glass lines the buildings, gold adorns the entrances and bellmen are ready to greet you at the front.

If you can ball then Avenue Montaigne may be the place for you. Every designer shop is somewhere down there. But just walking down it and appreciating the wealth was enough for us.

A few monuments we came across included: Palais Garnier (Le’Opera House) Just go see it, it is such an incredible building. And if you get to see a show there, I’m already jealous.

Arc de Triumph An arc that was commissioned at the beginning of the 1800’s and completed in 1836 is dedicated to the celebrations of Napoleon I great army. After each victory they would march into the city and straight under the arc, all the way to the kings palace (which is now the Louvre).

Luxor Obelisk An ancient Egyptian obelisk that is placed in the centre of Place de la Concorde - one of the most famous traffic circles in the world. The triangular shaped needle is said to date back 3,300 years and is one of the oldest monuments within Paris.

We will note that on this day the main destination we had in the back of our minds was the Pantheon. Unfortunately, we never did make it there during our stay, we just kept getting sidetracked. The furthest we got was the Louvre, but I’ll address that further down because we visited it again during our tour. I cannot stress enough how huge Paris is and how much there is to see and learn about. There is so much much I know we still need to see, and I am positive Paris is a city we will always come and visit, so we have time to explore more in the future. For now, we will leave you with our last day.

Sandeman’s New Europe: Free walking tour (tip based).

Here we are, our last day in Paris. We woke up, packed our bags and checked out. We left the big backpacks in storage at the hostel and set off for one last exploration. We were finally able to do our free walking tour and before we go any further please do this on the first day. You learn so much about the city - the best spots to see, the cheapest places to eat, you glimpse some of the best monuments to visit and if you are lucky, you’ll have a guide as incredible as ours.

His name was Dawie and I could sing his praises all day. He was the funniest, most informative tour guide I have ever come across and because of him, we have so much new knowledge about the history of Paris, from its small tribe beginnings to the grand city it is now, from the different monarchs to the different monuments. For three hours he kept us engaged and wanting more. He held little back while speaking about gruesome topics and painted an incredible picture in our minds of what Paris and it’s people have been through. A few things I cannot go without mentioning, please, do your research before proposing to your beloved at the Eiffel tower, if you know the history of its surrounding land then it isn’t the most romantic spot in the city. The lock bridge is no longer there, and it was only ever made famous from sex and the city. Just trust that you and your love will be together forever – a lock isn’t a necessity. It’s still the city of pickpockets so never let your guard down.

Now, where were we?

Ahhh the tour. We were able to see monuments such as the Notre Dame, the first pedestrian bridge ever built in the city, the original jail and courthouse plus so much more - all with a vivid description from our amazing guide. Finally, we finished at the Louvre.

Let me just say, it is not just a glass pyramid if that's what you are thinking. No, the Louvre is an art museum that has lived many different lives. It was first created to be a fortress for war in 1190. It was then reconstructed in the 16th century and became the Royal Palace. This explains its grand beauty. Each monarch believed that they were far greater than the last and could do everything better, so they would add their own touch. If you don’t know anything yourself, do a tour and have someone point out the distinguishing differences of each monarch, it’s awesome to see that every single detail has a back story. It was only made into an art museum in 1793 (18th century) with only 537 pieces of art. Now, centuries on, there are over 330, 000 pieces. If you want to see them all, all you have to do is visit the museum every single day for 100 days and view each piece for 30 seconds. Too easy.

Outside is just as beautiful. Of course, you are instantly drawn to the huge glass pyramid in the middle of the square. It’s one over the top front door that’s for sure. But like our tour guide told us, just get that damn tourist picture! Don’t snidely look at others who look ridiculous in person trying to get that famous tourist shot and not get amongst it yourself. You will look back in your Paris photo album and notice that photo of you pinching the top of the pyramid in the Louvre is missing. And you’ll be sorry for it. I am so glad we did ours, I laugh every time I look at it because it’s a classic, and it could be one of my personal favs in our collection.

