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sinner-as-saint · 4 years

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Could you possibly write about y/n calling Sebastian 'Daddy' for the first time and his reaction.

*clears throat*

OKAY

I'm thinking it'll be after a heated argument, which you took too far. And now you're trying to win back your grumpy boyfriend.

You follow him around the house, apologizing incessantly.

"Sebbyyyy, I'm so sorry. I know I overreacted, I trust you completely and I know you'd never cheat on me, just-"

He'd give you a glare which spoke volumes. And it'd shut you up.

But not for long

When he'd walk out of a room, you'd follow his footsteps like a lost puppy.

You knew he usually wouldn't be able to resist you for long. But today was a bit much.

He had managed to completely ignore you for almost 3 whole hours now.

And you were upset, and very, very ashamed of your behavior. And the silent treatment was killing you.

You walked lazily over to where Sebastian was; in his study, sat on a couch and going through a script.

You plopped down on the couch next to him.

You were wearing one of his hoodies, and he usually would not stop telling you how much they suited you better than they did him but today, he wouldn't even spare you a glance.

"Seb?"

Nothing.

"Sebby" you whined like a spoilt child.

Still nothing.

"Daddy come on! I said I was sorry" you whined again tugging on the sleeve of his shirt.

And the words which left your mouth shocked both him and you.

But especially him

He raised an eyebrow at you, finally looking up from the script in his hands.

"What did you call me?" there was an unfamiliar tone lacing his words. Almost playful but stern at the same time.

He sounded like he was mocking you, and seemed to like every second of it.

"I- uh... Nothing. Are you done being mad at me now?" you asked, worried that he might think you were being too childish.

The stern look didn't leave his face as he pulled you onto his lap quite harshly.

"No. Not quite. Now answer me, what did you call me just now?" you had never heard him use this voice before.

He stared deep into your eyes as though daring you to defy him again.

You didn't answer him. You were too shy to repeat it again.

"Alright then, have it your way" he spoke and manhandled your body in such a way that he had you lay over his lap, with your ass in the air.

He moved the hoodie, exposing your butt and he very briefly caressed your skin before you felt him smack your ass cheek.

Hard.

You cried out. Not out of pain, but surprise.

A twisted part of you liked it, but you would never tell him that.

"I'm gonna ask you again, baby. What did you call me?" he sounded so dangerous but so hot...

Smack!

You simply whined again instead of replying.

Smack!

This time it hurt. And you finally spoke up.

"Daddy! I called you daddy. I'm sorry, Seb. I just-"

He cut you off by pulling you up and settling you on his lap; making you straddle his thighs.

He didn't seem to mind it one bit, in fact, he seemed rather intrigued.

"You've been bad today, baby. Daddy's upset that you'd even dare to think that he'll ever cheat on you" he spoke, while his hand caressed your red butt.

Something about how Seb referred to himself as "daddy" turned you on immensely.

You looked at him with curiosity; eager to find out where he'd take this.

He was much more dominant in bed that night. He had you begging, pleading him just to let you come

He liked how you surrendered completely.

He bloody loved it.

Many things changed after that day.

He wasn't weirded out by it or anything, in fact, he quite liked it.

He liked being your big, strong man who could care for you like no one else ever could.

Seb was quite a gentle lover, yet the moment you'd call him 'daddy', he'd switch immediately.

It could be anywhere; at home while you would be lounging around.

Or during sex

Or while on the phone when he was away.

He'd go into "daddy mode" whenever you'd like him to.

Or, whenever you were acting up and being a brat.

He'd use his hand to pin you down on the bed or against the wall.

"Why do I even put up with you, huh? Why are you being so fucking difficult today, baby?" he'd ask on days when you were being too bratty.

Then you'd smirk and tell him that all you wanted was his attention.

"Yeah? Well then, work for it"

He'd point to the ground, in between his legs where he'd want you to kneel and take his cock into your mouth and show him that you even deserved his full attention.

Seb would be the best daddy to you.

He'd know when to push your limits and when not to.

He'd know when he could edge you for hours.

And when he could fuck you to sleep.

On days when you were particularly good, he'd even let you sleep with his cock buried deep in you

"You've been a good girl today, baby. You get to keep daddy's cock warm all night. You'd like that?"

And you'd nod a bit too quickly.

Then the following morning you'd wake up feeling tingly because daddy would be slow fucking you until you woke up.

Daddy Seb had a way of making you feel filthy and special at the same time...

He'd look you dead in the eyes, with his hand wrapped around your throat, while he made you come over and over around his cock

He took immense pleasure in making you cum for him multiple times in one night.

He would flick his tongue over your clit until you were shaking under him.

He'd always have to touch you when he was in the mood.

Dirty talk with daddy Seb? YES

"You like being on your knees and showing daddy how much you deserve to be fucked all night long, don't you baby?"

"Here, suck on daddy's fingers while he eats you out, yeah? That'll keep you quiet"

"Look at you, always so fucking ready for my cock"

"Your body is fucking shaking, baby. Is it because of me?"

"Did you ask for permission before you cum?"

"Swallow it all, baby. Show me you're daddy's good girl"

Sure, you didn't need him to be in "Daddy mode" all the time.

But on some days, he needed it more than you did

You could tell when he needed to let off some steam. And you were more than happy to be his little girl whenever he needed you to.

OMG could you imagine him switching from Sebby to Daddy in the middle of a heated discussion?? Because i CAN?

You'd be telling him off for being too jealous or possessive for whatever reason

And he'd suddenly give you this very stern look

"...you need to get your shit under-"

He'd cut you off by gripping your jaw in his strong hand and forcing you to shut up and look up at him.

"I fucking dare you to complete that sentence, babygirl"

And you'd immediately forget what the fuck you were saying in the first place.

Spanks... When you were naughty. Or nice.

He didn't care, he simply liked seeing his handprint on your butt.

He'd grab your butt, and pinch it all while giving you a gentle kiss on your forehead.

Ohh, aftercare with Daddy Seb?

He'd be the most gentle boyfriend after an intense play time

He'd run you a bath and would carry you to the tub and back to bed if you were too tired to walk

He'd kiss every inch of your body

And rub lotion on your sore skin

He'd tell you how good you had been and just how much he loves you

"I'm sorry baby, was it too much? Was I-"

Then you'd cut him off

"Shh, no. Hey, you were perfect. Thank you, I love you."

A/N: I'm sorry Anon, you were saying...

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the-fiction-witch · 3 years

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Now!

REAL LIFE

COUPLE TBS X READER

RATING FUNNY AND CUTE

I stood at the craft services table nibbling at a piece of toast and my coffee trying desperately to wake up, already costumed for the day

"Thomas! we got a problem!" one of the makeup artists says as they hurried around the corner of trailers I nodded putting my toast down and downing my coffee hurrying off to the make up trailer where a couple of the makeup artists stood around working on y/n's hair for the day

"What's the matter?" I asked a little in panic kneeling beside her chair

"My stomach hurts," she says putting my hand on her stomach over her sweet costume dress feeling our little girl kicking away in her stomach

"Awww, I know darling. It's okay, you will be hurting. It's getting to that kinda time, You sure you wanna work today?"

"I'm sure, I'm okay" she smiled

"Alright," I smiled kissing her hand and then her stomach "you remember the safe word?"

"Thomas Please can we have a new safe word?"

"No, we have it as that so I know it's something you're never going to say to me" I smiled giving her head a kiss "You be careful, call me if you need me" I told her and she nodded so I headed out and got my toast but before I could even take a bite I was called to set so I left my toast and went to set "Hey scott"

"Hey Thomas, where's Y/n?" he smiled as he was still setting up

"Make up, she's a bit slow today tummy's hurting her and all" I explained sitting in my chair

"How's she doing?" He asked

"Uhhh good, tried, her feet hurt, I swear that baby was playing football last night her stomach like physically moved it was terrifying"

"How long had she been kicking like that?"

"Since last night," I answered "awwww there's my little oven" I laughed as I saw her coming to set very slowly

"ohh shut up you" she sighed

"Awww cracky little oven" I laughed at her

"How you feeling?" scott asked her

"Like I'm constipated, and like I might punch someone"

"yeah they call that the seven months pregnant" he laughs

"Eight" I laughed

"Eight?" he asked

"Just turned" she smiled stroking her stomach

"You sure your gonna be okay?" He asked her

"I'll be fine, I'll get some anger out today with the scene"

"Good, well need to stop just say" He says as he set up

"Fake labour's gonna be fun. I still don't know what real labour feels like" she giggled

"Well, You'll find out, your due... twelfth isn't it? or did they move it again?" I asked her

"No it was the twelfth and then they moved it forward to the seventh" she smiled

"Oh yeah, I don't know why it keeps moving, the baby is ever coming out or it's not"

"It's more complicated then that Thomas"

"Clearly she takes after me, no time management skills"

"She better not,"

"Awww don't you want baby to take after me?"

"For some things yes, other things absolutely not. Your mother had informed me what a little shit you where as a baby"

"I was a little shit because my dad allowed me to be a little shit. If my mum's back was turned I was pretty much allowed to do anything I wanted"

"You are not doing that with our baby" she warns

"Aren't I?"

"You will not, because if you do Thomas I will send you the the vet and get you fixed"

"Noooo! I need them"

"What for I'm already pregnant"

"What If you... Wanted another baby?"

"I'm not repeating this bullshit"

"You might want another baby in a few years"

"I also might want a divorce, who knows what the future holds" she giggled

"You two are adorable" scott laughed

"She just threatened me with divorce and to cut my dick off"

"As I said adorable, you guys all ready?"

"Yep, I'm good"

"Tummy's being weird but let's do it" she smiled

We started filming and started doing our scene as the script says, and..

She was really good at faking labour that almost looks real, I went over to help her as I was supposed to but she grabbed my hand way harder then I thought she would have "owww!" I blurted out in shock

"Aaaahhhhh! We have a problem!" She yelled wait that's not her line

"Cut, cut. Y/n you okay?' scott asked

"No, uhhhh no I'm not" she says

"Y/n, you can stop now we cut" I told her

"No I uhh... I don't think I can" she says

"What!"

"Aaaahhhhh! I uhh I think..." She began and it was only then I noticed in her long costume dress she had blood dripping down her legs

"Uughhh y/n"

"Thomas... I uhhh yeah I think I'm getting tried of this orgasum!" She yelled

"Ahhhhh! Now! Seriously!" I yelled in shock

"What does that mean?' scott asked

"That's the safe phrase! Your serious! You think your going into labor now! Your a month early!"

"I don't know, all I know is it hurts like hell and take me to a fucking doctor!" She yelled

I stood paseing back and forth in this little local hospital, it was the closest one to the set they took her away in an ambulance and I came up once I got her bag and got changed, they wouldn't let me in once I got here so I just had to wait wondering around in the little waiting room. I'd jump everytime the door opened egarly looking to any nurse who went past but none of them knew anything or if they did they wouldn't tell me scott came with me and I think he was enjoying me panicking

"Will you relax?"

"No I can't relax what If something bad's happened? Or she's hurt? Or what is something happen to baby-" I began before he got and shook me

"Calm down. It's a month early that's not unusual, labor can come on very suddenly Thomas, and she did say she was feeling a bit odd, and you said he'd stomach was being all werid the night before"

"I guess your right. I'm sorry scott I just can't stop worrying about her"

"That's fine, that's normal. I'd think you where crazy If you weren't"

"Mr Sangster?" A nurse asked at the door

"Yes!" I yelped "sorry, yeah?"

"She's happy, and all okay. Congratulations you have a beautiful healthy baby girl" she explained

"Really?" I asked excitedly and she nods

"Go on I'll check in on you two tomorrow" he laughs I nodded and ran off as fast as I could to a little room where y/n sat with our little girl in her arms

"Hey" she smiled

"Hey, this... This is real? Right?"

"I hope so" she smiled offering her hand I came and sat beside her holding her hand giving her a million kisses "would you like to hold her?"

"Yes please" I blushed so she carefully handed her over to me, she was so small and she was giggling at me already, her tiny tiny hands playing with my fingers "she's beautiful, almost as beautiful as her mother"

"Ohh quiet you, after all that, I need a nap' she laughed

"Then you rest, you did amazing you get some sleep I'll look after her"

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btsqualityy · 4 years

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Scripted: Part 13

Namjoon x Reader; Jimin x Reader

Genre: Angst, fluff, President!Namjoon, Head of Security!Jimin

Warnings: (Reluctant) open relationship, mentions of cheating, smut, oral sex, unprotected sex, creampie

The next day, you were pacing around your and Namjoon’s bedroom, waiting for the inevitable tirade that your husband was sure to go on at any time.

In order to get out of going to a banquet with Namjoon that night, you had Momo release an official statement on your behalf that you were currently at the end of fighting off a flu bug and that in order to attend the children’s benefit that was planned for tomorrow and be at your best, you’d have to rest tonight. The thing is though, you didn’t give Namjoon any head’s up before you had Momo do that so you knew he’d be pissed.

However, you genuinely couldn’t find it inside yourself to care. You were fucking tired of putting yourself last for Namjoon, and you wanted to do what you wanted for a change. What you wanted, was to spend to the night with Jimin and be around someone who you knew cared for you and not just cared about what you could do for them.

