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im currently in the process of upgrading my dollhouse lighting, so the current atmosphere of the dollhouse isn’t inspiring me to take pics. however, all the lovely photos of everyone’s dolls in their costumes inspired me to take a few quick photos before I started changing all the outfits for winter gear.
i haven’t really been posting anything lately, but I’ve still been living my best doll life. I had a ton of fun figuring out costumes for (mostly) everyone. I even did a bit of sewing! I altered quite a few princess dresses and even sewed a batgirl cape for ivy!!
#agblr#american girl#american girl dolls#dollblr#my posts#my dolls#I was gonna do a whole big photoshoot but on the day of I didn’t even have the energy to get any of the rest of the girls dressed up lol.#so instead I’m just gonna call it done.#plus that way I get to get them all in their cozy winter outfits!!#next year I plan to replace some of the less nice princess costumes (perhaps sew my own)#buy or make a movie Glinda costume for Nanea (so I can have the 40s girls plus kavi as one group)#find a way to make or get a ghost costume for kit (I tried to make one for her this year but well. to be frank she looked less like a ghost#and more like a member of a hate group so I scrapped my attempt)#I also want a proper red baseball cap for the Rockford peach costume#and I gotta figure something out for marie grace#also I have a plan to dress up the girls I didn’t include this time in ‘decades’ costumes#also unrelated to my to do list. but I still think dressing Emily (aka brave Emily) as the cowardly lion is really funny lmao
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Dress-up
pairing: Chibs Telford x plus-size reader
words: 2477
warnings: there is 18+ content throughout (minors DNI), use of alcohol, body insecurities and self-doubt
Summary: another party at the clubhouse but a brand new outfit with the help of Lyla. Hopefully you will get Chibs’ attention...
link to my masterlist and previous parts
a/n: this is the dress Y/N is wearing. The model is no indication for reader, it’s only about the dress.
It was your first time back at the clubhouse since your late night at the warehouse with Chibs. You had seen him at the warehouse a couple of times, always being flirty, chatting a bit, you’ve gotten quite friendly with him. A bit too friend-like for your taste, though.
You had asked Lyla for help to dress more clubhouse appropriate and to gain Chibs’ attention. It didn’t take her long to catch on to your little thing for him and you needed someone to finally talk to about that night. You had never done anything like it in your life.
“I like the two of you together, I could see this happening”, she said as she looked through the clothing rack at the warehouse. “There is nothing happening, Lyla. We just had sex, once”, you clarified, sitting in her make-up chair, applying some eyeliner.
“But you want it to happen again”, that wasn’t a question. “Of course, I do, it was fucking awesome. And not just because I was a bit drunk”, you said and got working on your other eye.
“Okay, I gotta ask. How big is he?”, Lyla asked you and turned around from the clothing rack. You looked at her through the mirror of the dressing table. “You’re not seriously gonna think that I’ll answer that?”, you asked and raised an eyebrow at her.
“You don’t have to say anything. I’ll just move my hands and you say stop”, she suggested and started by putting her hands together. She slowly moved her hands away from each other. You chuckled and got back to work on your eye make-up while she kept moving her hands away from each other. “Oh, my, Y/N. I’m glad you are still able to walk”, she joked and got back to finding you an outfit.
“I really appreciate the help, Lyla, but I don’t think you’ll find anything here that’ll fit me”, you said and put finishing touches on your lips with some red lipstick.
“No, I know there is something for you. We used it in a shoot once”, she said and kept looking through the clothes. You put the lipstick down and turned around. You were only wearing your black, lacy panties and a strapless bra which wasn’t doing much without the straps but you felt better wearing it, all hid under a silky robe.
“You want me to wear porn clothes?”, you asked in disbelief. “It’s just a dress used in a porn photoshoot, no need to freak out about it”, Lyla rolled her eyes at you. For working at a porn productions office and witnessing the making of porn pretty much every day, you could still be a little presumptuous about it. “Sorry”, you said sheepishly.
“Ha! Found it”, she said and pulled out a black faux-leather dress. “You would have to cover my whole body in Vaseline to get me in there”, you said as you saw the thing in Lyla’s hands. “I bet Chibs would like to help you with that”, she joked with a wink and handed you the dress.
“It got cotton lining, you’ll slip just in. And more importantly, slip out just as easily”, she said and wiggled her eyebrows at you.
Since it was only Lyla and you at the warehouse, you just untied your robe and let it slip off your shoulders. You opened the zipper on the back and stepped in. You pulled the dress up, struggling a bit at the hips and slipped your arms into the mini-sleeves. The skirt ended only halfway down your thighs and since it was a wavy, loosely fitted skirt, it revealed even more when you were walking.
It hugged your waist nicely and showed off your hourglass figure. Your shoulders were bare and the broad straps ran around your upper arms, working as little sleeves.
“Could you zip me up?”, you asked Lyla for help. You sucked your belly in as she pulled the zipper up in one pull. It was a bit tight around your boobs as was almost everything you had ever worn. You pushed them into place and smoothed out the fabric.
“Fuck, I’m good. You look amazing, Y/N”, Lyla called out when she looked you up and down. You turned around to the body length mirror and took a look at yourself.
You looked different, that’s for sure. And for a second you also thought that you looked kinda hot, but then your eyes wandered over every region you deemed problematic about your body and the good feeling washed away just as quickly.
“I feel like it’s Halloween and I’m playing dress-up”, you said and pulled at the skirt of your dress to make it longer. “Nonsense. Here, put these shoes on and let’s go”, she said and handed you some black wedges with straps across your insteps and ankles.
With a deep sigh, you complied and put the shoes on. You took a look in the mirror once more and fluffed up your long, wavy hair before Lyla led you out to her car to drive over to the clubhouse.
You were beyond nervous when you drove onto the lot. What Chibs would think of your outfit was the least of your worries right now as you were more terrified of how people would stare and make fun of you. At least, that’s what you were convinced would happen.
“Ready?”, Lyla asked when she had parked her car. “No”, you answered truthfully. “Alright, then let’s go”, she patted your thigh and got out of her car.
You took another deep breath and got out as well. You immediately pulled at your skirt again before you followed Lyla over to the clubhouse entrance. A few people were sitting outside on the benches, drinking, chatting and laughing together. You didn’t see any familiar faces but Lyla greeted a few people as you were walking by. Some turned their heads to see who had arrived but nobody said anything to you.
“We definitely have to get a few drinks into you to ease you up”, Lyla said when she saw the frozen smile on your face and the beads of anxious sweat on your forehead. She walked straight over to the bar where Chucky was handing out drinks. You took a look around the house and didn’t see any of the usual Sons hanging around.
“Chucky, where are Jax and the others?”, Lyla asked before you could. “They’re having a meeting in the chapel. They’re already in there for a while”, he answered.
“Hey, Chucky, I can take over if you want”, you suggested, but it was more like a request. Behind the bar was kind of a safe space for you. It was a surrounding you knew, it gave you a little bit of authority and for today, it was ideal to hide all the parts of your body your dress didn’t.
“You’re not supposed to work tonight, you’re supposed to have fun”, Lyla said as she sat down on one of the bar stools. “I’m having fun doing this. If Chucky will have me as his co-bartender tonight, of course”, you turned to him. “I accept that”, he nodded a bit eagerly and made you laugh.
“May I say, the delight of your appearance warms my heart”, he added out of nowhere. “That is very nice of you, Chucky, thank you”, you said and squeezed his arm. He blushed a little bit and looked away. “I’ll get new beer from the storage”, he said and rushed off to the room behind the bar. You continued filling the cooler and handing out your first beers and drinks of the night.
You noticed that a few of the liquor bottles were almost empty. You crouched down to look in the cabinets under the bar if you would find any new bottles before you had to ask Chucky to check the back.
From down there, you could hear how the doors of the chapel opened and the Sons came strutting out. The noise in the clubhouse immediately increased with chatter and the music even turned up.
You suddenly got up and scared Bobby, who was sitting right across from you. Nobody had seen you back there yet.
“Hey, boss”, you said and could see Bobby almost falling off his seat. “Good gracious, doll. Where do you come from?”, Bobby called out. You had to hold back a laugh as you pushed a fresh bottle of beer over to him as an apology. “I’m helping Chucky behind the bar. We’re a good team”, you said and put an arm around his shoulders. In your high heels, you were the same height as him. The other guys were all standing around the bar, waiting for their drinks.
“She’s hiding behind the bar instead of showing off her new outfit”, Lyla chimed in. “No, stop it, Lyla. I’m not hiding”, you waved it off. “Then come around that counter and show the guys what you’re working with today”, she said as she came around the counter and pushed you out from behind it.
You really didn’t want to do it, but you sucked it up, put on a big smile and walked out like you had an ounce of confidence in your body.
“So, what do you say, boys? Am I earning some tips tonight?”, you joked and paraded around in your high heels. “Look at that ba-ba-booty on that one”, Tig said and made grabbing motions at your ass. “You look hot”, Juice confirmed with a wide grin. “The tips will come flying in tonight”, Jax commented with a smile and grabbed a beer off the counter that Chucky had put there.
“Look, you even made Happy happy”, Tig pointed at Happy at the other end of the bar who looked at you with a normal smile. At least normal for other people. For Happy, that was a wide grin.
“Thanks, Happy. That smile means a lot to me”, you walked over and put your arm around his shoulders, squeezing into his side and pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Oops, sorry”, you giggled as you saw the stains of red lipstick on his skin and wiped it off with your thumb. These guys made it easy to flirt and joke around.
“Alright, cut it out now, you’re already drinking for free. You can turn the charms off now”, you told them, feeling a little overwhelmed by their compliments. The tiny voice in the back of your head trying to convince you that they just wanted to be nice and that Lyla pretty much begged them to say those compliments.
“I can’t turn that off, I was born with it, baby”, Tig said with a smug tone as he came over to you, put his hands on your hips and pressed a light kiss to your cheek. You liked Tig but that made you feel kind of weird. “Alright, big guy, I got it”, you patted his chest and walked around him and back behind the bar.
From that point of view, you watched Chibs grabbing a bottle of beer from the counter as well, throwing you an indecisive look and walking over to the wall across the bar, getting into a conversation with two guys sitting there.
You got back to preparing drinks, trying not to feel discouraged that he seemingly had nothing to say about your appearance since you were doing this all for him. You put on your brightest smile and kept on chatting with Lyla and some people at the bar.
Chibs might have been across the room from you but he kept an eye on you the whole time.
A little while later, you noticed that his bottle was empty, so you poured him a Jameson and asked Chucky to take over the bar again.
“Here you go”, you said and put the drink in his hand. “Thanks, darlin’”, he said and took a sip. You had downed a shot of Whiskey before you came over here to work up some courage.
“Can I ask you for something?”, you began. With a nod of his chin, he told you to continue. “Can you tell me I look good and not as weird as I feel?”, you whined to Chibs and pulled a face.
You pulled at the hem of your skirt again, trying to magically make it longer than it was. “I still feel like I’m playing dress-up”, you huffed.
“Don’t you gals have each other for that?”, he asked back with a raised eyebrow and took a sip of his drink.
“Lyla said I look good but I think she just wants to be nice”, you waved it off and shrugged your shoulders. “And the comments from the guys are not enough?”, he asked further. “They were also nice, but I haven’t heard anything from you”, you explained and made a pause for him to hand out his compliment but he just looked at you. You rolled your eyes and sighed out loud.
“I’m also asking you ‘cause you’re honest, you don’t give a shite about being nice”, you added with a smirk as you imitated his accent.
Chibs cocked his head to the side, scanning your face as if he was contemplating if he would answer you or not.
Then he leaned down to your ear and said, “You look fuckin’ gorgeous, lass. And if I wasn’t such a gentleman, I’d take ya right fuckin’ there on the pool table.” He leaned back up and against the wall behind him.
His words made you swallow hard but it was exactly the kind of validation you were hoping to get from him tonight. You looked up at Chibs with big eyes, seemingly shocked by his comment.
“Since when are you a gentleman?”, you asked and a smirk appeared in the corner of your lips.
“Aye, ya right”, he answered. He slammed his glass on a surface near him and the next second, his lips were on yours.
Your hands gripped his kutte in an automatic reaction and pressed your body against his. One of his arms snaked around you and held you in place, making sure you’re not pulling away too soon.
You felt him pushing a leg between yours and your hips involuntarily started grinding into him, your mind seemingly completely blocking out that you were at a party at the clubhouse, surrounded by people.
He pushed you back with his body and for a moment you were worried that he would actually follow through on his comment, but then he turned you around by your shoulders and put an arm around them.
“Have you ever seen the rest of the clubhouse?”, he said in a voice louder than necessary, making sure that nobody came looking for him in the next 40 minutes or so.
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Jealous
Son Heungmin
His recent photoshoot comes out and this time she’s not really happy about it. [Requested]
It had been two hours since the photos from the new photoshoot dropped and she still found herself speechless. They were now all over the internet and she’d actually dumped her phone somewhere in the bedroom because she needed to stop looking at them.
She knew that Sonny had the potential to be a supermodel; he had the build and the skills. He posed and moved in front of the camera like he was born to do it. She always felt proud and happy every time the results of his hard work came out, but she couldn’t really say that this time.
Maybe she should’ve prepared herself for this Calvin Klein photoshoot. She’d been so excited when he signed the contract, but she’d only realised it just now that it meant the whole world got to see him being that incredibly hot.
She was curled up on the sofa in the living room when Sonny came home. He announced to the whole house saying, “Baby, I’m home!” which she answered with a low “I’m here…” hoping he could figure out where she was.
The TV was on. She’d put on a random cooking channel but of course, she hadn’t been watching it because her mind was occupied by other things. Yes, yes, the photoshoot. She was getting annoyed and it showed.
“Hi, baby. You okay?” Sonny could notice it immediately, the long face and the pout.
“Yeah…”
Sonny knew she wasn’t okay. She didn’t even bother to look up at him.
“Bad day?” he guessed. He approached her, leaned down when she was close enough to put a kiss on top of her head. He then sat beside her and naturally placed a hand on her thigh.
“No, it was fine… How was your day?”
“Good, good… Training was fun today. Talking about the tactics is stressing me out but we’re making progress.”
