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alldayangst · 3 years

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gold rush (Tom Holland)

All of my fics are LGBT and PoC friendly. Inspired by gold rush by Taylor Swift. Everybody wants Tom, but you don’t like a gold rush. WC: 2.7K words.

“Y/N, I just wanted to say again, thank you for coming in today and doing this for us.” Tom’s dad, Dominic, said as he displaced papers across desks, earl grey swaying like an angry lake in his mug. Approaching footsteps hinted that the star of the show was soon to be hold. In other words, Tom was running behind.

The door creaked and light from the corridor crept through like Sun peeping through curtains of the Night. It refusing to shut after Tom budged and pushed was maybe divine punishment for him being so late, and maybe provided the bit of laughter you needed after rolling out of bed at 6am for this, for him. When the door eventually did close, Tom turned around and saw you in all your glory; much taller than he remembered, more assured than he’d imagined, and more gorgeous than drowned out and half forgotten memories of you could ever fabricate.

You and Tom ran in the same social circles, but hadn’t seen each other since Tom’s career imploded when you were both nineteen. As much as Tom felt he owed his heart and soul to the UK, he maintained an almost permanent fixture on the States. It started to feel like his trips back to England were in fact actual holiday. At one point, you were in love with Tom, but meeting became a constant battle of ‘here, not there’ and your heart grew tired of the duck and goose chase. The gravity of the situation was too much for you, whom hadn’t even tasted their twenties yet.

“Y/N!” Tom launched at you and held you in tight embrace. You let go of the hug, but he didn’t. And his dad watched on in momentary awe as you wrapped your arms around Tom once again, who breathed in every part of you with unwavering adoration.

“Tom!” You rubbed along his back as he hummed. “When I was told we were gonna have a ghost writer, I had no idea it was gonna be you.”

Tom and his dad (being an author) were collaborating on a book, a million dollar idea that’d been years in the making. Tom had stalled it, his dad told you out of simple insecurity. Now that the world was a stage, he was worried people would criticise his dyslexia with every line he wrote, that every stroke of his pen would reveal him as a rare type of monster that lacked intellect, he pondered that he wasn’t insightful enough in some way. His dad may have written a book about Tom outfaming him, but Tom felt like he’d always live in Dom’s shadow in this respect. Fresh from Oxford with an English Bachelor’s degree, Dom employed you to get grease on the gears to commence writing. Tom had always come out of his shell when you were around.

Your writing session lasted from 8 til noon, when Tom had promo with LadBible or Entertainment Weekly or whoever had bid the highest from his presence that day.

The door swung open and three men in all black and mics saddled around their waists called for and led Tom out of the room.

“Tom, session’s over. We need to get you to your BBC promo in 30 and we’re already running behind schedule.’ One cloaked Tom in a jacket you were sure was more expensive than your own home and another whispered something into a walkie talkie: “Holland is on the move. Check the back entrance is clear.” With that, Tom rose to his feet and left completely opposite of the way you came in. Without a word, no goodbye.

You and Dom left the building together around ten minutes later, where ten men with large cameras stood, lenses focused on you, glaring at you, not sure what to make of you. One of the men screams “Hey! You dating Tom Holland” and after that all you hear is clicks and all you see is bright flashing lights and Dom clenches your hand and leads you to your taxi cab.

The next time you see Tom is sooner than expected. The Hollands were hosting a last minute dinner party and you found yourself sitting opposite Tom, feeling his hard, hot and heavy gaze on you. The tension in the room was so thick not even a chainsaw cut through.

“Next topic,” You picked up a card from the deck and read it aloud. “Politics!” You said devilishly as you sip on what was left of the white wine in your cup, and now that your thought process is blurred; Tom’s longing gaze puts you at dismay.

“Fuck!” Harry exploded, and you hear their mother hiss. “Fuck I hate politics, there’s no making it out alive!” he remarked as he drummed on the table cloth, drunken excitement brewing a new energy in the room.

You go on like this for hours until dinner party is dinner party no more. And while Dom, Nikki and all of Tom’s siblings have chosen to exit stage left, it’s 1am and you and Tom have yet to leave the scene.

Tom sets down your deck of debate cards in favour of a genuine moment.

“What are you doing these days, Y/N?” Tom’s not looking at you, he’s looking at your knee as he rubs circles on it. You want to look down there too, see what he finds so intriguing; but you decide against it in fear you might spontaneously combust. You don’t know if this moment’s supposed to be intimate or innocent and you’re not sure if you want to find out.

So you put up a wall.

“I should be asking you the same thing, Holland.” You say sarcastically. “What have you been doing these days? I haven’t seen you around.” Your eyebrows scrunched up together but you’ve got a big, idiot grin on your face that’s more than telling. Tom giggles at your facetiousness.

Tom scratches his head in mock thought. He never clocks out, always putting on a show. “I don’t know - uh.” You’re laughing before Tom has even told the punchline, ‘cause I guess anything’s funny when it’s said by the one you love.”I’m kind of -” He snatches an old Spiderman comic off the floor. “I’m kinda doing this acting thing at the moment. Playing, y’know, this guy.”

“Well I wish you better luck in the future.” Tom has stopped rubbing circles but instead places his two hands on your knees as you rock back in laughter.

“I’m serious, Y/N. What do you do now?”

“Um.” You suddenly forgot your entire career as Tom, with no shade of subtlety, stares right into your soul. “I got my degree. I write like little stories, y’know? Have you ever heard of folklore?”

Tom shook his head.

“They’re like these little, old beautiful myths. And I write them for a living. And if I’m lucky, they get published in The Times. If I’m even luckier, I get to work with my old best friend - ” You feel your world stop temporarily as you call Tom your ‘best friend’ and you pause for all of 0.3 seconds to register Tom’s reaction but his face doesn’t flinch. “-Writing a book with him and his dad.” And that makes Tom smile. So he doesn’t have to tell you he missed you, you just know.

‘Undivided appearance’ and ‘undivided attention’ don’t necessarily mean the same thing in Hollywood as they do in real life, and you learn that the hard way in your writing session.

Tom may have been sat right next to you, but he was miles away. He was doing press with Cosmo, who hadn’t stopped tagging him with blue hearts on his Instagram, Twitter and Snapchat stories, causing his phone to go off every two seconds. You looked at the phone and then at him who then got the hint and put it on silent. Then there was a knock on the door. Tom rushed to open it, expecting that Dom had sent down a food delivery to egg you on finishing this chapter. You rehashed his childhood like a million times - in fact, you were part of it - so when it came to writing the parts that hurt, where you took a more supporting role in his life, you needed his help. The fact is, the knock at the door had come from one of Tom’s men (Tom liked to call him Man In Black no. 3) who hadn’t said as much as a ‘hi’ before he made his announcement. “Tom, you’re on the line with Cosmo in 10.” The man stepped back and pulled out his walkie talkie, “Holland knows he’s on the line with Cosmo at 10.” And then continued to pace around the hallway.

Cosmo called as he said they would and you almost felt for. second like tom might enjoy an entertainment magazine’s company more than yours. The interviewer made glaring comments and passive flirts at Tom who just blushed and chuckled and sipped his water like the woman on the phone calling him ‘hot’ was just too much to handle. At one point, she says: “What must it be like to grow up that beautiful, Tom? With your hair falling into place like dominoes.” You’re not expecting it when Tom tilts the phone so you’re in view. “Well I’m with the most beautiful being on Earth right now so..” Tom looks at you as if to ask ‘is this okay?” and you know it’s too late for these kind of questions, because that moment is headline fodder, so you smile not to make him feel bad for opening Pandora’s box. But Tom is merciless and likes to rub salt in the wound. “This is Y/N! Y/N’s helping me write the book with my Dad! We go way back.” He covers his mouth as soon as he says it. “Shit! They’re not supposed to know about the book yet.”

This is the moment, you think, where you believe when they say your first love is the one you never let go.

And you can’t think of anything purer than the love you have for him.

Tom thinks being on land is boring. He likes being strung from chords 30 feet in the air, and drowning in despair through scenes of emotional turmoil. You want to tell him you’re an arrow from Cupid’s bow about to reach him, but you couldn’t recover from the splinters if Tom shut you down. After all, Tom was a gold rush. A treasure that everyone had discovered but nobody owned. How precious is a jewel that anybody could take home with them?

Tom had invited you to a visit to Brighton with him, a city near the coast, for some inspiration on writing his section of the book.

