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Crazy Speed

Kuroo x female reader

Warnings: cheating, speeding, some swearing also english isn’t my first language so I apologise for any mistakes

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When the worst day gets worse but somehow you meet a sexy police officer

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The night wind was cold against your tear stained cheeks. Your dress wasn’t providing any warmth either.

This fucking dress

This fucking party

This fucking day

If you would’ve just stayed at home, like you always do, none of this would have happened. No that’s not true. It probably would’ve happened, you just wouldn’t have witnessed any of it.

“Babe wait!”

Your fucking boyfriend

Correction ex-boyfriend.

Ignoring his calls you kept walking to your car, that you had parked less than twenty minutes ago.

“Baby come on, talk to me!”

“Don’t fucking Baby me, asshole!” You wanted to slap his face so bad but you were better then that, besides he didn’t deserve your hands anywhere on his body.

“Come on it was an accident-“

“An accident?! Your tongue slipped in her mouth by accident?”

“She forced herself onto me, please I-“

“Oh but you seemed to really enjoy her ass on your lap. Your dick was practically ripping through your pants!”

“I think your exaggerating”

“Yeah your right, your dick’s way too small for that” You turned around, not bothering to look at that cheating bastard again.

You kept your posture until you slammed your car door shut, thats when the tears really started falling.

Why?

That question kept circling through your head while you started the engine and while you pushed the gas driving out of the parking lot.

You had been driving on a lonely highway for some time. The whole time only about 4 cars had passed you. You were alone with your thoughts.

Thats when the anger rose.

That fucker

That lying, cheating motherfucker

You had done everything for him these past two years. Two years of your life wasted on that jerk. You had forgiven him so many times. When he forgot your birthday, no problem he had a lot going on that day. When he showed up hours too late for your date, maybe he was stuck on traffic.

You were starting to speed up. Your foot was pushing the gas harder and harder.

You had been such a good girlfriend to him. Showing up to each of his trashy work parties. You kept your mouth shut with a smile when one of his coworkers made inappropriate comments about you. You didn’t want to cause a scene. Do it for him. For your beloved boyfriend.

Tonight was no different. Him and some of his coworkers had closed a big deal and went to celebrate it at some bar. Your boyfriend told you about it but unfortunately you had to work late.

So when you got off early you wanted to surprise him. You put on one of your more revealing dresses hoping for a longer night at home afterwards. You hopped in your car with a big smile wanting to see the surprised smile on his face the second he saw you.

The speed limit was hundred. You were at 130, still not slowing down.

He looked surprised, so did you when you saw him making out with some other woman. The second he saw you he pushed her off running towards you. You turned around and left, not looking at him once.

“Please Baby wait, it’s not what it looks like!”

“Come on we can sort this out”

How dare he. How dare he betray you like that. You trusted him. Two years you had trusted him, told him about your struggles and problems and your deepest secrets. How fucking dare he.

You heard sirens behind you. Looking back you saw blue light and a police car. Thats when you looked at your speedometer.

Fuck

Fuck!

You pulled over immediately. You bumped your head against the steering wheel, keeping it there until you heard a knock on your window.

“Good night ma’m, do you know why we pulled you over today?”

That’s when you looked up. That’s also when you looked at the most handsome face you had ever seen. He had dark messy hair that leaked out under his police cap. His eyes where a piercing shade if brown. They looked golden to you. It’s only when you noticed the smirk forming on his lips, that you looked up. Jesus was his smile sexy.

“Ma’m are you okay?” His smirk still very evident.

��Yeah, I, sorry, yeah I’m listening” shit, you were behaving like a teenager.

“Good, so do you know why we pulled you over, or do I need to tell you?” He looked at you like he was challenging you. You didn’t know to what and you didn’t care. You could look at that face forever.

“Because I was driving too fast?” Unsure, that’s what you sounded like.

“Exactly, I’m sorry ma’m but I have to write you a ticket.”

“Do I have to pay a lot?” Yeah you did, you already knew that.

“Well considering that you are allowed to drive a hundred miles per hour and you were, let me check, at a hundred and forty five, I’d say yes.”

Great. Know you weren’t just single but probably broke too. The officer started to write. It was quiet again.

Until he broke the silence.

“Can I ask why a pretty girl like you is driving all alone at this time, wearing a pretty dress like that?” His eyes flicked from the paper he was writing on to you, giving you one if those sly smirks again. You felt your cheeks becoming hot.

“Well,” were you really going to tell this handsome stranger about your night? “I just caught my boyfriend cheating on me.” Yeah, you totally were.

“Dumbass”

“What?”

“Your boyfriend, sorry ex-boyfriend, is a dumbass for cheating on someone like you.” He looked at you with a somewhat apologetic smile.

“I’m Kuroo, by the way.”

“Nice to meet you, officer Kuroo. I’m Y/N” that smirk again. God was this man gorgeous and sexy and handsome and-

“Here you go miss Y/n.” The way he said your name made your stomach turn. In a good way. A very good way.

“Thanks, officer. Have a good night.”

“You too Y/n and drive safe, yeah? Wouldn’t want you to get hurt now, would we?” He left with one last smile. You closed your window, a wide smile adoring your face.