She only responded with low hum as she reached for the TV remote at the coffee table, her thumb hovering over it before she decided to randomly surf the TV channels. It was getting awkwardly quiet and from the corner of her eyes, she could see that Sonny was eyeing her.
“I’m gonna take a shower,” Sonny said, trying to draw out a reaction from her. But she once again only hummed and didn’t budge at all.
“Baby…” Sonny shifted on the sofa, now facing her. He took her free hand and held it. “This is your chance to tell me what’s going on before I go to the showers.”
“It’s nothing, it’s… It’s stupid,” she said as she slightly shook her head. “You’ll just laugh at me if I tell you.”
“I promise I won’t.”
She finally turned to him, meeting his eyes. He looked so innocent, confused as to why she was being weird, even worried if he’d done something wrong. She immediately felt uneasy being under his gentle gaze, almost embarrassed even though Sonny didn’t even know what was going on.
“Those photos from the Calvin Klein photoshoot…” She started, but paused in an instant, giving herself a chance to bail out.
“They’re good, aren’t they?”
“Yeah, very good. But that’s the thing.”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
She looked away, let go of his hand, and grabbed a pillow. She hugged it for some comfort. “You look too good, babe. And the whole world gets to see that. And I– just– I don’t know. I’m just annoyed about it.”
“Are you jealous?” Sonny got it right with one guess.
Well, he knew her. She was a bit of the jealousy type. Sonny understood, he couldn’t blame her. South Korean national captain, Spurs legend, ambassadors for so many brands, he’d gotten himself a huge following. Eyes were always on him. People would always be ready to admire him, adore him, and literally drool over him.
“Maybe I am,” she shrugged, trying to make it look like it wasn’t a big deal. It really wasn’t, though, that was why she was reluctant to talk about it. “I told you it’s stupid, just forget it.”
“No, no, it’s not stupid,” Sonny shook his head. “You have the right to be jealous, you’re my wife.”
She sighed and turned to him again. “I know, but it’s your job. I’m not supposed to be annoyed about it, but…” She cupped Sonny’s face and pouted even more. “Sometimes I just hate that I have to share you with the rest of the world.”
Sonny matched her pout and he slouched his shoulders, signs that her words were affecting him.
“Especially when you were being that sexy. It’s truly unfair,” she finished off.
Sonny couldn’t help but to chuckle, making her pout quickly turn into a small shy smile. “See? I know you’d laugh! It’s stupid, like I said, it’s stupid.” She playfully slapped him on his shoulder.
“No, I mean, I’m glad that you’re jealous. If you’re not, then I must have done something wrong.”
“That’s the problem, you’re too handsome and too good at being a model. And all the ladies want you. That’s annoying.” She rolled her eyes, which earned more chuckles from Sonny.
Sonny circled his arm around her shoulders and pulled her in for a kiss. “You know I’m yours. I belong to you. People only see what we want them to see, remember?” He said after he pulled away. She rested her head on his shoulder and he gently caressed her hair. “Maybe I should try to tone it down a little bit next time. Try to make it not too sexy.”
“That’s impossible, you’re naturally sexy,” she sighed. “Maybe you should just terminate the contract, you know? Can’t you just cancel it?”
Sonny laughed and this time she joined in. She realised how silly she was being. She and Sonny had talked so many times about it before—when he was out there, he belonged to everyone who supported him so he always needed to do his best but when he was at home, he belonged only to her. But still, she couldn’t help but to feel annoyed when the rest of the world got to ‘have’ her husband, especially when she wanted him all for herself.
“I think that is not possible,” he responded.
She sighed, detaching himself from him. “I know, just forget it. I’m just being silly.”
Sonny smiled and ruffled her hair, staring at her like he really adored her, which was only the truth. “You’re so cute when you’re jealous,” he said as he stood up from the sofa. “Okay, I’m going to take a shower. Do you want to join me?” He offered his hand. She rolled her eyes but took his hand anyway.
Guess she didn’t really have to be jealous. After all, the rest of the world didn’t have this privilege and some others. These were only hers.
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anon wanted me to write anything based on that photoshoot and this is what i came up with. hope you enjoyed that!
My Masterlist🤍
#queueueueue#avenirdelightwrites#son heung min imagines#football imagines#footballer imagines#son heung min one shot#football one shot#footballer one shot#football fic#footballer fic#imagine#one shots#fanfiction#fanfic
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The Nanny Diaries | Chapter 1
Summary: Have you ever watched that movie with Scarlett Johansson where she works as a nanny for a very rich family, and Chris Evans is her very hot and cute neighbour? Well, that’s kind of been my life for the past few months. Hot neighbour included.
Author’s note: This story has been on my drafts for ages, and I wasn’t planning on posting it because when I finished it I didn’t like it that much. I even wrote a different version with someone else. But the the other day someone liked the “imagine” that inspired it, and sinde I don’t have anything else finished to post besides “Bluebell”, I said, why not? I’m sure worst things have been posted 😅
I hope you enjoy it, and as always, thank you for reading! 💜
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Have you ever watched that movie with Scarlett Johansson where she works as a nanny for a very rich family, and Chris Evans is her very hot and cute neighbour? Well, that’s kind of been my life for the past few months.
It all started when my friend Alice asked me to drive her to a photoshoot she was working in as a make-up artist. It was at a park, and they allowed people to watch as long as they didn’t bother anyone on set.
I sat on a corner next to where Alice had all her things, and just watched my friend and her colleagues work. But the one who wasn’t in the mood for just sit and watch, was Levi, the model’s three-year-old son. He kept running away from her while Alice was doing her make-up, wanting to be free and explore. And on one of those trips, he found me.
He came running towards me, falling at my feet and starting to cry. His mum was busy shooting and I didn’t want to distract her, so I picked one of Alice’s brushes and used it on his knee as if it was a magic wand.
“See? Completely healed.”
“That isn’t a magic wand” Levi said, pointing at the brush.
“Ok, fine. It is a magic brush.”
“Brushes aren’t magical.”
“This one is” I said, shaking it in front of him.
“What can it do?”
“It can turn people into animals.”
“Really?” Levi asked, his eyes wide.
“Watch this” I said, pointing the brush at myself and starting to meow, making him laugh.
“But you didn’t turn into a real cat!” he said with a big smile.
“Meow?” I said before using the brush again. “Sorry, I forgot to undo the spell.”
He laughed again, and that’s how we spent the rest of the shoot, making the other turn into different animals, other members of the crew also joining our game.
“Thank you so much for keeping him entertained” Levi’s mum said when she had finished shooting.
“Oh, it was nothing” I replied with a smile.
“Mummy, can I take this home with me?” Levi asked, showing her the brush we had been playing with.
“You’ll have to ask her” she said, nodding towards me.
“Take it, Alice won’t mind. And besides” I said, lowering my voice “she doesn’t know how to use it to make magic the way we do.”
A few days later, Alice called me.
“Remember the kid from the other day? Levi?”
“I do. Why?”
“His mum just sent me a dm on Instagram asking for your phone number. She’s wondering if you would like to take care of him while she is at work.”
“She wants me to be his nanny?”
“Something like that. Are you interested? She said she will pay you, money isn’t an issue with her. And since you are currently jobless…”
“Yeah, sure. Why not?”
Flashforward to the present. I’ve been working for the Kloss family for three months now. At first I was just staying with Levi for a few hours here and there while his mum was at work. Then, a couple of days, spending the night at their house because Mrs. Kloss had to shoot in a different city or country, and Mr. Kloss was busy with work. And right now, I’m living with them. With her, her husband, Levi, and their housekeeper, Mrs. McKenzie. And I’m doing it properly, with my own room and everything, one way bigger than the one I had at my old apartment. Though my whole apartment probably fits just on the area designed for the staff.
And I’m not gonna lie… I love living with the Klosses. They are lovely, and so far I haven’t felt mistreated in any shape or form. I have a really good salary, I live in the most expensive and poshest area of the city (which is gorgeous), and if I need a free day that isn’t among the ones we have agreed to, they don’t say no as long as it fits with their schedule.
I’m walking back home on one of those days after a date with a really nice guy, when I spot a group of young men standing at the door of my building, laughing and screaming. Great. Drunk men, just what I need to end my night.
“Excuse me” I say to one of them. “I need to get into the building.”
“What?” the guy says, turning around to look at me.
“I live here. Do you mind moving?”
“Only if you kiss me first” he says with a stupid smile.
“Jack, don’t be a jerk and let her through” one of the other guys says.
“I was going to start the night with a kiss and you just ruined it for me.”
“Did you see her face, bro? She wasn’t going to kiss you. I actually think she was going to kick you and leave with you without offspring.”
“Off… what?”
“Nevermind. Move and let the girl pass.”
“Ok” says the first guy, Jack.
“Sorry about him. Sometimes he can be a bit… you know.”
“It’s ok, don’t worry” I say, properly looking at my savior. And damn, he is gorgeous. I don’t usually use that word with men, but it is the only one that works with him. Those eyes, that smile, that hair… Gorgeous.
“Evening Mr. Chilwell” the doorman says. “I thought you were leaving.”
“I was, but the lady here needed to get home.”
“Oh, miss, I hadn’t seen you. I’m very sorry.”
“Don’t worry Louis” I say with a smile.
“Is there anything else you may need?” he asks.
“No, I’m fine.”
“Good” he says, going back to his usual spot.
“I didn’t know I had a new neighbour. Where do you live?”
“Third floor, with the Kloss family.”
“Oh, you must be Levi’s babysitter.”
“Yep, that’s me.”
“You definitely are an improvement from the one they had before. She was… Well. Hard to look at.”
“Rude.”
“But true” he shrugs.
“Still rude.”
“If you say so…”
If I say so? What an idiot.
“I better go, I have to wake up early tomorrow” I say, moving towards the door. “You should go back to your friends, make sure they aren’t bothering more girls.”
“They aren’t bad guys.”
“If you say so…” I say, using his same tone.
“Why are you mad?” he asks, running a hand through his hair and making me feel… things.
“I am not mad” I say, crossing my arms over my chest. “Pissed? Maybe.”
“Because I called a woman ugly?”
“Exactly.”
“Whatever” he says, rolling his eyes. Those beautiful eyes of his.
“Yes, whatever. Goodnight, Mr. Chilwell” I say, walking into the lobby.
“Wait. Can I at least get a goodbye kiss? For being a gentleman and saving you from Jack.”
“You want what?” I say, not believing what I just heard.
“A kiss” he says with an innocent smile. Innocent. This guy. Ha!
“If you had any chance of getting one, which you didn’t, you completely lost it by behaving like a jerk.”
“Oh, c’mon” he complains.
“Goodnight” I say again, walking away from him.
“You are gonna end up falling for me, you know?” he says behind me. “No one has ever resisted to me. No one.”
“You are so humble, Mr. Chilwell” I snort.
“It’s Ben. My name is Ben. And it is what it is. You will fall for me just like all the others do.”
“In your dreams” I reply, daring to look at him while I wait for the lift.
“Oh, I will definitely see you there tonight…. Neighbour” he says before joining his friends outside and giving me a smile that, again, makes me feel things. And he knows it. He totally knows it.
#ben chilwell#ben chilwell fanfic#ben chilwell imagine#ben chilwell x reader#football fanfic#football imagine
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Can't get the idea of Claire kneeling for R in nothing but a collar out of my head but due to selective writer's block I can't seem to write it so I'm kindly asking if I may pass the torch to you.
Omg bestie this was so fun to write
Tease
Summary: Claire playing for the actions of her consequences after deciding to be naught while you work
a/n: based on this ask
warnings: Smut+18, collars, kneeling, pet names, degrading, r being called daddy,
Claire was fucked big time.
Claire had the brilliant idea to take some very revealing photos of herself while she was getting ready to do some headshots for the senate campaign website. Just some pictures of the suit her campaign manager decided to put her in and she thought you would enjoy the spicy images while you were in meetings for most of the day. Remembering from experience how crazy you went at seeing the pictures.
What she didn’t think through was how boring this all would be and so, Claire got riskier with the images and caption to said pictures as she was waiting. A simple picture of her cleavage with a caption talking about the necklace she was wearing looked cute on her turned into a thread of naughty pics as she felt herself getting more turned on thinking of her wife.
Before she knew it, she was in this tiny dressing room, her left hand holding her phone while her right hand was occupied in her pants, Claire thrusting two fingers inside her soaking cunt. She wished that she was home instead of this boring studio so she can let out all the moans for you to hear in the office. It was to her memory one of the riskier things she’s done since deciding to run for higher political office all those years ago. Claire had never felt so excited and turned on doing something like this.
Even deciding to make herself cum in the video so that you had a little treat to watch in between meetings, knowing full well you would be very mad at her for acting like such a naughty slut. Maybe you would go easy on the older woman if she used her very famous puppy eyes on you and got your favorite food for dinner, but there is a slim chance of that happening.
Claire bear:
*video.png*
Wish you were here with me daddy to fuck my pussy:/, my fingers aren’t enough daddy Need your cock in me pls
Claire paid no attention to her phone for the next hour, focusing on getting a couple of good shots for the senate campaign website. Being very unaware that you had some time to kill before the next big meeting and were greeted with a whole thread of naughty images from Claire.
It started pretty tamely at first but the more you scrolled, the dirtier it got. It made you soaked beyond belief that she sent these and you were stuck in this boring office for the next 6 houses and had to wait. The last message took you by surprise as Claire would always talk about how she’d never fuck herself anywhere that wasn’t the comfort of her bedroom. Claire Debella, in this small dressing room of some studio, recording herself fucking her needy pussy and all you could do is imagine what she looked like.
“ That fucking whore,” you mumble to yourself as the video continues. She was gonna be so fucked once you made it back to the apartment.
As the video ended, you were furious that your lovely wife decided to be such a tease, especially knowing that you’d be busy at work.
So you send Claire a quick text before heading into the next boring meeting of the day.
My love <3:
I’ll be home at 6 pm and I want you kneeling by the door, the collar on like a good slut, Got it kitten?
Claire bear:
Yes Daddy
After she got the text from you, Claire quickly got her photoshoot done, made sure to act as serious as possible while leaving the studio, and make her way to your shared apartment like she wasn’t gonna be punished badly by you cause she wanted to have some fun in during the photoshoot.