“Y/N-ah!” You heard Namjoon yell and when you turned around to look at the door, he was pushing it open and walking inside.

“Yes Namjoon?” You answered and he raised an eyebrow at you.

“What the hell was that press notice?” He demanded to know. “You’re not sick.”

“I’m not, but I do have other plans tonight,” you shrugged.

“Other plans?” Namjoon chuckled. “Y/N-ah, you really can’t think that I’m this stupid.”

“Oh, that’s debatable,” you laughed. “But please, enlighten me on what you’re talking about.”

“I’m choosing to ignore that,” he replied darkly. “And you’re going to see Jimin, aren’t you? I know that he has tonight off.”

“What I choose to do with my time and/or who I choose to spend it with is none of your concern,” you told him. “Just like how it’s none of my concern who you fuck.”

“Again, you made it very clear what you thought of this marriage once we decided to stay together and you cannot be mad because I took you seriously,” he pointed out. “However, I think I do have a right to be upset when my wife is fucking the head of our security detail.”

“I haven’t even fucked him, so it’s nice to know how little you think of me,” you scoffed.

“I’ve seen the way that he looks at you, so I assumed,” Namjoon shrugged. “Regardless, you have a duty as First Lady and you can’t blow off these events because you wanna go play with your boy toy.”

“Oh, just like how you got sucked off in your office?” You questioned. “With the door unlocked?”

“You know what I’m saying Y/N-ah.”

“I do but I don’t care Namjoon,” you said. “I’m not going to the banquet with you tonight, I’m leaving the Blue House and most likely won’t be back until tomorrow when it’s time to get ready for the benefit, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

“What is it that you’re really trying to say Y/N-ah?” He challenged you and you reached over to grab the bag you had packed and hooked the strap over your shoulder as you looked back at him.

“I’m saying that just like you, I’m doing whatever I want now,” you answered, walking past him and shoulder checking him before you walked out of the bedroom, leaving your husband dumbfounded.

.............................................

“Hi baby bird,” Jimin smiled once he had opened the door to his apartment, and you did the same as you stepped forward and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Hi,” you replied, giggling when he picked you up and carried you into the apartment, shutting the door with his foot before setting you down.

“How was the drive?” He asked you and you nodded.

“Good, good.”

“And everything at the Blue House?” He wondered and you shook your head, reaching up and moving his fringe out of his eyes.

“Don’t you worry about that,” you assured him. “Everything’s fine.”

“You sure?”

“More than,” you nodded, leaning forward and kissing him firmly.

“Come on minx, you can put your bag in my room,” Jimin teased you, making you smack his arm before you followed him down the small hallway to his bedroom. You walked inside behind him and set your bag down next to his dresser and Jimin moved over to wrap his arms around your waist from behind.

“I’m so happy that you’re here, with me,” he whispered as he hook his chin over your shoulder and you set your hands on top of his.

“I am too,” you smiled, turning around in his arms so that you were facing him. “I’d much rather be here with you than with Namjoon at some boring banquet.”

“I bet,” he chuckled. “So, what do you wanna do? I have movies, we could order in, whatever you want.”

“Well, since we actually have the tine, I kind of wanted to,” you trailed off, leaning forward and kissing Jimin softly. After a few seconds, you pulled away and Jimin raised an eyebrow at you.

“You sure?” He checked. “I don’t want you to feel pressured and think that you have to.”

“No, I want to,” you stated firmly. “I’ve wanted to ever since that day you fingered me on your couch.”

“Full disclosure?” He asked and you nodded. “I’ve wanted to since the first time that I saw you.”

“Then do something about it,” you teased. “I’m here and I’m yours to do with what you want.”

“You might not wanna tell me that,” Jimin chuckled. “I’d never want to let you go.”

“That might not be so bad,” you murmured softly and Jimin’s heart ached (in a good way) as he moved forward and kissed you passionately. As the two of you made out, Jimin walked backwards until he was at his bed, falling backwards and pulling you down with him.

“Give me a little warning next time,” you giggled, moving up and swinging your legs over his body so that you were straddling him.

“Sorry,” he chuckled, watching with hooded eyes as you sat up and grabbed the hem of your t-shirt, pulling it up and over your head. “I kind of wanted to do that myself.”

“I’m a little impatient, if you haven’t noticed,” you laughed, that laugh turning into a moan when Jimin reached up and began to palm your breasts through your bra.

“How about if you get this off for me?” He suggested and you nodded rapidly, readily reaching behind your back and unclipping your bra, pulling it down from your shoulders and tossing it onto the floor. Jimin sat up then, leaning forward and took one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking earnestly.

“Ohh shit,” you hissed, setting your hands on the back of his neck as you looked down to watch him.

“So fucking pretty,” he praised you once he had let go of one nipple, only to move right over to the other in order to give it the same treatment. You threw your head back in pleasure, the feeling of him sucking your nipple sending waves right down to your lower half.

“Fuck, I need you undressed,” Jimin groaned deeply as he unlatched from your chest and looked up at you. “Wanna eat your pussy baby.”

“Fuck, yeah,” you nodded instantly. “Yeah.” You quickly moved from on top of him, settling yourself down on the bed while Jimin sat up and moved onto his knees. You reached down and unbuttoned the jeans that you had on, lifting your butt in order to slide them down your thighs, catching the band of your underwear and pulling them down as well. Jimin helped you, taking hold of the hem and helping to pull your jeans the rest of the way down your legs. After that, you were completely bare underneath his gaze, and you almost wanted to feel self-conscious about it.

“God,” Jimin huffed as he reached down and gently ran his hands up and down the length of your legs. “You’re so beautiful baby bird.”

“Sure you’re not just saying that because I’m naked and in your bed?” You joked, making him laugh as he shook his head.

“Pretty sure,” he replied as he lowered his body down so that his chest was on the bed. “And the crazy thing is, you’re pretty everywhere.”

“Thank y-you,” you gasped out, the feeling of Jimin’s tongue laving over your clit surprising you. You lifted your head to watch as Jimin licked and sucked at your clit, making your heart race from how good it felt.

“Oh, that’s good,” you encouraged him, reaching down and pushing his fringe up and out of his eyes and holding it out of the way for him as he ate you.

“Think you can take a finger baby?” He asked about a minute later and you nodded. You watched as Jimin took his pointer finger and stuck it into his mouth, getting it wet with saliva, before he took it back out and set it against your slit.

“Let me know if it’s too much, alright?” He said as he looked up at you.

“I’m sure it’ll be fine,” you smiled. “It’s been a while but I can take a finger.”

“Ok,” he nodded, looking down as he slowly pushed his finger inside of you. When he noticed that you weren’t making any noises of discomfort, he curled his finger inside of you, which caused you to moan. He then leaned down and resumed sucking at your clit, and you thought you were going to lose your mind.

“That feels so good,” you moaned, the feeling of Jimin’s mouth and his finger hurtling you towards your orgasm. “Give me another finger please.”

“Sure?” He mumbled against you, and the vibrations of it against your clit made your back arch up from the bed.

“Yes yes, give it to me,” you begged and you felt another finger prodding at your entrance. Jimin stopped moving his pointer finger before slowly sliding his middle finger alongside it, and gently moving them in and out of you.

“Like that baby?” He murmured.

“Fuckkk, just like that,” you drawled. Jimin put his mouth back onto your clit and sucked hard on it, while simultaneously moving his fingers faster and reaching deeper inside of you.

“J-jimin, I’m gonna come,” you gasped, reaching down and burying your fingers in his hair as he continued to fuck you. Soon enough, your orgasm washed over you, and you let out a small squeal as you came all over Jimin’s fingers.

“Good,” Jimin mumbled softly after taking his mouth off of you, moving his fingers slowly until they were out of you. You fell back against the bed and watched with hooded eyes as he brought the two fingers that had just been inside of you and stuck them into his mouth, sucking them clean.

“Come here,” you beckoned, holding your hands out and Jimin smirked, taking his fingers out of his mouth and crawling up your body until his face was right above you. You leaned up and kissed him passionately, the taste of yourself very prominent on his tongue.

“Wanna suck you off,” you mumbled against his lips and he pulled back a little in order to look at you.

“Later,” he said.

“Why?”

“Because I really wanna fuck you and see how you look when you come on my cock instead of my fingers,” he whispered huskily, making your heart race. “And besides, aren’t you staying the night with me?”

“I’m all yours,” you nodded.

“Then we’ll have plenty of time for you to do that later,” he assured you, leaning down and giving you a quick kiss. “Gonna be good for me and let me fuck you?”

“You know I will,” you giggled, releasing your grip on him so that he could sit up. He made quick work of removing his t-shirt, before reaching down and pushing the band of his shorts off of his hips. You watched as his cock sprang free as he kicked his shorts off of his legs and crawled back to you.

“Commando?” You acknowledged and Jimin just shrugged.

“I like to be free when I’m at home,” he answered and you nodded as you let your legs fall apart so that he could slot himself in between them. “I’m gonna ask again, you sure that you wanna do this? Because you know that we don’t have to.”

“I want to,” you confirmed. “Wanna feel you.”

“Ok, but you tell me if it hurts too bad,” he told you and you nodded. He spit into the palm of his right hand before reaching down and rubbing it over the tip of his cock. He then grabbed the base and positioned himself with your slit, slowly moving his hips forward and sinking into you.

“Shit, wait, wait, wait,” you pleaded breathlessly, the stretch of his cock almost burning.

“Ok, ok,” Jimin groaned, leaning down and setting his forehead against your shoulder, his breathing sounding ragged. “Just how long has it been for you Y/N-ah?”

“A-a year, I think,” you replied and Jimin just huffed.

“No wonder you’re so fucking tight,” he grumbled, and you couldn’t help but to smile because you could tell that it was taking all of his restraint in order to not fuck you into the sheets.

“I think you can move now,” you spoke up and Jimin nodded, lifting his head and watching your face as he gently pulled out and then pushed back in. The burn was still there, but it definitely wasn’t as bad so you knew that your body was adjusting.

“You have no idea how often I’ve thought about this,” Jimin confessed and you quirked an eyebrow up at him.

“You thought about me?” You wondered and he chuckled as he nodded his head.

“How could I not?” He said. “You’re so sweet, and so caring, and not to mention, you look great in those dresses that you like to wear whenever you’re doing First Lady appearances and duties.”

“I do have great legs,” you agreed, laughing at how he rolled his eyes at you before he continued to fuck into you.

“Doing ok?” He checked in and you nodded.

“It’s getting better,” you said, a tiny moan escaping you when his cock brushed up against your g-spot.

“Seems like it’s better than that,” Jimin smirked and you just replied by reaching up and wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down into a deep kiss. While the two of you made out, Jimin began to move his hips a little faster.

“Ohh, that’s good,” you blurted out, and you could feel yourself clenching around him.

“Gripping me so tight,” he muttered deeply, thrusting into you deeper.

“Fuck, just like that,” you encouraged, looking up at him and biting your lip.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he warned but it almost sounded like he was also pleaded as well.

“Can’t help it,” you whimpered, the familiar feelings of an orgasm starting to bubble to the surface for you.

“I love you,” he confessed and the both of you froze, you out of shock and Jimin out of disbelief that he had just let that slip out of his mouth.

“You mean that?” You wondered and at that point, Jimin had one of two options. He could pretend like he hadn’t said what he had just said, or he could stand firm in his feelings for you. Jimin had never been a coward though, and he wasn’t gonna start now.

“Yeah, I mean it,” he nodded. “I love you Y/N.”

“I love you too,” you replied with no hesitation and Jimin’s eyes widened.

“Really?”

“I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it,” you giggled while nodding your head. “You treat me so well, and you’re so loving, and I never have to question your intentions because all you care about is me and not what I can do for you.”

“You’re damn right,” he confirmed, leaning down and kissing you again as he resumed his thrusts.

“Harder,” you commanded and he raised a brow at you. “I can take it Jimin.”

“Alright, but you asked for it,” he smirked, picking up his pace and fucking you harder. You clutched onto his back, and you were pretty sure that he was going to have some marks from how hard your nails were digging into his skin but you couldn’t hold back.

“Fuck yes,” you gasped, your orgasm quickly building.

“You’re gonna make me come soon,” Jimin chuckled breathlessly as he looked down at you. “You almost there?”

“Yeah, just don’t stop,” you pleaded and Jimin nodded, looking down to where the two of you were connected and watching as he fucked you. You held your hand up to your mouth, letting some slide onto them before you lowered your hand and set it against your clit, rubbing in firm circles.

“Shit, that’s it baby bird,” Jimin praised you. “Make yourself come on my cock.”

“God Jimin,” you whimpered, your orgasm finally washing over you after rubbing your clit for a few seconds. “I’m coming!”

“Fuck yes,” he literally growled, fucking you even hard than he had been, making your hand fall away from your clit and your back arch up from the bed as a result of his vigorous thrusts.

“Oh my fuck,” you panted, falling back onto the bed and moaning as Jimin chased his own high.

“Where can I come?” He wondered.

“Inside of me,” you said and he looked up at you. “Birth control.”

“Ok,” he nodded. “Fuck, I’m coming,” he groaned, setting his forehead against yours as you felt warm spurts of cum flood inside of you. Once he was done, he pulled out of you and then flopped down on the bed next to you, throwing his arm over your stomach.

“I didn’t mean to say it like that,” he spoke up after a few minutes of silence.