You looked down to your hands, at the sheet of paper he had given you. Next to the amount of money you had to pay, which was a fair sum, was a hand written note:

You deserve better, give me a call when you feel like it.

Kuroo

Next to his name was what you assumed to be his number.

This night didn’t turn out to be completely terrible after all.

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linnamonrolls0 · 2 years

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Gilded: All That Glitters

Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader

Summary:

Your invitation to the Met Gala was straight out of a fairytale: a starry night, a beautiful dress, a million spotlights - and a certain charming co-chair in a coattail tux who unexpectedly swept you off your feet...

- Once upon a time, two grown-up theatre kids crossed paths at adult prom and made the absolute best of it. -

Rating: Mature (mild smut warning)

Words: 7611 (oops, I be dreamin')

Spotify playlist link, for when you get there

2022 - New York City

The first Monday in May.

You hadn’t exactly expected that to mean anything more than an ordinary date on your ever-expanding calendar, but now there you were, unable to believe your eyes as you sat in a gleaming suite at The Mark. Surrounded by a dizzying flurry of people wafting in and out of the room, you still struggled to come to terms with your newfound celebrity status.

Truly, everything had seemed surreal since the release of your debut movie late last year.

You’d gotten a silver-screen debut people only ever dreamt of: after years of fruitless West End auditions, you had been catapulted straight from community theatre to a Hollywood starring role, and though your film hadn’t been predicted to score, it carved its own path as a runaway success. With that came critical acclaim and mass popularity alike, and overnight you went from your survival job as a checkout clerk to walking red carpets with Hollywood’s A-List across the pond.

All that glittered certainly couldn’t be gold, but there was no denying it: with great success came its fair share of gilded glamour. Speaking of which, tonight you were invited to the Met Gala. You knew the stakes were high - the coveted event would be the fashion spectacle of the year, everyone who was anyone would be in attendance, and as a debutant you hoped to turn heads without causing an off-theme uproar. You knew the fashion critics and their online community were nothing if not harsh, ripping apart every gala attendee whilst they sat behind screens in their pyjamas; being new to the spotlight, hate and negative comments online took their toll on you when you read them, and you tended to avoid them as much as you could. But there was no escaping the attention tonight.

Thankfully, you had a strong team behind you that absolutely came through. They had hooked you up with a dream designer and getting ready was a total whirlwind. Thanks to the wonders that were your publicists, stylists and your glam team, before you knew it you were red carpet ready in a striking black and gold ball gown with a long train, sweet and sexy but just rough enough around the edges in keeping with the theme. It was perfect, and though your pre-appearance nerves were killing you, you felt like a real-life Disney princess.

You stepped out of the car, taking a deep breath to prepare yourself for the walk. As you emerged, clamour broke out amongst the photographers and the flashes nearly blinded you as you swept your gaze over the sea of cameras, remembering everything you’d been taught about high profile red carpet etiquette: shoulders back, get your angles right, let them only see your good side, pretend someone has just told you the world’s funniest joke and give them the most genuine big smile you can muster…

Four more steps and one dramatic hair flip later, a couple of assistants were on hand to help with the train of your dress as you made your way towards the legendary Met Steps. All the way up, you continued to flash the cameras what you hoped was a showstopping smile, but really, all you did was pray you would make it up the steps without falling over. If you were honest, your ‘gala prep’ had included running up and down the stairs to your third-floor walk-up flat in the highest heels you owned - and clearly it had helped, because now you were up there and everything was going perfectly.

(Or so you convinced yourself, anyway.)

The Vogue team immediately pulled you aside for a couple of interviews on your way in, and you found yourself making every effort not to seem too starstruck as you explained the detailing of your dress to Vanessa Hudgens (holy High School Musical hell?!) before making your way into the Metropolitan Museum of Art.

You had always wondered what actually happened at this Gala, forever imagined it to be just a huge high-profile celebrity fashion fest. Now you’d been told the evening would entail a tour of the new exhibition, a musical performance, some speeches and a dinner, but that really was all you knew so far.

Aya, your head publicist, was tasked with the responsibility of escorting you through the event, and she was thankfully privy to your predicament as a first-time attendee. She gently reminded you that as a guest, you needed to be introduced to the Chairs of the Gala, and the event was an unspoken networking opportunity to befriend practically anybody you wanted to speak to. You let her lead the way as she pattered on her phone - not hers, but a device exclusively for the event, she explained. Her main role had really been to make sure you were in the right place at the right time throughout your promo tours and award circuits, but she knew this event inside out and you were thankful for her patience and understanding of how nervous you were as she guided you through it.

As you entered the Great Hall, your eyes widened when you saw Blake Lively and Ryan Reynolds, in all their gorgeous glory, her copper-patinated dress catching the eye of every passer-by as the couple chatted away with - holy crap, is that Katy Perry and Lizzo? Since when is that a thing? You surreptitiously stared as the two women strutted out to one of the galleries, and upon some urging from Aya, you tiptoed over to the co-hosting couple and nervously said hello.

You began to introduce yourself, but Blake cut you short. “Sweetheart, we know who you are!” she said, flashing her signature dazzling smile - there was no denying the woman’s screen presence, but you could swear she actually sparkled in real life.