You accepted. And because you did, you found yourself at the beginning of the end, on Tom’s boat in Brighton. “We don’t have to talk about the book right now.” Tom throws a stack of blue tinted paper on the floor. His dyslexia meant that spelling and reading was so much easier when done on blue pages, and you could only guess that was the reason the body of water around you brought him so much peace. So when you saw that something might compromise your best boy’s happiness, you point it out. To give Tom a little bit of time to exit before things got ugly.

“Tom, I see someone in the bushes.”

“Yeah. It’s a pap.” Tom mumbled nonchalantly.

“They’re here to get pictures of me,” He turned to face you. “and you.”

“Me?”

“Yeah, the fans ship us. Think we’d be a good couple after that Cosmo stunt. We would have been a good couple when we were like, 18.” He laughs.

“Huh, yeah.” You look down.

“The best one around.” And you can’t tell if he’s serious.

You rip off one of his blue sheets. “I’m coming. I got hit with inspo.” And you trail to a different section of the boat. A very obvious click of the camera from a shrub nearby coaxes your pen to write without a second thought, How is he so accustomed to this? Fake private moments, protected by sheer glass curtains?

You scrunched your paper, well his paper, into a ball.

Your mind had turned his life into folklore. You weren’t sure if that was crossing a line, so you just put the ball into your bag and hide it until he hits you with the spark again.

“Let me see it.” Tom says.

“No.”

“You ran off to write it and won’t let me see it?”

You held your bag at your hip in defence. “No, Tom. Drop it.”

Tom’s face drops a little bit, but then he reaches into his own bag and reveals a deck of your debate cards. “I know what will cheer you up, good ol’ Y/N.” He sets a card on the wooden table between you two.

“Do you believe in a higher power?”

You toyed with the pendant around your neck which revealed your faith. “Do you?”

“I don’t. But I believe in soulmates.”

You look to the left to really ponder on what Tom is saying, and a paparazzis captures another photo of you in the corner of your eye.

“And you don’t think there’s a higher power that manufactures our souls to make our soulmates?”

Tom feigns a scowl. “That’s ridiculous.”

You scoffed. “How very contrarian of you.”

“What the fuck does that mean.”

“It means you contradict yourself, Thomas.” You laugh as he holds his chest in fake hurt.

“Are you implying I’m anything less than perfect?”

“Never.”

Never. Because you didn’t believe that to be true.

“Good. Cause you’d have to be punished.” Tom picks you up and throws you in the water below before jumping in with you.

On your way home you stop at the yours and Tom’s writing booth, scavenging through your bag to drop off Tom’s notepad, some scrunched up blue and white papers you and Tom thought could still help you write his book. You’d made an addition to your love-hazed scribblings about Tom and reckon you’d die if he found it. You managed to throw the other in the water, excusing yourself with “It’s utterly awful.”, to which you and Tom agreed you wouldn’t throw any more paper in the ocean cause the poor fish already had it hard enough.

You and Tom had a session the next day. Tom was excited for the day, and you could tell because he’d given his phone to one of his big babysitters for the time he had you.

“I think that’s all of yours.” You and Tom made a business out of unscrunching your paper balls to see if they had any useful ideas. You were certain you reached the end of Tom’s. All of his notes had ‘T.H’ written on the back in big and were scribed on blue paper. When it came to your little ‘secret admirer’ notes you weren’t worried - you had an English degree and were quick to think on your feet and was ready to make something up when it came to opening it.

“No, this one’s mine.” He’s confident, so you let him have it. He goes to pick up your tea and then realises it’s nowhere near warm, and was the one you made for yourself when you crept in yesterday evening. Tom has a smile on his face, and then he doesn’t. Before he goes to read it aloud, his eyes tell you he’s reading it again and again and again. “At dinner parties, I’ll call you out on your contrarian shit, and the coastal towns we wondered round will never see a love as pure as it.”

The look on Tom’s face gives you the splinters. He tries to look at you but you know he can’t. You don’t blame him. You can’t look at him either. “I really thought this was a good friendship.”

You hum and nod your head in agreement, pull your lips into a thin straight line as streaks of tears abandon your eyes. This was worse than Tom rubbing salt in your wounds. He’s rubbing dirt in your painful fucking gashes and you are reminded of why this didn’t work before, why it will never be.

And you wouldn’t dare to dream about him anymore.

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capaldifiction · 4 years

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Behind The Lens - Lewis Capaldi x Reader

Well the length of this one got a bit out of hand because once I got started on it, it suddenly got really long and I just decided to go with it lol

Paring: Lewis Capaldi x Photographer Reader

Word Count: 5,039

Description: Based on the request: “Reader is Lewis photographer and after a while Lewis wants to know her more because they are so often together.” Hope you like it 💙

Requested by: @penelope-potter

Warnings: Some swearing.

Italics are inner thoughts. The breaks are jumps in time.

Lewis exhales loudly and shakes his head before pulling open the door to the set he’d be on today. Having someone style him, fuss over his hair, and throw makeup on his face was still a weird reality, and he wasn’t looking forward to this first big shoot.

He’d had some headshots and quick promo pictures taken before, but none of them required a full set, staff, and all this fuss. He knew this was a big opportunity, for the magazine to even want to put him in their up and coming artists, and that made it all the more agonizing. The interview itself had gone well he thought, though he’d held himself back a lot more than he normally would have, but well enough. But he wasn’t looking forward to the shoot itself.

“First time?” a voice asks, pulling him out of his anxious thoughts. Glancing over he sees a girl with a camera around her neck, and a similar apprehensive look as he’s sure he has on his own face.

“I- yeah, basically,” he admits with a nervous laugh. “I’ve not done a full shoot, with all this… fuss.”

“I get it,” she nods in agreement. “I’ve been a photographer awhile, but this is my first big contract shoot.”

“So neither of us know what we’re doing, this is going to go great,” he says with a laugh.

“Hey I know how to work my equipment,”she insists. “I’m just not used to it being for this big of a company or there being a whole team involved.”

“Well at least that means you have very low expectations for me,” he concludes with a shrug.

“We’ll learn together,” she says confidently, reaching out to gently pat his arm. “I’m going to finish getting the equipment ready if you want to go get comfortable on the set.”

He nods, but shouts out as she starts to walk away, “Hey! What’s your name?”

“Y/N,” she answers with a smile.

“I’m Lewis,” he responds immediately.

“I know,” she says with a wink before walking away.

His nerves now a little more relaxed, he heads over to the set where assistants immediately have him sit down, and situate his pose and smooth out his shirt. As they continue to fuss over him, he quietly watches his photographer talk with a group of people and set up all the equipment.

Something about her confidence when he knows she’s in a similar boat to him, helps calm his nerves.

“Ready to be a model Lewis?” She asks as she pops the lens cap off and adjusts the camera.

“Born ready,” he jokes as the camera flashes twice.

“Look over to the right… perfect,” Y/N calls out, the constant sound of clicks coming from the camera as Lewis adjusts his pose.

Stepping back from the camera briefly, Y/N looks over analyzing him carefully. “Could someone- actually I got it,” she says before just heading over to him.

Lewis turns to look at her as she reaches him and kneels down, “Problem?”

“Just fixing a few things, if it’s cool if I touch you?” she asks.

“As if anyone else asked,” he jokes but nods at her.

“Well I'm the photographer, making you look extra pretty isn’t my job description,” she chuckles and reaches out to fix the chain around his neck.

“I could see the clasp in the shots,” she explains as he looks at her questioningly. “Face back the way you were please.”

He listens and she adjusts where the necklace is sitting on his chest, then smooths down a stray hair before leaning back to assess him with an approving nod.

“Do I look acceptable now?” he teases, still staring in the direction she’d instructed him to.

“Absolutely perfect, like the star you were born to be,” she gives his knee a pat before climbing back to her feet and heading back over to the camera.

“And that’s a wrap everyone,” the set manager announces as people start swooping in to take care of the equipment. “Lewis you can keep the clothes, and your manager is waiting for you back by the dressing room you were in earlier. John will walk you back,” he says motioning toward an intern holding a clipboard to the side.

Lewis nods and falls into step with the intern, sending one last look over his shoulder at Y/N.

“Did you leave something on set?” John asks, noticing his glance back.

“I- no I’m good,” he says quickly. “Actually, do you know Y/N’s last name?”