“What? The ‘I love you’?” You asked and Jimin nodded. “It’s ok, I don’t mind.”

“But still, I shouldn’t have sprung it on you like that,” he said.

“Hey, I love you back so that’s all that matters,” you smiled, leaning over and pressing a quick kiss to his lips. “You stopped yourself from saying it yesterday when you dropped me off, didn’t you?”

“Yeah,” he confirmed sheepishly.

“I could tell,” you giggled.

“But like you said, doesn’t matter now,” he shrugged, moving closer to you and setting his chin on your shoulder. The two of you stayed like that for a little while longer, the afterglow of your orgasms and the sounds of both of your breathing returning to normal the only palpable things in the room.

“I’m leaving Namjoon,” you randomly spoke up and Jimin sat up to look down at you.

“You serious?” He chuckled.

“Yeah. I mean, I love you and after everything that’s happened between Namjoon and I, I don’t think there’s any hope for him and I,” you explained. “Of course, it’ll probably take longer than a regular divorce and I’m sure that his father will try to fight me on it, but I’ll do whatever it takes to get it done because I wanna be with you.”

“I wanna be with you too baby bird,” he smiled, leaning down and setting his hand on your cheek. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you grinned, giggling against his lips when he leaned down and kissed you passionately.

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mr-face-both-ways · 4 years

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Stex Appreciation Month: CB!

Can’t trust anyone these days, remember I can face both ways!

Ah yes, my url’s namesake, i finally had time to finish and post something lol i’ll post the others soon

Questions answered under the cut! This is extra long because he is my Fave and im Biased

Fave song: There’s Me hands down, the whole scene including That Was Unfair is just so good in establishing CB’s, Greaseball and Dinah’s characters so well, plus the melody is just*chef’s kiss* and the fact that its technically a villain song?? Love that, plus the parallels of him finding Dinah alone and upset and comforting and supporting her and lending her a hand up and sending her on her way after she’s cheered up, with post race 3 where he’s the reason Rusty’s alone and hurt on the floor, kicking him when he tries to get up (looking at you 1991 boot) and mocks and insults him, leaving him alone with his confidence broken as he leaves laughing. What an absolute bastard!! But when There’s Me is taken out, you don’t properly see his two sides, both the bad and good sides are important to his character! He’s a contrary dude but that’s just him! Plus the actual song has one of my fave melodies of the show, I can and do listen to the intro from the ost on repeat, plus that lil bit in the japan vid?? So cute?? And the contrasting styles to that and Wide Smile?? Amazing, love it

Fave actor: Once again my fave actor list is gonna be like 5 people lol, the great thing about C.B’s material is that his attitude and demeanour can change based on his inflection, movement etc so! Michael Staniforth is a given, his Wide Smile really demonstrates his range which imo not many others have been quite as good, plus what extremely little footage and photos there are of him he was extremely expressive and just fun to watch! I’ll also go with Peter Rees, Andrew Prosser, Hans Johansson, Oliver Rhoe Thornton (and what the heck let’s also go for early Kapa Kitchen and Daniel Ellison)

Fave ship: Ohh boy this is super self indulgent but CBGB honestly (has the fandom given it a nickname? Greaseboose?? idk) I love that in the older scripts him and GB high five (that us boot where cb does a lil jump to hit GB’s high five?? Adorable) and actually talk like friends?? Like Greaseball is a jerk to pretty much everyone and for him to be friendly with him is just sweet. Not to mention its Greaseball who tells his gang that CB’s a “mean machine”, is always calling out to CB in the races and a recent thing that clicked in my brain is that when CB says “what a race, what a team!” and GB’s like “shhh! ohhh you mean me and dinah?” like did he just think that CB was about to out that they were working together during the race to crash the other engines in front of Dinah so he shushed him, then realised he was talking about GB and Dinah?? then just the whole exchange after sabotaging Rusty?? Duet One Rock and Roll? That GB just lifts him up like its nothing then they just kinda sit on eachother?? Those two are in cahoots I tell you!! Plus to me i get the vibe that they’ve been working together for years?? I just love their dynamic haha (and CB’s the only one i think who calls him GB that’s so cute) oh and platonic CB/Dinah is top tier, I feel like Dinah’s a very emotionally honest person so CB would feel like he could actually trust her?? And thanks to the new megamix Canoose/Elektra can have one right, as a treat

Fave thing about him: His independence! All the other characters are very much driven by either winning the races or finding love (or both), and C.B. just...doesn’t care. What you “are” is a big deal in Stex, like the engines, coaches and freight all have their identities shaped by their titles, and that can influence how they feel about the above two subjects “nobody can do it like a steam train”, etc and looking at when C.B. does participate in the races him and his partner tend to take the lead so he is good at racing!! But he chooses not to in order to make his own fun (at the expense of pretty much everyone else). He also seems to have a level of self-awareness, take his verse in Freight for example, he knows that as a brakevan he has to essentially serve the freight train, perceptually at the back of the train. But instead he uses his “purpose” aka his brakes to not do what he’s been told and to disrupt the train, and gets away with it by presenting himself as the innocent helpful brakevan! He’s just doing his own thing, (poor Rusty but,,) good for him!! And of course I have to say again, his two sides, and the ambiguity of it?? Like is he good, bad?? He’s both and neither?? An absolute force of chaos, but it only really works when both sides are present. Plus he a cutie tehe

Random headcanon: I think he’s unnervingly observant, even moreso than Pearl, and has amazing peripheral vision. That and taking notice of things like vibrations on the rails he’s very good at telling whose around before they’ve fully come into vision. He’s always watching everything around him, and isn’t necessarily being creepy, he’s just trying to get as much info on the current situation as possible. I think he likes to have some control and be on top of things?? I also really like the ex-boxcar theory (I first saw this theory on the old bellesdomain forums, rip) and I think that maybe when he was converted it was very difficult for him, having to deal with people, and having the CB radio to control what he hears helps ground him and keep his thoughts less cluttered?? He might’ve also forgotten a lot of his boxcar days, so when he says “you know I’m to blame but you don’t know my name” maybe he doesn’t even remember his original name?? And never got a new one as just the Red Caboose, so he clung onto the CB radio to give himself a sense of identity when his previous identity was stripped from him?? IDK

Unpopular opinion: This wagon can hold so many spicy takes he’s not a murderer lol but at the same time i can see where people can think that considering the lyrics reference several real-life train crashes even if they don’t make sense for CB to be there which tbh I put down to Stilgoe going tehe railway incident reference! I think he’s travelled around a lot and done a lot of questionable things, and maybe he was responsible for those crashes in the stex universe?? or maybe he’s just lying?? he’s definitely responsible for some shit, but considering he crashes 5 (!!!) engines during that one race night and being publicly humiliated after race 4 he doesn’t get in trouble and besides, all those engines are back for light at the end of the tunnel, they’re fine lol. Another thing is that I haaaate how CB has like no agency anymore in the current version like everything he does is for money, he’s basically a henchman for the engines (and everyone knows what his deal is and he isn’t in train jail?? what??) and they got rid of the pre-race 4 bit “just for me, I’m in this just for me” (in that slightly twisted there’s me melody) and Electra desperately pleading “help me caboose, help me caboose” to just the generic “I’ll help you win” at the end and not really its own little bit anymore like he barely has his own motivations anymore, it actually makes me really sad :( it really just doesn’t feel like CB anymore, though his character has been really disjointed since like 2007 when they got rid of there’s me. He’s just kinda bland now, like before he instigated a lot of the conflict, now others tell him to do something and he does it. I could like him more if he had an ounce more depth, like why is he so motivated by money? Maybe go into that old vs new tech theme and bring up that now that there’s new tech that can do the job of a brakevan he’s now antiquated and has to go into crime to get by?? Idk just please give me something, I think CB’s always been a bit of a fan favourite because he had multiple layers to his personality but new boose just has a whole lotta nothing :/

Anyway let’s end on a positive note at least we got pride lighting and a solo in the megamix so that’s something I guess XD

#stex appreciation month #starlight express #stex #cb the red caboose #stex cb #my art #musicals

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ainstgirl · 4 years

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Finding Happines (1)

Chris Evans x Reader

You were excited when you were cast in the new apple series Defending Jacob, you had only appeared in some television series but never with a leading role. Aside from being a great opportunity for you, filming would be in Boston where you live.

Today was the first day of filming, you had already done the script reading with the rest of the cast and the script was amazing. "Hey Y/N" Chris says approaching you. "Chris, ready to start filming?" After spending time with him at the castings and script readings, you and Chris have a good relationship. "i was born ready" he says joking. "okay, everyone ready, we start in three, two ..." the director starts the countdown. In this scene the two of you discuss how to take Jacob's case. working with Chris was really easy, you only need three takes to finish recording it "Perfect, everyone ready for scene #45 in 10 minutes" "that was good right?" you say on the way to your trailer. "yeah, you're really good actress" he says. "Thank you, i was nervous, it's my first time playing a leading role" you admit. "well, you don't have to be partner" he smiles at you "I heard you were from Boston, do you live near the set?" "less than an hour, i can't complain" "yeah me too, when i heard that it was going to be filmed here i took it as a sign" "yes, a sign from the producers so you would take the role" you joke. "Maybe that too, but they succeeded" he smiles and you do the same "are you finish for today?" he asks. "i have another scene later" you say. "do you want to grab a coffe with me? i think it would be good for our characters to know each other" "i can't say no to coffe" you start walking towards the coffee machine. The coffee run lasted two hours in which you have talked about your lives, how much you like lord of the rings, about living in Boston and much more. It was late when you finally got home. "John?" you ask entering your apartment. "Babe, i was waiting for you, how was your first day?" your husband says before kissing you " dinner is ready" "sorry i'm late, it was good, how was your day?" you ask. "like always a lot of paperwork, did you filmed with Chris Evans?" "yeah he's nice, not the typical hollywood star blinded by fame" you smile at him as you sit at the table ready to eat. "i'm glad then, you must be tired, lets eat babe" he kisses you one more time "thanks for preparing dinner" you say. "Any time babe"

A week later

"ready?" the director asks you and Chris "Camera 4 get closer to them, yeah that's perfect.... and ACTION" he yells. In this scene you were in bed with Chris, it wasn't a sex scene just a couple been afective to each other. Chris kisses your forehead and you caress his stomach, you could feel his muscles under his tshirt. Then he kisses you on the lips, it was a simple touch on your lips but his beard tickles your lips. In these scenes they let the actors improvise so you caress his beard while he brings you closer to his body. The moment you notice his body next to yours you open your lips to give him access to Chris making the kiss more intense, after a few seconds you hear the director say cut. “the chemistry between you is fantastic” the director says.

You and Chris get out of bed, both blushing. It was always awkward after filming these scenes. "I have a surprise for you in my trailer" Chris says taking a bottle of water from the buffet. "do you realize how that sounds right?" you joke "shit...not that kind of suprise Y/N" he says laughing "a better one" he opens the door of his trailer and a beautiful dog runs to Chris "hey" he caresses him behind the ear "Dodger? ohh" you say playing with him "okay you were right he is the cutest dog i have ever seen" "He likes you" he throws a ball at him to play "what can i say he's smart one" you say. "that scene was good don't you think?" he asks still playing with Dodger. "yes but your beard tickled me, I almost laughed and ruined the scene" you admit with a smile. "really? sorry about that" he laugh "it's just that i'm not used to kissing guys with beards" you admit "i actually have to go but thanks for the surprise, you need to bring him more often" "deal, then i'll see you tomorrow Y/N" "goodbye Chris, goodbye Dodger" you caresses Dodger ears one more time before leaving.

Later that night you were in your bed looking at the ceiling, you couldn't help but remember how soft were Chris lips and how his beard felt against your cheek, but quickly you make that thought disappear, but the heat inside you was still there, so you turn around to be closer to John, he was reading in bed like he always does "babe" you say kissing his neck "why don't you leave the book for tomorrow" you descend leaving a trail of kisses towards his stomach, you were about to reach the area you wanted when your husband makes you move back to your side of the bed. "Jesus Y/N, can i just read my book? i'm tired okay" he says without taking his eyes off the book "lately you're always tired" Now you were in a bad mood. Lately your sex life was practically nil and the few times it was so fast that you hardly know if it counted "im going to sleep" you turn around, right now you didn't even want to see him. You were about to fall asleep when you get a text, Chris had sent you a photo of his tv, he was watching the tv show you were in from two years ago and write "I am hooked" You couldn't deny that your heart had skipped a beat when receiving his message. "are you my number one fan now?" you send him, a few seconds later you got his reply "obviously" and with a smile on your face you fall asleep.

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dc41896 · 4 years

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Calm Before the Storm

So this is an idea I had after watching a couple interviews (or more lol) of Pablo and thus making me in the mood to write something for him 😂 so I hope you guys like it😊!

Pairing: Pablo SchreiberxBlack Reader

Warning(s): Very slight angst but fluff other than that

Excitedly rushing into the house, you couldn’t wait to tell your boyfriend, Pablo, about your day. Plus with it being one of those rare times that he was on a break from his projects, you were also excited to spend some time with your goofy giant.

“Babe! Guess what happened at the studio today?!,” you announce walking into the living room to see Pablo wearing his headset playing Call of Duty.