“Oh my god, you do?” you blurted out. Honestly, the fact that people you’d admired forever knew of you was one thing you still struggled to wrap your head around.

“Of course! Congratulations on your Met debut; you look wonderful,” Ryan remarked.

You thanked them with a shy smile and, seeing it as your only opportunity to do so, showered them with a barrage of compliments on how lovely they looked. The couple were positively charmed and it took both your publicists to cut in, reminding you all that there were other places to go and other people to meet.

You exited the hall and bumped straight into a couple of fellow cast members from your multi-award-winning move; Emma Stone and Regé-Jean Page were far more well-known than you, but they made you feel welcome and for that you were endlessly grateful. You joined them in socialising with even more beautiful people amongst all the extravagance of the evening and your fascination with everyone’s themed revelry. The list was endless. Between the blur that was meeting the legendary Anna Wintour, being positively awestruck by an endless list of Met-mythical wonders, and a few hilariously out-of-tone jokes by some questionable comedians as the Biebers were outshone when the Kardashian clan trotted in with their entourage of partners, you began to doubt if the whole event was just one long fever dream, worrying you’d wake up in your tiny unglamorous studio back home any second now.

You felt a little more at ease in familiar company with your costars by your side as you made your way through the Costume Institute, casting your eyes over the exhibition. It was all incredibly overwhelming and you made a mental note to come back on some quiet afternoon to actually check out the pieces on display - because goodness knew that was the last thing you could focus on today.

Even your costars’ costars had you starstruck when soon enough the Duke of Hastings spotted his Duchess across the room and excused himself to go say hello and a certain Spiderman whisked his sometime sweetheart away, leaving you deserted for a moment as you waited for Aya to return from wherever she’d zipped off to. You rolled your eyes at everyone’s frivolity - granted, there were a fair few pretty boys and dashing men at this event, but romance was the last thing on your mind when running in these star-studded circles. So you looked around for a sign, still a fish out of water, figuring out where the tide would take you next.

That was when you saw him.

His million-watt smile was the first thing you noticed as he stood beside an obscure exhibit, engrossed in a conversation with an old friend.

Lin-Manuel Miranda. Who’d ever have thought?

You knew he was one of the co-chairs of the event, and having already met the others, that wouldn’t be a terrible excuse to talk to him. You had seen him around, and originating as a theatre kid you knew exactly who and what this man was. You’d never really paid much mind to this side of him, though - if you ever thought of him (which, honestly, didn’t happen often) you still pictured long hair, fast-paced Broadway rap and this was the dude that wore jeans to the freaking White House! But tonight, he looked every bit the part of a Met Gala co-chair, and his sharp coattail tux somewhat reminded you of a charming Disney prince.

Wait, what?

You wondered where that thought had suddenly come from, but you weren’t afforded the luxury of lingering on it. Aya snuck through the various groups of guests gathered around the gallery and found you again, shoving a cold champagne flute into your hands despite your protests. And just like that, she began escorting you around the room to meet a few more famous faces, some familiar, others starstruck-inducingly new. Forcing down your nerves with some bubbly, you faked breezing through celebrity small talk like a Met veteran, covering every trace of the shaky newcomer you truly were as you exchanged smooth pleasantries with everyone you crossed paths with. You quickly learnt compliments were the currency of the evening, and you spent them lavishly.

With only a few people left to meet, Aya finally nudged you over in their direction and you successfully floated through another round of networking, and somewhere in all this you found yourself face-to-face with Lin-Manuel himself. He welcomed you with a kind smile, you greeted him politely and introduced yourself as you’d become accustomed to doing all evening. You weren’t about to become complacent, though everyone seemed to know of you already - and in that respect, he was no different. You’d been drifting in parallel circles while you were both in LA during the whirlwind awards season earlier in the year, but somehow you had never formally met until now.

“It’s a pleasure to finally meet you,” he said. Though enthusiastic and excitable, he spoke with a certain softness, and you had to keep yourself from swooning as he grasped your hand, eyes briefly meeting yours for permission - when you looked back at him with a demure smile, he gently brushed his lips over the back of your hand. You tried to level your breathing.

“Likewise, Lin-Manuel.” You blushed as he released your hand, standing to his full height again.

Maybe you had really been transported back to the Gilded Age, for this meeting was certainly out-of-place in this era.

“Please, call me Lin. And if I may… You look beautiful.”

“Thank you! You don’t look so bad yourself,” you remarked lightly, earning a soft chuckle from him as you trailed your gaze over him. There was a certain royal quality about his look; it was like he’d walked straight out of a fairytale.

“Thanks! Dressing up isn’t exactly my forte, so…”

“Of course, and congratulations on… this!” You exhaled, gesturing to the grandeur that surrounded you. “You’re probably sick of hearing this, but honestly, Tick Tick Boom was the best movie I saw last year,” you complimented, meaning every word. You’d had a crazy few months and lacked the time to watch most of the movies that had come out, but you’d caught his directorial debut at a festival where your film was also being screened and it was definitely up there with your favourites.