“The photographer? No I don’t, this is her first time working with us,” he answers. “Do you need her information?”

“No, I was just thinking, uh, I should add her on Instagram for the pictures,” he explains half-heartedly.

“Oh!” John nods understandingly as they reach the dressing room. “I’m not sure what it is, but I can ask that she tags you in any she may post. Though the best will be on our site and all social media platforms. What is your Instagram handle so I can provide her with it?”

“Just @LewisCapaldi,” he says, watching the man quickly jot it down on the paper on his clipboard. “I’ll go and inform her, have a good evening Lewis,” he assures before walking back the way they came.

“You like that photographer huh?” his agent asks, leaning against the door frame of the dressing room.

“I mean, well I think we worked well together, she was cool,” he explains with a shrug, his manager nodding back.

“Seemed like a good match, I’ll keep that in mind.”

Lewis finds himself once again sitting in the makeup chair as people fuss over his hair and face. Another magazine shoot, he’s done enough now that they’ve become more automatic. The more his fame grew, the more he found himself in front of a camera. And oddly enough the more he found himself in front of Y/N’s camera.

She seemed to pop up as the photographer of so many of his shoots, that he was disappointed when he walked onto set and it wasn’t her. He still didn’t like his picture being taken that much, but she always put him at ease, and her pictures always turned out great.

After their first time working together, she had tagged him in the photos she put up as he’d asked.

He’d spent some time scrolling through her photos, looking for more about her. There wasn’t much beyond her work, her dog, and some friends. No sign of a partner or mentions of other hobbies. And as time passed he watched her updates turn from random models and people just starting out, to bigger and bigger names. From just great shots of the artists and actors, to selfies she’d taken with all the stars she was working with.

Every time they worked together she posted the new pictures, tagging him to it with a nice caption about loving his music and working with him. But a part of him wished she’d ask to take a picture with him. He didn’t know why it irked him, or why he felt too awkward to ask. But with each new selfie with a star posted to her page, the more he wanted a picture with her.

“Guess who,” Y/N says poking her head into the open door of his dressing room pulling him from his thoughts.

“Ah fuck, you again?” he jokes. “How many places do you work for anyway, you’re everywhere.”

“Contract work Lewis,” she says with a grin, leaning against the door frame with her arms crossed. “Whoever contracts me to do the shoot.”

“And you just always end up at the same places I do huh?” he asks questioningly.

“Actually, from what I’ve heard higher ups like the previous photos I’ve taken of you, and your management keeps choosing me when they’re offered a list to choose from. So it’s less me following you around, and more you pulling me back in.”

“You could turn it down,” he says as the hair stylist turns his head.

“Hey the more of these I do, and the more famous you get, the more money I make,” she laughs. “Plus I’m sure you’d miss me if you didn’t get to see me show up every so often and tell you what to do.”

“Fair play,” he agrees as he tries to not make a face at the hairstyle he was just given.

Y/N notices the look and smirks, “I’ll let you finish up in here and get to the set. See you soon.”

“Chin up a bit,” Y/N calls out as Lewis adjusts, clicks of the camera sound off several times, followed by silence. She stares through the lens for a moment before looking up and staring at him contemplating.

“This isn’t working, I’m making an executive decision on it,” she says walking over to him and running her hands through his hair to free it up. “Sorry hairstylist,” she says softly as he chuckles.

“You just felt the need to play with my hair right?” he jokes. “Always have to be touching me.”

“As soft as it is,” she replies leaning back to see her work. “Your hair just doesn’t look right the way they had it. It just looked weirdly flat. The way you usually have it looks better for you.”

“So looking like I didn’t bother with it?”

“Exactly, you rock the ‘I woke up and ran my hand through my hair’ look,” she agrees. “I think that should work.”

“You know most photographers let the stylists fix the hair, makeup, and clothes,” he adds. “I’ve worked with a bunch of them now and you’re the only one doing this.”

“Easier for me to fix it myself than try to explain it to someone, then have them do it,” she explains.

“Good point, telling them to make my hair messy isn’t exactly specific.”

Backing up she looks him over once more, “Perfect. Can we get some shots with you against the wall now?”

“I don’t know can we?” he responds as he gets up and goes to the wall.

“You give me sass, yet do exactly what I say,” she grins. “Exactly why I like working with you. Even though you got rid of the long beautiful hair.”

“You liked my long hair huh?” he asks as she walks back over to the camera.

She holds a hand up and he poses as the camera clicks several times. “Some people pull it off well, you’re one of those people. Look up please.”

Click.

“Look down.”

Click.

“Toward the camera, peace sign.”

Click.

The rest of the shoot goes as planned, and Lewis finally leaves the set as Y/N calls an end to the session.

Walking over to her, he leans against the column in the room and watches as she flicks through the photos on her camera, “What are you doing?”

“Having a quick look at some of the shots we got,” she answers without looking up. “Need something?”

“Well,” he clears his throat and attempts to look casual. “I was wondering if you’d want to get some lunch together?”

Y/N looks up quickly with a surprised expression but gives him a gentle smile, “Yeah that sounds great. Right now?”

“Yeah I was thinking right after we wrap all this up?” he asks.

“Y/N!” a well-dressed woman from across the room yells. Approaching them quickly with her heels clicking the floor. “What’s our time frame on getting these photos?”

“Well I was going to take a lunch then-” she begins before being cut off by the woman.

“No time, we can have lunch brought to you, we need them by 1:30 latest, we need you on there pulling and editing them now.”

“I- alright,” she nods dejectedly. “I’ll grab my laptop and be in the office.”

“Perfect, thank you,” she says before turning to Lewis. “You did great! We’re so happy to have you here, I already read the interview and it’s fantastic. We’ll be putting the piece into print tomorrow.”

“Thanks, and thanks for inviting me,” he replies with a forced smile. Disappointment obvious in his voice.

“Y/N I’ll send my assistant to the office to get your order for food, he’ll take care of that for you. Send the files directly to our art department when you’ve finished,” she orders and turns to walk away.

“I’m sorry,” Y/N says as she looks back at Lewis. “Maybe next time?”

“And now you’ll never be my photographer again so you never have to go to lunch with me, I see this devious plan,” he replies trying to cheer her up.

“Damn, figured out already,” she snaps. “See you around Lewis.”

And with that she grabs her laptop and camera card and disappears once again.

“What kind of shoot is this?” Lewis asks as he’s walking with his manager.

“Just some new headshots and pictures we can throw on some merch or send in as your official pictures. No magazine, interview, radio station, or YouTube channel,” he says leading them through the rental space.

“Ah, so these are the ones I’m going to be seeing every day for the next year,” he says unhappily.

“Exactly, so make ‘em good,” he says before opening the door to the studio portion of the building.

A smile immediately takes over Lewis’ face as a familiar face looks up from the camera she’d been tinkering with, a similar smile across her own.

“Well lookie who it is,” he calls out as they get closer to her.

“Told you I’d see you again, you don’t get rid of me that easily,” she teases and hugs him with her free arm.

“And with no magazine publisher to blame for you being here,” he adds.

“Ask him, he hired me,” she laughs nodding at his manager who’s shaking his head.

“I’ll leave you two to it, you have the list of what we need Y/N?”

“Yep, got it under control,” she says with a thumbs up as he walks away.

“Can I have you go sit backwards on that chair?” she asks nodding towards a chair in front of a gray backdrop.

“Your wish is my command,” he says dramatically as he heads over to the set.

As he sits, she brings her camera in closer than most of the shoots they’d done together.

“Need a few real good up close ones,” she explains as she adjusts the lens. “Just act natural, try a few different faces and poses. Maybe a hand under the chin, hand on the jaw, things like that. I’m just going to keep taking them as we go.”

Adjusting his pose after every few clicks, he finds himself more focused on Y/N’s face in front of him. There was something endearing about the seriousness on her face, how completely focused she looked.

She was clearly in her element. A smile spreads across his face as he remembers the day they met, and the nerves she had then. She’d faked confidence that day to make it. Now it was obviously genuine. She knew what she was doing, and she was good at it.

“Cute smile there Lewis,” she teases as she clicks the camera again. “Thinking about something in particular?”

“Just how intense you look now compared to the day we met,” he admits, turning his head slightly. “Look at you being a professional photographer.”

“And look at you modeling like a fucking icon, not even needing my direction,” she chuckles.

“We’ve come a long way haven’t we?” he agrees as he leans on one hand.