Momentarily turning from the screen, he greets you with a smile before kissing your lips. “You got nominated for a Grammy?!”

“No, well not yet at least,” you laugh taking your usual seat between his legs as he wraps his arms around you continuing to play his game.

“So first, we finally finished the song I was working on and it sounds amazing! I can’t wait for you to hear it.”

“Mhmm that’s great babe.”

“And I already have the video idea planned out for it and the choreography! It’s like everything is falling into place and I’m so excited!”

“Mhmm yea.”

“But the biggest news is that Normani aka one of my fave singers was there and heard the track and wants to do a song together! I’m not gonna lie though, I’m kinda scared. I feel like it’s a lot of pressure on my shoulders, and I don’t want to let anybody down.”

“Noo!,” he replies furiously tapping on the controller as his character on the screen was shot at from different directions.

You weren’t sure before, but now you definitely knew he wasn’t listening to you.

“And then aliens probed my brain and made me the new vessel for their children.”

“Wow that’s great babe,” he answers kissing the back of your head.

“Pablo you’re not even listening to me.” Moving his arms, you stand up making your way to the kitchen; Pablo not too far behind you tossing his headset on the couch.

“I was listening!”

“Then what did I say?”

“That you were at the studio and...”

Running a hand through his short hair, he pauses trying desperately to think of everything you said to avoid the impending consequences. However, judging from your angry glare and crossed arms it was too late.

“Ok you got me I wasn’t listening I’m sorry babe,” he smiles bringing you closer to him. “You have my full attention.”

“No it’s ok, we can talk about it later. I know it’s a rare off day for you so relax and go back to your game with Ricky.”

“How do you know I was playing with Ricky?”

“Who else would have the name ‘NotsowhittleRicky’,?” You laugh, lifting up your head from his chest.

“True, that’s Ricky for you,” he chuckles before gently caressing your face in his hands. “I can tell you’re stressed though babe, and don’t worry I know you’ll do great on this song and every song you make after.”

Yea you were stressed about the music, but there was more to it than working with Normani or making sure your songs were perfect. Feeling like Pablo wasn’t really in the listening mood though, you chose not to get into the extra details.

“Yea you’re right, I’m just overthinking it,” you smile as he kisses your forehead. “Well let me do the dishes that I know you ‘forgot’ to do being home all day.”

“Orrr you can come back on the couch with me and be my good luck charm!”

Not giving you a chance to answer, Pablo lifts you over his shoulder running back to the living room as you shriek and giggle holding tight unto the back of his shirt.

———

“Guys help us welcome to the studio Pablo Schreiber!,” Melissa, the radio host, announces into the microphone as the sound of applause is played over the air.

“Thank you for having me!”

“Oh anytime! And thank you for being here with us this afternoon,” she smiles. “Now I know she’s only here to support her man, which is adorable, but I also have to shout out the talented Y/N in the cut as well looking amazing!”

“Hi!,” you shout loud enough to hopefully be picked up by the microphones as those around laugh at your antics.

Patiently waiting in a chair off to the side, you listen as Pablo answers every question ranging from his new project to his workout routine and a bit of his personal life. Anyone else would probably feel a little bored with hearing someone’s conversation with another person, but you, on the other hand, could sit there all day.

Call you smitten, but listening to his voice was soothing. Plus watching him get excited when discussing some of his favorite things and new films he had coming always made smile from the warm feeling it gave you.

“Alright we’re back with Pablo Schreiber and if it’s ok with you, we’d like to play a game called Truth or Shots.”

“Ohh I’m interested!,” he smirks rubbing his hands together.

“And even better, Y/N can play with us!,” Melissa smiles as Pablo cheers. Scooting your chair up closer to the table, colorful, plastic shot glasses and a bottle of tequila are placed in the middle.

“Ok so basically it’s like truth or dare, but the catch is there is no dare, just truth. Now you can choose to not answer a question, but you’d have to take a shot,” she explains pouring out shots for each of you. “Sound good?”

“Yea,” you and Pablo say at the same time.

“Babe remember you’re a light weight so you pretty much have to answer everything.”

“Shut it Pablo,” you laugh along with everyone in the room.

“Ok so first question for Mr. Pablo. What is Y/N’s best quality?”

“Hmm good question,” you smirk putting your face near his, waiting for his answer.

“I know this is gonna sound really cheesy, but I’m being completely honest when I say that I can’t choose one. She’s so kind and has the biggest heart, makes me laugh every day, and I don’t know if I’m just that easy to read or she’s that amazing at doing it, but if I’m feeling the least bit off she’s asking me what’s wrong and trying to make me feel better.”

“Aww!!! Look at true love!!,” Melissa gushes as a chorus of “aw’s” and kissy noises are played overhead.

Leaning over, he quickly pecks your lips as you drape your arms around his waist before lying your head on his shoulder.

“Ok Y/N, you’re planning on robbing a bank, who’s your partner in crime your bestie Lauren or Pablo? Also was this question submitted by said best friend, I cannot disclose,” she laughs.

“Hmm...I think I’m gonna have to take a shot because I can’t decide,” you answer, a mix of disappointed aw’s and cheers from everyone in the room following.

Downing the clear liquid in one swift motion, you make a face as the familiar burning sensation rests in your throat.

“Is it you can’t decide or you know who you’re taking but don’t want to tell?,” one of Melissa’s co-hosts asks with a smirk.

“Honestly I wouldn’t take either of them because Lauren and I would mess it up somehow and Pablo wouldn’t listen to me so we’d get caught.”

As the room erupts in laughs and “oh’s” at your light roast, you immediately wish you’d never said anything at all. Although he was laughing with a shocked look on his face, you knew when you guys got home you were in for a more private conversation.

“Whoa whoa! I listen to you, maybe I don’t catch the small details all the time but I listen to you.”

“Mhmm keep telling yourself that,” you counter sipping your bottle of water as the “oh’s” continue.

“Even though I hate to hear you’re not listening to my girl Pablo, I’m gonna go ahead and change the subject to save you,” Melissa laughs, you and Pablo following soon after, but both definitely feeling the slight tension between you two.

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Opening the fridge, you remove the ingredients you need to start cooking dinner. As expected, when you guys returned home, neither one of you barely said anything to each other. Seeing that you had a bit of an attitude, Pablo thought it best to give you your space and you not knowing what to say or where to start, you thought the same.

Momentarily taking a break from reading a newly arrived script, he enters the kitchen, passing behind you to get a bottle of water.

“Hey can you hand me a spoon please?”

“Sure. Better be careful not to grab a fork or knife since I don’t listen after all,” he replies handing you the metal utensil.

“Here we go,” you thought to yourself as you let out a sigh, turning to face him.

“I don’t know why you’re giving me that look.”

“I’m looking at you like this because of what you just said.”

“Well it’s true isn’t it? At least that’s what you said earlier on the radio,” he states, arms folded in front of his defined chest.

“Yea but it’s- you know what? Don’t worry about it, it’s not important.”

“Clearly it is for you to say all that. If you’re still mad about what happened yesterday I said I was sor-”

“You’re seriously this pressed over a hypothetical question?! Fine Pablo, yes I’m still mad, but not just at yesterday but this past week!”

You didn’t mean to shout, but with him pestering you about the incident, you felt yourself grow more frustrated.

“You’re right I’m stressed about the song, but it’s like you never even thought to ask if it was anything else. Just like you say I can read you, I’d like the same done for me,” you finish, looking down in an attempt to try to hold back the tears inches away from crossing your ducts.

Lightly grabbing your chin so your now red, watery, brown eyes could meet his, he wipes away the lone tear running down your cheek that managed to escape. “Y/N I’m so sorry that I haven’t been hearing you the way you want me to, I guess lately I’ve been so caught up in myself that I didn’t realize what that was doing to you. In those times you can’t hold everything in though ok? Let me know how you’re feeling.”

Although he’d only been with you for a few months, Pablo knew very well how you’d rather hold in what you were feeling than potentially hurt someone or cause a conflict. He’d seen you do it plenty of times with your label (well old one seeing that now you were an independent artist).

Lying your head just below his chest, you wrap your arms around his waist; letting a couple more tears fall as he rubs up and down your back. “You’re right, I should’ve said something earlier rather than holding it in. I’m sorry, I know I need to communicate better.”

“It’s ok, we both need to work on some things like everyone else, but we’ll do it together.” Widening his stance as he slightly squats down to your height, he pokes out his bottom lip donning puppy dog eyes before inching closer to your face until he could repeatedly kiss you all over. This was something he tended to do whenever he wanted to make you laugh or be extra playful, and like always, it worked even when you tried so desperately to maintain your demeanor.

Giggling, you kiss his lips before wrapping your arms around his neck, lightly playing with the short hair at the nape of his neck. “I love you.”

“I love you too, now you go rest and I’ll cook dinner.”

“Um you sure about that?”

“I’m sensing a bit of uncertainty here regarding my cooking skills,” he smirks moving around you to pick up where you started. “I cook for the boys all the time and they don’t have a problem with it.”

“Then why directly after do I get a text or call asking to bring them something else?”

“And there she is, back like she never left!,” he responds before bringing you into one of his big bear hugs and tickling your sides making you snort.

“Hey make sure you don’t burn the house down!,” you manage to say between laughs as Pablo stops, keeping an arm around your waist before kissing the top of your head and returning back to dinner with you by his side.

———

“Pablo?! You ok?!,” you call as you run through the front door, not caring to lock it back. While at the studio, he texted you saying how something wasn’t right. When you tried to ask him more, he never responded prompting you to call, which he didn’t pick up.

Thinking the worse, you cut your studio time short and rushed home as fast as you could still trying to call him during the drive. Noticing the back double doors were open, you run to the backyard with still no sign of Pablo, but a big, rectangular, inflatable pool full of blankets in the middle of the grass next to a projector and screen hanging up behind the house.

“Baby!,” he yells, popping up from under the blankets and making you jump.

“Jesus Christ Pablo, I thought something happened to you! Why would you text me a vague message like that?!”

“I didn’t mean to make you worry but also I knew I had to get you home because of this!”

Holding out his arms with the biggest smile on his face, he shows off his set up clearly proud of what he’s done.

“So I know we worked through our problem last week, but I was thinking and came up with this idea that once a week, we do something together, just us. No phones or anything else to distract us so we can have a moment to really talk and get out what we’re feeling, especially if we’re not able to talk anytime before.”

“And what about if either of us is away for business?”

“Then we FaceTime or Skype.”

Standing with your arms crossed shaking your head, you walk up to Pablo grabbing one of the blankets to wrap around yourself.

“So you gave me a heart attack, twice I might add, and made me rush home cutting my session short for this idea?”

“Yea...if you don’t like it-,”

Cutting him off before he could finish his sentence, you stand on your tip toes bringing his face closer to yours until you could crash your lips onto his. Lifting your body, he places you in the pool of blankets.

“I love it babe! And you set up one of my dream dates!”

“Yea, I remembered from a conversation we had on one of our first dates. You said you wanted to watch a movie under the stars.”

Sitting down on the end of the pool facing the screen, you make yourself comfortable in his lap as he covers you in blankets before wrapping his strong arms around your body.

“You know what would make this even perfect?,” you ask softly rubbing your thumb up and down the back of his hand.

“Already got it covered,” he answers opening a small cooler beside your seat to retrieve a pint of your favorite ice cream and a spoon.

“No lie, I’d marry you right now if there was a priest nearby.”

“Remember that the next time you get mad at me,” he chuckles starting the movie and pulling you closer to him.

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zarcethewrites · 4 years

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Hamilton AU! | Zen x Musical actor!reader

The casting call | Helpless

Prompt: MC is acting in an on-screen adaptation of Hamilton, her role is Elizabeth Schyuler and she has to sing Helpless, ends up singing it to Zen either one day when she came over to rehearse in their apartment or at actual rehearsals and the cast swooning over them because their chemistry/relationship is so damn believable.

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A new chatroom has opened

Ever since Jaehee had found out that y/n was a musical actress as well, she had been sending MC a lot of open script readings and try-outs from C&R’s affiliates. She was real grateful because she was only starting out in the musical scene, having only acted in one to two plays. Of course, Zen was ecstatic when he found out that his girlfriend was also in the same field of work as him, immediately grabbing the opportunity to sing a duet with y/n at the RFA’s celebratory after-party. y/n had been warming up and practicing her scales when the new chatroom had opened.

y/n: Hey, Jaehee! Jaehee: Y/n. Perfect timing Jaehee: There’s this new play that’s going to be adopted into a film by one of C&R’s subsidiaries Jaehee: You and Zen should try out for a role, you never know Jaehee: It’s a popular musical overseas called Hamilton.

The name rang a bell. It was the breakout musical that got really popular in America with the genre mainly being hip-hop and rap. It was pretty far from your usual style but you figured it was worth the challenge.

y/n: Ooh, sounds good y/n: Can you e-mail me the details? y/n: it’s a bit far from the genre’s Zen and I have gone for… y/n: But I’m up for a little challenge ^^ Jaehee: That’s what I hope too ^^ Jaehee: The auditions are three days from now, I think. Jaehee: I have to go… ;; Jaehee: Mr. Han’s calling me to his office. ;; y/n: Good Luck, Jaehee! y/n: And thank you for showing me the audition ^^

Jaehee left the chatroom.