Where most days the drive would be slow and boring, traffic was pretty quick on the way back. The second that she made it inside, Claire checked her phone to see that she had only 20 more minutes to get ready before you arrive and she made her way to the room where you stored her collar.
Getting a collar in the first place proved to be a challenge as she didn’t know what kind of design she wanted, how she would get it along with getting it delivered. She was the governor of Connecticut, a public official and she couldn't risk her image being tarnished if the media caught her walking into a sex shop. You assured her that no collar would be fine and she could get a cute necklace instead but lucky for her, one of her besties from her friend group had offered to grab one for her. A surprise to you when Birdie had shown up to the apartment during dinner to deliver a package to Claire, making sure that nobody followed her and left like nothing happened.
The beautiful collar, in her signature color, beige, with her initials stitched into it with white threads that you later found out had been customed made by one of birdies friends. Since then it was something the both of you would incorporate into your sex life.
Claire goes to her nightstand to see the collar sitting in the top drawer and quickly takes off all of her clothes before making her way to the living room. In times like these Claire was thankful to have carpet in the living room as she would be a bit annoyed to be waiting for 15 minutes for you to come back from work.
Claire looked at the mirror next to the door, double-checking that she looked so pretty for you, on the off chance that maybe you won’t go too hard on your sweet dove for being such a tease.
She checks her phone again to see that she only had 10 more minutes til you got home from work and she made her way to the spot next to the couch where she knew you would go after work. Didn’t matter how busy, the bad, excellent, or stressful your job got, it was your spot to be with a glass of whiskey and Claire by your side.
As your girlfriend was patiently waiting for your arrival back from work, you decided to take the quick route back to the apartment, needing to be with your girlfriend after the stunt that she pulled earlier in the day. Seeing how good her fingers look as she touches herself, how wet her pussy must have looked compared to the shot video you got from her. Left you to imagine so many things that you wanted to do to her once you got home.
A drive that is typically 20 minutes for you is cut in half thanks to your phone and you quickly make your way into the building to Claire who’s probably very nervous to see you. This was only going to be about the second time that she’d be punished by you and the both of you were unsure as to what would happen tonight. Claire at the moment felt good sending those videos to you but felt bad for making you all needy while you were unsure what kind of punishment would help her learn.
Luckily for sweet Claire, she’s taken out of her thoughts when the door is open and she takes a quick peek from her spot on the floor at you.
In your light grey blazer paired with one of your many dress shirts, a light grey skirt to go with it, and some short heels to finish the look. All Claire wanted to do at the moment was to shove her face between your legs but it was not the time for that.
Without missing a beat, you walked to the little bar set up you had to pour yourself a glass of whiskey, not bothering to give Claire any sort of attention before making your way to the couch to rest up.
10 minutes passed by as you opted to not say anything to your dove, finishing your drink before moving a fit to face your girlfriend who decided to follow your instructions.
“ Who knew my pretty little dove can use that brain of hers to follow my instructions?” you ask as you take a look at Claire who just blushes under your look.
Her collar fit and smug on her neck, hair was in a messy bun with her hair combed so you would easily see her face. The farther that you look at her body and the more she seemed to blush, feeling so worked up and you didn’t even so much as lay a finger on her. Nipples harden to the coldness of the apartment and you stop there, not choosing to give into your dove.
“ Do you know why I asked you to do this my dove?” you ask her and she nods her head.
“ Yes Ma’am,” she says quietly.
“ What was that Dove? How about you be a good girl and answer the question, seems like I can’t hear you” you order.
“ Yes ma’am, because I was a bad girl and sent those dirty pictures to you and even touched my needy pussy as well, she sheepishly says. If this wasn’t a punishment for claire right now you would have rewarded her for answering the question fully.
“ my goof little dove, you look so pretty for me kneeling for me,” you say as you motion for Claire to come between your spread legs. Your girlfriend going internally crazy as you are leaving nothing to the imagination, nice legs, soft thighs, and a bit of a wet patch that she can see.
Being the good girl that she is, Claire eagerly moves from her spot to between your legs, patiently waiting for what will come next.
“ You are too pretty to be mad at sweet dove,” you pause” but I need to punish you for being a naughty whore while I was at work”.
Claire knew what was about to happen right away.
“ How about,” you start as you remove your skirt and underwear,” you be a good girl for daddy and eat me out then I won’t be too hard on my little dove.”
Clare was a bit confused at the new name, not that she minded it but she was always so used to you being her Ma’am most of the time.
“ Why Daddy tonight?” Claire asks since most of the time the given name she’d call you would be Ma’am. Honesty surprised her a bit.
“ Because,” you loop one of your fingers around her collar to bring her face to your center, the older woman being a couple of inches away from her prize,” if you’re a good girl you can call me ma’am but since you decided to act like a dumb whore sending me those dirty pictures, not to mention even touching yourself without my permission.”
“ Be a good slut for daddy and make me cum or else I might have my fun and edge you for the rest of the night dove,” you pause as Claire just stares in awe” got it, Dove ?. “
“ Yes daddy,” she says before you push her mouth to where you need her most. Letting out a loud groan the second you feel the older woman’s tongue on your cunt.
This was going to be a fun night for both of you.
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3 YEARS WITH BTS 💜🙌🏾🎉
THIS IS BTS on Spotify. On Random starting from VIBE.
[Music is a very big part of my life and I’m MOSTLY INCAPABLE of writing without music, so I just thought I'd share what I am listening to while writing this]
–🐺–🐺–🐺–
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME,
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME,
I’M SO GRATEFUL TO BE ARMY~~~💜,
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!
I will NEVER FORGET how I was like ���Damn they are trending uh? … let’s see what they got?”, I clicked on the following link and THAT WAS IT FOR ME.
though I became obsessed with that particular performance of ON, which brought me to check out ON KINETIC MANIFESTO, and got me to add ON as a favorite song on spotify, which I listened to everyday as I went to work. I still couldn't imagine the me of today.
I then decided to listen to the whole of “Map of the Soul 7” and not gonna lie, I would have the following songs on repeat, every day:
ON never the SIA version, sorry SIA 🙏🏾
Black swan
UGH
Filter
It even got to a point where I would listen to only Filter on repeat 😬😬😬 … Mind you I still didn’t know who any of the members were by that point. Eventually I decided to take a look at the members and I started and ended with the leader 😂. We seemed to have so many things in common: English not being our first language, love for anything intellectual, reading, etc. I couldn’t get past RM. So it was MoTS + RM for me. But nothing serious yet, life still proceeded as normal.
Full into COVID, I had the worst sleeping pattern still do, but that is a different story. So I just so happened to be awake when on August 21, 2020 Dynamite premiered. I had no idea what a comeback was, or anything associated, I just watched as the seconds counted down and then watched this colour video: I WAS SHOOK 😂😂😂. I also remember very clearly that I made my very first BTS gif out of that video, which was Tae at the very end not sure where the gif I made is now but the scene was the following:
So then I got into Tae, I was like “Who is this Cali-looking handsome thing?”. In the same fashion, through reactions, music videos, interviews, RUN BTS, etc, I started being obssessed with each member at a time, for different weeks at a time 😂😂😂. Eventually having to admit that, even though given the chance I'd marry Kim Seokjin 😂😂😂, I actually loved all of them.
As life kept going on, I had a whole series of firsts (photoshoots, reactions, RUN etc) but it took me up to some time in January 2021 to realise that I indeed hadn’t spent a single day of my life since February 25, 2020 without consuming any BTS related content. OF ANY KIND AND WILLINGLY. From that realisation I then happily dove into the rabbit hole, but also came up an amazing journey of mental health recovery:
I OWE THEM SO MUCH.
Because I can feel getting sappy, and in all honesty I want keep enjoying my ARMY birthday with a smile on my face, I’ll stop here. I guess in a way I need to thank Jimmy Fallon uh 😂😂😂?
LOVE YOU MY BOYS, MORE THAN YOU WILL EVER KNOW 💜 The following was the ever first BTS photoshoot that came across my timeline.
Always so gratefully yours 🫰🏾💜,
Marengo.
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Their s/o wearing their gang uniform around the house.
⌗ Pairing: Rindou Haitani, Ran Haitani, Ken Ryuguji, Terano South.
⌗ Warnings: None.
⌗ A/N: Some of them are short bc is the reaction per said and some are long wtf, lol.
Request.
Rindou Haitani.
He opens your apartment’s door with his spare key and freezes. You’re in the kitchen, humming and swaying softly. In his clothes, more precisely, his Tenjiku coat.
“What the— AH!” He screams startled when you scream because you thought you were alone. “Baby don’t fucking scream like that! Your nosy neighbor is gonna think we are fighting!”
“Then don’t come up behind me like that!” You say in the same tone, but relaxed when he hugs you from behind. “At least shout that you’re home.”
He hums while hiding in your neck.
“Any reason while you’re wearing my clothes?” He asks softly, voice sounding muffled.
“My wardrobe is literally based on your clothes.” You say innocently.
“I know, but, is there any reason while you’re wearing gang clothing?” He asks again.
“Oh, because I look better than you in it.” He gasps.
“Take it off!” He says, offended as hell.
Ran Haitani.
He gave you his coat so he could be more comfortable while beating a guy that catcalled you on the street. When he comes back you’re wearing the coat, that looks big as hell on you. His brother is looking at you weirdly.
“Look at my angel, rocking my clothes better than me, uh!” He shouts from the other side.
You, as usual, always match your man’s energy.
“I knowwww, look at me Ran!” You shout back giving him a bunch of dramatic poses as if you were in a photoshoot. He starts to clap.
Rindou starts to walk, wanting to be left out of this mess.
Ken Ryuguji Draken.
It wasn’t the Toman’s Toppoku that you were wearing but rather his usual patterned long jacket.
You had spent the night with him at the brothel since he texted you the night before because he didn’t understand a subject so you made him look for you at your house but ended up falling asleep on top of him after spending some good hours explaining to him.
Now, he was outside talking with Mr. Masamichi, giving you time to take a shower and dress up. When you call him to come back he doesn’t expect to see you with one of his patterned long jackets that was too long for you, showing just your fingertips.
“Oh?” He says and you look over your shoulder and give him a sweet smile.
“Hi Kenny, I’m sorry to—,”
“You look flawless my love,” He says, sitting on his bed and patting his lap. You sit on top of him and sigh in content when he touches your small back. “You can take them all if you want. They look better in you.”
“Don’t say that.” You look at his chest biting your lip nervously.
“But it is, love,” He hums, caressing your neck with his nose. “You’re pretty as you are… but so gorgeous with my clothes on.”
Terano South.
You weren’t just wearing his gang jacket, you were also saying his whole speech in his bedroom, using a brush as your mic.
“Name’s Terano. Terano South, from Minato—,”
“Well, well, this Terano look fine as hell.” You scream startled at the sound of his voice. When you turn around he is at the door, looking at you with a smug smile.
“I—,”
“Put more aggressiveness in it and imma put you on the lines for the next meeting.” You giggle, walking to his open arms.
“Be careful, because if you get weak I’ll take your spot!” You whine when he flicks your forehead softly.
“I’m not gonna let you do that without a fight.” You look at him deadpan and he groans and rolls his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, I’ll very much let you take my place. You’re too cute, little one.”
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Crushing - Harry Styles
a/n: just a little something that was inspired by a tiktok and @pastequeharry !
pairing: Harry X Famous!Reader
word count: 2.2k
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“Welcome back, I hope has everyone returned from our little break because we are playing a fun little game with Y/N, who by the way won a Grammy award for best new artist this weekend, so congratulations on that!”
Ellen smiles at you widely as she claps along with the audience and you’re just smiling shyly, still not quite used to the sound of it.
“Thank you,” you nod looking around.
“Okay, we are going to play a round of who’d you rather. Are you familiar with the game?” she asks you.
“Yes, I’ve seen others play it before.”
“Great. For those who don’t know the game, two people will show up on the screen and Y/N will have to choose one. Whoever she chooses will come with us to the next round and at the end we’ll know who is her ultimate crush.”
“Ah man,” you huff, feeling a little nervous about who they are gonna show you and the audience laughs at your reaction as your fingers dig into the armrest of the armchair you’re sitting comfortably in.
“Are you ready?” Ellen questions with a smile that tells you just how much she is enjoying this.
“I don’t think I’ll ever be, but let’s get started,” you chuckle nervously.
“Okay, let’s see our first pair,” she starts and two pictures show up on the big screen and on the smaller one at the front of the stage so you don’t have to crane your neck. “So we have Zendaya and Tom Holland. Who are you choosing?”
“You really had to start with two of my biggest Marvel crushes?!” you whine and the audience starts laughing again as you chew on your bottom lip, trying to decide. “I love them both, but I’m gonna have to go with Zendaya, because in height, we would be better. I’m sorry Tom, I still love you!” you declare, looking around all cameras, hoping they all got your confession.
“Alright. So now we’ll keep Zendaya and move on to the next person, who is… Harry Styles. Zendaya or Harry Styles?”
The blood rushes out of your face as you see a picture of Harry, memories of the two of you meeting at the award show in the weekend flooding back to your mind. Harry has been a crush of yours since probably forever. You’ve been a fan of his since his One Direction days and your career started to take off sometime around the time he started his solo career, only difference is that it took you a little longer to earn yourself a name in the industry. But this weekend you finally met him for the first time, in real life, without you just watching him on the stage with four other men.
You spotted him at the area that led to the red carpet, he was about to step out when his eyes laid on you and though he was wearing a mask, you still knew he was smiling from the little wrinkles in the corners of his eyes. Your breath caught in your throat, stopping in your track as you were holding up your gown so you wouldn’t trip and fall with all the cameras around.
“Y/N! Hi!” he greeted you stepping closer, as if the two of you were old friends.
“Hi!” you managed to speak up, feeling completely starstruck.
“Love the gown! You look wonderful!” he complimented you and you could feel your cheeks heating up so fast.
“Oh, thank you, but I think you’re stealing the show with the boas,” you chuckled making him laugh as well.
“Thank you. Congrats on the nomination, I really hope you win by the way.”
“You do?”
“Of course. Listened to the album, it’s really good,” he nodded and your heart skipped a beat. Harry Styles listened to your album and he liked it? This must be Heaven, but when did you die?
“Thank you so much! I hope you win too, though your chances are better with your three nominations,” you joked making him laugh again.