“From ‘what the fuck did I get myself into’ to ‘I got this shit’ in a few years is a pretty good progression.”

“Speaking of progression,” he starts as he leans down to rest his hands and chin on the top of the chair. “You still owe me on going to lunch.”

“You got it,” she responds simply. “After this?”

“Works for me.”

After another half hour of shots, they call it a day as the crew comes in to take care of the equipment.

“So there’s a small place a few blocks from here,” Lewis says walking up to Y/N.

“Works for me, walking over?”

“Yeah,” he answers as they leave the building, squinting at the sunlight after being in the dark studio.

They made it to the cafe rather quickly, small jokes passing between the two of them on the way and as they slide into the booth.

As the menus are tossed on the table, Y/N grabs one and looks up at Lewis, “I suppose I should have ask if they have good food here?”

He shrugs and flips through the menu, “I just saw it on the way here.”

“Guess that works,” she chuckles as she looks as well.

After ordering they talk about some of the things they’d recently been doing for work, and she shows him various photos on her phone from her most recent shoots.

Within no time the food arrives at their table, and they settle into a comfortable conversation as they eat, asking various questions here and there. Listening to her talk, about contracts, hobbies, family, and friends made him want to know more. And the more questions she asked him, the more he realized how easy it was to tell her about his own life.

After the plates had been removed from their table, one question was still burning in his mind. He felt stupid to ask it. Maybe it was ridiculous. But he had to try.

“Do you think we could maybe uh..” he starts out before letting the request die in his throat. No, asking for that would be too stupid.

“Could we what?” she pushes, her gaze holding his.

“Just, I don’t know. Take a picture together?” He tries simply, scolding himself internally for asking.

She looks confused for a moment before smiling and pulling out her phone, “Yeah definitely! I’d wanted one with you, but when we first worked together I didn’t know if I should ask, then after that we’d worked together so much it felt weird to ask.”

“And here I was just thinking you didn’t like me enough,” he jokes as she gets up and slides into his side of the booth to sit beside him.

“Nah, you’re my favorite,” she admits as she hits the camera app and lifts it above them.

He slings an arm over her shoulders, carefully pulling her a little closer for the photo, and she presses her cheek against his as they both look up at the camera making cheesy smiles.

After clicking it a few times, she lowers the phone to look at them in the gallery, “Oh those are cute ones, look at you modeling without any direction again.”

“It’s cute because I’m not the focus of the pictures,” he says surprising himself. He sheepishly lifts his arm off her shoulders and clears his throat. “Could you send me them?”

“Yeah of course,” she responds, either having not heard his comment or registered it how he meant it. She swipes over to her contacts and hands him her phone, “Just add your contact so I can send it. I think we’ve known each other long enough that you should have my number.”

“You think that,” he chuckles as he puts his number in her phone. “But now you’ve opened the flood gates to me sending you stupid shit.”

She rolls her eyes and accepts her phone back from him to send him the pictures, “I’ll live. Stupid pictures make the stress of the world a bit better sometimes anyway.”

“A lot of stress in the freelance photography business?”

She sighs and fidgets her phone in her hands as his goes off signaling he’d received the pictures. “It’s a fickle business,” she admits quietly. “Everything can be going great and fantastic right now, but you mess up one shoot, and the following ones will be harder and harder to book. There’s not a lack of photographers as you can imagine. We’re both in fickle businesses.”

He nods understandingly and reaches up to squeeze her hand on the table.

“Honestly you and your team are like god sent to me,” she says. “I get anxious over having chose this type of career sometimes, everything riding on the next shoot, always knowing there’s a chance I might not get another contract. But your team always seems to pick me out from the list then invite me here for this. Your manager said you liked working with me, and I really enjoy working with you. It’s some stability in a career that’s not always stable. So yeah, thank you for continuing to go with me. It’s been a wild ride the last few years, but I’ve loved growing my career right alongside yours and meeting back up seeing where we each are every now and again.”

He smiles at her before pulling her into a hug the best he can in the booth. They both stay silent, and maybe hold on a bit longer than they should. But he doesn’t want to let go. Something about it just felt… right.

After a few moments he can tell she’s fidgeting, so he pulls back to look at her questioningly.

“Sorry,” she says with a sheepish grin. “Your hair was tickling my nose, it’s starting to get long again.”

“Sorry,” he says with a laugh, reaching up to fix a flyaway hair on her from their hug. “You fix my hair all the time, I should return the favor sometime.”

“The star fixing the photographer’s hair huh?”

“Well… fixing a friend’s hair?” he asks tentatively.

“That works for me,” she nods and leans back against the booth. “I’m enjoyed this by the way, spending time with you outside the studio.”

“Same,” he responds, reaching out for his drink, his throat suddenly very dry.

They sit in silence another few moments as he traces the pattern on the table, “I’m disappointed when it’s not you.”

“Huh?” She asks, obviously confused at his statement.

“I-I mean, when I go in for a shoot. When the photographer isn’t you,” he hastily explains. “I look forward to working with you.”

“You know I’m going to have to tease you for this next time right?” she says with a grin, reaching up to squeeze his cheek.

“I’d be more disappointed if you didn’t,” he adds.

Sitting in the booth awhile longer, they ask a variety of questions and joke around until she notices the sun starting to set outside the window.

“Shit,” she mumbles, pulling her phone out and looking at the time. “Didn’t realize we’d been here for hours, I should probably get going.”

“Fuck, it’s that late?” he frowns as he looks at his own phone, several unread messages sitting on his lockscreen. “Yeah we should head back.”

“Bunch of messages for you too?” she asks as they slide out of the booth and head toward the door.

“Ay,” he nods unhappily. “Someone waiting for you?”

“Yeah,” she replies. “I have a friend staying with me right now.”

“Oh,” his shoulders relax at her explanation. “Thought we’ve worked together this long and you were about to suddenly mention now about a husband and kid at home.”

“Nah none of those,” she kicks at the rocks on the path in front of her. “Most guys aren’t too happy with the long hours and traveling that my job needs sometimes. And I can’t be with someone that’s either going to be upset all the time or want me to quit my career. It’s stressful at times, but I love what I do.”

“I get that, traveling makes dating hard,” he agrees. “But I think it can work if both the people want it to.”

“Yeah that’s probably true, good outlook to have on it.”

As they continue to walk back to the studio, he doesn’t know what to say. She happily chatters about other things that he nods to with a smile. But he wants to tell her he wants to talk more. To know her more. That he wants to do this again. But all the words are lost on him as he turns to look at her smiling at him, the setting sun shining off her hair.

Once they reach her car, she wraps her arms around him to give him a hug before slipping into the front seat, “So see you the next time you need some photos huh?”

No. I want to see you sooner. “Yeah that sounds about right,” he says instead, trying to hide his disappointment as her door closes and she pulls out of the parking lot.

He was sure he’d see her again sometime. And he didn’t know exactly what he was feeling. But he knew he wanted to get to know her even better.

Later that night his phone pings with an Instagram notification. Grabbing his phone from the table next to his bed he clicks the notification to see Y/N had posted one of the photos they’d taken together earlier. “Another great shoot with the one and only @LewisCapaldi. Easily one of the best singers and people I’ve had the privilege of meeting, working with, and getting to know <3 Thanks for being so easy to work with, and so fun to spend time with Lewis, here’s to several more years of working together.”

He smiles down at it, and quickly double taps the image then leaves a heart in the comments before setting his phone back down on the nightstand. He’d planned on going to sleep, but the smile on his face and his racing heart in his chest tell him what he’d been trying to figure out earlier.

With a grunt he flips his light back on and pulls his notebook from his drawer to write out the lyrics in his head.

“So that’s the gist of the plans,” Lewis’ manager concludes as Lewis nods along to the tour plans he was going over. Partially distracted by Y/N’s name showing up on his lock screen with a meme. They’d been texting back and forth every so often since they last saw each other. Mainly memes and sarcastic comments about things going on in their lives, but every time her name popped up on his screen he could feel the unmistakable happiness in him.

“Lewis?” his manager asks expectantly, drawing his attention back to the meeting.

“I- uh, yeah what’d you ask?” he asks sheepishly.

“Are you ok with that arrangement?”

“What arrangement?”

Sighing, his manager sits back down, “I said one of our usual photographers for the tour is unavailable, we were discussing checking with Y/N to see if she’d be available.”