As you left the chatroom, you smiled, sending Zen a quick text with all the details to the audition and a quick text cheering him on.

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A phone call with Zen later and he was over the moon with the thought of auditioning with you. A quick message to Jaehee texting her Zen was also willing to audition and an hour later, your email notification went off. Opening it, you find Jaehee’s e-mail containing the information about the auditions.

To: MCy/[email protected] From: [email protected]

y/n and Zen, Here’s the link to sign up for the auditions: http:// hamiltionthemovieauditions.com/korea/auditions I’ve already input your names, you’ll be receiving the confirmation e-mails soon.

Here’s the names and contact of the director. Director Lee Heungmin xx-xxxx-xxxxx

The audition pieces were also attached to Jaehee’s e-mail. Since it had been a year since the musical was released in America y/n had plenty of material to base her interpretation of Elizabeth Schyuler off of.

You spent an hour on your couch, researching yours and Zen’s character, watching clips of the musical from MeTube and “slime tutorials”. By the end of the day, you were practically hooked on the musical, slowly mouthing the words along with the musical actresses. You didn’t realize it was already dark outside, Zen was supposed to be coming to your apartment for dinner. Jumping up, you open the audition song you were supposed to be singing and play it on repeat as you scramble to get dinner ready.

The door opened just as you were taking the chicken breast out of the oven. Smiling over your shoulder, you hear Zen calling out your name.

“y/n? Babe, I’m home!” grinning at his words, you dust off your hands on your apron, before walking towards the apron. Sure he was only coming over for dinner and maybe a little movie, but it had become a habit for the both of you to act like a married couple, annoying the other RFA members to no end.

“Zenny!~ How was meeting with the directors today?” you ask him, pecking his cheek. Zen grinned.

“I’m happy that musical’s finally done, it was a lot of fun, but that role was pretty awkward.” He says, while walking the both of you to your kitchen. “How’d your day go?”

“I barely made dinner in time today, I was researching the roles for the musical Jaehee gave us.” You admit sheepishly, when he did a double-take at the stack of papers on the dining table.

“I didn’t get to listen to the tracks yet, but what do you think?” Zen asks, reading over the scattered papers and cleaning them up. You thanked him with a quick peck on the cheek, laying out the utensils ready.

“The tracks are amazing, I looked it up, and the musical is really famous overseas. The characters are also pretty amazing, I’ve been listening to the songs non-stop since Jaehee sent it to be honest.” Zen smiled, and hugged you from behind.

“Sing one for me?” He asked, and how could you say no to him? You laugh, patting his arm to get your phone that was still connected to the speakers.

“You know I can’t say no to that handsome face.” You grin, blushing. “Actually, there’s a song that fits us, I think… and it just so happens to be the audition piece for the character I want to try for.”

“Really now?” he grinned as he sat down.

“Yes, the more I read about this musical, the more I think you fit the lead.”

At Zen’s confused face, you scroll through the songs, stopping on Helpless. Passing him the lyrics and gesturing to Hamilton’s lines.

(play the song here for immersion)

“Ohh, I do I do I do I Dooo! Hey! Ohh, I do I do I do”

At the start of Eliza’s lines, you grab Zen by his jacket causing him to blush.

“Boy you got me Helpless! Look into your eyes, and the sky’s the limit I’m”

You grin at him swooning, holding you hand to your chest like you’ve been struck by cupid.

“helpless! Down for the count, and I’m drownin’ in ‘em”

You start walking around the table, Zen following you. You grab your phone, unlocking it so it showed your wallpaper which was a photo of you and Zen at the first RFA party you’d organized, where you hid from all the party goers that you’d promised some absurd things to--

“I have never been the type to try and grab the spotlight We were at a revel with some rebels on a hot night

At that line, you show Zen your wallpaper. Shaking his head at your antics he turns back to the music sheet on his hands. While he was busy, you start making your way back towards him.

“Laughin’ at my sister as she’s dazzling the room Then you walked in and my heart went “Boom!” Tryin’ to catch your eye from the side of the ballroom Everybody’s dancin’ and the band’s top volume”

As you sang you begin swaying side to side, trying to mimic the dancing you’d done at the RFA party.

“Grind to the rhythm as we wine and dine Grab my sister, and whisper, Yo, this one’s mine. My sister made her way across the room to you (Ooh) And I got nervous, thinking “What’s she gonna do?” (Ooh) She grabbed you by the arm, I’m thinkin’ “I’m through” (Ooh) Then you look back at me and suddenly I’m Helpless!”

You take his face in your hands and stare at his eyes smiling, as you sang the next words. He stares back, smiling at you one of his hands going to snake around your waist.

“Oh, look at those eyes Look into your eyes And the sky's the limit I'm helpless I'm helpless, I know Down for the count and I'm drownin' in 'em I'm so into you I am so into you I'm helpless I know I'm down for the count and I'm drownin' in 'em Down for the count and I'm drownin' in 'em

y/n gestured towards the lyrics in his hands. Zen took them and began reading the lines along with the original voice.

“Where are you taking me?” he reads.

I’m about to change your life by all means, lead the way

“Elizabeth Schuyler. It’s a pleasure to meet you” Using the apron as a “skirt” she curtsied in front of him, making him laugh.

“Thank you for all your service”

“If it takes fighting a war for us to meet, it will have been worth it”

At that line, Zen takes your hand and tugs you back to be closer to him and kisses your hand, and you laugh. He hadn’t even seen the musical but he’d done what his character would’ve done already, you knew he was just the perfect fit for Hamilton.

I’ll leave you to it

“One week later I’m writin’ a letter nightly Now my life gets better, every letter that you write me Laughin’ at my sister, cuz she wants to form a harem”

I’m just sayin’, if you really loved me, you would share him

“Ha!”

You think back to the first days of you being in the RFA when Jaehee had been a little protective over Zen. You didn’t hold it against her, really, she was just concerned for the future of her idol, but it did make you think a little more everytime you’d talked to either of them. Thankfully she’d accepted your relationship with Zen eventually.

“Two weeks later in the living room stressin’ My father’s stone-faced while you’re asking for his blessin’ I’m dying inside, as you wine and dine And I’m tryin’ not to cry ‘cause there’s nothing that your mind can’t do My father makes his way across the room to you I panic for a second, thinking “we’re through” But then he shakes your hand and says “Be true” And you turn back to me, smiling, and I’m Helpless!”

Your heart sank a little as you sang the past lines, remembering Zen’s family. He’d recently started talking to them again and they still hadn’t accepted him or the concept of the two of you being in a relationship. Holding his hand, you smile at him. You had told him you’d wait for him, and you were adamant on keeping that promise. You were willing to wait, because he was someone worth waiting for.

“Look into your eyes and the sky's the limit I'm helpless (hoo!) This boy is mine, this boy is mine I'm helpless Down for the count and I'm drownin' in 'em”

Gesturing to the lyrics in his hand, Zen reads over the lines, skipping a couple at first, getting used to the beat before singing along.

“Eliza, I don’t have a dollar to my name An acre of land, a troop to command, a dollop of fame All I have’s my honor, a tolerance for pain A couple of college credits and my top-notch brain Insane, your family brings out a different side of me Peggy confides in me, Angelica tried to take a bite of me No stress, my love for you is never in doubt We’ll get a little place in Harlem and we’ll figure it out.”

At that, he stares back at you, and you smile at him knowing every word that he meant everything that came out of his mouth.

“I’ve been livin’ without a family since I was a child My father left, my mother died, I grew up buckwild But I’ll never forget my mother’s face, that was real And long as I’m alive, Eliza, swear to God You’ll never feel so…”

The two of you begin to sing together,

“Helpless! I do, I do, I do, I do I do, I do, I do, I do! Helpless! Hey, yeah, yeah! Down for the count and I'm drownin' in 'em Helpless! I look into your eyes and the sky's the limit, I'm— Down for the count and I'm drownin' in 'em”

Knowing the song was coming to an end, you pull Zen closer towards you using his jacket. Caught off guard, Zen blushes but holds you closer.

In New York, you can be a new man… In New York, you can be a new man… In New York, you can be a new man…

“Helpless”

Noses nearly touching, you end the song with a kiss. You feel Zen melt into it, his hands moving to the back of your head to deepen the kiss. Your heart felt like it was moving a thousand miles an hour. This man really did make you feel helpless.

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I know it’s impossible to sing along perfectly to a song you’d never heard of but this is fanfiction land so just imagine Zen can follow the tune of the song REAL WELL

it’s been a hot second since i played Zen’s after ending but I imagined this set a little after it, but instead of being Zen’s manager, I made MC a musical actor.

I got into Hamilton and this Zen CG just popped into my head-- I mean come one the glasses, the costume??? My man’s basically the korean Alexander Hamilton lmao. and i am OBSESSED with the idea of MC being a singer as well and them just?? singing?? to each other?? filming short covers of their voice for the other person to listen to and posting their covers on social media and---

I have very strong feelings for this man okay---

#mystic messenger #mystic messenger zen #mystic messenger hyun ryu #mystic messenger x reader #mystic messenger scenario #zen x reader #zen #hyun ryu x reader #mystic messenger oc #mystic messenger AU

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cilldaracailin · 4 years

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A Kind Of Magic

Ahh I luffles this part :)

“Even the most ordinary things can be made extraordinary simply by doing it with the right people”

“If you mention those hot pants once more Maggie, I am ending this phone call.”

Robyn looked to Taron who was further down the aisle looking at the baking items on the shelf, holding onto the trolley he had insisted they got. Robyn normally used a basket or a re-useable shopping bag, rather than a trolley but Taron quickly routed through his pockets for some change so he could pop a euro into the slot to free a trolley.

“Robyn, he has been at your house now for a week, surely you have seen some sort of hot pants style outer garments.”

Robyn ended the call with her friend and walked over to Taron. “You don’t need to put the icing in Taron. We will make our own.”

“Let’s keep it.” He said taking it from Robyn’s hands as she went to put it back on the shelf.

“Taron, we don’t need chocolate icing. We are going to make some vanilla icing.”

He threw the pot of chocolate buttercream back into the trolley. “So, then we do need it.”

Robyn looked to the phone that was ringing in her hands again. As they walked around the shop, Robyn’s phone had rung, her friend from Florida a little worried that she hadn’t heard from her in over a week. She filled the American in quickly and when Maggie had heard that Taron had arrived at Robyn’s house, she couldn’t help but utter the words hots pants.

“I am sorry. Don’t hang up on me again.”

Robyn followed Taron as he wheeled the trolley, rolling her eyes as he took random items from the shelf and put them in the trolley.

“Then let’s have a nice low-key conversation Maggie and a quick one. I need to stop Taron from buying the whole coffee section. Taron, we don’t need coffee beans.” She said as she put them back on the shelf, after he had put them in the trolley.

“Robyn?”

“Sorry Maggie, Taron is… Taron!” Robyn walked into him as he stopped. “We don’t need those coffee beans either! Sorry Maggie.”

As the bruising on his face had finally started to fade a little, when Taron grinned widely, it just made him look like a cheeky little boy up to no good.

“But coffee?” He said innocently.

Robyn grabbed his right hand. “Maggie I am going to have to call you back.” She ended the call and pushed the phone into her jeans pocket.

“Coffee?” Asked Taron again, laughing as Robyn sighed. “Ok ok! I am sorry!” He swung his arm around Robyn’s waist. “I will be good I promise. I promise.” He kissed her hair. “I will push the trolley and you can put the shopping in.”

Robyn looked in the trolley. “You do realise I live alone right? I don’t need most of this stuff and we only came in for the surprises for the cake.”

“So, we can’t put jam inside the cake?” Asked Taron.

“We can put the jam on some toast but not on the cake.” She walked back to the baking shelf. “We can put these icing shapes inside and sugar strands and this unicorn confetti.” She handed the items to Taron and he put them in the trolley. “Now follow me.” She walked him around to the sweet aisle. “Jellies can go inside as well as chocolate buttons, white and milk and popping candy.”

Taron took everything from Robyn as she handed them to her. “These will stick to jam.”

“Hence why we don’t put jam inside the cake Taron. When you cut the cake, all the stuff inside will tumble out and that’s the surprise.”

“I knew that.” He said as he pulled a packet of Jelly Babies from the shelf. “I just like jam on stuff.” Taron turned to look at Robyn. “You are going to put me in time out, aren’t you?” He said, her face not giving away anything except maybe a slight annoyance, but as she stood with her hands on her hips, his stomach flipped with those butterflies he had been experiencing all week.

“I don’t put kids in time out but there are consequences for unwanted behaviour.”

“Consequences?” He asked, stepping closer to her. “Such as?”

“No baking, head massage or cookies.” Robyn folded her arms over her chest. “Taron! Quit it!” He had reached around her and pulled three bars of chocolate off the shelf and they fell straight into the trolley behind her. “Jesus I should have had another coffee.” Robyn ran her hands through her hair and looked at him. “Do you want to sleep outside tonight?”

Taron chuckled. “You would never.”

“You think you know me Taron but really, do you? Do you?”

Another wonderful laugh filled his body. “I can go to your parents’ house.”

It was too hard to stay even slightly frustrated with him, especially when his eyes creased at the side and his beautiful dimples appeared when his smile filled his whole face or even more so when he initiated a hug so warm and tight, it made her smile wide.