“Yeah, just a little,” he nodded. “Here, let me help you.” He offered you his arm helping you step up the few steps that lead to the area where the red carpet photos were taken and you were thankful for the help, though you could already hear all the camera’s clicking in your way and you knew the photos would be all over the internet by the next day.
You only met one more time during the evening and you could only congratulate to each other on the wins before you both were snatched away, but you still play your conversation with him in your head before you go to bed in the evening.
“Um, Zendaya is everything but I’m gonna play this game honestly so I’ll choose Harry.”
The audience starts cheering and clapping at the decision as Ellen smirks at you, nodding along.
“No need to be shy, we all have a crush on Harry probably,” she jokes making you laugh. “Okay, next up we have… Harry Styles and The Weeknd.”
“I’m gonna stick to Harry,” you answer probably a little too fast, but if you’re being honest, they can’t show you anyone at this point who would beat Harry.
“Harry stays, next we have Harry and… Florence Pugh.”
“You guys made sure to make it hard for me!” you chuckle staring at the screen. “But I’m still gonna stick to Harry, though I love them both.”
“Alright, for the next round we have Harry Styles and Niall Horan.”
“I’m upset, because as a One Direction fan, I should not be forced to choose between them,” you point at Ellen, giving her a hard look which the audience finds quite hilarious.
“I’m sure you had ranked them before, don’t be shy,” she smirks and you sigh rolling your eyes.
“Okay, no offence to anyone but Harry stays. Sorry Niall, I still love you though,” you add with a smile.
“Harry is in a winning streak, it seems. Okay, let’s see his next opponent. Harry against Chris Evans.”
“Harry,” you answer with a sigh, crossing your legs, knowing well you will not choose anyone over Harry.
“Fast answer, great. Harry Styles or Ariana Grande.”
“Love Ariana, she’s a queen, but Harry,” you answer with a smile, the audience enjoying your obsession over Harry Styles and at this point you are not even trying to hide it.
“Harry Styles or Henry Cavill?”
“Harry,” you answer right away.
Henry’s picture disappears and Harry’s moves to the middle as the game comes to its end.
“Seems like we have a winner here. Harry Styles beat everyone!” Ellen chuckles as you glance at the big screen, blushing a little, but you are hoping your makeup is covering it well.
“You said it yourself, everyone has a crush on him,” you shrug, trying to play it cool.
“Yes, but not everyone was helped out by him,” she smirks as a photo of the two of you appears on the screen from last weekend and you cover your face with your hands as the audience goes wild.
“He is a gentleman,” you sigh dreamily.
“He really is and I have to say that the two of you look great together.”
“Oh stop it,” you chuckle, playing it over a little, just to make it less obvious how giddy even the thought makes you.
“Well, now we know that he is your number one choice, hopefully he’ll take the next step,” Ellen chuckles before moving on and asking you a few more questions as part of your appearance on the show.
Weeks go by and you kind of forget about the whole interview. It blows up the next few days, but nothing really happens, people just get excited that you are crushing on Harry just like everyone else, but it dies down pretty quickly.
You barely recovered from your Grammy win and yet you are already marching towards another milestone in your career. None other than Gucci asked you to be part of their new campaign in an amazing photoshoot and you just couldn’t say no, not that you ever even thought about it. After some online meetings and sending emails back and forth the first fitting’s day has finally arrived and you are buzzing!
Heading down to the showroom to go over every outfit they want you to wear for the photos, you can’t wipe the excited grin off your face. Growing up you could only dream about owning anything Gucci, now you are going to be promoting them so it truly is a dream come true.
Arriving you are walked into the showroom that is now filled with racks of clothes and there’s a podium with three mirrors surrounding it for the fitting.
“Y/N! Hi! So nice to finally meet you after all the emails and calls!” Nancy, the creative director of the campaign greets you.
“Nice to meet you too!”
“We are in a little bit of delay, I’m very sorry about that, but we can start in about ten minutes, if that’s alright with you.”
“Oh, no worries. I’m free all day,” you assure her before she thanks your patience and runs off to finish off whatever she was doing before.
Wandering around you take a look at the beautiful clothes on the racks, blown by basically everything you see and you can’t wait to wear the outfits that were meant for you. In the back of the room, a part is closed off for a changing area and you hear the door opening as Nancy walks out first, talking to someone following her behind and when you see the person, you freeze.
Harry Styles walks out, wearing a just a shirt and jeans, looking very casual but still, unbelievably hot. The man could wear a potato sack and still look better than any other men.
“Thank you so much,” he smiles at Nancy before his eyes lay on you, a wide smirk tugging on his lips in realization. “So nice to see a familiar face!” he beams, walking closer before he pulls you in for a short hug that catches you by surprise, but also warms your chest.
“Hi, didn’t expect to see you here, though you are kind of one with the brand at this point,” you tease him making him laugh.
“I am, yeah. I heard that you would be featured in the campaign as well. Amazing choice,” he smirks, glancing over at Nancy who smiles proudly, clearly agreeing with him.
“Y/N, I’ll get the changing room ready for you and we can start in five, alright?” Nancy informs you.
“Yeah, thank you!” You nod in her way and she is already off to do the work, leaving you and Harry alone.
“So, I learned some interesting information the other day,” he hums with a serious face and he got you curious about what it could be.
“Yeah?”
“Mhm, you know, I was watching The Ellen Show and you were on, playing a little game.”
“Oh my God,” you breathe out, already feeling the heat crawling up your neck to your cheeks. Harry smirks down at you, clearly enjoying that he got you so nervous and embarrassed of what happened.
“I wish I knew about your little crush earlier!” he teases you, making your groan.
“And why is that? So you could pull my leg at the Grammy’s when I was already shitting my pants?”
Harry lets out a chuckle shaking his head as he hides his hands in his pockets, his eyes running up and down your figure before they meet with your gaze again.
“No. Because then I wouldn’t have talked myself down from asking for your number.”
You can’t help the stunned reaction that takes over your face at his blunt flirting, your lips part as your eyebrows shoot up while Harry just stares back at you with a sly smirk on his deliciously pink lips.
“Oh, is that so?”
“Yeah, but now that I know that you are crushing on me just like I’m crushing on you, I think it’s time to make the first step. So…” he pulls his phone out and hands it over to you and continues while you type your number in. “I’m not just asking for your number, but I happened to hear that you have nothing else planned for the day, is that true?”
“It is,” you nod, feeling out of breath as you hand him back his phone, your number saved in his contacts.
“Then how about grabbing lunch after your fitting? I happen to have nothing today as well, we should take advantage of it,” he suggests and you can’t push your stunned smile down.
“Sounds good,” you nod, biting into your bottom lip.
“Great. I’ll run some errands while you are here and I’ll be back in about an hour.”
“You could stay here if you want, I don’t mind it,” you tell him, feeling like he is only leaving because he doesn’t want to intrude.
“I would love to, but I really want to see the final outcome of the campaign and not spoil it for myself,” he smirks making you chuckle.
“Alright. Then see you in an hour.”
“Yeah,” he nods with a boyish smirk before turning around and walking out of the showroom.
Thank you for reading, please like and reblog if you enjoyed it!
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Farm. Ellie. Making. You. Squirt. 👀 👀👀AAaRAghg now I NEED a whole fic for that!!!! For the sake of my sanity pretty pretty pleaseeeee 😩🙏🏼
Summary: Ellie finding scandalous polaroid's of you before finding out what she can do to you :)
A/N: Thanks for the ask<3 it was a bit rushed but i tried, theres so many asks to do so plz bear with me lol. Also i did research for this one cause idk much about this subject so be proud of me ASHAH
Warnings: NSFW, Squirting, fingering, cunniligus
Word count: 3.2K
She didn’t know what happened, one minute she was listening to Joel strum his guitar, wondering when the hoard will pass so she can finally be with you again. Then the next minute she was looking down a scandalous picture of you, gripping the paper so tightly her knuckles had turned white.
She was digging through her backpack when a piece of paper fell out of it. The paper was folded neatly, the words “For ellie<3″ standing out. Her eyebrows knitted in confusion, not quite sure who had put it in there but there was only one way to find out. She picked it up, it was heavier than it looked.
She opened it up and something fell out of the folded paper onto the ground. She looked down towards the floor to see 5 polaroids scattered, she was even more confused. She picked one up and examined it.
It was a picture of you and her, you two were on her bed. You had a huge smile on your face as ellies lips were on your cheek. Her arms were draped across your stomach lazyly, Ellie smiled. She remembered that day so well, you both were sick with colds and you both stayed in bed all day with each other watching old 80s movies.
The next one she didn’t recognize. You were in her bed once again, you were laying on your back with the camera pointed at your chest. You had a small tank top on which didn’t leave too much to ellies imagination. Your neck and chest were covered in hickeys, the dark shade complementing your lips.
The next was even more scandalous. You were in the mirror with only a set of back lacy underwear Ellie had gotten you on one of her trips. Your hand was over your boobs, covering them up so she couldn’t see them. She could see marks on your waist, finger prints from her. It was evident she had once been in the room with you, judging by your puffy lips and sweat drenched body.
The last one made her heart drop and the blood from her face drain. You were on her bed once again, you were topless. Your hair was draped over your boobs and your legs were spread slightly allowing her to see a small sliver of all of you. One hand was on your hip and the other was placed on your chest, right above your boob.
She looked down at the paper and saw sloppy writing on it, she didn’t hesitate in ripping it open and reading it.
Dear ellie,
I thought you were gonna miss me so i decided to have a photo shoot just for you<3 I hope you like them, I'm no model but I thought having these would make you miss me less. (or to show what your missing, don’t want you running off with another girl)
I miss you like crazy and you haven’t even left now, but by the time you're reading this I know I'll be missing you :(. Please be safe and don’t die, I don't want some asshole getting these pictures off your dead body. Oh and I'll miss you when you're dead of course:)
Anyway, please be safe baby and come back to me. I can’t wait to be ruined when you get back, Muah muah
Love,
Y/n XOXO
Her jaw tensed up, her hand grabbing the paper tightly. She tried everything to stop the thoughts of ruining you from running through her head, she couldn’t do anything about it either. She only had these pictures of you, she couldn’t touch you or be touched. The frustration was really getting to her.
She was pulled back to reality by Joel strumming the strings of his guitar.She shoved the pictures into her backpack hoping Joel didn’t see them. She let out a loud sigh, trying to calm herself down. She couldn’t wait to get home, she knew exactly what she was going to do. She knew this was gonna be a long trip.
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The next couple days were hell for ellie. She couldn’t get her mind off the pictures and she couldn’t get off either. She didn’t get much alone time thanks to Tommy and Joel so all the frustration was building up. She couldn’t sleep sometimes, she was so touch starved it interrupted her dreams
When they finally arrived at Jackson she didn’t hesitate in running to her house, knowing you’d be there. With a couple welcome backs and half assed replies from Ellie, she finally arrived at her garage. She slowly opened the door, being greeted with warmth and the smell of your perfume.
Her room hadn’t changed much, there was still clutter of books and you were on her bed with little clothes on. When you heard the door open your head perked up, your eyes leaving the book you were reading. You gave her a big smile before throwing your legs over the bedside, running over to her.
You wrapped your arms around her neck, bringing her into a deep kiss. You guys had been away from each other for a bit. You hated when Ellie went out on trips like these, trips that took days to come back from. You never knew when she’d be back or if she’d be back.
Her hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you unbelievably close to her. You both basked in the warmth, your hands running through her auburn locks. She felt the most relaxed she had in days, feeling so close to you made her feel safe.
"I missed you..." You said while pulling away from her.
Her eyes had gotten a bit darker, almost now dulled completely. You thought it was because of the long trip she just had but Ellie had other things on her mind. The tourture your little photoshoot put her through, the hunger she felt it was enough to make anyone snap. she thought it couldn't get worse but when she walked in on you with just a shirt on and some cute panties, that was the cherry on top.
"Don't act all cute...." Her voice was thick with dominance, maybe the most you've ever heard. " 'i can't wait to get ruined when you get back'' ' She recited from your letter
She had read the letter so many times she could speak it all without the paper. The words haunted her and she was going to make sure you were ruined by the end of it. You looked speechless, like you hadn't any idea what she was talking about.
The innocent look in your eye made her hands shake and her mind wonder to all that she could do to you while that innocent look was still there, how far could she push you until you broke? She grabbed a fist full of your hair, forcing you to look into her dull eyes.
She pulled you into a deep kiss, hand still gripping your hair to keep you in place and the other one wrapping around your waist. You let out a small whimper, surprised by how fast it happened. Your muscles then relax, your head dizzy.
You hadn’t been touched, neither of you did so you both were touch starved. You brought your hands up to grab at her. Her hair, her neck, her chest you grabbed at everything. Her hand wandered down to your ass that was only covered by lacy underwear, giving it a squeeze. You moaned into the kiss, allowing her to move her tongue into your mouth.
The sudden affection made your legs shake and your eyes roll back into your head. She noticed this, watching as you became a moaning mess just by kissing. She took this as a sign to get you on the bed so she took a step forward, hinting at you to walk to the bed.
You started to walk backwards, your lips still on hers. You reached the bed, falling back on it. You pulled Ellie closer and closer to you, legs around her waist wanting more of her. She pulled a way for a split second just to pull her backpack and shirt off, not wanting to waste precious time she could spend in between your sweet little thighs.
You eagerly watched her, face heating up causing a soft red glow on your face. Her shirt trailed up her body, revealing more and more of her. She was only in a sports bra and a pair of jeans when she finally got her shirt off. You bit your lip at the sight, seeing how her nipples could be seen from underneath her sports bra.
When you drew your attention back to her, you saw her giving you a stern look. You could tell she was waiting for you to also take your shirt off, you gave a small giggle at how distracted you were before pulling your shirt off as well. The cold air hit your bare chest, making you shiver underneath her grasp
Ellie’s breath hitched, watching as your chest rose up and down. You looked like an angel to her, your hair sprawled out on the bed, only in a pair of lacy underwear, soft thighs around her waist. How can someone so angelic do something so dirty?
Ellie ran one of her cold hands up your stomach, enjoying the softness of your skin. You reacted to her touch with a small whimper, Goosebumps rising on your skin. She admired every scar and bump on your skin, loving how it looked on your skin. She reached your boobs, placing her hand on top of one. She bent down to place small kisses on your chest.
