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tfg blurb where y/n has a really hard night during a premiere and tom soothes her, but actually as tom, but not as a publicity stunt, and tom gets hurt because she thinks he doesn't actually care???? love you the most hannah <3

status: mid-story; enemies; parts 2-3; tom’s pov // read the fame game!

— tfg blurb night! —

Tom knows you’re struggling tonight, and it breaks his heart a little bit.

It’s the premiere to your latest film, the red carpet rolled out in LA. Tom had been convinced by PR to walk it by your side, accompanying you as your date, and whilst he was initially disappointed to trade his night-in with Harrison for the harassment of the paparazzi and the blinding bulbs of their cameras, he’s glad to have come along. There’s a tenseness in your jaw that he’s never seen before, and the questions from the journalists have been invasive at best, downright rude at worst.

“Are you okay?” Tom mutters, whispering into your ear. You’re between journalists, standing at the back of the carpet, and his eyes flit over your face, dissecting the way you have your eyes screwed shut and your eyebrows drawn together.

You suck in a deep breath, lower lip wobbling. “I’m fine, Tom,” you reply. “I’m…” You break off, and Tom notices the way your eyes scrunch further together, a quiver in your chin.

He looks around anxiously, realising that you’re too far away from both the entrance and the exit to get out of sight of the cameras if the tears start to roll, and he thinks they will. It doesn’t matter that Tom isn’t the fondest of you - he knows the power of bad press, and for you to be seen crying at your own premiere would dominate the headlines and discredit all of you hard work.

So, with gentle hands, Tom reaches out for you, slowly turning you around. He stands facing the cameras, drawing you into his chest, letting you rest your cheek against the front of his suit as his arms curl around you.

“What are you doing?” You mutter, voice weak. You’re not resisting, and after a moment, you reach out and wrap your arms around his waist. Tom can feel the front of his short grow damp with your tears. 

Tom hums, trying to ignore the way he can feel a thousand different eyes on you both. Despite his best efforts, you’re still both very obviously standing in the middle of the red carpet - just, instead of the media noticing your frustrated demeanour and angry tears, hopefully they’ll focus on the way Tom’s stopped to share a heartfelt moment with you.

“Helping you,” he replies. “You look like you’re about to cry, and I don’t think you want them to see you like that.”

You go very still for a few moments, and Tom finds himself kissing the top of your head, rolling his hands over your back. He wants to soothe you, doesn’t like how fragile you seem. You are one of the fiercest people that he knows, and he isn’t used to seeing you like this, so small and uncertain. He hates it.

Tom doesn’t know how you’ll react, but he certainly doesn’t expect to see the levels of angry malice glinting in your eyes when you pull away from his chest, finally. You still seem upset, but it’s less weepy and more irritated, as if you’ve channelled your frustration into Tom instead of the event.

“I don’t need your pity, or your help, Tom,” you say slowly, the tips of your teeth glinting. “I don’t need another publicity stunt tonight, alright?”

Tom’s eyebrows jump up his forehead, hurt fizzing out through his chest. He’s used to your unpleasant attitude, doesn’t know why he’s surprised to see it directed towards him again. Maybe he’d been distracted by the strawberry tones of your shampoo, but he could’ve been sure you’d been hugging him just as tightly as he’d been hugging you.

“I wasn’t doing it as a stunt,” he replies, keeping his face straight. He can feel himself bristling as he stares at the anger in your eyes, and he has to suck in a breath to keep himself calm. “I care about your feelings, Y/N, believe it or not, and I didn’t want you to blow your premiere because you got upset.”

You step back, rubbing at your arms, and Tom watches as you reach up to pinch the bridge of your nose. You sigh - loudly, seeming to deflate.

“Okay.” You reach out and offer him a hand, offering him a small smile. “Sorry,” you add. “Rough night.”

Tom sees the stress in your eyes and decides to rise above it. He loves picking a fight with you, normally, but it’s neither the time nor place for it tonight. 

So, Tom bites his tongue. “It’s fine,” he concedes. He slips his fingers into yours, and your intertwined palms fall between you as he shifts to rest by your side. “Are you ready?” He asks, tilting his head towards the lines of journalists.