So, my advice to you (in the Louvre and in life) is this, don’t stand on the outside feeling too cool to do it but secretly wishing you were. Maybe Nike’s on to something because…JUST DO IT. Get in there, get that photo, talk to that stranger, dance in that circle, smile at that person making eye contact with you. Stop shouldering life away because you’ll find yourself watching others living theirs instead of being immersed in your own. You hear it all the time but until you lower your ego and let yourself be free, are you truly experiencing everything that comes your way? I was once that person who stood on the sidelines and judged, now this is my mantra every day and I’m so happy because of it. I have that photo, I danced in that circle, I made friends with that stranger and I’m living my best damn life every single day.

Anyway, inspirational rant over.

Here’s our tip for taking the perfect illusion shot: Hold your arm straight and at an angle. Move the camera, not your arm! Life will be a whole lot easier. You’re welcome.

After you get your picture, wander through the incredible Tuileries Gardens (located in between the Louvre and Place de la Concorde). It seems like the perfect park to enjoy a bottle of seasonal wine, cheese and a baguette. Walk through the hedge mazes, admire the countless statues, see the artists painting their own vision. It is all so breathtaking.

So go visit and fall in love, with the city, with its monuments, with its history and with its art. If it’s a once in a lifetime trip then give yourself a week. Otherwise, be sure to revisit it. We will, maybe we’ll even see you there one day.

The rest of our day will be in our next blog, where we tell you about our first ever overnight journey… or should we say first two? So, for now, this is goodbye.

Always with love, Trish.

#paris #parisian #parismonuments #moulin rouge #travel #travelblog #blogger #storytelling #Haydenandtrish #louvre #architecture #love #loveparis #eiffeltower #sandemanstour

1 note · View note

letsgetfuckingsuperwholocked · 6 years

Text

The Date

Tony Stark X Reader

A/n: This is for @mightyshieldevans and @webslingerholland Christmas writing contest! This is my first writing contest! LOL! This’ll be exciting!

Summary: Attempting to escape from her ex-boyfriend at a club, Y/n accidentally slides into a booth that will change her entire Christmas Eve.

(Before Captain America: Civil War)

Warnings: Swears, (little bit of an age difference), cheesy as fuck, etc.

Word Count: 4,418 (I got a little carried away LOL)

Main Masterlist

Christmas time was supposed to be the most wonderful time of the year. It was supposed to be one full of joy, snow, food, and loved ones.

You didn’t have any of that, this year.

You’d moved to New York a little over a year ago, for the start of the fall college semester. After high school, it had always been your dream to move to the big city, rent an apartment, and go to college. You’d had this insane fantasy, ever since you were a little girl. You’d loved the idea of sitting in your apartment, listening to the sounds of the city, and watching the lights.

Unfortunately, your fantasy didn’t take real-world problems into account.

You’d saved money for three years, after high school, but it was gone in a span of two months. You lived in a studio apartment. One that only fit the necessities, like a bed, kitchen, and a small bathroom. It felt more like a hotel, with how little you were actually there. You had to work two jobs to afford rent, and you’d been forced into student loans if you wanted to go to school. You hadn’t realized how costly living in New York actually was.

Your fantasy of living in the beautiful, busy city had turned into a nightmare.

To make matters worse, you couldn’t afford to go home to your family. Your rent was due right after New Year’s, and you were going to be short if you didn’t work the Christmas shifts for time and a half.

You’d worked all morning at your job at the bakery, slaving away for people’s last-minute Christmas needs. Then, when you were good and tired, you started working your shift at the diner across from some fancy club. The tips were always good, because the rich patrons would come in to the diner after they were good and drunk.

You needed this money.

There was no joy in this Christmas eve. There was no snow – just the left-over, brown, dirty shit from the last dusting a few weeks prior. There was plenty of food – none of which you got to eat, and went to your customers.

Last, but not least, you didn’t get to see your loved ones.

This was about to be the first Christmas you’d spend alone.

The year previous, you’d had a boyfriend – Miles – to spend Christmas with. He had been the sweetest man you’d ever had the pleasure of having conversation with. He took you under his wing, showed you around the big city, showed you how to utilize metro transit, and which places were good and cheap to eat at, and spoiled you with his trust fund.