“I missed these.” She said between kisses.
You giggled, watching her every move. You moved a hand up to her hair, running your hand through it as she kissing and sucked on your skin. You let moans and groans fall off from your lips. She backed them, they encouraged her to do more. She regularly wanted to taste you so her kisses made their way down your neck, down your breast, down your stomach and finally to your lacy pair of underwear.
She placed small kisses on the inside of your thighs, watching you squirm. You watched her every move with wide eyes, she looked up at you nipping at your thighs. She kissed up your thigh until she reached your underwear.
She hooked her fingers on the sides of your underwear and slowly pulled them down, coming face to face with all of you. She slid your underwear off and threw them somewhere in the room. She looked up at you and then back at your thighs.
“Your soaked baby,” she said, breaking the silence.
You just bit your lip, a bit embarrassed about how your cunt was dripping onto your bed sheets. You couldn't help it, Ellie made you feel things no one else has. She noticed your embarrassment.
"Let me guess." She said, sliding a finger up and down your cunt. "You touched yourself to the thought of me, every. single. night while i was gone.
She swiped up and down your cunt a few more times before shoving two fingers inside you. You threw your head back, only ellies long slim fingers could reach that one place inside you that made your toes curl and she hit it every. single. time.
"What'd you think about huh?" She said, planting another sweet little kiss on your thigh.
you didn't respond, more like you couldn't respond. She curled her fingers, just grazing you g-spot. She chuckled up at you, leading her kissing up and up. She was promised to ruin you and she was going too.
"Was it me fucking you with the strap, you hands tied to the bed post while i thrust in and out.." Her fingers forcefully shoving in and out of you harshly to accentuate her words. "of your sweet little cunt."
You let out a high pitched moan in response to those harsh thrusts, making you see stars. She grinned, gripping onto your thigh roughly before licking up your cunt as if she was licking an ice cream cone on a hot summer day.
She scissored her fingers inside of you, not going too fast but deep and rough. the sinful sound of her fingers working in and out of your cunt filled the room along with your sweet moans. She licked you one last time, lapping up your juices before savoring the way you tasted.
"or was it just like this?" She asked once again, fully aware of you too lost in the pleasure to answer her. "My head in between your thighs, fucking you with my tongue and fingers while you sit back looking all cute."
She was right to say the least, you did run your hand down your body at night while thinking about her. You thought about it all, every position, every toy you had, every single dirty thing you thought about while fucking yourself until you were too tired to stay awake.
Your hands gripped onto the sheets, your knuckles turning yellow. A thin sheet of sweat was developing along your flushed body. Ellie's fingers got faster, curling and thrusting and then spreading apart before doing it over and over and over again. It was enough to make you cum right then and there if she asked.
"Your lucky baby..." she stated, looking up at you seeing you come apart. "I'm going to fuck you until you've made a pretty mess out of yourself and than i'm going to fuck you all over again."
Ellie's hand pushed your thigh all the way down to the bed, then returned to it to grip at it as she divided her tongue into your cunt. She started slow with her tongue but her fingers stayed the same pace , rough and fast.
Her tongue was so sudden it made you moan a little too loud for your liking. That didn't stop her but made her movement quicker, her fingers jabbing at your g-spot head on now. You were absolutely on fire, your skin felt hot and sticky.
You reached up to your boobs and grabbed at them, only maximizing the pleasure. Ellie licked circles on your clit, the sensitive bud sending waves of pleasure throughout your body. You threw your head back, back arching and waist thrusting along with her fingers.
Her nails dug into your thighs flesh, leaving small moon shapes there. Your moans became louder and at this point you didnt care if anyone heard, right now the only thing you cared about was Ellie's mouth on your aching cunt.
Ellie blew cool air onto your cunt, making you jerk up to meet her mouth. She chuckled at your neediness before giving you what you wanted, her mouth. There was no point in teasing you now and she obviously wasn't done punishing you.
Her tongue sped up, lapping at your cunt and really focusing on your clit. She added another finger, allowing her fingers to go deeper. Your hand gripped at her hair to grab it, thrusting your hips up faster and harder than before.
She couldn't get a good angle on your cunt so she took the hand that was on your thighs and brought it up to your waist to keep you down. You could feel your orgasm near but it felt different this time, your belly felt like it was on fire.... it didn't hurt it just felt different, a good difference?
Ellie added another finger, stretching you open. Her tongue was set and determined on your clit, the sensitive bud becoming overstimulated. You could no longer control your volume, you were basically screaming to the point ellie decided if she should stop or not. She didn't need more noise complaints.
Your body was already shaking violently, your stomach felt like it was on fire. This was terrifying how you felt but at the same time you didn't want it to stop. It felt so good and hurt in the best way possible.
Ellie didn't slow down but only sped up more and more until you let out a loud scream. The building knot in your stomach finally snapped and you were overcome with such ecstasy such pleasure, pure fucking light. It was all too much for you, your vision almost went and your hearing ceased for a split second.
From ellies point of view her fingers were soaked, along with her chest and face and even her jeans. She didn't know what was happening for a minute, her first thought was you had peed on her to be honest but after taking one look up at you she knew what had happened. You had squirted.... it had been something she had seen in an old porn tape she came across.
You felt far away from your own body, feeling only wetness on your lower half and after shock waves coming from your cunt. You came back to your body when your head was talking to you.
"Holy shit.... i didn't think i could do that..'' She admitted to you as your eyes fluttered open.
You looked over at her to see her completely soaked with your juices, you suddenly became embarrassed. You didn't know your body did did that, you didn' think it could do that. You closed your your sticky legs as best as you could.
"I'm sorry..." You said, sitting up slowly.
"No no.... It's okay!" Ellie laughed, pushing you slightly back down.
She laid on top of you, kissing you softly. She never wanted you to be ashamed of yourself even after doing something so fucking hot. She brushed your hair out of your face.
"That was a hot babe.... don't be sorry." She smiled.
You let out a sigh, honestly you were still slightly in shock and not yet fully conscious. You were sticky and sweaty, your bottom half tingling and drenched. Ellie's body on yours didn't make it any better but you were okay with that, you just wanted to be with her.
She could sense you not being all there by the way your eyes were still foggy. So she lifted herself off of you and made her way across the room to put on some music, trying to coax you back into your body again.
She went back to the bed and cuddled you up into a blanket before laying beside you, talking to you in a sweet and calm voice telling you all about her journey. She told you about the forest they traveled through and how she swore she saw fairies at one point. She just said anything to relax you and ground you.
"You're cute when you babble." You spoke, voice raspy from screaming.
"look who's back.." She joked, moving a hair from your face.
"That was intense..." You replied, you moved your hand up and down her arm before grabbing her hand in yours
"I know, they make it look so easy in porn." She said, making you perk up.
"Porn?!?!" You asked
You gave her a wide eyed look wanting to know the story behind her porn experience. She scoffed at your sudden interest and threw her hands up, regretting the decision to stay that.
"It was one time when I was 15.... I came across a tape!" She said, laughing at her stupid teenage self.
“Well i have to know the full story…”
#ellie williams x reader#ellie williams fic#ellie williams fanfic#tlou ellie#the last of us part two#the last of us x reader#the last of us pt ii#the last of us fanfiction#the last of us fanfic#the last of us
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Shu
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If it really meant a lot to you, Shu would do pretty much anything. Going out to dinner, a concert, a museum, anything you’d want. He may not show that much interest in the activity, but he wouldn’t complain. Otherwise, he’s perfectly content to just stay in the mansion and cuddle all day. Shu is definitely the type of boyfriend who would 100% remember your birthday but pretend he didn’t just to tease you. And, if you were in the mood, Shu wouldn’t object to celebrating your birthday in...other ways.
Reiji
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Reiji would treat you to a nice dinner and buy you some jewlery or a book or something else he knows you’ll like. He’ll also get his work done faster so he can spend more time with you. He’s not a “surprise” kind of guy, he’ll make sure you’re okay with the plans he wants to make. The presents he gives you may be a surprise, but he’ll be sure that you’ll like them.
Ayato
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This guy wakes up on your birthday and it’s like his personality has been infused with 5 Party City stores and a Target for good measure. He’ll decorate everywhere (and force his brothers to help him) and he’ll wake you up super enthusiastically. Ayato literally has every second of the day planned out and he’s gonna make damn sure that you do everything, no matter how tired you get. Because he’s the great Ore-Sama and your boyfriend, he’s convinced he knows best and it won’t even cross his mind to ask you. However, after you’ve finished all his planned activities, if you tell him you want to do something specifically, he won’t even hesitate.
Kanato
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Kanato will be a lot more easygoing, he’ll allow you to make more choices and he’ll share his sweets with you. You’ll even be allowed to hold and talk to Teddy. He’ll still be in control, but he’ll be a little less quick to get aggressive and let you choose the activities you do and the places you go. Besides that, he’ll be pretty much the same, sharing chocolates through kisses, dolling you up, kissing and cuddling, stuff he normally would do.
Laito
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Unless you want him to, Laito won’t call you Little Bitch. He’ll call you very sweet loving things instead. He’ll buy you cake and light the candles and buy you a present, typical birthday stuff. But he’ll also be super intimate, even more so than usual. He will give you so many orgasms you’ll lose count of how many times you’ve climaxed. Making love will be all about you and your pleasure, whatever you want, he’ll do, he won’t even require you begging like normal.
Subaru
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Super cute, super tsundere Subaru (try saying that ten times fast XD)
He’ll plan something for you and get you flowers or a present. It’ll go something like this:
*Subaru hands you flowers, blushing*
“Here, take them.”
“Thank you.”
*Subaru blushes and looks away.”
“Tch, whatever, it’s not a big deal.”
But that’s not to say he’ll act like that all day. He’ll blush like crazy and the words will come out almost angrily, but he will compliment you, wish you a happy birthday and tell how much you mean to him. And at night, when you’re just about to fall asleep in his arms, he’ll say “I love you.”
Ruki
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Ruki will make sure the whole day is free for you. No chores and no calling you Livestock (unless you want him to call you Livestock) He’ll buy you a beautiful necklace and will do something special for you, like take you out to dinner and a show or really whatever you wanted. He’ll sit you in his lap and cuddle with you and kiss you.
Kou
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Presents. So many presents. Even if you’re not a fan of presents, he will insist on presents. He’ll shower you with compliments and wish you happy birthday really enthusiastically. He’ll call you “Birthday Kitten” or something along those lines and will take a day off from photoshoots and general idol work. He’ll take you to a nice dinner, maybe a concert, really he’ll do whatever you want!
Yuma
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Instead of throwing you over his shoulders, he’ll pick you up bridal style. He’ll ruffle your hair and wish you a happy birthday. You might still have some gardening to do, but most of the day you’ll be celebrating. He’ll be less rough with you on your birthday. He’ll also tell you how much you mean to him and be verbally more affectionate than normal.
Azusa
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Azusa will wish you a sweet “Happy Birthday Eve.” He’ll either ask beforehand or on your birthday if you have anything you want to do. He’ll literally do anything you want. He’ll give you lots of kisses and will cuddle with you.
Carla
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He doesn’t really get celebrating birthdays, but he’ll do his best to make you happy and give you want. He’ll ask you what you’d like to do or get and tell you how much you mean to him. He will wish you a happy birthday but he still won’t exactly get it.
Shin
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Shin won’t exactly get it either, but he’ll be a lot more open-minded than Carla. He’ll plan something he knows you’ll like and if you’re fond of his wolves he makes sure to include them one way or another. He’ll still have a bit of trouble voicing his affection but he’ll try and physically he’ll be incredibly affectionate.
Kino
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Having had a crap childhood, Kino wants you to really love your birthday. He’ll buy you a present and wish you a happy birthday and ask you what you’d like to do. Like the others, he’ll be very physically affectionate as well as verbally affectionate.
Yui
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Yui might be a bit unsure what to do but she’ll be determined to make sure you enjoy your birthday and she’ll be VERY insistent on that as well. She’ll most likely bake you a cake instead of buying it and will ask you what you want to do. She also may surprise you but her surprise will be something on a smaller scale, like a present rather than a big activity. She’ll also definitely tell you how much she loves you.
#diabolik lovers headcanons#ayato sakamaki#laito sakamaki#kanato sakamaki#sakamaki brothers#shu sakamaki#reiji sakamaki#subaru sakamaki#ruki mukami#kou mukami#yuma mukami#azusa mukami#shin tsukinami#carla tsukinami#yui komori#kino sakamaki#mukami brothers#tsukinami brothers#diaboys#shuu sakamaki#raito sakamaki#mukami yuma#mukami ruki#sakamaki ayato#sakamaki subaru#sakamaki reiji#tsukinami shin#mukami kou#sakamaki shu#sakamaki kanato
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bands | eleven
[ series masterlist ]
summary: jeon jungkook has it all: the looks, the fame, the money, the women. being considered the sexiest man in the industry, he finds no complaints about the way his life is going nor does he find any reason to apologize for the way he approaches it. he is a force to be reckoned with - until he meets you.
pairing: stripper!reader x idol!jjk
genre: (18+) strip club/nightlife au, post grad au | fluff, angst, smut
words: 5.2k
warnings: cussing, mature language/implied sexual content, club scene, alcohol consumption, mentions of intoxication, mentions of dancing at the club, little bit of those insecurities coming back into play, good ol’ phone sex in the hotel room, mutual masturbation, unprotected sex, oral (m. & f. receiving), multiple orgasms, fingering, breast play, doggy style, hair pulling, slight choking, creampie
tags: @brightcolorsoffendme @min-nicoleee @eggbutnotyolk @ra-mun-e @miinoongi @jimidol @ppeachyttae @thebeebi @bluesharksandfish @kooafraid @liriaus @thisartemisnevermisses @ggukkieland @preciouschimine @sunniejinnie @cypheruby @cyb3rbab3 @masterlists101 @awhnamjoon @redhedhoseok @wooya1224 (please message me if you would like to be added to the taglist!)
"Club tonight before we go back home?" Taehyung grips onto Jungkook's shoulders as they walked out of the venue and into their cars that would take them back to the hotel.
"Club?"