You set your mouth into a firm line, nodding. “I think so.”

“Let’s do this, then.”

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places we won’t walk (chapter one) || peter parker

summary - the doors at midtown seem a little boring, but when you get introduced to someone you seem to remember, what happens when they seem to remember you too?

word count - 2.9k (wow shes gettin better!)

pairings - peter parker x fem!reader

warnings - like mild mention of s*xual assault, angst if you squint really hard, mj being a softy for you, mj being a lowkey bi, peter being stupid as always, y/n calling peter a colonizer.... thats it ok enjoy

a/n: so i know i last updated in october, but as u all saw i have a 25 days of xnas thing going on (PLS I WROTE THE A/N LIKE A MONTH AGO PLUS I FORGOT ABOUT THE XMAS THING DISREGARD) so pwww updates will be slow (as if they werent already omg) but the next chapter will be arriving hopefully, fingers crossed, on xmas eve or xmas! also, are you guys watching the new euphoria episode? also, i’ve stopped using the word ‘stuttering’, as it may be ableist, and i’d never wanna come off as insensitive. anyway lmao, enjoy chapter one, the trials and tribulations of hitting someone in the nuts.

also side note psa: biggest thank you to @blossomparkers for helping me so much w this chapter. i owe it all tooooo u lani yani. thank u for everything !!!!!

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when y/n y/m/n stark was in her early years, she was never aware of the impact her father would and did hold over her life, and in turn, the whole world. for the longest time, you’d always assumed that your father wasn’t real, and everything that had been told to you by malicious family members who were jealous over your father’s “successes” had been lies, and you had it believed yourself. no one would even think that you were tony stark’s daughter until it had been mentioned. tony’s snarky attitude had been a character trait that you’d gotten, and you always took pride in your humor and attitude.

the story of your mother and tony had been messy and all over the place. from a drunken hook-up followed by multiple days of morning sickness, to a surprise pregnancy test, the storyline of your parents had been.. well.. interesting to say the least. you never focused on your family’s history, solely based on the fact that you didn’t have two fucks to give about your family history, but you also never knew your father which was-- bizarre. 

when tony had found out about you, he claimed it was a drunken accident, a mistake, and one he made when he was “less responsibly a stark”, which was actually just some fucking bullshit, but he didn’t wanna admit that he hooked up with some random chick at a bar that he thought was hot.

since you had been raised by a mother who was barely there, you had to raise yourself. you were kinda street smart and book smart, and you were always smart when it came to books, because you were the type to want to learn-- unlike others.

when you were in your teen years, you had tabs on you and the media on you 24/7 to make sure you didn’t royally fuck up. the unwanted attention became too much when you started realizing that people didn’t want you for your personality, they wanted you for your title. but this was after you moved from brooklyn. nuvale and peter never saw you as some “movie star”, or some famous person in the media because you weren’t. but when you had grown to learn what your father did, he had forced you to not fuck up to maintain his-- somewhat okay reputation. 

you always wanted that superstar life, as a fantasy of course, but when you got to it, you realized the cliche-y-ness of it all. you’d idolized the famous women in the media-- idolized how they looked like. you realized fairly quick how fucked up the media truly is. you realized how things really aren’t as they seem. its not just the galas that look extravagant, or getting to wear a fancy new gucci outfit every night. it honestly was a whole bunch of other shit you wouldn’t even imagine. it comes with the no privacy thing- people stalking you in public, the death threats, so much shit that wouldn’t happen as common if you were just anonymous.

being an avenger (basically), your dad had natasha teach you the ropes; the basic rules of how to kick someones ass. it was a handbook that the women of the avengers had created, and it had all the rules and regulations of how to spar someone on the team, and basically how to righteously beat someone's ass up. it was never really something you found too important, but as you grew older, you realized that it was very important to know, especially since you were a girl.

despite your harsh remarks and snarky attitude, your father always knew how to hit a sensitive point in you that always managed to break you down. you never quite understood why he would want to make you feel worse about yourself than you already felt, but regardless, you always felt underappreciated by him. being a stark, you were expected to be a genius, get over the top grades, and constantly be able to keep up, but with your luck, you were graced with depression, social anxiety, and a 4.0 gpa. fun, right? 

wrong.