“I appreciate that,” he said sincerely - though he sounded modest, you could tell he enjoyed the praise. He continued, “I could say the same. You’ve probably been hearing this all night, but congratulations on your Oscar! For a feature debut, that’s a pretty mean feat.”

“Thank you,” you smiled with gratitude, “Though I still believe you and Bruno were royally robbed!”

Lin laughed at your joke, a heartwarming symphony that you somewhat still wished you could hear again. Humbly, he continued, “Ah, it’s all good. Just knowing that the world is still talking about it is enough of a reward, ‘cause honestly I didn’t expect any of that.”

“I get that.” You nodded, raising your glass, “To the unexpected, then!”

“To everything unexpected.” He clinked his glass against yours with the sweetest little smile playing on his lips, his eyes crinkling at the edges. There was something infectious about his positive energy, because until now you’d been feigning your camera smile for the inevitable photographs, but in this moment you were actually unabashedly beaming.

You risked a small sip of your champagne, meeting his eyes over the rim of the flute. “I kinda still can’t believe all this is happening,” you giggled, gazing around the room in disbelief.

He caught his bottom lip between his teeth for a split second before agreeing with you, “I know, right? It’s like some kind of crazy adult prom…”

“Exactly! How did you end up hosting this thing anyway?” you wondered aloud.

But before he could elaborate, his publicist politely interrupted. “Lin, we should…” The guy gestured to the other side of the hall.

“Duty calls,” Lin nodded, turning to you again, “It’s a long story, but I promise I’ll find you and tell you the whole thing!”

You smiled. “Alright. I’ll catch you later!”

As he stepped away, following his publicist to who-knew-where, he turned and shot you a quick wink before venturing out towards the hall. You sighed, your gaze following him out of your sight…

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The event was truly unlike anything you’d ever seen before. As the seated proceedings began, you watched on in wonder, while your publicist (read: babysitter) reminded you to eat some of the ridiculously decadent food so you wouldn’t collapse.

But strangely, you couldn’t take your eyes off of that rather charming, intelligent man on the other side of the room. Even whilst he took his place on the podium, expertly delivering a well-written speech, you could feel his gaze wander back to you, which made you oddly nervous. He’d immediately look away when he saw you’d noticed, but it was clear as day. You averted your eyes for a moment during the musical performances, but when your gaze fell upon Lin again, now seated at his table at the very front, you realised he was still looking right back at you. Even from across the vast hall you could pick up that little glint of appreciation in his eyes, and gilded glamour be damned, you truly felt like a million bucks and then some. After you’d caught him one time too many, he made no effort to hide, and neither did you.

Once the meal was over and done with, Lin immediately stood up and you watched as he strode across the hall in your direction. You panicked and quickly struck up a conversation with Ariana DeBose, seated beside you. You were well aware that Lin and Ariana knew each other, but you needed a not-so-blatant cover and that was the best you could do.

“Hey,” Lin’s smooth voice interrupted you as you sensed his presence behind you, “Is this seat taken?” He gestured to the empty chair on the other side of you, and for a second you wondered why the hell Simone Ashley had chosen that particular moment to disappear, leaving her seat conveniently empty.

“Nope, join us!” Ariana invited him, and that was all he needed to pull up the chair and do exactly that. “What, was the hosting crowd too basic for you?” she joked.

“God, no, they’re great! I just… thought I’d come say hi! So, hi,” he said sweetly. Ariana laughed, whilst your curiosity continued to grow. Giving you a gentle nudge, Lin murmured, just about loud enough for you to hear, “I think I owe you a story…”

“Go on? I think I have time,” you teased.

“Walk with me?” he proposed. He was blatantly flirting - you shot him a mildly incredulous look, though judging by the innocence with which he asked, you’d be lying to yourself if you thought you’d say no. You nodded.

Ariana raised her eyebrows when she noticed you and Lin rising from your seats, silently interrogating the two of you. In unison, you both shook your heads in comical denial - and you wanted to say something to justify yourselves, but instead you followed Lin across the hall.

“Where are we going?” you asked, more intrigued than wary.

“I… actually don’t know,” Lin confessed with a soft chuckle, shaking his head. “Outside?”

“Honestly I’d love to, but the designers and my stylists would kill me if I ruined this thing!” You gestured to your dress - which you couldn’t quite believe was yours, even just for tonight. You’d be in trouble if anything went wrong with it.

His appreciative once-over didn’t go unnoticed by you. “Mine too. But let’s say we throw caution to the wind and go anyway… Who can stop us?” He smirked.

“Who can stop us?” you repeated, in a sort of amused disbelief. But then reality struck you, and you questioned naively, “But what if someone sees us?”

“I’m pretty sure every reporter in town is stationed solid either outside The Met or The Mark. And the perks of co-chairing… We have a back exit here.” He knew what he was doing; you nodded, reasonably impressed. “Would you trust me?” Lin asked earnestly.

How could you trust him? Why would you trust him? For all intents and purposes he was virtually a stranger, and for you to be so enchanted by him…

And yet… something about the honesty in his eyes and the warmth in his smile compelled you to link your arm through his, whispering your assent. “Yeah. Let’s go.”