"Yeah, come on. Everyone said yes so far! It's been so long since all of us have gone to the club together without it being a special occasion." Jungkook sighs. That statement was true, and he did love being able to hangout with everyone all together. However, he can't lie - he missed you. He barely had time to text or call you this entire trip like he wanted, and he all he wanted was to hear your voice and see your face until he could finally have you physically in his arms again.
"Fuck." Jungkook does a slight head tilt before letting out a small sigh. "Yeah, I'll come along." Taehyung smiles from ear to ear, squeezing his shoulder.
"I'm sure your girl won't mind if we steal you for a little tonight." Jungkook doesn't respond to Tae's statement and simply shakes his head with a small smile. To be honest, the guys were a little surprised to see that whole thing erupt between Jungkook and Bigs. They didn't think he was actually serious about you, the mysterious girl. Jimin, on the other hand, wouldn't dare say a word and simply lent a small chuckle or smile as his participation during their 'lets tease jeongguk' hours. But eventually, it all became a running joke and the boys learned to leave Jungkook alone because as they've learned before, Jungkook does what Jungkook wants.
He gets away with shit.
He cleans himself up and throws on a button up shirt with ripped black jeans and boots, fluffing his hair a bit before he steps back out and meets up with the boys.
[jungkook] 9:49pm: going out with the boys tonight
[y/n] 9:51pm: lol cheer up, have fun party pooper
[jungkook] 9:52pm: fineeeeeeee :( can i call you later?
[y/n] 9:55pm: you can always call me, i just don't know if i'll always pick up :)
[jungkook] 9:57pm: try and stay up please
[y/n] 10:01pm: maybe lol
He slightly smirks to himself. Hopefully you'd stay up, but he was starting to realize you always fell asleep early and that was okay too. He'd just have to wait to see you when he gets back tomorrow.
Once the boys have arrived at the club of choice, security escorts them to their VIP section, the club already packed from wall to wall with people screaming left and right. There's already a few bottle girls, and other girls waiting for them in the VIP from lord knows where, but Jungkook knows he's not trying to mess with any of it tonight. He truly didn't wanna be here, but to keep his boys happy, he decided to tag along and hang out.
"So many beautiful ladies." Jimin swings his arm around his torso and smirks.
"Go get 'em, champ." Jungkook chuckles.
"I would, if they all weren't eyeing you." He shakes his head.
"She's not eyeing me, she's looking at you." He nods towards a pretty, fair-skinned female with long, voluminous black hair. She's definitely eyeing Jimin, biting onto the tip of her finger as she tries to seduce him through her eyes. Her look. "Go." Jungkook slightly pushes him towards her, smiling as he stood back and watched. The rest of the boys were already enjoying themselves, either dancing around alone [aka Min Yoongi and Seokjinnie] or hopping behind girls for a dance.
"Why aren't you dancing with anyone?" Yoongi laughs. "I figured you would be the first to hop on someone."
"I don't feel like it." He takes a sip of his drink, hand dug deep into his pocket.
"You don't feel like it, or you're too busy missing your girlfriend?" Jin joked.
"I don't have a girlfriend!"
"Mhm, sure." Jin laughs. "You could at least reward yourself with a dance." Jungkook shrugs. Technically, he could. It was just a dance, and you still weren't his girlfriend even though he thought of you pretty seriously. But he knew how this would go, and it would get messy quick - especially with the way females nowadays loved to create drama and claim him. He wasn't up for it. And he didn't wanna do anything to hurt you, or disappoint you. The thought alone makes him feel terrible. You were just so pure-hearted, there was no way he could do anything to hurt your feelings.
"Aye!" Jimin comes over and grabs him by the shoulders, swinging him around to face the ladies once more. "That girl I was dancing with is here with her bestfriend."
"And?" Jungkook chuckled. Okay, so? Lol.
"Bro, come on. Just go dance with her and have fun. She's interested in you." He shakes his head, but Jimin is already pushing him over, the force behind his movements stronger than what Jungkook can endure after the day they've had. He clumsily follows along, his lips pursed in a fine line as he approaches Jimin's girl [of the night] and her bestfriend. She had dark brown hair, stood at about 5'7 and wore high waisted shorts and a bralette-type of crop top. She was really trying for some dick tonight. He gives her a small, toothless smile as she beams from ear to ear, shying behind her bestfriend. She was cute, but she was no you, no disrespect.
"This is Yeji!" Her bestfriend exclaims, damn near throwing her right onto Jungkook like her life depended on it. Jungkook places his hands out to support her but brings them back once she's found her footing again. Definitely drunk.
"Hi." She blushes.
"Hey." Jungkook smiles back, sipping on his drink. Jimin is still hanging onto his shoulder, trying his best to egg him on and Jungkook can't help but smile and nod awkwardly at him. He attempts to back away, but Jimin shoves him closer while laughing.
"Have fun!" Jimin flashes him a quick look, confused at what the fuck he was doing right now trying to turn her down like that. But, he instantly flips the switch as he accompanies her bestfriend to the dance floor again.
"Can I get you a drink or something? Water, even?" Jungkook offers to be nice. He can already hear you scolding him in his head - pinching him on the arm and saying that he needs to be nicer to people. But to be honest, he really doesn't know what the fuck to do with her.
"Water's good, I should start sobering up." She giggles as Jungkook nods and pours her a cup of water. He hands it to her and stands beside her, awkwardly eyeing the crowd in front of them. "Hey, I caught your performance today. You looked good! You all looked really good."
"Thanks." He smiles.
"Do you wanna dance for a little?"
"Uh, actually—" Jungkook suddenly feels the both of their bodies press against each other before Jimin's drunk laugh erupts right behind his ear. Jungkook backs away with his hands up, shaking his head.
"Hey come on, if he doesn't wanna dance don't force him." Yoongi says, almost in a scolding manner.
"I'm sorry, I'm just not really in the best dancing mood right now. Pretty tired." He says to Yeji before he gives her an apologetic look and walks over to his hyungs who aren't busy with girls. He's getting more and more annoyed with the way Jimin has been acting lately, but he was trying to keep his cool - careful not to start anything. He knew Jimin wasn't a fan of you with the way he talked about you that one morning before the photoshoot. He loves him, that's his brother for life. But if he wanted to get disrespectful, he didn't have a problem putting him in his place.
Throughout the night, Yeji is sticking to her friend and Jimin, still hoping she could get something started between her and Jungkook, but she doesn't succeed. Jungkook purposely keeps his distance from Jimin and the rest of the girls around them in the VIP section, perfectly content to be staying around Yoongi and Jin.
When they've finally called it a night, Jimin, Taehyung, Namjoon and Hobi are all pretty drunk out of their minds - their asses more than ready to risk it all by sneaking in their girl of choice to their hotel rooms.
"Let me know so Yeji can come too." Jungkook waves his hand to dismiss the statement.
"Nah. I'm good, really, thanks."
"What, all of a sudden you're a goody two shoes for your stripper girlfriend?" Jungkook shoots him a look but brushes it off, blaming it on the alcohol in Jimin's system right now.
"I'm just tired and gonna head to bed, that's it."
"Whatever." Jimin drunkily responds, the four of their drunk asses continuing to be loud as hell in the hallway until they all separate and go off to their own rooms.
"Don't be loud and shit, I want my sleep tonight." Yoongi says before shutting his door.
Finally, peace and quiet.
Jungkook sighs as he looks at his watch, the time nearing 1:30am. He slips out of his clothes, takes a quick shower and gets himself ready for bed before he's shutting off the lights. A hotel bed has never felt so comfortable in his life, but the only thing that was missing was you.
And to be completely honest, he was pretty fucking horny. Having all this pent up sexual frustration just from missing you these past couple of days alone, he couldn't take it. He hopes to god you're awake right now because he's been wanting to hear your voice and hearing your voice alone—
"Jungkook." You say softly on the other line, Jungkook's eyes slightly shutting from the sound of your voice.
Your voice alone was enough to turn him the fuck on.
"You're awake, babygirl."
"Barely." You chuckle. "I'm snuggled into my sheets, but you told me to wait up for you."
"And you actually waited. Thank you, cutie." He smiles to himself. "What'd you do today?"
"Just work my shift at the restaurant, then head home. I don't really do anything outside of work and hangout with Kai, you know this." You chuckle. "How was the club?"
"It was alright." He sighs.
"Did all the pretty ladies get a dance with Jeon Jungkook?"
"Ah, but you're the only pretty lady I know about." He chuckles, making you blush. "But no, I wasn't necessarily in the mood."
"But you're at a club, how could you not be?"
"Too tired. Besides, just wanted to come back here and talk to you. I feel like I haven't gotten to talk to you as much since we've been here."
"It's okay, you need to do what you need to do."
"I can't wait to see you when I get back."
"I can't either."
"You and your pretty face."
"What is up with you? Are you drunk?" You softly laugh.
"No, not really. Why, I can't miss you?"
"Never said that, Jungkook. I miss you, too." You giggled, giving him some affection since it's been a couple of days and you actually missed his presence too.
"Yeah? How much do you miss me, baby?" Your eyes slightly widen cause you can most definitely pick up on his tone, plus the 'baby' pet name made your pussy hop a little. He wanted you, and he knew just the right ways to get to you worked up already.
"A lot."
"Mmm." He hums breathily, causing you to bite your bottom lip. "Are you gonna show me just how much you missed me when I get back?"
"Maybe."
"Maybe, what?" He chuckles deeply. "Tell me, babygirl." He begins to slowly palm himself through his boxers. "How do you want me to show you?" You shut your eyes, the heat quickly building in your core.
"Jungkook." You let out a breathy moan. "What are you trying to do right now?"
"God, I just wanna feel you." He says, completely passing up your question. "I just wanna feel you all around me. Would you like that, my pretty lady? Me all up inside you?" At this point, Jungkook is hard as hell, whipping his hardened member free from its confines. He lets out a breath at how free he feels, finally able to stroke himself nice and slow. He toys with the pre-cum pooling at his tip, using it as some kind of lubricant as he strokes himself up and down, gripping a little tighter towards the base.
"Yes." Your hand slips through your shorts and your panties, gently rubbing at your clit as you listen to Jungkook's deep voice on the other line. You slip your hand a little further down, feeling how wet you already are. You silently whimper to yourself, spreading your wetness in and around your folds, picturing Jungkook doing the work for you.
"Don't be shy, baby. Tell me what you want. Use your words."
"I want you inside of me."
"Inside where?"
"My pussy." He softly groans into the phone, his grip getting tighter by the minute as he fucks himself into his hand.
"Are you touching yourself right now?"
"Yes."
"That's my good girl." He moans with you. "Just wanna fuck you so badly. Show you how special you are to me."
"Jungkook." You whine, as you slip in a finger and quickly fuck yourself with it, the sounds of your wetness echoing in your tiny space. "Fuck I'm so wet for you."
"That's it." He hisses. "Fuck yourself for me until I get back. Can't wait to taste you and fill you up."
"Want you so bad, want you to fuck me so good until I cry." You say, not even realizing the shit you're saying right now as you rub your clit and work your hips in tandem. You begin to whimper a little louder, ready to hurdle off the edge with the pressure you're applying.
"Yeah?" His mouth is agape, barely any noises being released due to the overwhelming sensation that's taking over his body. "Want me to fucking ruin you, baby? Are you ready for that?"
"Always." You moan. "Ahh—Kook, I'm gonna cum."
"Cum all around this dick, sweetheart. It's yours." The words are enough to unravel you, sending you spiraling out of control with the pleasure taking all over your body - inch by inch.
"Oh fuck, Jungkook! Ughhhhhhfffffuck." You groan into the phone as you continue to move your hips into your hand, fingers pressed tightly against your clit.
"Shiiiiiiiit." Jungkook moans as his hips are moving quicker and sloppier, the image of him ramming his cock into you from behind while choking you has him toppling him over the edge. "Mmmmmgod, babygirl."
"The fuck, Jungkook." He chuckles as he regulates his breathing.
"Just miss you, that's all." You hear him stirring in the back, probably cleaning himself up just as you are with yourself. "Stay on the phone with me?" When he does have the time to call you while he's been away, he's always asked for you to stay on the line - facetime or regular call - just so it seems like you're next to him. What you did to deserve this soft Jeon Jungkook, you had no idea. But you were gonna take it and run as far as you could, because fuck. You liked-liked him.
"Okay." You yawn.
"I can still take you out on a date, right?" He yawns shortly after, the domino effect hitting him.
"Of course." You softly chuckle, your eyes getting heavy from all the energy you just spent.
"Okay. I just wanna make sure cause I'm already planning this."
"Planning, huh?"
"Gotta put in the effort." Silence. "Night sweetheart, sleep tight."
"Night." You barely manage to say before you're off into a deep sleep.
You knew Jungkook would be back today, but you weren't sure what time. From the sounds of it, it seemed like it would be really late and you'd have to wait until tomorrow to see him. Which, bums you the fuck out. You just longed for his company and to be in his arms again because it's the safest you've felt in such a long time.
Oh, well.
At least it gave you some time to plan out Kai's birthday gift and celebration cause you still had no fucking idea. He was going to spend majority of the day with his friends at their favorite arcade, but you promised him dinner.
Were you really just going to take him to get Loco Moco from the hawaiian mom and pop shop down the street for his 18th birthday?
What the fuck were you even gonna give him?
You figured you could go shopping for some clothes? Or, check out what new games came out for the playstation that he might be interested in playing. Orrrrr find some comic books and give him--
Knock, knock, knock.
You checked your clock, startled at the heavy knocks coming from your door. It was barely after dinner, the sun still up but preparing to make its way down below the horizon. You had no idea why you suddenly felt nervous and scared, afraid of who you'd see through the peephole. Bigs popped into your head, the goosebumps hitting the surface of your skin. You really hoped it wasn't him trying to cause trouble - or anyone else related for that matter.
You slowly stood up, holding your arms closely against your chest. You tippytoed to check your peephole but it was pitch black, as if someone had been covering it with their finger. Was Kai playing games with you? Did he suddenly get dropped off or take the bus? You didn't have plans with him.
You slowly open a crack, seeing a smiley Jungkook waving at you from behind the door. You swing the door open and latch onto him like a koala, causing him to drop his duffle bag and wrap his arms around you tightly.