when you were 11, you had made friends with the kids in your apartment halls, and you learned that their names were nuvale jones and peter parker, and you were basically the golden trio. you were hermione, peter was ron, and nuvale was harry. which, now that you look back at it, makes much more sense than any other arrangement. you also had another friend, harry osborn, but once he moved away, there was no way for you to talk to him anymore. he had moved across the country to california, and from then, it was just you, peter, and nuvale. your best friends ha been there for you for what seemed like decades, although you only knew them for about three.

peter was the boy with the rosy cheeks who little 12 year old you would get butterflies in her tummy. or the type of boy to bring you an extra snack if you weren’t able to pack it the night before. he was the type of boy to walk you to the nurses office if you got hit with a dodgeball. he was the type of boy to fall for someone like you. but he didn’t. or so you thought. 

little prebubescent y/n was an awkward girl who thought the world would be on her side when she needed it the most, or that whenever you needed peter or nuva, they would be there. you didn’t think your best friend would stop talking to you after you had moved away. you were too naive to know that peter liked you, and you were too naive to know that he had liked you back, but you wanted to believe what your brain would tell you, so you decided to flush your feelings down the drain and forget about them, which, in hindsight, was a pretty shitty idea. who would’ve known?

your alarm clock blared loudly from beside you, causing you to let out a loud groan in protest. you hit the side of your head angrily, then whining and rubbing the spot which you hit. whines and loud sighs fell from your lips as you rubbed the sleep from your eyes and pulled the covers over your head, knowing what would come next after you would try to snooze your alarm.

“good morning, miss stark, how could i be of service to you this morning?” friday’s voice echoed through your large bedroom. you peaked your eyes and forehead from beneath the covers, your eyes slowly starting to adjust to the light that was pulled through the big blinds which were now open. 

“mmm, fri, just tell happy to get the car ready, ill be ready in a few min- nevermind, tell him to get ready in thirty, im probably gonna fall asleep in the shower.” you croaked, taking your phone from the charger which was on your nightstand. you slipped on your bunny slippers and turned on the heater in your room, the draft filling your room with cold air throughout the night.

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once you walked through the large industrial doors of midtown’s cafeteria, everyones voices started to drop into sharp hushed whispers, making you roll your eyes and pull your hood up over your face. you pulled your airpods from your pockets into your ears and tried your best to avoid any and all eye contact with anyone you did end up coming into contact with. you walked over to the food bar where you grabbed a red school tray and plastered on your best smile to the lunch ladies who work oh so hard to make sure you all were fed. as you walked through the line, you could feel the intensified stares on you, making your back erupt in chills. you didn’t like to be watched, and the fact that you were a so-called celebrity didn’t help your cause in any way. 

“hey.” a low voice called from behind you. it was a girl with curly hair with gorgeous light brown skin, and a jawline that would cut you. you were almost astonished by her beauty, but you remembered the facade you had to hold, especially to strangers that you didn’t know.

“hey?” you asked unsurely, wondering if she was with the media or not. which was something that tended to happen quite a bit.

“don’t worry, i’m not with the press. you just seem interesting.” she said in a monotone voice, but still with a strong look of seriousness on her face. you giggled softly when your eyes locked and your faces went totally still, making the girl in front of you laugh as well. she held out her hand in front of you, while also balancing her tray and book in the other hand. you placed yours into hers and shook it, smiling when she told you her name.

“michelle jones.” she smiled, your throat getting a little tight at her last name, and you had to admit that it struck a little chord within you, but you quickly cleared it from your thoughts and introduced yourself as well.

“y/n stark. pleasure to meet you, jones.”

“pleasure to meet you too.”

“so, i get that you’re new here,” she started walking, inviting you to walk along with her. “what- what are you doing here? i mean i get you’re smart and all, but this is a nerd school; you literally could’ve gone anywhere, so, might i ask, why here?”

“hm, interesting question. seriously i don’t know. my dad and i don’t really get along so he makes the decisions and i tell him if i like it or not. which by the way, i’m gonna have to stay near you-- you’re the only one making this bearable for me right now.” you snorted, nudging your elbow to hers. 