“I’m fine with that,” he answers immediately, almost too fast.

“Good, because we already started drafting the contract,” he smirks knowingly at Lewis. “I’ll give her a call tomorrow.”

“Class, let me know what she says?” he asks as his eyes are drawn to his phone again as it lights up with another notification from the girl in question.

“I’m guessing she’s going to tell you before I even have the chance,” he laughs as Lewis swipes his phone off the table, his cheeks turning red.

“Are we done here?”

“Yeah, go ahead and get out of here.”

Sitting at his desk the next morning writing, Lewis’, phone starts ringing. Seeing the photo of him and Y/N, he swipes to answer, “Hello?”

“A whole fucking tour Lewis!” she shouts into the phone, causing him to pull it away from his ear with a laugh.

“Is that a bad thing…?” he questions.

“No! I just can’t believe it, I’ve done a few concerts for a few people before, but a whole tour,” she says in amazement. “I just can’t believe it.”

“Well you’re a great photographer you should believe it,” he states.

“Thanks,” she replies sounding a lot calmer. “For everything.”

“Hey I didn’t pull strings,” he insists. “You did this on your own, all they did was ask me if I was cool with it.”

“Well, thanks for being cool with me following you around for three months,” she adds.

“As I see it,” he starts, “Might as well just invite you to be there for a solid block of time since you always seem to show up anyways.”

“Now you’re making me sound like a creep.”

“Says the person that just took a contract to follow me around taking pictures for three months,” he teases.”

“You know what,” she replies, “You’ve got a point. I should get going though, I’m supposed to head over to the office to sign the contact in an hour.”

“Sounds good,” he answers as he traces the lines on the paper in his notebook. “See you in a few weeks?”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

“I still can’t fucking believe this,” Y/N says as she meets up with Lewis and the rest of the crew after they’ve made it through airport security.

“You’ll get used to it,” he says simply, gently bumping his arm against hers. “Sit by me on the flight?”

“You don’t have to sit with someone else?”

“Nah, we choose right before we get on usually,” he says as they stop in front of a window overlooking the tarmac. “And I’d… like to get to know you better.”

Tearing her gaze away from the planes in front of them, she looks up at him, “Get to know me better how?”

“In a friendly way,” he explains, forcing himself to hold her gaze and not back down. “And maybe.. more if that’s something you’d want?”

Instead of an immediate answer, she simply smiles and reaches out to take ahold of his hand as they both turn to look back outside. “I’d like that.”

Letting out the breath he’d unknowingly been holding, he squeezes her hand gently in his own, “Looks like we’re going to have an interesting few months figuring this all out huh?”

“We’ll learn together,” she states happily. “Just like we always have.”

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Triple H, Shawn Michaels x Fem Reader- “How It Feels To Chew 5 Gum”

Unfortunately: Shawn Michaels had a back injury in January 1998 thanks to a match he had with the Undertaker.

And that back injury led to him retiring.

Though, considering Shawn was notorious for being a huge douchebag backstage to the point where he ended up winning the belt from Davey Boy Smith/the British Bulldog who wanted to win the belt to dedicate his match with Shawn to his sister, who's had cancer her entire life, only for Shawn to win, that January 1998 back injury was his karma.

Fortunately, in February 1998, at least the beginning of February 1998, anyway, like when Shawn Michaels and Triple H held Stone Cold Steve Austin against the ropes and Shawn was shouting in Stone Cold's face while holding a wrestling belt, Shawn shaved his facial hair!

Shawn and Triple H are helping take the pro wrestling world up by a storm by the end of 1997 and beginning of 1998, all thanks to a little faction known as D Generation X, maybe you've heard of 'em?

Triple H gets to play more of himself as D Generation X.

One thing you've noticed about Shawn is that he chews gum, even when he cuts promos in the ring.

Triple H has also been chewing gum in some of his promos as well, just look at him in January 1998 when he walked with a crutch.

Though, Triple H used to chew gum backstage when he wasn't playing his Hunter Hearst Helmsley character.

Since Shawn and Trips have now formed a popular new duo together in the WWF, and seeing them chew gum, has given you an idea.

An idea straight out of the sex tips article from Cosmopolitan magazine.

You told Shawn and Triple H this idea one evening at the beginning of February 1998, when Shawn didn't have facial hair.

And Shawn and Trips LOVED this idea.

Though, you regret that you didn't do this with them in 1997 or even the end of 1997, Triple H could've just undone his hair when the WWF show was over.

You were sitting in a motel room with Shawn and Triple H, you were stark naked laying on your back on the bed's mattress, atop of the blanket and comforter.

The motel room wasn't all that glamorous, but there is something special about being in a motel room, I guess because it brings back memories of you going on vacations with your family and staying at motels to sleep in.

Shawn and Triple H were sitting in bed with you, Shawn on your left side and Triple H by your right side.

Shawn reached out for the gum you got from the vending machine before the 3 of you entered the motel room, the gum sitting on the nightstand next to you, that gum being some Wrigley's Winterfresh gum.

Shawn picked up two sticks of gum from the nightstand and handed one of them to Triple H, where HHH took it from him.

The two of them unwrapped the gum, Shawn placing the wrapper back on the nightstand, whereas Triple H handed the wrapper back to Shawn, where the Heartbreak Kid placed it on the nightstand next to you.

It would be better if there were 2 wrappers sitting on your nightstand, and even though it isn't like you're laying in filth, you'd rather lay on a clean bed than on one with a gum wrapper on it.

They popped the gum in their mouths, placing the gum in between their rows of teeth.

They didn't put the gum in each other's mouths, as in, Shawn putting gum in Triple H's mouth and vice versa, but Shawn put a piece of gum in his mouth, so did HHH.

Their teeth broke down the gum until the gum became soft and chewy, like putty, their jaws chomping the gum over and over again.

Sometimes, the gum switched from the left side of their mouths to the right side, trying to make the entire insides of their mouths become cold and icy.

Speaking of that, they didn't want to waste the cold inside their mouths and for the gum to get stale, so they leaned their heads into your neck, Shawn laying on your left side and Triple H on your right side, their faces getting closer to your neck until they felt like their mouths could reach and touch your neck.

They opened their mouths, their mouths forming an "o" shape, where they blew out a gust of cold air from their mouths, their breaths touching your neck.

The hair on your arms stood up at their breaths touching your necks.

They directed themselves down your body, blowing more of that air down your neck.

This felt so good, so good.

Your eyes were closed, enjoying this indulgence.

They were still trying to chew that gum while blowing some air down your body, the gum trapped between their two rows of teeth.

Feeling the cold rush of their breath on your skin sent shivers down your spine and tingles throughout your body.

Your nipples were erect and pointing straight up.

"Ohhhhhhh, yeahhhhhhhhh" you moaned, your voice sounding breathy, your face looking like you were having an orgasm.

"Y'like that?" Shawn asked, his breath touching your skin, the gum in between his teeth.

"Yeahhhh" you replied.

Your voice was trying to be quiet so the people next door won't hear you, though it isn't like you're having sex.

It's a good thing that they're blowing air on your body while chewing a fresh piece of winter fresh gum, that way that's when the gum is fresh and still cold and you can feel the rush of the gum on your skin.

Shawn's voice, too, was trying to be quiet, though Triple H probably might try to be quiet as well.

Shawn and Triple H's breath brushed down more to your body, down across your tits, their breath even touching your nipples and areolas.

"Ohhhhhh, yeahhhhhhhh, just a little more" you moaned, though your moan sounded more like a whisper.

Shawn and Triple H didn't want the cold inside their mouths to go away, and luckily, the gum they were chewing didn't lose its flavor, yet...

Though, they probably could've blown some cold air on your skin even without chewing gum.

They could even brush their teeth with mint toothpaste and blow some minty cold air on your body.

For a while, Triple H made his mouth blow round and round in circles over your areola.

He loves women's tits, his name even sounds like a bra size.

You felt him do this to you, and you loved it.

"Ohhhhh, yeaaaah" you cried, your voice hushed. "This feels soooo gooood"

"Does it?" Triple H purred, his voice hushed and quieted.

The majority of what's coming out of your mouth as well as the other two men's mouths is whispered.

"You've got such a hot body, babe" Shawn purred, his breath touching your skin "Such beautiful tits".

And he and Triple H will play with those tits pretty soon...

Shawn and Trips shouldn't be wasting time, so they blew some air down below your tits, the cold air they blew down your body was in a vertical, straight line.