So, arm-in-arm, off you went through to the opposite end of the Met, fleeing the Gala in a blur of coattails and dress trains as you hastened for this undisclosed back exit. Sneaking away from the glamour of the party was easy enough; practically all the other attendees were still in the Great Hall, leaving you with a clear getaway route.

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Central Park seemed to be deserted, and with good reason. It had gotten dark outside and the temperature had taken a post-sunset drop, leaving a slight chill in the air as you escaped to a quiet walkway, lit only by the gentle glow of streetlamps lining the path.

True to his word, as you strolled along the path together, Lin narrated the tale of how he’d come to receive an invite to host this major fashion-focused event despite being turned into an unfashionable meme in recent history (so you were right, White House Jeans Dude was a real joke). You found yourselves going off on other tangents far too often and it took him much longer than necessary to get to the end of the relatively uncomplicated story, owing to distractions that kept you chatting and laughing and oh, so much flirting - but honestly, you didn’t mind at all. You almost willed this not to end, almost wished the story were longer so you’d remain in each other’s company until the night was through.

You let Lin lead the way as you wandered, presuming this New York native most likely knew his way around the park far better than you ever would. More than happy to oblige, he led the way and took a turn onto another path, until you faced a wire fence almost entirely covered in shrubbery; when he stopped walking, you looked askance at him. It looked like a dead end - what was he playing at?

Cautious of the delicate fabric of his coat, he pushed aside an overgrown branch to reveal a gaping hole in the fence, and your expression graduated from confusion back to incredulity. He looked back at you and nodded as if asking you to continue to just trust him - and you still didn’t know exactly why you thought that was a wise idea, but alas, you did. You gathered the skirt of your ball gown as best you could, cringing a little at the way the black silk crinkled as you made every effort to hold it up, careful not to let it snag on the clipped fencing. You heaved a sigh of relief when you and your dress made it inside unscathed and Lin quickly followed behind, standing beside you.

For a moment, the two of you stood still in the shadows. There was a certain hauntingly beautiful quality about the empty open-air theatre; with the lights switched off and not another soul in sight, the stillness and silence hung heavy in the air as the moon floodlit the stage you stood on. From where you had snuck in, you were directly upstage, facing rows upon rows of unoccupied seats. Together, you looked down, revelling in the reflection of the pearlescent glow from above and when you raised your gaze to meet his, you exchanged looks of silent wonder.

A vague notion of concern materialised in the back of your mind as you realised you were essentially trespassing. But you weren’t causing any harm, so… Was that so bad?

Lin was the first to move again. His footsteps echoed as he strode centre stage, and despite the slight eeriness of it, he looked entirely comfortable in this space, completely owning it. You watched on in awe as he stepped into the light, the moon’s luminance casting a subtle shimmer over his suit, bringing forth an iridescent glow in the darkness.

“This is…amazing,” you exhaled, short of breath and of words.

He turned back to glance at you, and his sweet smile alleviated your fleeting fears. “No doubt, the Delacorte is stunning at night…” he mused aloud, “But it’s kinda starting to pale in comparison.”

“In comparison to what, pray tell?” you questioned innocently, taking a couple of tentative steps towards him.

“Take a guess?”

“You? That suit is quite dazzling.”

“Ha, ha.” Lin responded with a wry grin, “You, of course.”

You blushed, shifting your coy gaze to the ground. “Stop, you’re being too sweet.”

“Oh, I’m about to make it worse,” he teased, that flirtatious smirk playing on his lips again. You quirked a brow, daring him to go on. “May I have this dance, my lady?” he asked playfully, taking a chivalrous bow as he offered you his hand.

“You certainly may, Sir,” you quipped in the strongest British received pronunciation you could muster, holding your laugh behind your words. “But,” you dropped the accent, “Music?”

It simultaneously dawned upon you both that the Gala’s restricted phone policy meant your phones were back at the Met, held by your publicists for safekeeping. But you had an idea, and as you met his gaze once again, the glint of mischief in his eyes mirrored yours - after all, you were a pair of grown-up theatre kids. The two of you didn’t need a phone or a jukebox or even an accompaniment. Music was a part of your souls, from the lyrics in your heads to the rhythm of your hearts.

So you took his hand, placing your other hand on his shoulder, his resting delicately on your waist. In your sudden close proximity you absently noted, somewhere in the back of your mind, that there was something rather intoxicatingly addictive about his cologne… You let him lead the dance as you softly hummed a tune. You didn’t truly know why Part of Your World was the first song that sprung to your mind at that moment, but Lin laughed lightly when he recognised the melody, humming along with you a few beats later as you swayed together.

An idea occurred to you. The whole thing almost felt like a scene out of one of those musicals you both were so deeply fascinated by, or one of the many fairytales and rom-coms your younger self had fallen in love with the idea of once upon a time… but nevertheless, you’d never know if you didn’t try. So you wondered, ”Can I tell you a secret?”

“Yeah?” Lin encouraged. That incandescent smile of his was all you needed to follow through with your insane improvised idea.

“Tonight… It was enchanting to meet you… All I can say is I was enchanted to meet you…”

“Can I?”

“Sure?”

“I’ve had the time of my life tonight… And I swear it’s the truth, and I owe it all to you!”