“hm, daddy issues. great song, love the artists.” she smirked, making you shoot your head back in loud laughter, gaining some side eyed glances from a few people sitting at the tables around you.

“so, where are we sitting? i usually nev-”

“hey mj!” you were interrupted by a boyish laugh and hoots and hollers coming from a table two tables ahead of you. 

“jesus fucking christ. what? just because i got some and you didn’t doesn’t mean that you have to be that fuckin’ loud about it.” she grumbled, placing her tray down, slinging the backpack on her right shoulder beside her. you looked at her with a nervous but curious glint in your eyes. she gave you a knowing look which said, ‘just go with what i say’, making you nod in understanding.

“woah! holy shit! i m- i mean woah- nice to- nice to meet you!” the boy fumbled over his words, looking at you and michelle in disbelief, shaking his friends shoulder and poking at his cheek.

“nice cut, g. looks nice.” you said to him, giggling as you stuck your straw into the mini juice box.

“o-oh, thanks… g?” he said back to you, observing your looks with a confused expression written on his face making you giggle at his confusion. 

“peter! look! y/n stark is at our table!” he whisper shouted to his friend, making you look at michelle with a smile on your face and playfully rolling your eyes. she looked back at you, rolling her eyes as well, gesturing to her head as if saying ‘idiots’, making you giggle and turn back to them. 

“so, bowl cut dude, what’s your name?” you nodded to him, picking at your salad with the blac spork that was so cordially given to you by mj. 

“n-ned, ned leeds.” he smiled sheepishly.

“and you, colonizer, what’s your name?” you tapped on the table, alerting the boys attention. you could hear michelle and ned hollering and snickering from their seats, but decided to keep your poker face rolling. but i mean, how couldn’t you? the look on his face was absolutely priceless. 

“peter park- wait did you just call me a colonizer?” he cut himself off in his own sentence, looking at his other friends for confirmation, to which they nodded, still cackling at the fact that you had indeed call him a colonizer.

“peter park, hm?” you teased, ignoring the way you hesitated and ignoring the way your chest felt heavy when the name of peter was said.

“n-no thats not my name-” he said, tripping over his words, making you let out a chuckle. 

“i’m messing with you. with what you’ve given me, i could only guess your name is peter parker?” you rested your chin on your hand, engaging in the awkward conversation.

“yeah. thats my name.” he said more confidently, giving you a tight lipped smile.

“nice to meet you, parker.”

“you too, stark, my pleasure.”

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after the small encounter with your new found friends, you had gone back to your respective classes, which meant that your next class had peter in it. after you had split up, you decided to get there early to avoid any commotion surrounding you.

as the boring class continued, you heard the loud clicking of high heels in the hallways, which had to be one person and one person only.

“stark,” someone shouted from the door which swung open. low and behold, in front of you was the prickly bitch, your principal, mrs cunningham. “come with me, eugene’s parents have requested a meeting with you and your father considering that you had just hit their son in the private areas!” everyone snickered and laughed. finally someone had stood up to flash’s shit. 

“y- you punched flash in the nuts? i thought that was just a rumor?” peter stuttered, looking at you in disbelief.

“yeah, the fuck was i gonna do? let him flirt with me? no. that bitch tried to grab my ass. i’m a stark, i was raised better than that.” you whispered to him, packing your bag as you did so.

“hm, guess you’re right. well, good luck stark.” 

“thanks parker.”

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once you arrived in the principals office, you saw what seemed to be his mother in one of the seats decked out in expensive pearls and diamonds. typical.

“little miss over here punched my son in the privates! i will not allow this to happen!” fuck. you thought; another one of those stuck up cunty parents.

“pfft, probably paid to get their son into here.” you muttered under your breath, playing with your protection bracelets incase anything was to ever happen.

“wHAT? mrs cunningham, i will not allow this child to talk about my son this wa-”

“hello! i was called in?” a voice interrupted, one you could only peg as your father.

“ahh! mr stark! you’re finally here!” your hilarious excuse as a principal said cheerfully.

“i am! and i am here to.. come and have a meeting about my daughter's- behavior?” he asked questiongly, already seeing the triumphant and cocky look on your face. he knew you weren’t at fault, and you were gonna lie your pretty ass out of it.