You wish you could have someone else hovering above you, maybe Billy Gunn or Jeff Hardy, could blow some cold air down the middle of your body thanks to them chewing some icy chewing gum.

The chill Shawn and Triple H blew on your body sunk into your skin, goosebumps on your arms were forming thanks to them.

This felt so good, you could put your hands on your nipples and tweak your nipples like radio dials, or just rub and caress your nipples in general, to make yourself feel even better.

Your spine was arching up from the mattress, the back of your neck and head could nearly do this too.

Shawn and Triple H won't lick your pussy, since it probably would feel cold and uncomfortable for you if they licked your pussy with such cold breath, but they did, however, still continue to blow some cold air down the middle of your thighs.

Shawn blew air down your left thigh, Triple H with the other.

The air they blew spread somewhat across from the middle of your thighs, though, not by much.

To be honest, when they blew some air down your body, it tickled you a bit as well, and you tried not to giggle when this happened to you.

They blew some air down the middle of your knees and down the middle of your calves.

Since they've basically brushed air down the majority of your body, they haven't brushed any down your arms.

Shawn was afraid that his gum's flavor and taste is going to run out soon, so he tapped Triple H on the shoulder, where HHH looked at him.

"Is the flavor of your gum running out?" Shawn asked him, Shawn's index finger pointing to his (Shawn's) mouth.

"No" he replied, shaking his head.

"Well, tell me when it does" Shawn said.

Since Shawn was anxious about the flavor of the gum he's chewing getting stale, he reached out to the dresser drawer and pulled out another piece of gum, unwrapping the wrapper off of the new stick of gum and tacking the wad of gum out of his mouth, wrapping the chewed up gum inside the wrapper and placing it on the drawer.

Shawn put this new stick of gum inside his mouth and began chewing it up and down, the coldness of the gum rushed inside his mouth, cleaning his mouth.

Shawn's hand gripped you at your wrist, albeit not hard, and his head and face dove down into your left shoulder, until his mouth was close enough to blow some air on you.

His mouth turned into an "o" shape again, where he blew some air all the way down your arm, until he reached the top of your hand.

Triple H saw Shawn blow some air down your arm, which made him think "good idea!".

Triple H leaned down into your right shoulder, his mouth forming an "o" shape, and once his mouth was close enough to where his breath could touch your skin, he blew some cold air all the way down your arm, until his mouth reached your wrist.

Since the two of you have blown air down your front of your body, now it's time for the back of your body.

Triple H grabbed onto your wrist, Shawn's hand was still wrapped around your wrist, where they lifted you up from the mattress and turned your body over, you were now laying on your stomach on the mattress.

You didn't mind them flipping your body over, you even told them it's okay for them to blow some air down your back.

Once you were laying on your stomach, Shawn and Triple H leaned down to your shoulder blades, until their faces were right in front of your shoulder blades.

They began to blow some cold air on your shoulder blades, and unlike before, where they blew air in vertical lines, Shawn's blew some air that snaked and zigzagged down your left shoulder blade.

Triple H, on the other hand, blew air out of his mouth in a vertical line.

Your eyes were rolling in the back of your head, not in annoyance, but in ecstasy.

Every blow of their breath touching your skin eased the tenseness on your body, though, they're the ones who feel all the pain due to them wrestling, especially considering Shawn injured his back a month ago.

"Awwwwwww, yeahhhhhhhhhh" you moaned at their breath touching your skin.

"Are we making you feel good?" Shawn purred.

"Yeahhhhhhhh" you responded.

Shawn's hand pushed some of your hair behind the back of your neck, where he leaned into the back of your neck and blew some air on the back of your neck.

"Awwwwwwwwww" you moaned, not sounding like you saw a cute kitten, but like "this feels soooooo goood".

And that's precisely how you feel.

Triple H, meanwhile, was hovering his face in between your shoulder blades, where he blew down a vertical line down the middle of your back, where your spine is.

How fitting, not only is he sending chills down your spine inside your body but also outside your body.

Shawn blew down some air down the middle of your back, following Triple H.

Your hands were gripping into the bedsheets as they blew some cold air down your body.

"Ohhhhhhh, yeahhhhh" you moaned, your voice saying this in a whisper "Just a little more".

When Triple H reached the small of your back, he raised himself up and moved his face to behind your neck, where he proceeded to blow some cold air on the back of your neck.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm" you mumbled and muttered, your lips shut together.

When Shawn reached the small of your back, he then moved back to your left shoulder blade, where he blew a gust of air out of his mouth from your left shoulder blade all the way down behind your left hip.

"Ohhhh, God" you moaned, your eyes opening.

You really shouldn't be moaning all of this, considering you don't wrestle in the WWF (for now, anyway), but this feels too good not to moan.

"Tell me how bad you want it" Shawn ordered you.

"I need you both" you demanded and answered.

"That's what we like to hear" Triple H purred.

Triple H didn't want to waste the gum he was chewing, so he directed his head and face over to your right shoulder blade.

Though, you can still have a cold breath even your gum has gone stale.

He blew some air down from your right shoulder blade to your right hip.

It's also astonishing how they've been blowing you tonight, all night, and they haven't gotten out of breath.

They're not gonna blow some cold air across your ass cheeks, that's nasty, but they will, however...

The two of them both blew some air all the way down behind your legs.

It honestly tingled and tickled feeling them blow air down behind your legs, you were trying to contain yourself from not giggling.

When the two of them had reached behind your ankles, they remembered something that you told them you wanted them to do to you afterwards.

Shawn's gum was losing its taste and getting stale, so he moved his fingers inside his mouth and carefully took the gum out of his mouth.

His hand reached out for another stick of gum, grabbing another stick and tearing the wrapper off, only to wrap the wad of gum inside that wrapper and setting it

He put the stick of gum inside his mouth and began chewing it, making sure its coldness gets all inside his mouth.

Triple H saw Shawn get another piece of gum, and Trips felt like his gum might lose its flavor.

"Hey Shawn" Triple H said. "Can you give me another stick of gum?"

Shawn then reached and grabbed another stick of gum on the nightstand and handed it to Triple H, where Trips unwrapped the gum shielded inside the wrapper and placed the wad of gum inside his mouth in that wrapper, wrapping that wad of gum inside the shiny wrapper and tossed it to the floor.

He'll pick that wad of gum up later, hopefully.

Triple H put the stick of gum in his mouth, his teeth chewing that gum down into a wad, making sure to get the chill of the gum all inside his mouth, like Elsa from "Frozen" was using her powers inside his mouth.

Now that that's over with, you just hope what they do works.

Shawn and Triple H put their hands on your hips, where they lifted you up from the mattress.

Shawn leaned his face into your neck, his neck stretching out, whereas Triple H leaned his face to the back of your neck, moving some of your hair out of the way.

Shawn put his lips on the middle of your neck, his mouth open, and let his icy cold breath out of his mouth, his breath touching your skin.

He brushed his upper lip down the middle of your neck, and once he reached the bottom of your neck, he smothered his lips on the left and right sides of your neck, his mouth open.

Triple H buried his face in the back of your neck, where he let his breath out on the back of your neck.

While they were doing this to you, their gum was crushed and stuck in between their two rows of teeth, so that way they won't swallow their gum.

Though, would their breath still be cold even if they didn't have gum in their mouth? Hmmmmm...

Your head tilted back at Shawn's lips and breath all over your neck, your eyes rolled in the back of your head, looking like you were having an orgasm.

Even though you're enjoying what they're doing to you, Shawn and Triple H gently pushed you back down on the bed, where you lay on your back on the bed's mattress.

Shawn and Triple H leaned their faces down into your neck, stretching their necks down to your neck, where they smothered their lips and their breath all over your neck, letting their breaths out of their mouths and onto your neck.

They were trying to get their breath everywhere all over your neck, their breath getting all over the front of your neck, their lips nudging and brushing all over your neck.

"Ohhhhh, yeahhhhhhhhh" you moaned. "This feels sooooooo goooooooood".

While they were directing their lips to travel all over your neck, both of these men were trying not to bump their heads into one another, but for their lips to not touch one another.

No homophobia, and Triple H notoriously once said "I'm many things that are bi, but lingual isn't one of them!" and Shawn gave off some homosexual vibes throughout the 90's (even Triple H and Shawn Michaels as DX had some homoerotic tension), but...