You thought you loved him.

Until the last week of classes – before the start of this winter break – a few weeks prior. You’d gone to a party together, something that you rarely ever did, and he ditched you. He left with some… beautiful, model-looking woman. You were left, heartbroken and sullen, to find your own way back to your home – drunk from the few bottles of beer that you’d choked down, trying to fit in to the scene.

Whatever. You were over him, anyways.

You were kept distracted by your final exams, the studying you were doing between semesters, and working overtime until the next semester began. You knew that you were just burying your feelings, but… It seemed to be working for the time being.

“Hey, Y/n.” Dean, the bouncer from the club called to you from across the street as you ended your shift, ignoring the people shivering in line, “Got any extra slices of that pie you make so wonderfully?”

You smirked, crossing the street quickly and handing him one of the small bags you were carrying, “You know I do. There’s even a little Christmas gift in there, too.”

“Ah, sweetheart, you’re a girl after my own heart.” He chuckles, checking the ID’s of some questionable looking women, “You going in for a drink?”

“I don’t know. I’m a little under dressed.” You gestured to your uniform – Christmas red dress and ridiculously frilly apron, complete with name tag. “I just got off a long shift. After I give this to Janie, I might go home and die.”

“No dying. It’s Christmas Eve.” He argued, continuing to check ID’s and stamping hands, “You’re dressed fine, and you shouldn’t be alone for the holidays.”

“Well, unfortunately, I am.” You sighed, looking at the line and seeing a bunch of Santa and elf costumes. “I guess I’m not that underdressed.” You noticed his smirk, knowing you were giving in. “Okay. Fine. One drink. You owe me.”

“You’ll have a great time.” He stamps your hand, letting you pass the line, “Tell Janie that your first drink is on me.”

You gave him a thumbs up, entering the large, decorated club.

The place looked like Christmas threw up. It was awful.

There was fake, glitter snow falling from above, there were Christmas lights everywhere, they were playing some annoying remix to some Mariah Carey song, and there were costumes galore. Almost every male and female on the dance floor was dressed in some sort of red or green outfit.

You didn’t mean to be a Grinch, or anything… You were just not feeling Christmas, this year.

You found one empty bar stool, shoved between some downer staring into his glass, and some chick trying to flash her tits to the bartender for free drinks.

“Tom!” You yelled to the male bartender, holding up a small Christmas bag, “I come bearing gifts! Where’s Janie? Dean said my first drink is on him, since he forced me in here!”

Tom leaned over the bar, grabbing the small bag from you with a dazzling grin, “She’s working the upstairs bar” He was shouting over the music, “You get free drinks all night, sweetheart! Thanks for the pie!”

You blew him a kiss as he handed you your drink, and hopped off the stool to walk around the bar. You were people-watching, something you did often since moving to the busy city. You’d seen all types of people. Some good, some bad, some homeless, some rich… it was always so diverse.

Oh no…

No, no, no…

SHIT HE SPOTTED ME!

Fucking Miles.

You locked eyes with your ex, watching his face melt into a sly grin. His arm was wrapped around some bimbo in an elf costume, and he turned to excuse himself from the group – heading your way. You backed into the crowd, searching for a hiding spot. “Come on…” You muttered desperately, hands starting to shake. This cannot be happening. “Come on... yes!”

There was a booth in the corner of the seating area, looking pretty empty.

You dashed over to the booth, sliding in quickly and bumping into someone.

“Hey! What the-”

“Shhh!” You grabbed the person’s forearm, not looking in their direction, but looking to see if you were followed. “I need you to be my date for, like, five seconds. My fucking ex spotted me.”

“Uh… Sure?” The man agreed, confused.

“Ah, shit. Here he comes.” You leaned back, taking a large gulp of your drink, pretending to be surprised when Miles walked over to the table. “Heeyyy, Miles. What- what are you doing here?”

“Y/n.” He narrows his eyes, glaring at you. “You haven’t returned my calls.”

“That’s because we broke up.” You rolled your eyes, hand still on the stranger’s forearm. “You cheated on me, remember? You, also, left me at the party - looking like an idiot, in front of your friends – to find my way home.”