“well, mr stark, we have a student in the nurses room due to the actions of your daughter!” she looked at him menacingly. he shook his head with a smile on his face and walked over to you, grasping your shoulders in his hands.

“well kiddo, wanna explain what and why you did what you did?” he smiled, giving you two taps on your shoulder, already knowing what was next. you two had a pretty good acting schedule when it came to it, when in reality, you despised eachother.

“sure daddy! eugene had been hitting on me for several days now, and even found my private social medias in use to.. how can i say this, use me for my fame? he tried talking to me, very inappropriately on several occasions, and even went as far as to try and grab me in areas in which i find extremely inappropriate, without my consent, might i add, which doesn’t seem okay with me. does it seem exceptional to you, mrs thompson?” you asked, while only keeping your eyes on his mother.

“why, i am so sorry miss stark! his father will be in contact, i did not raise my baby to be this way! im sorry for any inconvenience he may have caused you!” she gasped, raising a hand to her heart. 

“it’s okay, i just request, may this never happen again? i would not like my privacy to be invaded, much less from your son, and can i please ask that he never try to hit on me, nor any girls at this school ever again? i can only imagine how many other girls this may have happened to, mrs thompson.” you sighed, your eyes filling up with fake tears. you reached up to touch your fathers hand, tapping it twice back, knowing that you both had just won.

“never again miss stark, once again, i am so sorry this happened to you.” 

“it’s okay. now mrs cunningham, shall we see our way out?” your father answered for you, looking over at the old white woman who looked like a piece of cheese. she could only nod in awe, giving you the cue to pick up your bags and walk proudly to the door.

“thanks i guess.” you muttered, pulling out your airpods once more, hoping to seal the conversation with your father.

“yeah yeah, no problemo.” he muttered back, avoiding eye contact and stuffing his hands in his  pockets. 

once you reached the door, you remembered that you had left something in your locker, and informed your dad that you’d be going back to get it. he all but nodded and looked back at his shoes before trudging to the car.

once you entered the seemingly halls, much to your surprise, you saw a scrawny teenage boy lifting open a set of lockers, which you didn’t even know was possible, and pulling out a red and blue suit. once you saw who the hands belonged to, your mouth fell agape as you gasped,

“peter?”

[mydearesthrry]

exhale - t.h.

hiya ;) here's this 4 u. word count: 1.3k                                        warnings: like angst but then there's fluff a/n: this fic is based off of exhale by sabrina carpenter, so id suggest listening while reading! also the BIGGEST LARGEST thank you to ari, you are an angel i dont deserve u at ALL thank you for being my beta reader! 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦

for years, tom has always been in the spotlight. for as long as he could remember, he was always the golden child, per se. he never complained; he always went with what was said and never tried to start an argument with any of his peers or elders. since he was at the age of 15, he felt like the world was on his back, not his hands. he never truly felt like anyone would care for him, or about him— he felt like they would never give him a chance. 

he always listened to his mother, his father, was always at his brothers’ beck and call, and never said anything. since he was so popular from an early age, people would often critique his every move, answering shit that he never even asked. but it always felt like a game of rapid fire. he could never get a break.

when tom met you, it was like a breath of fresh air. you were always confident and independent, but despite that, you still needed your boyfriend, as much as he needed you. tom was always your rock and you were his. whenever tom needed something, no matter how big or small it was, you’d be there. he was never judgy, he always listened, he was always there when you needed to rant, always there at your events, and more.

tom was your everything. there was not a thing that you wouldn't do for him. since he was such an important factor in your life, you always made it a point to be with him. you wished you could tell him how much you loved him and he knew and felt it. but he did. when you first met tom, he was the most outgoing person ever, and still was. 

you came into your room, which you shared with tom, and saw him sitting with his back facing the door with his head hung low. you saw how his posture lowered and his body shook slightly. you could hear the soft whimpers from his mouth fill the deadly silent room. you knocked slightly on the doorframe that you leaned against as to not startle him. when you came into the room and turned the corner, you looked at his slightly reddened face and puffy eyes. you noticed his raw lips had turned a dark shade of pink as he wouldn't stop licking them, something he did when he was nervous. 