Triple H brushed his lips from your neck and dragged his top lip down the middle of your chest, letting his breath out as he dragged his top lip down your body.

Feeling his breath on your body made your spine slightly bolt up from the mattress you were laying on.

You could feel Triple H's rather large nose nudging and poking your chest as he brushed his lips down your body.

He then directed his head to your right breast, where he let out a huge breath that he hoped smothered and got all over your entire breast, not just your nipple and areola, but the skin part of your breast as well.

Feel his cold breath on your tit made your nipple tingle.

He then leaned into your breast, wrapping his mouth around your nipple and began sucking your nipple.

That wasn't all he did, he huffed some of his cold breath over your nipple and areola, which tingled and sent chills down your spine and over your areola and nipple.

"Ohhhhhhhhh, yeaaaahhhhhh" you moaned, "Just a little more!!!"

You saying "just a little more" was whispered out of your mouth.

Shawn brushed his lips down the middle of your chest, letting his cold breath out of his mouth, transferring his breath from out of his mouth to your chest.

When he was in the space in the middle of your breasts, he shifted his head and face to your left breast, where, like Triple H, he tried to make his breath consume and cloud on your entire breast.

Your nipple tingled when he let his breath out on and over your tit.

He leaned his face further into your face, where he wrapped his lips around your nipple and began sucking it.

And like Triple H, he let his breath out on your nipple and areola, letting your areola and nipple feel the rush of his cold breath.

"Ohhh, Shawn, Shaaaawn" you moaned and cried out, one of your hands trying to find behind his head, where your fingers ran down his long brown hair, combing his hair.

Your other hand moved to behind Triple H's head, where you ran your fingers down his long, golden locks, combing his hair.

These 2 men were doing a good job with trying to keep the gum in their mouths and not swallow it.

Sometimes, Triple H and Shawn's mouths kissed your nipples.

They were trying their best to get their cold breath on your body.

Since they shouldn't waste that cold breath, Triple H directed his head to the middle of your chest, where he placed his lips on your skin.

He brushed his lips down your skin and down the middle of your stomach, letting his cold breath get on your skin.

The hair on your arms was standing up as he did this to you, chills were traveling down your body.

Your hands were gripping onto the bedsheets as he did this to you, the bedsheets locked in your fists.

When Triple H reached below your belly button, he moved his head back to below your right breast, where he brushed his top lip down your skin, letting his cold breath out of his mouth and onto your skin.

He wanted to also brush his lips down your hip as well.

Shawn, on the other hand, was getting tired of sucking your breast, so his face and head shifted over to the right side, his nipple leaving your mouth.

No, he wasn't going to move to your right breast, but he placed his lips on the space in between both of your tits, where his top lip caressed your stomach, his breath escaping from his mouth and onto your stomach as his lip slid down your stomach.

"Ohhhhhh, God, Shaaaaawn" you whined, sounding almost like those moaning women at the beginning of Shawn's entrance theme.

You're moaning over Shawn, but not Triple H, even though Triple H is getting so much sexier and hotter.

When Shawn's lips were below your navel, he raised his head to under your left breast, where his top lip glided down below your breast, down your left hip.

When Triple H saw that Shawn had moved himself under your breast, he moved his lips to under your right breast, where he let his upper lip gently slide down your torso, below your tit.

He wanted to slide his upper lip down your body together with Shawn.

Sliding his lip down your body isn't all that Trips did, he also released his breath out of his mouth, his breath icy cold, but not so cold you'd get frostbite.

The cold never bothered you anyway.

When Triple H reached the bottom of your right hip, Shawn and Triple H, together, slid their upper lips down the middle of your thighs together, synchronized, letting their breaths out of their mouths as their lips slid down your thighs.

They didn't bother licking your pussy, which would be fine, wonderful even, but their breath will end up smelling like your pussy juice than winter fresh gum.

They can do that tomorrow.

They tried and wanted their breath to smother the front of your thighs, for them to get their breath all over your thighs, even if they're just releasing their breaths down the middle of your thighs.

Sensations and endorphins were traveling through your body as they did this, including traveling to your nipples and areolas.

They glided their lips down your knees and down your calves, releasing their breath on your knees and calves, which tingled and tickled.

Since they've gotten the front part of you now, now it's time for your back.

They both wrapped their fingers around your wrists and lifted you up from the mattress, which caused you to open your eyes, but of course, they're turning your body around.

When they lifted you up from the mattress, they turned your body so you could lay on your stomach on the mattress.

Your torso and front legs was now pressed on the bedsheets and mattress this time.

Since Triple H already has kissed you behind your neck, Shawn leaned his face down into the back of your neck, moving some of your hair out of the way.

He began kissing your neck, kissing your neck like it was your lips, pressing his lips on your neck bone, and not just that, but letting his breath on your neck bone.

Your eyes shut as you felt his cold breath on your neck, your eyes rolling in the back of your head.

"Ohhhhhh, Shawnnnn, that feels sooooo good" you moaned and whined. "That's the spot right there".

His breath was easing the tenseness on your body.

Triple H, on the other hand, his lips glided across your shoulder blades, his breath coming out of his mouth between your shoulder blades as his lips slid from one shoulder blade to the other.

When Triple H reached the right shoulder blade, he moved his lips to in between your shoulder blades, where he dragged his top lip down the middle of your back, down your spine.

As his lip slid down your spine, he released his cold breath out of his mouth as his lip glided down your spine, letting his breath go out as he slid his lips down your spine.

The bedsheets and blankets were bunched in your fists, it felt so good having two hot guys release their cold breath on your body, down your spine and on your neckbone.

"Ohhhhh Goddddddddd" you whined as Triple H brushed his lips down your spine. "You're driving me crazy"

The two of them have both been driving you crazy as they've released their breath down your body.

Shawn slid his top lip down below the back of your neck, following Triple H, where he brushed his upper lip down the middle of your spine, where Triple H previously brushed his lips down.

While his upper lip caressed your skin down your spine, he, too, released his breath down your back.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm" you mumbled and muttered as Shawn did this.

Triple H, meanwhile, once he reached an area a little bit above your ass crack, he moved his face from above your ass crack to your right shoulder blade, his head lifting above Shawn's head as he directed his head to your right shoulder blade.

When Shawn's lips met a few inches above your ass crack, he, too, moved his face from above your ass crack to now your left shoulder blade, where he placed his lips on your left shoulder blade.

Together, in unison, Triple H and Shawn's top lips slid and glided all the way down from your shoulder blades to down your hips, never skipping an area, and of course, while they did this, they released their cold breath down your body.

While they did this together, you wonder if they should let their lips brush down behind your legs and let their breath down your body.

"Guys?" you said.

Shawn and Triple H both paused at what they were doing when they heard you say that.

"Should you let your breath down behind my legs?" you asked them.

Shawn and Triple H did have to do a show tomorrow and their eyelids were getting heavy, trying to fight sleep.

The back of a woman's legs aren't exactly the sexiest places of a woman.

"If you want" Shawn suggested.

You didn't know what to decide.

"Are you guys getting tired?" you asked them.

"A little, yeah" Triple H replied.

Maybe they could let their breath out on your back legs tomorrow, make up for lost time.

Whatevs.

One thing you haven't done with Triple H and Shawn tonight is kiss one of them on the lips.

It would make so much sense if they made out with you after they chewed some winter fresh gum, but maybe they could do that tomorrow.

Considering Triple H has done so many matches that have given him a lot of aches in his body, next time, you can chew some winter fresh gum and blow some cold air down his body.

You could even do this to Shawn Michaels, even Billy Gunn, Jeff Hardy, maybe even Rob Van Dam and Davey Boy Smith/the British Bulldog if they ever return to the WWF.

And you don't just have to do this with gum, but also ice cubes, ice chips and even a Popsicle.

Speaking of Shawn, you regret not doing what Shawn's doing to you tonight in 1997 and maybe even 1996, because Shawn used to chew gum all the time back then.

You could even let other pro wrestlers do this to you, specifically the ones you think are hot and sexy.

#triple h #shawn michaels #d generation x #dx #1998 #90s #wwf #attitude era #fanfiction

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It’s Still (Pixelated) Hot Dog Legs Season

Fall should officially be in full swing by now, yet here in NYC (and many other parts of the US), it still feels like summer. Which I’m not thrilled about, though at the very least, I don’t feel so bad for sharing the above (by Robert Penney) so late into September.