"Jungkook, what the fuck! You scared me!" You say into his neck, taking in his scent.
"Why?" He laughs as he gently helps you down and follows you into your apartment.
"It seemed like you weren't gonna be home till late."
"Seemed." He smirked.
"Hey!" You gently push him after you close your door. "How'd you know my door code and which apart—"
"Kai." You both say in unison.
"Ugh, I'm gonna kill him." You whine.
"It's his birthday soon, though. Let him turn 18."
"Ugh, I'm gonna kill him after his birthday." You repeat as you plop back onto your bed, Jungkook dropping his duffle and plopping next to you.
"Cozy place." He says, face down onto your mattress, causing you to run your hand through his fluffy hair.
"It's teeny tiny."
"No, it's perfect. Perfectly sized and cozy." He reassures you as he finally lays on his side to face you.
"Did you just hop off the plane?"
"Sure did."
"Did you eat anything?"
"Yeah, I ate something small on the plane. I'm not that hungry."
"You sure?" You asked, genuinely concerned.
"Mhm." He throws an arm lazily across your legs as he closes his eyes for a quick minute. You continue to run your hand through his hair, a notification on his screen catching your attention.
[unknown number] 6:37pm: hi! this is yeji from the club. :) i hope you don't mind, jimin passed on your number and said we should get into contact.
First of all - Why the fuck does Jungkook have his notifications set so that you can see what the goddamn message is on the lock screen?!
Second - Yeji?
Third - Of course Jimin would have slipped her his number. He hates you for whatever fucking reason.
Another text came in from her but you pulled your eyes away from his phone. This wasn't your business. But let's be real, your heart sank a little knowing he might have been acting up at the club, dancing with hella other girls and getting hella other numbers. It kind of made your insecurities resurface all over again. You weren't his girlfriend though, none of this was exclusive. So, did you really have a right to feel this way?
You brush it off quickly, trying to remind yourself who the hell you were before Jungkook came around [but god, was he making you a softy]. He wasn't exactly yours to claim; however, you were the one he came home to. Technically. Calling you all hot and bothered cause he missed you.
Yes bitch, please.
You're pulled out of your internal battle when Jungkook stirs a little to check his phone, your hand still lightly weaving through his hair as you press your lips together. He reads the notifications, deletes it from the screen and locks his phone again.
"The boys bothering you?" You decide to ask in a way that doesn't yell 'yes I saw her pop up on your phone, sir.'
"Nah. No one important really."
"Oh okay." Bummer. You lowkey expected him to be honest with you, but was that too soon for you? You just through this in your head - this wasn't exclusive.
"Lay with me, pretty lady. Let's watch something."
"You mean finish Gone Girl?" You quickly flip the switch and smirk at him, making him laugh.
"Oh shit, that's right. Not my fault you straddled me." You slightly gasp.
"Not my fault you fucking batted your eyelashes at me, talking about ‘can I tell you something?'" He scrunched his nose and tickled your sides, causing you to yelp and crash your body back down onto the bed. He continues to tickle you until you're begging for him to stop - his body over yours, but he was careful not to put all his weight on you. "Ouch, Jungkook!" You whine.
"You finished making fun of me?"
"You started it!"
"You're so fucking cute, you know that?" He lowers himself down to your lips, pressing them gently against yours. Your hands get tangled within his hair again, pressing him down slightly onto you so you could feel him, feel his warmth. The kiss deepens quick as Jungkook settles himself in between your legs, your tongues at war with each other. He groans into the kiss, his soft, large hands roaming up your shirt and sending sparks throughout your body. "I missed you." He bites your bottom lip and sucks it gently before pulling back. He helps remove the shirt over your head before unhooking your bra in a swift motion and tossing it off to the side.
"I missed you too." You say at a whisper as he grabs both of your breasts and plants kisses along the surface before swirling his tongue around your sensitive, perked buds. He hooks onto your shorts and panties quick, aggressively tugging them down and off.
"So fucking perfect for me." He says, planting kisses along your sides
"I hate it when you do that." You hiss as he begins part your legs wider, pushing your thighs out as he lowers his lips onto your folds. You truly did hate it - you couldn't stand it only because that shit drove you crazy. Someone like Jungkook calling you perfect, god please.
"Hate what, babygirl?"
"Call me perfect like that." You let out a small whimper when you feel his wet tongue glide against your folds, slowly poking in and out of them as he stares at you from between your thighs.
"But you are. Want me to show you?"
"Hmmmm." You whine. "Quit." He slightly chuckles against your pussy, but continues going to work - slipping in two digits and curving them just to tickle you in the right spots. "Ahhhh, Kook please."
"Mhm." He says, picking up the pace with his fingers, allowing your wetness to glaze them. He suddenly removes them from you short after, a small whine leaving your lips at the loss of contact.
"Ohshiiiiiit. You're gonna make me cum." Jungkook begins to run his tongue up and down your pussy once more, his tongue penetrating your entrance ever so slightly before swiping it up to your clit to suck on it. He motorboats into your pussy, his head moving right and left in such a quick pace that you're tugging on his hair and jutting your hips into his mouth. His tongue starts to pet your clit with its tip - the repeated movements enough for you to reach your climax, your thighs almost keeping Jungkook in between until you could bring yourself back down from your high. "Aghhhhohhhmygod!" Jungkook smirks as he sits up, sticking his two fingers into his mouth before releasing himself from his sweats and boxers.
"Fuck, you taste so good." He slightly groans. Your breathing hitches seeing his hardened member, making you drool at the sight. You already feel dizzy imagining him filling you up with that thing, but you knew you wanted take care of him first - make him feel good, make him feel special. Take him, every inch. You crawl over and take his cock into your hands, spitting onto it before you slowly stroke him up and down. "Ohhhhhbabygirl." His words mesh together as he tilts his head back. You lower your lips onto his tip, tasting every single drop of pre-cum pooling at the area before running your tongue down his shaft and taking him. You get about halfway before you swirl your tongue around suck, pulling back with a slight pop. You stroke towards the base as your mouth is doing work on the other half of his cock. Jungkook has his hand in your hair, and you can feel his grip tightening as he slowly moves your head up and down along his cock. "Can you take me? All of me?" You nod. "Yeah? Fucking take it then." He spits out as he lowers you all the way down, keeping his tip against your throat until he feels you gag. "Oh, fuck!"
"Fuck!" You say, tears brimming your eyes, ready to stream your cheeks as you watch the trail of saliva from his tip to your mouth fall.
"You're doing so fucking good." He says as he watches you while guiding you down length, bobbing your head a little rougher and more aggressively this time around. Your saliva is damn near dripping out of your mouth, the entire scene getting sloppier by the minute, but you honestly didn't care. You were so turned on that all you wanted after this was for Jungkook to fuck you crazy hard, until you couldn't take it anymore. You were so fucking attracted to this man. "One more for me, baby." He moans, lowering you down his entire length again, his tip tickling your throat a lot longer than the first time that your tears are actually coming down this time around. You cough when he finally pulls you back, more saliva trailing from the tip to your mouth. "See, so perfect for me. Taking me in so well like your mouth was fucking made for me." He grabs your chin, placing a kiss against your lips before gently pushing you back down onto the bed. "Turn around and get on your knees, sweetheart."
"I want you so bad." You whine, his hand trailing down your back as he positions your ass up and gets your face as close to the mattress as possible.
"Don't you worry, princess. I'll take good care of you." He lines himself up, his dick incredibly wet from you sucking him like your life depended on it. He slides in with ease, the both of you moaning loudly at the feeling - the feeling of warmth, and feeling so fucking full, Jungkook is sure he can feel his tip ready to rearrange your guts in this position. He begins slow, one hand on a hip, while the other is in your hair, making sure your face is deep into the mattress.
"Faster, please!" You plead, Jungkook wasting no time to hammer his cock into your pussy. The sounds are incredibly loud and lewd, and you knew your walls were thin as hell. You were sure your neighbors were definitely having the time of their life listening to you getting destroyed. You cry as he groans, his hands now gripping your hair and tugging you back so that he can slightly see your face with the way he tilts it back.
"Ughhhh, shit babygirl. You feel so good, always so tight for me." He moans as he lets out a couple of breaths from pumping in and out of you so quickly. "Ready for me to make you cry again? That's what you wanted, right?"
"Yes." You say, but he tugs your hair tighter.
"I can't hear you."
"Yeeeees!" You whine. "Yes, fuck, please!"
"Say my name."
"Jungkooook." You moan. "Jungkoook, hmmmmmpfh." Your ass almost feels numb from how hard Jungkook is fucking you right now, but it all leads to the pleasure building up inside of you - pooling right at your core. You were sure you could reach your climax again any moment now, but you were trying your hardest to hold on for as long as you could, enjoying every moment of the pleasure he was bringing you. You didn't want this to be over, even though you could go rounds with him if he wanted to. His hand travels from your hair, down to your neck, gripping just right to choke you and keep your head tilted at an angle. Your yes's are becoming inaudible, moans getting lost in your throat that is feeling constricted from his grip.
"I'm gonna cum, sweetheart. Cum with me." Jungkook says as he thrusts harder, the overwhelming sensation enough to send you into the next dimension. The orgasm ripples through your body, your hand gripping onto his wrist as you tremble and look for support.
"FuckkkkknnnnngJungkook!" You manage to yell. He moans loudly as you feel his cock twitch inside of you, spurts of his cum coating your walls warmly and thickly. He gives you two good slow thrusts before he's slowly pulling out and letting his tip stick the cum back inside of you. "Ahhh, please. Kook." You whimper as you fall onto your bed, tears staining your cheeks once more. He smiles as he picks up his boxers and throws them on, tossing you your panties and his shirt to wear. You slip into them without question, Jungkook coming back onto the bed to lay next to you and caress your body to soothe you.
"You okay?"
"Yeah." You sniff, the aftermath of all the tears you've shed from tonight's fuck session catching up to you.
"Babygirl." He chuckles as he wipes your cheeks and plants a kiss on it. "You need to be careful of what you ask for."
"Shut the hell up and pull up the movie, Jungkook." He laughs, watching you shove your laptop over to him. He pulls up the movie on his Amazon Prime account and snuggles with you under your sheets.
"Sooo, ready for our date?"
"Should I be preparing?" He shrugs.
"Just want you to have a good night with me." His hands are still caressing your sides under his shirt, light kisses being pressed against the nape of your neck. The warmth, and the feeling of his body pressed against yours makes you feel content. Satisfied. Peaceful.
You felt safe. You felt wanted.
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PART 4
Tristan had slapped his menu shut before you could even sit down. He’d been begging you to try a new place in Encino with him, you figured it was a good excuse to get Zoey out of the house and to let Maeve and CeCe duke it out in Shelli and Irv’s backyard instead of yours.
It was all work talk at first, he offered an update on a meeting you missed to drop off Maeve at a friend’s and Zoey sucked down a glass of wine promising to pump and dump before the night ended.
But now your plates were in front of you and you twirled spaghetti around your fork when she asked: “How’s your pool boy?” You stared up at her, unimpressed.
“He’s not my pool boy, and he’s fine.”
Tristan raised his eyebrows across the table. “Would you let Harry Styles be your pool boy?”
“Can we not talk about him like this, please?”
“Oh come on,” Tristan pulled a face. “If you’re not going to sleep with him at least let us fantasize.”
You must have twitched, a quick glance in Zoey’s direction or a quiver of your lip. Zoey leaned in and her voice was serious. “What was that?”
“What? Nothing.”
“What do you mean what was that?” Tristan asked.
“She made a weird face when you said that.”
“No I didn’t,” you defended. “I just don’t like talking about him in public, especially like this.”
“Bullshit,” Zoey laughed, leaned back in her chair. “What are you not telling us? Did you see him shirtless again?”
You let out a breath, wiped at your mouth and wondered if telling them would be the biggest mistake of your life. You couldn’t even get the words out before Zoey leaned in.
“You had sex with him?!” her eyes nearly bugged out of her head, Tristan’s fork clanked against his plate when his jaw dropped open.
You’d made it a whole week, almost. You pushed the thoughts down and brushed them under the metaphorical work rug. The body wash prototypes were in, you were booking models to do a photoshoot, video shoot, everything was getting lined up for the rollout in another few weeks. You didn’t have time to tell them about something silly and stupid and maybe a part of you didn’t want to fill them in because you were afraid they’d burst your bubble. It’ll never work out, what happens when his house is ready, he has a tour to go on.
“Be quiet,” you looked around and worried if anyone had overheard Tristan’s not-so-subtle name drop. “It’s not a big deal, okay? It’s not like it’s gonna be a regular thing.”
Tristan pulled his head back, offended by your words. “You had sex with him and you’re not going to make that a regular thing? Have you seen him?”
“Yes,” you made a face at Tristan. “I have seen him.”
“You are going to hit and quit Harry Styles?” Zoey leaned in and said his name much more quietly now.
“Well,” you dropped their gaze for a second, reluctant to be honest with them in fear of their reaction. “It’s happened once, and then we kissed once but CeCe came down, but she didn’t see anything. I’m just too old to be hooking up with a twenty-four year old.”
“Wait, okay, slow down. When did this happen?” Zoey asked.
“After my birthday dinner,” you shrugged. “We came home, had wine, the girls were out.”
“And when did you make out with him aside from that night?”
“The next night. And we didn’t make out, it was barely even open-mouthed.”
“Ew,” Tristan grimaced.
Zoey snapped to get your attention. “So twenty-four hours after you had sex, you kissed him?”
You made a face at her, unsure where she was going with it. You hadn’t been clocking or documenting your sexual encounters. “I don’t know, probably.”
“This is straight out of a trashy romance book written for middle aged women,” Tristan leaned back in his seat and took a pull from his glass of rosé. “I mean that in, like, a nice way.”
“Okay,” Zoey leaned forward. “So, nothing has happened since a week ago, then?”
“No,” you shook your head quickly. “Just those times. And I don’t think anything should happen again.”
They both groaned at the same time, Zoey’s shoulders sunk and she rolled her eyes. “You deserve to have sex with a hot guy.”
“I never said I didn’t.”
“Even if he’s younger than you.”
“I don’t want to traumatize my children.”
“Well you don’t have to have sex in front of them,” Tristan made a goofy face and you waved him off.