“tommy, whats goin’ on?” you asked, your voice just slightly above a whisper. you took his hand that wasn’t holding up his face into your left one, rubbing his knuckles with your thumb.

he shifted his gaze from the ground, to you, to the dresser, back to you, then to the ground. he exhaled heavily, squeezing your hand slightly, alerting you that he wouldn’t be ready to talk, but he appreciated you being there. you nodded hesitantly, a small frown evident on your face, but nonetheless, you understood. after almost 10 minutes of consoling him, his tears started to die down as his breathing started to regulate, he finally turned to you, rubbing his slightly clammy hands together, and looking at you with a look you couldn’t quite decode.

“you ready? floors all yours.” you offered, rubbing his bicep soothingly. he nodded, his nervous antics getting the best of him. he cracked his knuckles, making you grimace slightly, a small apology spilling from his lips soon after. “i- i don’t feel like myself anymore, y/n. it’s like.. it’s like i try to listen to everyone, listen to the directors, keep the fans happy, but i- i don’t think they know how hard it is. i mean, yes, im so incredibly grateful for everything that i have i just- its really taking a toll on me, darling.” he started.

“and i don’t wanna let the fans down because i feel like if i do they’ll get upset which is honestly the last thing i want to do. i have to put on this face of someone that i’m not, maybe it’s the ‘movie star facade’, but i don't want them to see that! i want them to see me. i have to try to keep a sense of knowing who i am sometimes and it’s- it’s so hard. it’s so tiring. i don't feel like i have the time to breathe, i don't feel like anyone listens, y/n-” he started to get choked up, but you rubbed a hand up his back to calm him down before talking.

“y’know, you’re human, tom. you’re not a robot. you don’t need to be at everyone's beck and call constantly, you don't need to be prfct perfect; no one is, and no one expects you to be. look at me,” you consoled. “i know how hard it is when everyone constantly keeps tabs on you, right? but here’s the thing, you can take a break once in a while, tommy, you need a break sometimes.” you looked at him, eyes almost pleading for him to listen. he nodded, looking at your facial expressions throughout your words. he saw as your eyes slightly sparkled once you got an idea. 

“actually, stand up, clean yourself off a little bit, and meet me downstairs in 10,” you grinned, grabbing his hand and standing him up with you. you saw the confused expression on his face and continued. “i’m gonna take you somewhere.” you nonchalantly said, before grabbing one of his hoodies and running downstairs. he walked to the bathroom and doing what he needed, before grabbing his phone and a beanie, and walking downstairs. 

you looked up from your phone and smiled, jumping up from your place on the sofa. “there’s my handsome boy!” you squealed, pinching his cheeks with your pointer and thumb fingers, making a smile appear on his face. “eeee! he’s so cuuuuute! look at hiiiiiim! he’s so handsooooooome!” you grinned, taking his hand and leading him to the door. you grabbed your keys, and you guys were on your way.

you started driving, the overall trip taking about 30 minutes. you ignored his pleads of telling you were you were going, simply telling him, ‘you’ll be there soon, just wait.’. to which he huffed and crossed his arms, every single time. once you got to your destination, you hopped out of the car and popped your trunk, grabbing two blankets from a box in the back. you walked over to his side, knocking on his window, following it up with “you comin’ sleeping beauty?’ startling him from his nap, which he decided to take after his little hissy fits. he nodded, rubbing the sleep from his eyes after yawning. 

he followed you out of the car, seeing the hollywood sign in the view in front of him, the sunset going down, the sun hitting your face astonishingly-- his words, not mine. tom was too busy admiring you to see the slight smirk on your face, almost mocking him.

“whatcha lookin’ at, pretty boy?” you chuckled as his cheeks painted a small color of pink. you looked too good to be true-- he couldn't take his eyes off of you. you led him to a small patch of grass where you could sit and admire the beauty of los angeles. since you often went ‘exploring’, you would call it, you knew many beautiful sights to see. when you two sat down, tom pulled you into his lap, gently rocking you side to side, admiring you the view. he kissed your head repeatedly, muttering sweet nothings to you, telling you how incredibly grateful he was for you. you turned around in his hold, kissing him softly on both cheeks, the button of his nose, and finally, locking lips. he exhaled, smiling at you with his movie-star smile.

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