“I needed someone with less…” His eyes ran down your form, sending a shiver down your spine. Your hand tightened fractionally, starting to shake. “Anyways, you look like you’re doing more than fine. Clearly, you’ve been spending a lot of time at the bakery. Nice apron. Covers up your-”

“Hey.” The stranger growled, cutting him off with a low voice. “Watch your fucking mouth.”

“Do you know who you’re talking to?” Miles scoffed, crossing his arms. Here we go. Entitled piece of shit. “Show some fucking respect.”

“Do you know who you’re talking to?” The stranger shifted around behind you, moving his hands to grip your upper arms. “I believe you owe my date an apology.”

Miles’s face contorted into complete shock. You’d never seen the man look so terrified, before. “T-Tony Stark. Holy Shit.”

Wait.

WHAT?

“Apologize to my date.” Mr. Stark demanded, hands gentle on your upper arms, “Leave her alone from now on, or you’ll have me to deal with.”

“I’m… holy shit.” Miles turned to you, sweat beading up along his hairline in panic. “I’m sorry for ruining your date… I’ll leave you alone.”

With that, Miles ran from the table.

You sighed in relief, sagging down in the booth and covering your face with your hands, “Well, that was awkward.”

To your surprise, Mr. Stark laughed, “For the record, I like the apron.”

You shook your head, hands still covering your reddened face, “I need a shot… or five.”

“That can be arranged.”

He scooted you out of the booth, so he could walk up to the bar and order the shots. You took out your phone, texting your mom about seeing Miles at the club, and shoved it in your pocket when he returned with a tray of shots.

“Tequila good with you?” He asked, handing you a shot, salt shaker, and lime. “I would suggest body shots, but this is only our first date.”

“You weren’t waiting on anyone, were you?” You asked, mortified that at the fact that you’d crashed a celebrity’s evening. “You don’t actually have to hang out with me.”

“No. I wasn’t waiting on anybody.” He sighed, grabbing his own shot. “I actually came here to be alone, but realized that alone wasn’t what I wanted.”

“Well,” You salted your hand, holding up your shot. “We can be alone, together.”

He held up his shot, eyes crinkling slightly as he shot you a cocky grin. “To our impromptu date.”

“To our date.” You smirked, clinking the shot on the table before licking the salt, downing it, and sucking the lime with a grimace. The tequila tasted expensive, but you rarely drank tequila. “Oh my god, tequila is disgusting.”

“At least it’s the good stuff.” He smirked, not even looking phased by the shot. “So… Why are you here on Christmas Eve?”

“I was working across the street, at the diner.” You gestured to your outfit, “Hence the dress and apron.”

“It’s an adorable apron.”

“It looks like Christmas threw up on me, I know.” You laughed, feeling warm from the shot and glancing at the tray of shots resting on the table. “Why are you here, on Christmas Eve?”

“I wanted to be alone.” He sighed, leaning back and crossing his arms. “Turns out that being alone felt worse than feeling smothered by your friends.”

“Is there a reason they’re smothering you?” You asked, taking a sip of your original drink.

He looked away from you, glancing around the crowd. He let out a long breath, looking as if the weight of the world rested on his shoulders, “An anniversary of something tragic in my life happened a little over a week ago, and they think I’m spiraling.”

“Are you?”

“Probably.” He downed the rest of his drink, looking back at you. “Why are you alone on Christmas Eve?”

“I’m not alone. I’m with you.” You titter, looking down into your glass.

He remained silent, waiting for you to continue.

“I can’t afford to go see my family.” You say after a moment, a lump in your throat, “My rent is due after New Year’s, and I had to make a payment to my school – which set me back a few hundred bucks. I had to work to make up for it.” You finish off your drink, a weight on your chest. “Miles offered to fly me to go see them, this year, so he could meet my family… Then, he cheated on me.”

“I’m sorry.” He says sympathetically, handing you a shot, “Sounds like we both are having a rough Christmas.”

You both do the little ritual for the tequila shot, and you grimaced, “I can’t believe you aren’t even phased by the taste of this-”

“Oh shit.” He suddenly stiffened, looking behind you, “We have to go.”