“Can we keep the chocolate please? I absolutely promise I will be good and listen. I am sorry. You know I love you.” Taron stopped for a second when he realised what he said but quickly continued. “Today, so far, has been perfect and sometimes I just get giddy, maybe a little too giddy.”

“I like you giddy.” She admitted. “I like it because I have seen it when you are not giddy and I don’t like that so stay giddy Taron.” She moved away a little from him but her arms were still around his waist. “Always stay giddy.” Taron winked at her. “You’re such a fucking messer.” She added when his smile turned to a smirk, her own face giving into a smile as his eyes sparkled in the lights of the store.

Taron gave her another squeeze and a soft kiss again on her head. “So, what else does this cake need?”

They made it back to Robyn’s house in one piece, Taron being very well behaved and once again insisting he paid for the groceries. “To be fair, you only wanted about five things in here so let me pay.” He helped her to pack away everything too, both leaving out the ingredients to bake the cake with.

“Do you need the recipe book?” Asked Taron as he pulled his hoodie off with a little struggle as the stretch hurt a bit. He threw it on the couch and walked to the island where Robyn had moved her kitchen aid too so they would have more space.

“Nope. I know this recipe off.” She quickly tied her hair up in a loose high pony tail. “Ok so first things first, let’s line the baking tins.”

“First things first, music.” Corrected Taron. “Hey Alexa play The Script.”

“Ohh good choice.”

“I saw they were on your spotify library.”

“Good Irish band.”

“Right so baking tins.”

Robyn showed Taron how to line the first of the seven baking tins and he easily helped to line the remaining six with her.

“Pre-heat oven to one eighty.” She instructed. “And now we weigh all the ingredients.”

It was a baking partnership that worked very well, just as everything else they did together and quickly they had the all the cake batter mixing.

“That is a lot of cake.”

“We have a lot of cakes to make, which by way, what on earth are me and you going to do with a seven-layer rainbow cake?”

“Eat it?” Answered Taron slowly.

“A seven-layer cake?”

“Ok eat some of it.”

Robyn flicked some flour Taron’s way as she shook her head, only to feel something hit her arm. She looked at him but he had found something to stare at on the ceiling so she flung some more flour at him, the white powder leaving obvious traces on his black t-shirt.

“Are you really going to start this?” He asked, finally looking to her.

“Yes I am.” She replied throwing a handful of flour his way, Taron looking down as it hit his chest.

“You are really going to start this.” He asked again stepping closer to her, his own hand creeping into the bag of sugar beside him. “This terrible cliched scene of throwing flour at each other.”

“Why not.” She said cupping some more flour and chucking it at him, his right arm now white and dusty.

“Robyn…” He started but stopped when more flour hit the crotch of his jeans. “That was a low blow.” He smiled.

“No, this is a low blow.” She said taking three quick steps closer to him and landing a pile of flour on his head, fluffing his hair. “Feel like a head massage?” She asked.

“Do you?” He asked as he held onto her left arm and sprinkle the sugar in his hand onto her head.

Laughter, shouts and squeals filled the air as a full on flour and sugar war ensued, neither holding back, Taron taking advantage of his strength at one point holding Robyn firm around her waist as he buried his hand into the bag of flour and dipped his hand behind the neck of t-shirt, dropping the flour down her back. She managed to squirm her way out as and retaliated by dumping the whole bag of sugar over his head. Luckily Robyn knew where she kept the spare bags of flour and while Taron brushed sugar from his face, she pulled a second bag from the press and opened it quickly, getting two hands inside, flinging it towards Taron again.

“Shit where did you get that!”

“I shall never tell my secrets!” Laughed Robyn as she pulled two more handfuls from the bag but once again Taron grabbed her tightly and even as she tried to throw the flour at him over her shoulder, it mostly went on her, both in stitches as white dust filled Robyn’s kitchen, the kitchen aid and music still going in the background.

Lifting Robyn a little so he could walk, Taron managed to get to the bag of flour she had found and got his left hand into it. Robyn grabbed his hand, doing her best to keep it at arm’s length and while shaking his hand, Taron’s aim missed as went to throw it at her.

“Another bites the dust!” She sang as Taron let her go. She moved quickly to pick up the bag of flour, holding it in her hands.

He took two strides towards her and pulled on the paper packaging at the same time as Robyn threw the bag at him but with both of their hands on the bag, it went up rather towards Taron, flour spilling over the two of them like a shower of water. Robyn still had some of the ripped paper in her hands and took a step to throw it at Taron, but lost her footing and slipped on the flour on the tiled floor and fell hard onto the ground her left shoulder hitting the floor first before she lay flat in the white mess on the floor.

“Shit Robyn!” Taron got to his knees and placed his hands on her shoulders. “Are you ok?”

It wasn’t the answer he was expecting but Robyn started to laugh and laugh hard, her whole body shaking as she giggled. When she opened her eyes and looked at Taron, she laughed even harder, Taron quickly joining her as he sat back on his heels.

“Seriously though, are you ok?” He asked.

“Yeah I am good.” Robyn moved to sit up, rolling her left shoulder a little. “Ow.” She said quietly giggling a little. “That was karma coming to bite me for starting this.”

“This?” Taron looked around the kitchen. “This was fun. I enjoyed this.” He blew on his nose as Robyn picked up a pinch of flour from the floor and tossed it at him.

“Oh no your head.” Robyn gently brushed some flour from Taron’s forehead, his face wincing a little. “Probably not the best to have flour in there.” She said as, as she move his hair away, Taron closing his eyes as some loose flour fell down onto his face. “Are you ok? Lots of quick movements there. Your ribs ok?”

He opened his eyes and smiled. “I am good. Just a twinge.” He gentled rubbed his side and looked at the mess around them “This was my consequence for my behaviour in the shop, wasn’t it?”

Robyn chuckled. “No. This was just me deciding to be giddy. I saw the flour and just went for it. Knew you would play along and you played along beautifully. You are destroyed in flour and sugar.” She giggled again as she pulled his t-shirt away from his chest and let it bounce back, powder residue floating in the air.

“You are too.” Taron pulled his phone from his pocket. “This needs to go on the wall.” He moved so he was sitting beside her and with a bit of trouble as his hands were covered in flour, finally got his phone unlocked and opening the camera, switched it to selfie mode and took a number of pictures of the two. “We will print them later.” Taron pushed his phone back into his jeans. “You sure you are ok? You hit the ground pretty hard and that’s your sore shoulder.”

“Yeah I am good.” She rolled her shoulder again. “Ugh ow.”

Taron shuffled over to the fridge and pulled open the freezer. He grabbed a pack of frozen fruit from one of the drawers before he closed the door again. He moved back to Robyn and knelt beside her. “Here.” He placed the cold plastic on her left shoulder. “Ice helps right?”

“Yeah ice helps. Thanks Taron.”

“So you really followed through the cheesy movie moment huh?” He asked holding the frozen fruit.

“I saw an opportunity and I ran with it.” She answered enjoying how the cold from the plastic bag on her shoulder eased the slight heat of pain she felt.

“Ran wild with it Robyn.”

“Too be fair I did say we would start this when it wouldn’t hurt you too much the day we made the apple crumble when you started this whole thing.”

Taron grinned. “Yes that is true, I suppose in a round about way.”

“So it really is your fault that this whole thing happened.”

“You are going to try and twist it that way?”

“I am.” She enjoyed how he laughed, laughing herself as more flour floated from him as his body moved. “Are you sure you’re ok?” She asked again. “This hasn’t hurt you has it?”

“No I am good. No more than usual.”

“Well well well, what do we have here?” Taron and Robyn looked and saw someone standing behind the breakfast bar. “Robyn Quinn, what on earth have you and this beautiful man in your kitchen been up too?”

Robyn turned to look at Taron but he spoke before she did. “Claire?”

“Claire.” She confirmed.

Robyn had spoken about her best friend to Taron a lot as they got to know each other, so Taron didn’t need an introduction.

“I can go. You two look like you are in the middle of something.”

“Taron spilt some flour.” Said Robyn. “He’s quite messy!”

Taron chuckled with her and slowly got to his feet, holding out his left hand to help Robyn to her up, putting the frozen fruit on the island.

“Some flour?” Asked Claire as she walked to the edge of the island watching as Taron pulled her friend up. “Some flour? Robyn your kitchen is a state!”

“Meh.”

“Meh? What have you done with my friend?” Asked Claire as she watched the two try to brush themselves down. She had knocked on the door but as usual Robyn hadn’t heard, so she opened the door, letting herself in to see her best friend and the man she had teased her about over a week ago, throwing flour at each other laughing hysterically.

“Believe it or not...” Said Taron as he bent his head over and ruffled his hair, lots of flour and sugar falling to the ground. “Robyn started it.”

“My bad.” Robyn turned the kitchen aid off. “Our cakes might be over mixed now. Woops.”

Taron stood beside her and dipped his finger in the cake batter and tasted it. “Nope. All good.”

“So, you two have been up to all sorts then?” Asked Claire as she pulled a stool over to the side of the island that wasn’t covered in flour.

“This and that.” Replied Robyn, looking at her friend. “Claire this is Taron, Taron, Claire.”

Taron moved around to hold his hand out to shake her hand. “Eh no thank you. I shall wait until you are not covered in flour.”

Taron looked to his arms. “Yeah I might go and wash this off.”

“Oh no you don’t. We need to make this cake before this batter deflates.”

“Seriously?” Asked Taron as Robyn started to pull some large bowls from the bottom press and hand them to him.

“Yes, seriously Taron. It will take us five minutes to finish. You wanted to make the rainbow surprise cake. Claire you mind?”

“Not at all. You continue on. I am going to watch with great amusement.”

Robyn gave Taron another two bowls and he set them on the counter. She joined him with a weighing scales and turned to ask him to get her a spoon when she stopped. “I might just clean your head first Taron. Really didn’t think about that wound when I threw the flour.” Robyn took a clean tea-towel from the drawer and fully drenched it with warm water at the sink before squeezing the water out. She motioned Taron over to her and he did as she asked, allowing Robyn to gently wash the flour from his head, closing his eyes as it stung a little. “Ok that’s better. Just to be sure. Now cake.”

Claire watched on with grin as her friend gently cleaned Taron’s forehead, keeping her right hand on his left jaw and didn’t miss how she rubbed his left cheek with her thumb as she did so, Taron’s eyes on her the whole time unless Robyn hit a sensitive part of his forehead. Claire couldn’t wait to get Robyn alone so she could talk to her.

Quickly, Robyn weighed out the batter and divided it into the seven waiting bowls. She gave Taron the red, orange and yellow food colouring to mix into the batter while she mixed the other colours. They poured the batter into the prepared tins and popped them all into Robyn’s oven.

“Done.” Smiled Taron holding his hands up for a double high five from Robyn, which she gave him laughing. “Now can I go and shower? I am all itchy from the flour.”

“You’re itchy? You threw a handful down my back!”

Taron grinned. “Yes, I did.”

“Go. Go and shower. I will clean up here.”

“Oh no, I will help you clean up first.”

“Taron it’s ok. I can…”

“…. We made the mess together. I will help you.”

“Jesus you two are like an old married couple.” Claire said. “I am going to go and sit on that couch until this place is clean. You continue to argue over it.”

“Two of us together.”

It took Robyn and Taron fifteen minutes to clean up the kitchen, and when they were finished the cakes were ready to come out of the oven too.

“Look at the colours of those!” Smiled Taron. “Proper rainbow.” He helped Robyn to carefully take the cakes out of the tins and lay them on cooling racks. “Now I am going to shower, unless you want to go first.”

“No, you go ahead. I think Claire wants to have a chat.”

“Might take a few extra minutes then.” He said. He had a feeling he was going to be the main topic of conversation between the two friends.

“If you go through the laundry room, you can grab clean towels on the way to the bathroom. Just throw your clothes into the laundry basket in the bathroom. I will wash them with mine later on.”

Taron nodded and followed her advice, closing the bathroom door behind him.

“Is this his?” Asked Claire as she walked back into the kitchen holding Taron’s grey hoodie.

“Yep.”

“Have you smelt this? It smells divine. Although, you do have the real thing. You can always smell him.”

“Claire! At least wait until you hear the shower running before you start talking about him and no, I don’t tend to go around smelling my guests or their clothes.”

“Maybe not but you make flirty goggley eyes at him though. I saw the way you two looked at each other when you were cleaning his head.”

“Seriously?”

“Seriously.” Repeated Claire. “So…”

“And here you go with this whole ‘so’ thing. My mother did the same thing when we went to dinner.”

“You brought Taron to dinner at your parents?”

“My mam happened to walk in on us having breakfast last weekend and invited us.”

“And…”

“Ugh here we go again. And what?” Claire wiggled her eyebrows, while Robyn rolled her eyes. “So, men and woman can’t be friends now, no?”

“Friends? Friends who have a flour fight while laughing and giggling and just move so close around each other. Seriously, you two are nearly glued at the hip.”

“Whatever Claire.”

“Don’t whatever me Robyn. I see a spark.”