Before you knew it, you were waltzing around the empty stage without a care in the world, laughing at each other’s missteps, singing as though nobody was listening, finishing each other’s lyrics as you alternated through your mental playlists. And it was true - there was no-one to impress, no-one to pass judgements - and you took comfort in that, relishing the peace it brought. So together you sang and you danced and you twirled around the stage, carefree as you both ever would be, living your best adult-prom lives.

“Well, all I’ve ever known is how to hold my own, but now I wanna hold you… All I know is you’re someone I’ve always known, and I don’t even know you…”

“Can’t you see that the day seems clearer now that you’re here or… is it me?”

“Hey, back up! I know that one’s yours. Disqualified.”

“Okay, you got me. Take two?” Lin suggested cheekily. You pretended to think for a second before you nodded, allowing him that much lenience to the rules of this entirely made-up game and he continued, “There are many things that I’d like to say to you but I don’t know how, because maybe, you’re gonna be the one that saves me, and after all, you’re my wonderwall…”

“So you know I’m never gonna dance again, the way I danced with yoooou!”

As he whirled you around the middle of the stage, you tripped on your heels. All the practice in the world couldn’t have prepared you for this - after all, you’d been prepping for a red carpet, not a fairytale ball. Dancing was never on the agenda!

In a speedy reflex reaction, Lin caught you as you stumbled, saving you from falling on your face. He paused, looking at you with concern filling his deep brown eyes. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” you reassured him, “Just, these heels! They’re gorgeous, but…” He stood by you for support, holding you steady, and you rested one hand on his shoulder as you yanked the offending gold Louboutins off, feeling immediate relief when you tossed your footwear to one side of the stage. You’d been standing tall in them and taking them off knocked you down a few inches, but honestly… When you stood on that stage, looking up into Lin’s eyes as they sparkled brighter than the stars above you both, you figured your actual height difference was kind of cute.

“Better?” he asked, gently placing both hands on your waist.

“So much better,” you affirmed, stepping up on your tiptoes, just about managing to slip your arms around his neck.

He bravely pressed a feather-light kiss to your forehead, his playful smile returning. “Wait…”

You gave him a questioning look as he drew back from you - but when you realised what he was up to, you couldn’t hold back your laughter. He kicked off his patent leather loafers to join your high heels downstage, bringing him a little closer to your level - and amusingly leaving him in a pair of red patterned socks.

“What, do wacky socks turn you off?” he teased, pulling you towards him again.

“Quite the opposite,” you smirked, swaying along with him, “I have an enviable sock collection myself, actually.”

“Hmm, really?”

“Indeed. Might show you sometime, if you don’t sweet-talk me to death.”

Effortless and effervescent, Lin continued your musical chain as you continued to dance, barefoot on the cold stage.

“Don’t you see it? ‘Cause darling, without you… All the shine of a thousand spotlights, all the stars that we steal from the night sky will never be enough, never be enough…”

“You don’t. I don’t want the world to see me, ‘cause I don’t think that they’d understand… When everything’s made to be broken, I just want you to know who I am…”

“I should tell you, I should tell you…” To that, you responded with a quizzical look. Breaking the chain for a beat, Lin whispered, “I didn’t want to tell you before, but I knew.”

“What?” you asked,

“You thought I didn’t know you.”

“Why on earth would you?”

“I did. I saw your movie at the same festival back in November and…”

“No.” You gasped. Surely he didn’t. Surely this wasn’t some incredibly elaborately orchestrated meet-cute.

“Yeah. And for some reason, every time our paths crossed during awards season and I thought about trying to talk to you, something would always get in the way… But I’m glad tonight panned out the way it did,” Lin confessed. His gaze held yours and said a thousand words more than you ever thought you’d hear tonight.

You were reassured in the knowledge that the night’s turn of events were as unexpected to him as they had been to you; honestly, it made the whole thing infinitely more beautiful. You responded, “I had no idea… But you know what? I like this better. There was no way we could’ve met sooner if this is what destiny had in store for us.”

“Who knows where, who goes there?”

“Who knows? Here goes…”

As you finished the line, Lin caught you by surprise, dipping you low as you held onto him for support. So that was why you thought you could trust him - he wouldn’t let you fall. His eyes held your gaze, both of you challenging the other to make a move.

“Wise men say only fools rush in, but I can’t help falling in love with you…”

“Take my hand, take my whole life too, ‘cause I can’t help falling in love with you…”

So when you finally did make a move, you simultaneously leaned in towards each other, and when your lips finally met, you could swear you felt all the butterflies and fireworks and sparks, the stuff of romance novels that you never thought was possible in real life. Neither of you were in any rush, his tongue finding yours first, unhurriedly exploring each other’s mouths, his hands firm yet somehow still delicate on your waist as as your hands trailed up his arms to his shoulders to his neck to finally rest in his hair, too short to grab but well, he wouldn’t stop you if you tried…

When you finally separated, only for the practicality of needing to breathe actual air, all you registered were Lin’s warm brown eyes and his hands on you, still lingering at your waist. You became vaguely aware of a raindrop or two falling onto your exposed skin, and you both looked up to the sky in unison. Sure enough, it was starting to rain - but in the gleaming moonlight, it looked almost like drops of starlight were descending over you, no less sparkly or stunning than the events leading up to them.