“What? Why?” You questioned as he grabbed your hand and pulled you out of the booth, “Tony-”

“Come on.” He pulled you along, pulling you into a dark hallway, “There’s an exit back here.”

“Who’s following us?” You asked, feeling your heart race from the panic and the alcohol. If it’s something bad, you were going to hit him.

“My friends.” He explained, throwing open the back door and pulling you back into an alley, “I don’t want to see them.”

“Okay.” You thought for a moment, suddenly thinking about a place you could go. “Come on.” You pulled him out of the alley, and onto the sidewalk. You were back in front of the building, and the people in line started whispering as they noticed that Tony Stark was in their presence. “Shit. Act natural.”

“I’m Tony Stark.” He muttered, “That’s not going to work. The paparazzi are here.”

The following events happened in a rush.

People started shouting, lightbulbs were flashing, and you were suddenly running – Tony pulling you along to get away from them. Your feet pounded against the pavement and you were starting to become breathless from the spontaneous cardio. “Tony, I can’t run as fast as you.”

Suddenly, he let go of your hand. As you bent over - hands braced against your knees trying to catch your breath - you heard what sounded like jets, and metal clashing against metal. You felt clunky arms grab you from behind, picking you up bridal-style.

HOLY SHIT HE’S IN HIS IRON MAN SUIT!

“Hold on.” You heard Tony say, sounding like he was speaking into a microphone. “It’s going to get windy.”

You gasped, throwing your arms around his neck in a panic, and closing your eyes.

Holy shit, you glad you wore tights with your dress.

You felt your stomach drop as you shot from the sidewalk – leaving the shouting people below – and let out a small shriek as the cold wind blasted against your arms and legs, “Don’t fucking drop me!” You yell over the wind, not wanting to look down. “I’ll fucking kill you if you drop me!”

“I’m not going to drop you.” He laughed, arms tightening around you. “We’re almost there.”

You didn’t reply, trying not to let the panic – or the cold – take over your body. You’d never been this high, before. You’d flown in an airplane, obviously, but at least you were strapped in to a seat. This was completely different and completely terrifying.

You felt him slow down, and gently descent to – what you hoped was – the ground.

“You can open your eyes, now.” He said a few moments after you stopped moving. “We’re on the roof.”

You cracked open an eye, realizing that you were – in fact – on a rooftop. “Where are we?”

“Just a random building. I come up here to think and be alone, a lot.” His suit opened up, and he stepped out – suit barely wrinkled. “Figured we could continue our date with a view.”

“Do you normally fly your dates around after knowing them all of-” You glanced down at your watch, “-forty-five minutes?”

“Nah.” He waved his hand, sitting up on the ledge of the roof with his legs dangling off the edge. “Just the dates I’m enjoying.”

“You’re enjoying this date?” You laugh, moving to the edge and mimicking the way he was sitting – leaving a few inches of space between the two of you, “I’m surprised.”

“Why’s that?”

“An ex of mine is the reason we are on a ‘date’, we’ve drank our sorrows, ran away from your smothering ‘friends’, been chased by the paps, and you kidnapped me onto a roof where you’re likely to kill me – because ‘stranger danger’.” You scoffed, looking at him with a mocking smile. “Did I leave anything out?”

“Yeah,” He grinned, playing along, “You left out the part where we have an amazing date, before I murder you violently, ‘because stranger danger’.”

“Fair enough.” You shiver slightly, chill settling into your bones. “As long as the date continues with me getting warm, because I didn’t think to bring a jacket.”

“Here.” He shrugged out of his suit jacket, passing it to you. “Can’t pass up the opportunity to make you think I’m a gentleman.”

“Are you not a gentleman?” You joked, pulling the warm jacket over you and sliding your arms into the sleeves. Holy crap does he smell good. You discreetly took a deep breath through your nose, smelling the expensive, warm cologne. You felt your face flush, and you stared out at the New York skyline – hoping he wouldn’t notice.

“I’d like to think I am.”

It was quiet, after that. You were both lost in your own heads as you sat on the cold ledge of the random building, listening to the busy city below.