“No what you see are two people who finally feel free from their horrific experience and are enjoying their time together. It’s the first day I have heard him laugh like that. I mean I have heard him laugh but not like that, like for the first time, he doesn’t have the weight of who he is on his shoulders. He hasn’t stopped smiling all day. It was a very different story four days ago and it wasn’t like this last week when he arrived. It might look like all fun and sunshine and yeah most of the time now it is but it hasn’t been. It’s been fucking hard Claire and what you see might be a connection but it’s a connection that sprung from a shocking incident, one that still haunts us both, even though we talk about it every day.”

“You really saved his life.” Robyn nodded. “Seriously, though smell this hoodie. It’s gorgeous. Ok, ok! Sorry, sorry.” Claire walked around the island when she saw her friend’s eyebrows furrow deeply. “When you are not covered in flour, I will hug you. I can’t say I understand what you have been through because I know I won’t be able to but I can try to understand why you both have that connection. You’re friends for life Robyn, a life that he has because of you but I still believe there is a spark. Don’t roll your eyes at me. It’s there.”

“You know what I am going to say.”

“Yeah I do, so don’t. I am glad he came to see you Robyn.”

“Me too.”

“Seriously who are you and what have you done with my stubborn and pig-headed Robyn?”

“She is still here but has learnt it is good to let others in and share your problems.”

“I like him.”

“As does everyone else who has met him. Just my parents and Emma.” Replied Robyn.

“And me.” When her friend smiled sadly, Claire picking up on the change in mood. “Oh dear, what’s that smile for.”

“Just thinking about how quiet this place will be when he goes home.” Robyn stalled for a second when Claire pulled her in for a hug. “What about the flour?”

“I don’t care. You need a hug. Have you talked to him about it yet?”

“Nope.”

“Robyn has he even been home to his home and family?”

“Nope. He came straight to me from Florida.”

“I definitely like him.” Claire hugged her friend tight. “It’s not going to be an easy good bye is it?”

“Nope. I know it has to be done but we have this little bubble around us. Just us.”

“Want me to tell you what I have read on social media?” Asked Claire as she ended the hug.

“Nope.”

“No? It might be as bad as you think it is.”

“No. I don’t want to know. Taron’s publicist Lyndsey has told us not to look and I haven’t. When Taron goes home to Wales, he is going to make a press statement about what happened and ask for our privacy to be respected.”

“You’re going to be famous.”

“I am going to be slaughtered by his fans.”

“Or praised for saving his life. Taron is used to this stuff Robyn. You trust him?”

“Absolutely.”

“Then trust he knows what he is doing when he goes home.”

“I do.”

“Think you will get to go to a movie premier with him?”

Robyn laughed. “Not that I would ever want to but he has already offered.”

“What?”

“We made a deal in the 7/11 that we would have sing off but he is trying to back out. Saw the DVD’s of the musical society.”

“Scaramouche?”

“Yep.”

“Good he needs to be scared. I know he can sing, but you can sing Freddie.”

The girls laughed with each other.

“Robyn talk to him. If you are feeling worried about saying goodbye then you know he has to be too. Imagine how he feels having to leave this protective little home you’ve made for him. It’s Taron who has to go back into the press and media. I’d imagine it’s going to be a lot harder for him.”

Robyn nodded. Taron had already briefly approached the subject of staying with her forever and while she could somewhat hide in her home, Taron had to go back to work eventually and complete many promotional tours, more than likely being asked the same questions over and over.

“Shower is all yours.”

Both girls looked Taron’s way as he walked back into the kitchen, dressed in a black pair of jeans and a white t-shirt.

“Great. You be nice to him.” Robyn pointed her finger at Claire. “I am serious Claire. I will tell him what you have just been doing.”

Taron looked from Robyn to Claire. “What did I miss?”

“Taron, tea? Coffee?” Asked Claire as she pushed his hoodie discreetly across the island.

“Good girl. Just yell if you need saving.”

“And you’ll come running in your nudey nudes?” Laughed Taron.

“To save you from an interrogation, yes I would. Be nice and don’t touch the cakes yet Taron. We still have to make the icing.”

Robyn walked to the bathroom in through the laundry room grabbing two clean towels along the way, closing both doors behind her. Taron had thrown his clothes in the hamper like she had asked him too, along with the towels he had used and when she stepped under the water, she saw that he had fixed her toiletries so her shampoo was once again to her left. Without hesitation she switched them back. She could easily get used to it the way Taron had put it. Letting the water run over her face, Robyn sighed. Their day had been perfect and once Claire left; Robyn knew she was going to ruin it by bringing up the conversation of Taron going home.

#Taron Egerton #Taron Egerton Fanfiction #Taron Egerton Fanfic #Taron Fanfic #Love #Friendship #Baking #Flour Fight #Rainbow Cake #Childish Behaviour #Patience

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A Thrill I’ve Never Known (Chapter 13)

Belonging

A little chat with Abigail and some realisations.

(All chapters tagged with #ATINK and also posted on Ao3, username PorkChop)

Micah and I were sat going through his saddle bags at the table, well, he was watching me go through them while he idly cut chunks out of the table with the tip of his knife. He'd picked up any valuables he found, as well as anything that might come in useful like food or tools, he'd done a very good job of it too.

"This is all great, Micah," I said, sorting things into piles so we could more easily work out how much we'd taken. We had piles for cash, jewellery, trinkets and collectables (he'd stolen a lot of pocket watches, some he said were worth a lot) and for things that we'd be keeping rather than selling. Each pile was pretty generous.

"Why d’you sound so surprised? It's not like I haven't done this before," he said drily, looking at me from under his hat.

"I'm not surprised you managed to find it all, I'm surprised at how much those people had. We uh, we really cleaned them out," I gave an unsteady laugh as I pulled the final money clip out of the bag and tossed it on the pile.

"We sure did," he smirked at me, then noticed the look on my face. "That's a face that don't belong here, if ever I've seen one."

"What's that mean?"

"Guilt. You're feeling guilty, ain't you? Well you better suck it up, darling, we ain't got time for those kinds of feelings," he warned, jabbing his knife into the table, hard.

"I know. I'm fine, I'll get used to it," I shrugged and he let out a low laugh.

"You stick with me and you will," he said. I looked up at him, caught off guard by the genuine look of encouragement on his face. "Anyway, you wanted guns, didn't you?"

Micah rose to his feet and put his knife away, strolling over to his horse and waving me over. I sped-walked to keep up with him and when we reached his horse, he retrieved the Springfield Rifle that I'd spotted on the mantelpiece.

"Happy birthday, darling," he crooned, handing it over to me.

"Oh, yes! Thank you, Micah!" I grinned at him, then looked down at the weapon, turning it over in my hands and inspecting it. It was engraved G. M. S, I assumed Geoffrey's initials, in swirling script.

"It'll need a clean, but it looks magnificent on you, brings out your eyes," he said, oozing sarcasm with every word. He stepped towards me and tipped my chin up with his finger. "Do I get a kiss?"

"You're gonna have to do better than that," I snorted, removing myself from his grip and turning to store the gun on Rayna's saddle, who was hitched up next to Micah's horse.

"Was worth a try," he said, gesturing widely with his arms as he strolled backwards away from me. Over his shoulder I spotted Arthur, watching us as he changed his clothes. He was just buttoning up his shirt, and despite him being fully dressed, I averted my eyes anyway.

Micah was with Dutch, no doubt explaining how the robbery had gone. I figured we'd made at least a few hundred dollars from our haul. I was heading over there to join him, but Arthur met with me half way and nodded at me in greeting.

"You and Micah did that house together, then?" He questioned.

"Yeah, Dutch paired us up as soon as he got here. I'm not entirely sure who the man is, but he did a good job picking the house clean," I gestured towards the table and Arthur nodded.

"The man is someone I reckon we ought to be careful around, but that's just my thinking," Arthur said, lowering his voice. I stared at him for a moment, not really sure what I was supposed to say. "Anyway, I thought I should tell you, I think if you're wanting to head off on your own, soon would be a good time."

"Why? Because of Micah?" I raised my brows.

"He's as good an incentive as any, but no, not exactly. The Pinkerton detective agency, they're after us and they know we're over here. I bumped into a couple of them when I was out fishing with Jack this morning, and it weren't exactly a warm welcome," he explained, tone hushed yet urgent.

"So, what, are you moving on?" I asked, eyes widening at the news.

"I don't know. Probably," he shrugged his shoulders. "I've got this train robbery on with John later, I guess we'll see how that goes."

"Is that a good idea?"

"Between you and me, I don't think we've had one of those in a long time. But we do what we can," he sighed.

"Hey, cowpoke, she giving you the lowdown on our little job today? Am I in your good books yet?" Micah came over to us thumbs hooked on the waist of his pants.

"Micah," Arthur nodded tersely.

"She tell you about the part where I came in like her knight in shining armour when Mr. What's-his-face got a little too friendly?" He smirked between the two of us, practically puffing up like a peacock. Arthur frowned and looked at me.

"No. What happened?"

"It wasn't a big deal, Mr. Schwartz seemed to think he was getting something out of the deal that he wasn't. I was about to handle it, but Micah stepped in," I explained dismissively, shaking my head. I did not want a big deal made out of the fact that a man had stepped in to save me. Again.

"I told him, no one takes a crack at my wife 'cept me." Micah wrapped his arm around my shoulders with a dirty laugh. "Ain't that right, sugarplum?"

"Something like that," I narrowed my eyes at him and plucked his arm from around me, stepping away.

Arthur looked between the two of us, analysing the situation before chuckling to himself. Micah shot him a questioning look.

"Oh, now that's risky," Arthur said.

Micah seemed puzzled. "What is?"

"Spinning far fetched stories, like you having a wife,"

"Ohh, come on now Morgan, you tryin'a hurt my feelings?" Micah laughed, taking a few steps closer to Arthur. "Mr. Schwartz, he believed it just fine, didn't he my sweet?"

Micah turned to me and snaked a hand around my waist, tugging me flush to him.

"Would you stop touching me?" I snapped, shoving him away from me. He held his hands up to me, giving me a look that was both indifferent and wounded, I couldn't tell which part was genuine. Arthur seemed thoroughly amused by the display.

"I'd listen to her if I were you," he chuckled. He shook his head as he walked away, patting my shoulder twice as he did. "I've gotta get going. Micah, leave the poor lady alone."

"Wait, Arthur," I spun around and caught his arm before he left. He turned back to me, eyes a little wide and confused. I was frozen for a second, what I was going to say completely evaporating from my mind. "Uhh, you'll be careful, won't you?"

"As careful as I can be, in this line of work. Don't you worry," he smiled, prying my hand from where it was still attached to his arm and giving it a gentle squeeze before carrying on towards his horse.

"Good luck!" I called to him as he mounted up. I watched him as he gave me a quick wave and started riding, disappearing between the trees.

"Now it all make sense," Micah said behind me. I didn't bother turning around. "You're all soft for Morgan, ain't you?" He scoffed.

I was so damn obvious, wasn't I?

With a sigh, I walked away, ignoring Micah's words.

Sitting around the fire with a bowl of Pearson's stew, I had time to think about what Arthur had said. He'd encouraged me to leave soon, if that's what I wanted. I supposed the timing was right; I had Rayna back, I had a gun, I had a little money after our robbery. I could ride out already, go and buy myself a tent and be back where I started, I could get on with my life. It was what I wanted, after all.

But something in me felt incomplete. Leaving felt strange, wrong. Even more wrong than it ever felt being here with all these people.

"Hey there," someone said. I looked up to see Abigail standing over me. "You look… brooding."

My mouth went a little dry, considering it was the first time she'd ever really spoken to me, and I was convinced she thought I was after John.

"Yeah, I guess I am a little," I admitted. She sat down next to me, never looking away.

"You worried about the fellers?" She guessed. I met her eyes and searched them for any sign of an ulterior motive, I wondered if she was trying to pry something out of me. However, I could only find sincerity.

"The train robbery? A little bit, I suppose. But I don't doubt they know what they're doing."

"That they do," she nodded. "I sometimes worry, of course. It's hard not to think that one day he might not come back from one of his jobs. By he I mean–"

"John," I nodded, taking a breath.

"Yes," she smiled a little. "I uh, I overheard Karen… what she said to you. I was behind the wagon having a cigarette, I weren't listening on purpose."

My heart was pounding and I could do nothing but stare at her. I wanted so badly to get up and walk away from the situation so I wouldn't have to face her, but I knew that'd only look bad.

"Don't look so worried," she laughed a little. "At first I thought maybe there was something to it. But the longer you've been here, and I've seen the way you are with him, I can see that you're just…"

I waited for her, she pressed her lips together and seemed to struggle with finding the words.

"You're just a girl who's never been around men all that much. You're like me when I was younger, all nervous and awkward," she said, then caught something in my expression that made her back track. "I don't mean that to be mean!"

"I didn't think you did," I shook my head but looked down, avoiding meeting her eyes. "But I suppose the fact that you noticed embarrasses me a little. If you notice, they notice."

"I don't think so. Men don't notice things like that," she laughed, patting my arm.

"Arthur did," I said, thinking back to the other day, before we looked for Rayna. He'd noticed my nervousness around people; whether he knew it was worse around him, I wasn't sure.

"You like him, don't you?" She questioned. I didn't say anything, but Abigail decided to explain her reasoning anyway. "When Mary-Beth teased you about it, you didn't exactly deny it. Plus, I've seen you with him and you act different. You look different."

"Do I? I've only known him a little while," I laughed, shaking my head like I found the whole thing amusing.

