Assortment

Bowtie

"This damn tie, why do I even have to wear it?" Tim muttered irritably, his fingers fiddling around as he tried to tie his bowtie. Y/n heard his grumbling and walked into the room, her heels tapping on the floor as she approached.

She came in and went over to the dresser. Tim followed her with his eyes, his attention now on her. She opened a door and reached into it, pulling out a clip-on bowtie. She turned around and walked over to her boyfriend.

Y/n stood in front of her boyfriend and buttoned the collar button for him, then clipped the bowtie on, smiling at him. "I knew you'd have trouble with it," she said softly, gently playing with his hair. "You look beautiful," he complimented, attempting to change the subject.

She wore an off-shoulder baby blue satin dress that went down just slightly past her knees. Her shoes were suede high heels that matched the color of the dress. She wore a pearl necklace with a heart charm, and blue butterfly bobbi pins in her hair. Tim thought all of this was absolutely radiant.

Y/n blushed at his compliment, unable to hide how he made her feel. She kissed his cheek, returning the sentiment. Tim sighed. "I'd much rather be dressed like this for an evening just us," he expressed to her honestly. She pondered a bit, knowing that if this were a date, he'd absolutely spoil her.

"What, you don't like being invited to important things?" She guessed somewhat critically. "Nice to be invited, I guess. Not so nice to actually attend," he clarified as he combed his hair. "Why not?" She asked.

"People start inviting me to more things, my clothes become the topic of gossip magazines, and then I have to make things more extravagant and over the top, you know I don't like that," he explained to her. "Oh yes, simple but fussy- I mean a perfectionist," she responded, teasing him lightly.

Tim sighed. "I never asked for any of this, yet sometimes I wonder if we'd be together if things weren't this way," he mentioned honestly. Y/n processed for a minute. "You think I wouldn't want to be with you if the world didn't know who you were?" She questioned, about to take offense. "No, I just wonder if we would've even met if I wasn't in the position I am," he clarified simply.

"Regardless of how we met, you are still the sweetest, most handsome man I've met," Y/n complimented him with a smile, rubbing his shoulder and kissing his cheek. Tim smiled for a moment before looking away.

He looked down at his watch before taking her hand and leading her down the stairs without a word. They went down to the foyer and waited for the driver. They got in and the car drove to the event.

As soon as they stepped out of the car, there were several paparazzi around taking pictures of everything as they arrived. Tim sighed and silently led Y/n into the doors where the event was being held.

The first thing they did was ballroom dancing. Tim and Y/n started as dancing partners, his hand on her waist as they both took glances at other people to get an idea of what to do. They both giggled at their attempts at first.

"Just because I make dance music does not mean I know how to dance," he joked as they copied the movements of everyone else. "It's real easy to fake, just take a step back when I step forward, step forward when I step back, and before stepping forward or back, we sidestep," she described, finding it simple.

"What will I do if we have to switch partners? I don't know what I'm doing," Tim worried, knowing how these things go. "Just relax, and hope she'll be nice about it," Y/n assured simply. "Plus I don't really want to share you," he muttered to her.

"It doesn't mean anything, baby. It's just dancing, no need to to puff up your tail," she assured him gently, referring to what cats do around strangers. "I know, I know," he replied. "Now, it'll be time to switch soon. Keep your cool," she instructed, warning him.