Lin smiled again, helping you back to your feet onto the solid ground of the stage. The surface was dewy with the light drizzle and you shivered, your off-shoulder sleeves doing very little to shield you from the nighttime breeze. He evidently noticed, for before you could say another word, he slipped out of his coat and draped it over your shoulders, providing immediate relief.

“Thank you,” you whispered, again almost in disbelief at his chivalry. And, feeling a little braver already, you took a step towards him again to place the gentlest little kiss on his cheek before you whirled around to retrieve your shoes.

You threw him a cursory glance over your shoulder as you made your way downstage, trying your level best not to get distracted by the heart-melting smile that graced his lips as he watched you, both practically blushing. You went to pick up your discarded high heels, but suddenly, the ground was swept from beneath your feet.

“Lin!” you shrieked in surprise as he swiftly lifted you, one arm around your waist and the other supporting your legs. Your arm instinctively went around his neck, resting on his shoulder, as your other hand hung on to the backs of your Louboutins, letting them dangle off your fingers. You willed yourself not to get lost in his eyes as you continued teasingly, “What do you think you’re doing, Mr Miranda?”

“Well, what kind of gentleman would I be if I let you stumble home in the rain?” he retorted, matching your playful tone, “So tell me… Where the fuck are we going?”

“Very chivalrous indeed,” you joked, “I don’t know, your place or mine?” You bit your bottom lip, hopefully seductively so - until you both burst into laughter. “God, I cannot believe I just said that out loud.”

“Neither can I, actually. I’d never have asked… Not in an I-don’t-want-you way, but in a, like, respectful way - if you know what I mean - hmm-”

You silenced his questionably cute rambling with a gentle kiss. There was something dangerously addictive about kissing him; it was as though once you’d been down that road, you kept wanting to go back for more. Of course, he wasn’t opposed to it, responding with just as much fervour until the drizzle developed into a full-on downpour, forcing you apart again. You were soaked to the skin within seconds, but as you looked up at him again, all the both of you could do was continue to laugh.

“Well, there go our outfits,” you remarked with a giggle.

“It’s almost like destiny, isn’t it?” Lin laughed, carefully stepping into his own shoes whilst still holding you, “Yeah, Paul will probably hate me after this.”

“The House of Gucci will have my head on a stick!” you exaggerated in a mock accent. “Well, it’s Moschino but you get the idea.”

“Worth it, though.”

“Totally.”

—————

Somewhere along the way, you had jointly made up your minds to head back to The Mark, where you both had suites for the night, rather than attempting to make the journey back to his apartment uptown. Lin refused to let you walk any of the way after seeing the pain those heels had wrought upon your feet, so despite your protests you were still helplessly up in his arms with his coat hanging on your shoulders as he strolled in on the red carpet they still had laid out at the door of the hotel.

To your surprise, there was no-one else around save for the hotel staff, who shot looks of intrigue at the two of you as you entered the hotel lobby, all lavish velvet and opulence. You guessed most of the other Gala attendees had either already turned in or were still out at the various afterparties (which, honestly, you’d completely forgotten about despite the multiple invitations you were meant to oblige earlier that night and the second dress that hung forgotten in your suite) - but you figured that was a good thing, being able to avoid any questions or judgements.

“I can walk!” you insisted for the umpteenth time, but Lin was having none of it. He shook his head and walked you both to the elevator lobby, where an elderly doorman kindly pushed the call button for you. An elevator thankfully arrived within a few seconds and Lin stepped in, finally setting you down on the ground, the marble floor cool against your bare feet.

“Only because…” he whispered. For a moment, you looked shyly up at him, but by now you knew exactly where he was going with this as he delicately cupped your cheek, drawing you closer to steal another kiss, just deep enough to keep you wanting more. “Why are we still in this elevator?” he murmured, his lips brushing against yours as he spoke.

“Because…” you sighed, placing both hands on his chest and gently pushing him back. He looked mildly dejected until he realised you needed him out of the way to reach for the elevator buttons.

Lin wordlessly took another step towards you, catching his bottom lip between his teeth as he slipped one hand into the inner pocket of your - well, actually his - coat. Casual as ever, he retrieved a card, holding it between his fingers in front of you as though he were showing off some sort of magic trick. You narrowed your eyes at his failed attempt to act cool.

“Shit,” he laughed when he looked at the business card he was holding, “That is not my key.”

“That’s why I’m here,” you said with a smirk, retrieving your own keycard from a pocket concealed somewhere between the many layers and pleats of your dress. He looked fascinated. “Welcome to the twenty-first century, love!” You reached behind him to finally hit the button for your floor, and up you went.

—————

Trying not to destroy your priceless outfits any more than you already had, you slipped his tailcoat off of your shoulders as soon as you entered your suite. As you placed it on an empty hanger on your clothing rail to dry, you felt Lin wander over to stop behind you and you shivered - but this time it wasn’t from the cold. He hadn’t touched you yet, but you could feel warmth radiating off him in waves as you turned to face him.