“This is the reason I moved to New York.” You smiled fondly, hearing someone playing Christmas music not too far away. “The lights, the sounds, the feel in the air… It’s magical. It’s nights like this that make moving away from my friends and family worth it. All of the bad is overshadowed by the one good night. This was the dream.” He didn’t respond to you, and you glanced over. He was staring at you with an indescribable look on his face. Something between awe and confusion, maybe? “What?” You chuckled, feeling embarrassed. “Do I have something on my face?”

“You’re interesting.” He replied, brows furrowing. “It’s refreshing.”

“I don’t get what you mean.” You frowned, tilting your head in confusion. “Is that a good or a bad thing?”

“Good. Definitely good.”

He continued to watch you, and you turned away timidly – resuming your adoration of the view. You felt a little prick of cold on your nose, and wiped it in confusion. Looking up, your face lit up into a huge grin. “Tony! Snow!”

He looked up, face mirroring yours. “Well, would you look at that.”

The flakes of snow started to come down harder, making the energy in the air change. It felt… Like Christmas Eve. The magic in the air was melting away the negative feeling you’d had all day, replacing the morose feeling with a positive, joyous feeling. You sighed in content, “I missed the snow.”

“I never did like the snow.” He grimaced, looking around. There was a look of melancholy in his eyes, “Hard to drive in.”

“It’s all about perspective.” You held out your hand, watching the flakes fall – quickly melting when they came in contact with the warmth of your hand. “It can be something inconveniencing – like making it hard to drive – but it can also be something beautiful… I used to go out onto the front porch of my house I grew up in, sitting on the porch swing with my hot chocolate, and watching the snow blanket the entire yard. I’d sit there for hours.” You sighed, remembering, “The snow took something ugly, like the dead grass from the cold, and turned it into something beautiful. It muted the sounds around me in a calming quiet… I miss doing that.” You shook your head, coming back from the little memory. “Sorry, that was really cheesy.”

He was watching you, marveled by your words. “It wasn’t cheesy.”

You turned, watching him watch you. “What’s the real reason you don’t like the snow?”

“My, uh, parents.” He cleared his throat, looking away from you with a pained expression. “They died in a car accident December 16th, 1991. The police said that… they lost control of the car.”

You slid your hand over, picking his up and grasping it in comfort. “I’m sorry to hear that. It must be difficult around this time of year.”

“Yeah.” He sighed, gripping your hand a little tighter. “Not my favorite holiday.”

You leaned your head against his shoulder, keeping your hands intertwined. “At least you can add some new memories to this holiday. Take something ugly, and make it beautiful. Like snow. Do you do anything to remember them by?”

“I, uh… drink away my sorrows, bury myself in women, and pretend that I’m not hurting on the inside.” He chuckled darkly, shaking his head. “Not the best coping mechanism.”

“No, probably not.” You agreed, snuggling into his warmth. “You could do something to remember them by. Something just for yourself. Something healthy.”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know.” You frowned, thinking hard. “You’re already a charitable man, from what I’ve read in the news. You don’t necessarily need to do something for other people. Do something for yourself.”

“Some would argue that I do too much for myself, and that I’m narcissistic.” He chuckled, removing his hand from yours and wrapping it around your shoulders. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

“If it’s something that helps you, go for it. It doesn’t need to be something material. It could just be listening to their favorite song, or looking at old photographs.”

He was silent for a moment, watching the snow fall ahead of you. “I see what you mean, now.”

“What?” You leaned your head up, looking at him.

“The snow.” He replied, lips curling into a small smile. “Everything is quieter. Calmer.”

You hummed in agreement, watching the snow fall and listening to the faint Christmas music that was still playing.

You were pleased with the way your Christmas Eve was turning out. You’d gotten the better of Miles, had your few drinks, met a celebrity, and were currently on a ‘date’ with said celebrity. This was much better than sitting at home, thinking about how you couldn’t be with your family over the holidays.

At least you still had a family to visit. You could see them after the holidays.

“I suppose, I should get us off this roof before it gets too cold to fly you around.” He sighed, tightening his arm around you. “I can take you home.”