"That's all it takes," she was smiling at me now, a playful smile. At least I was wrong in thinking she hated me; relief just barely overshadowed the nerves I felt at being called out like this.

"He's a lovely man," I said quietly, and shook my head again. "But he's… he's so much more than me."

"I'm sorry?" She cocked a brow, thoroughly confused by my words. I wasn't even sure I knew how to explain them.

"I went with him to see Mary. I saw him with the woman he loved and she's nothing like me. She's older, prettier, she's experienced. Arthur is like… he's a real man, ain't he? I feel like a little girl in comparison. I don't think he's looking for anything right now, let alone with a woman like me who's barely even spoken to a man let alone kissed one."

"That's sweet," Abigail laughed.

"Sweet?" I cocked a brow.

"You think he ain't gonna look twice at you just 'cause you ain't done none of that before?"

"He ain't gonna wanna waste his time on someone who don't know the first thing about anything, a fine man like him I bet he could and does have whoever he wants. He's out of my reach," I admitted.

"You know, the fellers in this camp ain't shy about bringing women back here from time to time. Arthur, though, he's never… aside from Mary, once, but she weren't exactly here for a quickie," she said and I shook my head, feeling nosey despite not asking.

"That's none of my business," I said quietly.

"He ain't all that much of a ladies man, from what I've seen. Truth be told, he never really seems all that interested in anyone," she shrugged.

"Why're you telling me this?" I asked.

"Because I bet you're thinking he's this Casanova type, different woman in every town?" She guessed, the corner of her mouth lifting. I had to admit, she was kind of right. "I can't say I don't see why, he certainly could be like that if he wanted. But he ain't, I'd go as far as saying he's a little shy when it comes to these things. So, my thinking is, if you want him… you've gotta make the move."

I laughed, loudly. Abigail continued to give me this little smile.

"Yeah, alright. I'll do that when pigs fly."

"Hear me out. You ain't gotta do anything grand, you just gotta find little ways of letting him know you're interested. Subtle, but not too subtle," she explained making dainty little gestures with her hands, sitting up straight.

"Like what?" I still hadn't recovered from my amusement, this woman clearly didn't know me. Thinking I'd have the stones to even think of such a thing.

"Well it's up to you. But one thing I would do, stop dodging eye contact. I can see you doing that even with me, but you've got pretty eyes. Let him see them," she said, tilting my head up to face her with a hand on my chin.

"Eye contact for me is hard," I said, trying my best to keep my eyes on hers and feeling extremely uncomfortable in the process.

"It's a skill," she said, letting go of my chin. "It'd benefit you to learn it."

"Why're you giving me all this advice; you ain't doing this just 'cause you think I'm sweet on John and you're leading me off the trail, are you?" I snorted. Abigail chuckled, patting my arm.

"No, I ain't worried about that. Especially not now. I'm doing this because I think it might be nice for Arthur to have someone, he's a good man and that Mary girl never did treat him right," she sighed. "Truly, I think he holds this gang together at times, he's always this rock, this solid presence. Always got his head screwed on. I think that puts a lot of pressure on him, whether he knows it or not."

"He's incredibly loyal to you all," I nodded, admiring him for that.

"He is. I just think, if he had someone like I have John – and I know he and I aren't exactly a model couple right now but you get my point – it could be nice for him," she explained. I felt a weight on my shoulders at that, feeling like she was giving me some sort of duty that I wasn't equipped to carry out. I sighed and deflected the conversation.

"You and John, I don't know what's happened with you two but I hear you arguing. I just wanna say, I hope you two work things out. You have a beautiful family, Jack is such a sweet boy," I told her and she seemed touched by my words.

"Thank you," she said softly. "I hope so too. Just– John can be such a damn idiot, he makes me so mad."

"But you love him, right? That's what matters," I said, and Abigail nodded slowly, considering my words.

"Yeah. You're right about that."

It was late by the time any of the men returned from their train robbery. I honestly felt sick when I saw Sean and Charles turning up without Arthur or John, but I overheard them telling Dutch that everyone was fine, and the others should be back later. Apparently the robbery had gone well in terms of take, but badly in terms of fall out. A lot of lawmen had turned up, far more than expected. They'd taken care of them though, and lost them long before heading back.

I thought about what that meant; it was something I already knew but somehow I was a part of it now. These men had just got back from killing a bunch of people, taking men away from their families. This was such a different world to the one I'd lived in up until then. But what surprised me the most was that in my head, I easily brushed it off. The gang needed money, they went out to get it the only way they know how, how can they help it if the law turns up and they have to defend themselves? Either they shoot their way out of there or they get locked up, or worse; killed. They're doing what they need to do to survive, and they're doing it for this family that they'd built up. When I thought of it like that – and I so naturally did – I could understand in a way I never thought I would.

In fact, I found myself admiring their bravery.

I could feel that I was getting sucked in. I knew that this would be a smart time to leave, just like I'd planned all along. But here's the thing; I no longer had that burning feeling in my gut, the push to get away, the odd sense of homesickness that wasn't for bricks and mortar, but for solitude. It had all dissipated and in its place I was left with a sense of security and belonging, here of all places, with a bunch of criminals and killers. I was beginning to feel frighteningly at home, and it felt good.

#rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #arthur morgan #arthur morgan x reader #fanfiction #rdr2 fanfic #arthur morgan x female reader #atink #micah bell #abigail roberts #abigail marston #reader insert

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marvelgbt-posts · 5 years

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It’s Not A UK Thing|| Part II of ‘You Can Stay Under My Umbrella’

Part 1

Part 3

Part 4 (not yet posted)

{Tom Holland x Stylist! Male Reader}

Warnings: none- except for bad writing

Summary: Helping Tom with his lines, his costume, and other small side stuff...

A/N: “Peter Parker here to pick up a passport, please.” isn’t thAT hard to say… also forgot ‘mate’ is an everyday word in the UK, oops

*not edited*

“Peter Parker pere top a pasp ahh- god dAMMIT!” Tom sighed, running a hand though his already disheveled locks. You were sitting by your desk, sewing a tear in one of your sweaters while Tom was on your bed, rehearsing some lines for Far From Home.

“Peter Parker here to pick up a passport, please,” you reminded him. Tom threw his head back in frustration, “I knowww. How do you say it so easily?”

“Maybe it’s because I don’t have an accent like you? I dunno, but it really isn’t that hard. Just focus on the words. Trust the process. Be patient. Take it slow, say it slowly for me.”

Tom sighed, taking a deep breath, “Okay, ‘Peter Parker here to pick up a passport, please’.”

“Good, now faster. And keep going until you get it right. I’m going out for a bit for some food, want anything specific? Or I’ll just get some Cup-Noodles if that’s fine.”

“Yeah, noodles are fine.”

“Cool,” you picked up your keys, leaving your room and out the door, into the cold air.

Tom took this moment, turning it into an opportunity. He got up from your bed, fixing the shirt that had somehow managed to slip up. He moved to your desk, looking at the freshly resewn sweater you had finished just moments before. He took a moment to appreciate the soft and even patterns of how you stitched it together. “Hm,” he looked around, his hand lingering on the fabric a bit before moving with his body. He went to a bookshelf of yours, scanning his eyes through the multiple framed photos. One of you as a kid- maybe 6 or 7- another of your little sister when she was 2, sucking her thumb with wide and curious eyes. There was a family photo, you, your parents, your sister, and your family pet that you had kept with you once you left the house.

Tom picked up a photo of you with another girl. He hadn’t recognized her before, so he assumed she was an ex. Or maybe a current girlfriend? He hoped not. Why?

He placed the photo back, his thumb brushing over your happily still face, eyes shielded by the sunlight in a pair of dark sunglasses. Recently, you were more sleepy and groggy. It was hard for you to fall asleep due to stress, and would resort to finishing up projects due next month as a way to get your body tense enough to relax. Tom felt bad, he knew his job wasn’t as hard as those who worked behind the scenes- yet didn’t get enough recognition. You being included. Yet, you were so much more than just a stylist. You fixed his suits. You fixed his regular, everyday clothes. You helped with his lines. You offered to feed him and made sure he was well rested. You were basically his mom in the States. At this point, people would have assumed you two were already living together. Zendaya was no exception.

***

“Hey, Tom. This Thanksgiving, wanna go to your place, since you and (M/n) live together now?”

“What? We don’t live together!”

“But- wait, what? No- you’re always over there, though. I’m so sorry, I just assumed-”

***

Tom never mentioned it to you, though. He thought you might think it was weird, and would want him to start coming over less.

He flopped back onto bed, reaching over to take the forgotten script into his hand, flipping through the pages and going through the movie. He sighed, missing you already. He let his mind wander to the past few days, then the past few months. Then to the day he kissed your cheek. He wanted to tell you so badly that, that kiss was more than a ‘UK thing’ and he wanted to be more than coworkers.

But how would the public react? He knew he had made it clear he looked for more personality in a person, but he never officially came out to the public as- for the use of the umbrella term- gay.

“Uhnn, I hate thisss,” Tom hissed into his papers, which had now rested softly against his face as his hands were above his head, resting by the opposite side of the bed. Whether he was talking about the script, younger twister line, the kiss, or all- Tom didn’t even know anymore.

***

“Holland, I’m home,” you called out to the boy in your room. You locked the door as both Tessa and your pet shih tzu, Harper, greeted you at your feet. You placed the groceries in the kitchen before acknowledging both of them with a pat on their heads. You went to undo the cheap wrapping of the noodles, putting them in hot water to loosen it up. “Holland?” You called out to the actor, worry bubbling in the pit of your stomach. “Tom? Thomas?” You continued to call out carefully, expecting the worse. You slowly began to walk towards your room, hoping Tom was in there

There was a small hum coming from inside your room, making you look inside. “Oh my god, Tom...” you sighed, seeing Tom curled on his side into your pillow, head buried into it. His script had folded and crinkled, laid discarded on the floor due to Tom’s inability to keep it in his hand in his sleep.

You decided to wake him up, “Tom, Tom, Thomas… THOMAS STANLEY HOLLAND!!”

Tom jerked upward, looking around, “Mom! I’m sorry, I didn’t he-ah… wait… this isnt my room. (M/n)!” Tom whined, falling back onto the bed, rubbing his eyes. “Sorry dude, but you need to get up now. Noodles are waiting for us down stairs, I’m so freaking ready to stab my chopsticks into them and totally not show off my amazing skills,” you joked, winking. It wasn’t meant to be flirtatious- just a quick wink, the kind you’d send on your way out of a room or after saying something funny. But Tom was a blushing mess. You hadn’t taken notice, he hoped.

“But it’s so late! And I’m so tired!” Tom whined, eyes fluttering back to sleep. You sighed. Irritated, but feeling playful, you made your way to the bed and grabbed Tom by his waist, lifting his arms to move around your shoulders as you hoisted him up by his butt.

Man, only god could own an ass like his.

Tom’s face flushed, “(M-M/n)! Put me down!”

“Nope, you wouldn’t get up. So now face your punishment like a good boy.” Wait, no thats kinky-

Tom hid his face in your neck, sighing due to tiredness. You could’ve sworn he was breathing in your cologne, “To be honest, I’m too tired to fight back, mate.”

“Hm,” you cooed, rubbing his back a bit before making your way to the kitchen. By now, your noodles had loosened up enough to eat. You placed Tom on the couch, letting him sink into the cushions. You picked up your chopsticks, beginning to eat as some random kids cartoon played. You glanced at Tom, he hadn’t touched his food, but his attention was focused on the show. “Tom, do you not want the noodles? Do you want something else?”

Tom looked at you, eyes widening, “Oh! I forgot about those!”

“Here-” you placed your now empty cup of noodles down onto the coffee table in front of you. It had been over 24 hours since you last ate a ‘full meal’. “Say ahh...” you took Tom’s noodles in your hand, proceeding to feed him. Tom blushed, opening his mouth a little. “Tom, im’ma ‘bout’a drop this everywhere. Open your mouth- there we go,” you say. You were a little tired, making your words sound jumbled and merged together. “God, your mouth seems so small. You suck dick like that, Holland?” You smile playfully, yet tiredly.

Tom’s eyes widen, “What the fuck?!”

You burst into a fit of laughter, “HAHA- sorry, just. I don’t know. Thomas-”

Ohh, this is where shit gets real. When you call him by his full first name.

“- the day you kissed my cheek. Was it really just a UK thing?”

Tom tensed, this could be the day you would find out. The day you could be something more. But what if it went all wrong?

“Tom?” You say, brushing some of the strands of hair that got into his eyes.

That was it, that was the reassurance he needed. “No, mate. It’s Not A UK Thing.”

“Sooo, what? You like me?”

“Well, actually- its more like love,” Tom awkwardly scratched the back of his neck, refusing to make eye contact with you. You chucked, putting down the styrofoam cup, now only containing liquid and some bits of vegetables, and moved your now free arm to wrap itself behind Tom’s neck. He was already pretty small by himself, but with you next to him- your large body now practically hovering over his- he felt like an ant.

Your lips had connected to his, causing a small spark of what felt like electricity to run down Tom’s spine (and yours).

“Glad to know that, Holland. Glad to know.”

so, i might make a part 3, focusing more on the girl in the photo with you that Tom picked up, would yall be interested? it might contain angst, cuz i kinda wanna write angst--

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