You looked up at him, both equally thrilled and terrified as you brazenly made the first move. You tugged lightly on the loose end of his necktie, unravelling the knot and tossing it somewhere across the room. He reached for you, his eyes fixed upon yours, shining with anticipation; you instinctively leant into his touch, trying not to melt as he tucked a wet lock of hair behind your ear, reaching for the pin that held your elaborate updo in place. He slipped the hairpin out of your hair and dropped it to the ground. You shook your head to let the strands loose, his fingers tangled in your hair as your hands went for the buttons on his high-collared shirt next, having noticed he had already abandoned his waistcoat. He hastily shrugged the shirt off and drew you closer, one hand searching the back of your dress for the fastenings holding it up. You turned away again, knowing exactly where the zipper was; he found it easily and slowly dragged it down, his fingertips teasingly brushed your bare back, each brief moment of contact setting off a flame you couldn’t ignore. You slipped your arms out of the sleeves, letting the dress slip easily down to the carpeted floor. To hell with your elaborate costumes, you thought as you coquettishly stared at him; he was perfect with or without the royal getup.

“Fuck,” Lin gasped, seemingly stealing the words right from you, “You’re breathtaking.”

“Won’t you return the favour? Take my breath away…” you breathed, stepping up onto your toes, barely hesitating to kiss him again.

You felt him smile against your lips as his arms wrapped around your waist, lifting you again, blindly finding your way to the waiting bed somewhere behind you. From there on, it was all a rather beautiful haze as the remainders of both your clothing were tossed to the floor, and you let yourself get completely swept up in him as you landed on the bed together with a gentle thud. You were still intoxicated, both high off each other as his lips captured yours for the nth time that night, his body on top of yours, every touch a searing spark.

You laced your fingers with his, entirely intertwined as you took your time exploring each other, him trailing butterfly kisses over every exposed inch of your skin, and you to his. An overload to your senses, all you could register was his lips on your neck, your hands on his chest, him hot and hard for you, you wet and ready for him… His eyes were dark with desire as they held your gaze, still somehow seeking assent before he finally entered you, stretching you to your limits. He stilled when you gasped, giving you a moment to adjust before you assured him, begged him to go on, gentle endearments whispered like a symphony only the two of you could hear.

Your eyes met for a brief second before they fluttered shut in pure ecstasy as he pushed you to the edge over again and there you went - there you both went together, melting into each other in a daze of sighs and screams and whispers and whimpers, with so much said in so little words, though knowing that would not be the end; there was no way this could be the end…

There was a certain comfort, a refreshing familiarity about the way he touched you, not like this was your first night together, but the first of many. This wasn’t a battle, it was almost another dance in its own right, setting your hearts alight and your bodies aflame.

Still tangled up in each other, a mess of lovestruck smiles and crumpled white sheets as you both caught your breaths again, you looked over at him, you could tell he reciprocated everything you were feeling by the way he looked back at you. Those gorgeous brown eyes still shone with affection, that sweet smile still played on his lips, with just the lightest hint of a blush visible on his cheeks. He reached one hand up to brush a stray strand of your still-damp hair away from your face, letting his hand rest tenderly on your flushed cheek for a moment; you placed your own hand over his, a silent request to please stay.

You didn’t need to ask twice - or even once.

And again, it was as though you were in perfect sync; you leaned in and met his lips for one last kiss that night, every bit as passionate as the first. The day’s chaos and exhaustion had begun to catch up with you both, but for all the mutual warmth and comfort you felt, falling asleep in each other’s arms seemed like a definite way to relieve it. A momentary hint of fear flickered through your mind as you wondered how it was even possible to feel so safe, so loved in the arms of someone you barely knew, and for someone who knew you just as little to reciprocate with such adoration - but there you both were.

And oh, you were certain you’d have each other again any damn time you could - but now you rested in the knowledge that you’d always have more time in the morning…

—————

Morning rolled around far too soon. When you awoke in your gorgeous suite, praying the night was not just a dream… you were abruptly snapped out of your daze by the irritating sound of a phone buzzing.

Your sleepy mind registered that you’d left your personal phone in the drawer of the nightstand before you left for the Gala. When you carefully retrieved the device, it simply would not stop ringing with notifications from every friend and family member you kept in contact with.

Why?

You wondered, but it didn’t take much searching to find out. Splashed across the tabloids, the blogs, and all over social media, amongst the endless stream of best- and worst-dressed lists, was an image of the two of you. So thank goodness, it wasn’t just a dream… He wasn’t just a dream. You had no idea how or who could’ve snapped this photo without your knowledge, but you realised complaining would be an injustice. The mystery photographer had captured you and Lin mid-midnight dance, at the very second he’d dipped you low and you’d seized the moment to steal a kiss, the falling raindrops sparkling like diamonds around you.

It looked like the end of a Disney movie, him the smitten prince, you the besotted princess, falling into happily ever after in each other’s arms.

But when Lin stirred beside you and held you close, still adorably sleepy, you tossed your phone onto the bed and turned to face him instead, bathed in the early morning sunshine’s soft glow.

The dream could go on a little longer and for now, the rest of the world could wait - because what you both knew in that moment, was that this was only the beginning of a new fairytale…

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