On that note, time for a way overdue game culture round up! It’s been a while, and a LOT been going on. And not to be a downer, but the chaotic weather has been in the news, obviously.

Here’s a pic from Gamer Geek Nation on Facebook, who shared the aftermath of the Hurricane Harvey, along with: “… This is a time when we collectors need to remind ourselves that ultimately, this is just stuff, and our lives are more important. And make sure your collection is insured properly.”

Elsewhere in the world, the Tokyo Game Show just wrapped up, and not to repeat the obvious, but yes… the biggest, most exciting news was the Sonic X Hooters collab…

Though the one between Hello Kitty and Game Center CX is far, far better (photo courtesy of Kotaku)…

You also have this comically large Rockman doll, which apparently was available on Amazon but is now out of stock…

Though I mostly wished I had been there to pick up some primo looking attire, like this Mega Drive track jacket that miki800 gave the heads up on before show time (there was also a Dreamcast hoodie that I personally don’t think looks as nice, hence why I’m skipping it)…

I also really like this Pac-Man shirt…

This Galaga shirt as well…

Also taking place in Japan was an exhibition held by the JARGA (Japan Retro Game Association); miki800 was there and captured some interesting bits of hardware, with the highlight being (IMHO) this Mega Drive clone that resembles a perfect mix of the model 1 MD and the original Wondermega…

There’s no preview of the music yet, though may as well share the recently unveiled cover to the third (and final) installment of 8 BIT MUSIC POWER…

Meanwhile, according to Original Sound Version, Mitch Murder has released yet another soundtrack to another game that never existed. In this it didn’t come out for the Mega CD and doesn’t involve mecha…

Remember that Jet Set Radio figure I showed a while ago? Well, it's finally available for pre-order! Alas, it's not cheap, at least over at Big Bad Toy Store...

BTW, videogamesdensetsu shares with us what Beat looks like, sans-cel shading…

Sticking with VCD for a tad bit; here’s what Pulseman looked originally looked like, and he sure was cute!

Whereas NiGHTS looked goofier… as well as more menacing….

Am confident most people will not give a rat’s ass about seeing hand drawn Virtua Racing track designs, but as a massive fan of the series, oh man, oh man, oh man...

Two never before seen Saturn prototypes that must be: “[taken] with a grain of salt!”

Apparently Looney Tunes X The Matrix was actually a thing? Somehow this does not surprise me…

The work of Hideaki Kodama was recently highlighted, which was also recently auctioned; I wonder how much this painting of various PC Engine hardware went for?

Yet another Kickstarter mention? Yup. And this one is Jed Henry's third crowdfunding campaign: this particular variant of the Ukiyo-e Heroes concentrates on boss battles, with perhaps my fave piece being his depiction from The Breath of the Wild...

Am particularly fond of this image from the Street Fighter 25th Anniversary art book that grease-howard spotted, of old Chun Li chumming it up with her younger self...

Any and all BoJack Horseman fans out there may want to pick up this piece by Jude Buffum...

legendofnes reminds of that time Batman visited New Donk City…

It's just a bunch of cyber kids, all just hanging around, by sanigo...

Speaking of the gang, here we have the kids from Persona 5, by @aranciart…

Apparently, if Jedah (from Darkstalkers) ran a juice stand, it wouldn’t be the best, according to dreaminerryday…

The individual who runs SPLENDID LAND describes SLN-003 Gacha Man as a: "vendor robot who dispenses toys. even he doesn’t know what’s inside the capsules, so he always gets excited to find out"...

Meanwhile, here’s official artwork of Mario and Peach, courtesy of the thevideogameartarchive’s catalogue of the Mario Golf N64 manual; am pretty sure I’ve seen images of Mario looking distressed, though never to this degree…

The above is something Super Mario Broth would normally deliver, and speaking of, may as well share some recent faves on that end! Like these photos from a promotional campaign with a Japanese sports drink when promoting Mario Sports Superstars…

Instructions found on the arcade cabinet for Vs. Super Mario Bros (which I remember so distinctly, and fondly)…

From some Japanese video guide for the same game (am assuming the home Famicom version this time)…

A greeting card (am assuming a Valentine’s)...

Mario without his hat, as he appears in a Game Boy controller test cart that Nintendo service reps used to calibrate buttons on a the handheld…

And he we have a shortcut in SMB3 that I had no idea existed, and it’s a safe bet that most don’t either: “In Super Mario Bros. 3, the rock between the path to the first fortress in World 4 and the Spade Panel can be destroyed with a Hammer item, allowing the player to bypass the fortress. There is no obvious indication that this rock is destructible, as it is surrounded by decorative rocks. In fact, many guides for Super Mario Bros. 3 do not mention this shortcut.”

As for Super Mario Broth’s counterpart, Sonic the Hedgeblog has seen plenty of action as well… largely pinpointing all the obscure references found in Sonic Mania, So head over for that if that sounds like fun to you! Otherwise, there’s also the Mario Bros having a Sonic Panic…

A reminder of how Sonic looked at one point as he was being prepped for the Dreamcast; it would appear that at a certain point, in Sonic Adventure, he was going to look a lot more realistic…

And this issue with EGM featuring a sneak preview of Sonic 2 is the very first video game magazine that I ever picked up!

Meanwhile, oldgamemags recently posted a page from an issue of GamePro, circa 2000, on a peripheral that allowed the Game Boy to play mp3s. Am sharing it cuz I really want a GB-looking mp3 player…

So someone on Twitter (who has since protected his account, so I’ll have to refer to nintendolife they snagged the pic before it was locked down) cracked open a electrocardiogram measurement instrument and found... a GBA? It’s theorized: “perhaps earlier revisions of the unit had different screens, and once the supply chain dried up MiE was forced to source the next best thing?”

vice-s-assistant sez: "OK Guys, I’m ready to hack."

According to bunney: "i was working at a convention arcade this weekend and some guy cosplaying ryu was playing street fighter with a blunt in his mouth"...

Can anyone tell what's being played here? At the very least, it's a nice shot (via rekall)...

Much like Arcade Crusade, I have no idea what’s going on, and I agree that whatever it is, it looks intense...

If you’ve ever wanted an artist’s rendering of the Raspberry Pi, then look no further than the work of retronator…

rasec-wizzlbang states: “those square cross sections of the human skin layers you always see in biology books but as like, a minecraft block”…

Courtesy of Arcade Crusade once again comes a very tender moment…

Is it just me or does this promo image for Food Fight sure does look like a Norman Rockwell painting? As seen on thedoteaters...

Here we have a flyer for a really old SNK arcade game (we’re talking really old; almost a decade before the Neo Geo was a thing) that looks like it was made with today’s sensibilities, doesn’t it?

Also via obscurevideogames is a moment of pathos from Hacchake Ayayo-san 4 - Sexy Olympics - Ayayo’s Live Affection. It’s… pretty obscure alright…

Yup, that's Hieronymus Bosch-styled Tetris all right (via freeindiega.me)...

crashcarnival presents: "true facts of the Ice Age"...

Hey, it’s the Ninja Turtles playing Pong (via rewind01)…

Behold, Fighters Megamix version 2017 (via lonelyfrontier)…

Yup, that is definitely a Chu Chu Rocket skirt (via radicalhelmet)...

For those who have ever wondered what their Sonic character’s political leanings are, in relation to the rest of the crew (and can’t be bothered to sift through DeviantArt; via erratticusfinch)…

Face to face (via futureisfailed)…

It’s been out for a while, though it’s not too late to pick up this Xenogears tribute zine, right?

Just a friendly reminder of how bat-sh*t insane Sin & Punishment is (via n64thstreet)...

Zimmerit.moe has everything you need to know about a game by Square involving mecha that you’ve probably never heard of. And no, am not talking about Thexder; it’s even more obscure than that (am talking about Cruise Chaser Blassty BTW/FYI)...

Meanwhile, Michael “Kayin” O’Reilly discusses the “Barrel Distortion” look that emulators use to recreate the look of playing something on a CRT display and why it’s total crap…

And… that’s it! You’ve made it to the end! Enjoy a cool, refreshing drink with Pac-Man (on the behalf of arcade-crusade)...

Don’t forget: Attract Mode is now on Medium! There you can subscribe to keep up to date, as well as enjoy some “best of” content you might have missed the first time around, plus be spared of the technical issues that’s starting to overtake Tumblr.

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