“Okay.” You untangled yourself from him, a little disappointed that he was ending your fake date. “I don’t want to get frostbite on my ass.”

He laughed, helping you over the ledge and getting in his robotic suit, “Brace yourself.”

You squealed as he picked you up quickly, shooting off the roof and in the direction of your home. You figured he didn’t need the address, if the suit had an AI in it.

You left your eyes open, this time, a little more prepared for the chilly flight. You watched as the tall buildings passed under you, lights blurring and snow starting to blanket the roof tops. “It’s so beautiful.” You smiled in amazement, “I can’t believe this view.”

“I know.” He agreed from inside the suit.

You started to recognize the buildings, and realized that you were descending towards the empty street. It had to be around midnight, and people were probably nestled in their homes for the holiday. He touched down in front of the steps of your apartment building, gently setting you down on the ground. You shivered, pulling his suit jacket closer as he stepped out of his suit, clicked a few buttons on his watch, and watched his suit fly away.

“Aren’t you going to need that?” You asked, frowning in confusion. “How will you get home?”

“My driver is almost here.” He smiled, walking you to the front door. “I had an interesting time on our date.”

“I did, too.” You felt a blush rise to your cheeks, “Thank you for the fun night.”

“No.” He grabbed your hands, squeezing them gently, “Thank you for tonight. I’m really happy I met you. This has been… an amazing Christmas Eve.”

Your heart picked up as he stared at you, and you looked away in embarrassment. As you glanced away, your eye caught something above you – making you chuckle as you stared at it. “Oh my God.”

Mistletoe.

Could this night get any more Hallmark?

“What?” He frowned, looking up in confusion. When his eyes landed on the mistletoe. He lit up into a cocky grin. “You gunna leave a guy hanging? It’s tradition, after all.”

“Who am I to stand in the way of tradition?” You grinned, stepping closer to him and resting your hands on his broad shoulders.

He leaned down slowly, and your eyes closed in anticipation. You could feel the heat of his body warming you up further as his hands slid to your waist, pulling you closer to his chest. When his lips gently connected with yours, you were surprised at how soft they were. His lips were warm, tasting lightly of tequila and lime from your earlier activities.

Your hands moved on their own accord, sliding up onto the back of his neck, pulling him closer and curling into the thick hair at the base.

He deepened the kiss, tilting his head and sliding his hands to your hips. His tongue swiped against the seam of your lips, daring you to part them. You gasped, mouth granting his tongue access to explore as a shiver ran up your spine. As your tongues danced together, the taste of tequila was stronger. You definitely didn’t mind tasting tequila on his lips.

BEEP! BEEP!

You jumped, lips breaking away from his in a small panic.

“Dammit, Happy.” Tony groaned, quietly. “Fucking horrible timing.”

You cleared your throat, pulse still pounding throughout your body. You were thoroughly flushed, and a little turned on. You broke away from his embrace, gently, sliding your arms out of his jacket and passing it to him. “You’re just going to have to call me and we can continue this another time.”

He raised an eyebrow, “Another date? A planned date?”

“Who says it needs to be planned?” You grinned, taking your keys from your apron pocket and stepping towards the door. “What’s the fun in that?”

“I didn’t get your number.” He smiled, sliding the jacket of his suit back on.

“You’re Tony Stark, you can figure it out.” You laughed, sliding the key in the door as he bound down the steps toward his waiting car. “Merry Christmas, Tony.”

“Merry Christmas, Y/n.”

Best. Christmas. Ever.

TAGS: (Forever tags are open)

@luckynumber1213 @sassyandclassyx @mrsnegan25 @impossiblepizzapeace @glitterquadricorn @pigwidgexn @iamnothereimnotlistening @saltymaddiee @ladyxred @pabegay1 @kgbrenner @nataliehasgrace @mellorine-paprika @i-just-wanna-run-hell @igiveupicantthinkofausername @goshdarnitthatsalongname @trashimaginezblog @hermioneandluna @ssweet-empowerment

439 notes · View notes

thunderstaruniversalenterprises · 4 years