Zoey snorted out a laugh but you ignored their immaturity.
“I mean that having Harry here is already probably confusing for them, right? Their dad leaves, their grandpa dies, now we have some stranger in our house and he’s playing with them in the backyard and--”
“Being more of a dad to them than Luke ever was?”
Zoey’s words brought a sigh out from between your lips. “Exactly.”
“Having a positive male role model is good for them,” Tristan said.
“Sure,” you nodded. “But what about when Harry moves out? He’ll just be another man that will leave them. They’ll be super fucked up.”
Tristan reached forward and took your hand in his. “Hey--it’s more about the fact that they have you and they have other people who love them. Who cares if their idea of a family isn’t the stereotypic, heterosexual norm?”
“I know,” you relented. “I just don’t want them to be poorly adjusted.”
“Okay, that sounds like something an obnoxious prep school guidance counselor would say to you,” Zoey eyed you with skepticism.
You shrugged your shoulders. “It was Maeve’s teacher.”
“Okay, fuck that teacher!” Tristan nodded. “Your kids are adjusting, and that’s because of how good of a mom you are to them. And mommy deserves a pool boy.”
You couldn’t help but laugh, even if his words were worthy of an eye-roll. Zoey tried not to let wine drip from her nose after a snort escaped between sips.
“Not my pool boy!” You giggled.
“Which is good,” Tristan nodded, his tone completely serious. “That would be so cliché even Nora Roberts wouldn’t write it.”
**
Slumber parties always made you anxious. They were one of those things that made you question how on earth people trusted you to watch a group of children when sometimes, you still felt like one yourself.
Maeve’s 11th birthday party was no exception. Five other girls danced around your living room and CeCe sat at the counter while you iced cupcakes. Her little face was scrunched into a pout so intensely that it almost made you giggle.
“You alright?” You asked her, dish towel over your shoulder when she let out another sigh.
“Just wish I could play with them,” she held her palms towards the sky in exasperation, reaching for a container of sprinkles when you let out a laugh.
“You get to go for ice cream with Uncle Jeff, remember? You’re gonna go to the beach, too, I think.”
You’d been trying to bribe her all week: a new tutu, a new doll, anything she wanted just to make her give up and accept the fact that her older sister didn’t want her at her slumber party.
And you couldn’t blame either of them. Of course Maeve didn’t want her younger (and very loud, dramatic, and demanding) younger sister trailing behind all night. But, on the other hand, of course CeCe felt left out when she saw all of the older girls arrive with their sleeping bags and birthday gifts.
She sighed again, your conversation interrupted by a ringing from your cell phone on the counter beside her.
“Uncle Jeff?”
She was right, you reached for the phone and held it up with your shoulder, hoping the laughter from the living room wouldn’t travel it’s way into the speaker.
“Hi--are you here?”
“Y/N, I am so sorry to do this--”
“Oh god, Jeff, no!”
“I just got called into the office because one of my artists apparently just posted some stupid shit on the internet--isn’t there someone else who can hang out with CeCe? Where’s Tristan?”
“I don’t know where he is, but I doubt he’d be thrilled to play dress up or skip through a park.”
“Zoey?”
You could hear traffic through his line, his karma for backing out at the last minute was having to sit on the 405. “She has a ten-week-old infant, Jeffrey.”
“Well where’s Harry? Can’t he pitch in?”
You let out a groan, CeCe had taken to pouring sprinkles into her hand and lapping them up with her tongue.
Harry was upstairs, hiding away from the girl gang currently singing karaoke and sipping on juice boxes. He had the day off and had dipped out in the afternoon to meet a friend for lunch. You tried to mind your own business--he could come and go as he pleased and just because you had slept with him once didn’t give you the right to suddenly start asking questions about his plans.
But the universe pitied you, apparently, because right when you told Jeff you’d figure it out and hung up on him aggressively, Harry pranced down the stairs and headed for the fridge.
“How’s it going down here?” He reached for a juice box, crisp apple, and fumbled with the straw when he turned to face you.
“Everyone is alive and nothing is broken,” you scanned the counter, another batch of cupcakes still in the oven with 10 minutes to go.
With the straw now between his lips, he raised his eyebrows. “Bar’s that low, huh?”
“Well, your friend Jeffrey just bailed on watching CeCe and going for ice cream.”
She was blissfully unaware of the change of plans, still licking sprinkles out of her palm, but now swiveled around on the stool to watch the girls jump around in the other room.
“I can take her,” he shrugged nonchalantly, ran a hand through his hair when you stared at him for a second.
If traffic was Jeff’s karma, Harry must have been yours.
“Are you serious? You wouldn’t mind?”
“Not at all,” he smiled. “CeCe? What do you say we do ice cream and pizza?”
She turned around at the sound of her name, her eyes lit up. “Pepperoni?” She asked.
“Of course,” Harry replied to her like it was a crazy question.
“Is Uncle Jeff coming?”
“He’s not,” You informed her, arms crossed over your chest. “You’re alright to go with Harry?”
You didn’t mean to make it awkward, but mom mode kicked in and you realized CeCe had never spent time alone with Harry except maybe in the backyard.
“Yeah!” She hopped down from the stool and grinned up at him. “Can I get a milkshake?”
Harry looked over to you and when you nodded, he held out his hand. “As many as you want.”
“That’s not what I said,” you called after him, watching as he led her over to the back door. He plucked his keys off the hook on the wall and smiled at you over his shoulder. “Please don’t be out late, text me when you get where you’re going!”
CeCe shouted a bye mommy!!!! before they disappeared into the driveway. A sudden raise in your pulse had you questioning what type of mother lets their 6-year-old get in the car with a pop star who’s probably hounded by paparazzi and maybe even doing cocaine on the weekends.
You picked up your phone and it rang four times before Zoey answered. “I need you to talk me off the ledge.”
“What ledge?”
The timer beeped and you gloved up to retrieve the rest of the cupcakes. “I’m apparently a psychopath because I just let Harry take CeCe for pizza and ice cream.”
You could tell she held back a laugh. “Why does that make you a psychopath?”
“Because he’s a stranger! What if he never comes back with her? What if he gets chased by paparazzi and CeCe is the next Princess Diana?!” The thought shuttered through your bones, a shiver down your spine when Zoey cleared her throat.
“Okay, so, as a mom, I totally get that. But I also think you’re freaking out too much.”
The cupcake tin rattled onto the granite. “How?!”
“He’s not a stranger, he’s been living with you guys for like, over a month now.”
You thought about it for a second. Two weeks turned into a few more, four weeks slipped by easily. What felt like it was going to be a blip on the radar now felt like a totally normal thing: dinners with him as the fourth seat and texts to him in the middle of the day asking if there was anything he was in the mood for.
“I just can’t believe I trust him enough to do that, I guess.”
“Y/N, he’s a good guy,” she laughed. “He likes your kids and he definitely likes you.”
“We’re not going there,” you said. “I have a house full of ten-year-olds and cupcakes to frost.”
“Okay, well, you’re not a psychopath. And there’s nothing wrong with having feelings for him.”
“Zoey! You are starting to sound like the psychopath!”
“I’m alright with that,” laughter through the phone when you told her you had to go. Love you, see you later, pinch Benny’s cheeks for me.
You were swept up in the excitement of the night. Your own pizza was delivered before 8pm, a movie turned on by 9pm. They decorated cupcakes at the dining room table and proceeded to eat more than they could fit in their tummies.
Maeve was in heaven, opened presents when you snapped pictures on your phone. Harry had texted to let you know they’d stop at Shelli and Irv’s before heading home. If CeCe came home in the middle of presents, she’d probably break down right there.
So when you heard the alarm signal a new entry, you hoped CeCe was too tired to argue with you about sleeping in her own room and not in Maeve’s with the rest of them. Your legs were folded beneath you on the couch, noise in the kitchen when Harry rounded the corner with CeCe asleep on his shoulder.
You stood up, eyebrows high when he smirked in your direction. “She’s out cold,” he laughed. “Fell right asleep on the way home.”
“It’s like a ten minute drive from their house,” you said, opening your arms to take her. “Sorry, here.”
“I can bring her up...just lead the way,” he motioned with his head for you to go first up the stairs. He followed you down the hall and to CeCe’s room, pink walls and a plush carpet underneath her twin-sized bed that still seemed too big for her.
He put her down when you flipped on a nightlight, watched when you tugged the duvet over her and kissed her on the forehead. You sighed when you stood up straight beside him, voice quiet. “I’m not waking her up to brush her teeth cause she’ll freak out and want to be included in the party. Am I a bad mom?”
He crossed his arms over his chest, smirked down at you quickly before looking back to her. “You’re a great mom.”
You elbowed him in the ribs playfully. “You have to say that.”
“I do?”
“I’m your landlord,” you laughed, leading him back into the hallway.
“I thought you were my friend?”
A sigh, the darkness a cover for your confusion and your fluttering heart beat. “Yeah, that too.”
He was quiet for a second, if it weren’t for the bedroom of kids down the hall you’d pull him into you despite better judgment. He stared down at you with a dimpled smile, but you took a step back.
“Thanks for taking her, and hanging out with her. You really didn’t have to.”
“I had fun,” he reassured you. “We got a pizza and ate in a park near Westwood Hills, then got ice cream, visited with Shelli and Irv,” he listed it off like it brought him as much joy as it did her.
“Hey, not to be weird or anything, but--how’s your house coming?”
He sensed the shift in the air too, but he didn’t know that it came from a place of fear. A question you had to ask: this was temporary, this wasn’t real, this was just a convenient set up and you couldn’t lose sight of that.
“Oh, yeah--I’m going over on Sunday to see it. Apparently there are still issues with the plumbing that have to be updated. They said it might be a few more weeks.”
“Okay, I just didn’t know.”
“Yeah, is that okay? I can try to find somewhere to stay if you need me out?”
“No,” you said it quickly. “I don’t need you to leave.”
“Okay,” he said, his eyes still on yours. He reached forward to brush a piece of hair behind your ear. “I like staying here with you guys.”
“...I like it too.”
“Mom?” Maeve’s head poked out of her bedroom. “Hayley spilled soda on the carpet!”
He stepped back from you quickly, like his reflexes were getting better each time. You laughed at his sudden movement, “coming!”
He smiled down at you and let out an exaggerated sigh once Maeve’s door was slammed shut and the music was back on, a magnetic pull between your chests that maybe he felt too. “Hayley, Hayley, Hayley.”
But again, a rush of uncertainty and self-doubt made you grateful for the interruption, your stomach weaving itself in knots when you stared at your ceiling fan and hoped that sleep would come.
Work picked up in the next week, Tristan was in your office most days with spreadsheets and graphs and to-do lists that made you feel like you needed a margarita at 2pm. On Wednesday Harry made dinner and CeCe had a meltdown when you forced her to take a bath.
Friday night entailed dinner at Shelli and Irv’s, the girls and Harry and Jeff too. You stood in the kitchen with a glass of wine in hand, Shelli watched as their chef sautéed something through steam. When Jeff pulled Harry away to show him a new guitar Irv had been gifted, you ignored the smile on Shelli’s face.
“How are things going?”
“Fine,” you said, casually and calm and cool. “How are you?”
“Y/N,” she smiled. “Does Jeffrey know?”
“Know what?”
“About you and Harry?”
“No,” you told her quickly. “There’s nothing to know, alright? We were drunk, it was not a big deal.”
“Alright,” she held up a hand, effectively resigning when she sipped her Pinot Grigio, a disappointed sigh before she asked: “How are the girls holding up?”
You sighed, unsure if she’d really drop it. You told her about Maeve’s birthday party and caught her up on the body wash debut. Deadlines were quickly approaching, the launch party was being scheduled and production was full steam ahead.
You almost thought you’d make it through the rest of the night without any drama--no more mention of Harry or the happenings between you. But eventually he and Jeff found their way back to the kitchen and you hoped that no one noticed how close Harry stood to you.
Jeff was in the middle of filling you and Shelli in on Harry’s album plans: they were wrapping up production and soon they’d announce the release date, his excitement cut off by a shout from the backyard.
“Mommy!” CeCe’s voice was shrill and desperate as it rang through the house. She let out a loud sob and when you looked up, you saw her clutching her elbow with a new grass stain on her shirt. She was fine, it was one of those moments where she thought the world was ending but everyone else knew getting knocked over by her sister wouldn’t kill her.
“She’s fine,” Maeve rolled her eyes, a quick look down to CeCe who’s eyes were already filled with tears.
“No I’m not!” she screamed back at her sister.
You looked to Shelli with an exasperated look, set your glass of wine down on the counter. Before you could make any movement, though, Harry’s hand hovered on the small of your back. “I’ll go, enjoy the wine. She’s fine.”
He was right, there was no question that CeCe would survive her scraped elbow and bruised ego. He moved towards the backyard and you were frozen in place when Jeff’s forehead wrinkled.
“What was that?” he asked, eyebrows strung together like tea lights once Harry was out of earshot.
“I don’t know--what do you mean?”
You looked over at Harry, now on the ground in front of CeCe who’s wails were much quieter. She wiped at her wet eyes, a little laugh escaped her lips when Harry brushed the grass off of her elbow and cracked a joke.
“Well, he seems pretty good with them,” Jeff leaned against the counter, the sliding door providing a perfect view as CeCe stood up and raced back towards Maeve.
“Yeah, I mean, he is.”
“He also touched your back in a funny way.”
Shelli raised her eyebrows and sipped at her wine again.
“And now my mom is making a weird face,” Jeff’s eyes narrowed when he looked at you. “Are you--is there, like, something going--”
“No,” you said quickly, a finger pointed at Shelli and another pointed at Jeff. “Do not say anything in front of the girls.”
Shelli stifled a laugh but managed to look incredibly innocent at the same time.
“Oh my god!” Jeff said this with a noise of shock, eyes wide when he looked between you and Shelli, then back out to the yard where Harry laughed with Irv. “Oh my god, and you knew?”
Shelli shrugged her shoulders, a don’t blame me look crossed her face when you took a swig of wine to calm the pounding of your heart.
Jeff had always been protective and caring and like a brother. Not in a weird way, not in the you can’t date my friends way. Just in the sense that he wanted to know who you were hooking up with and he’d been encouraging you relentlessly to stop picking assholes ever since you filed for divorce.
But this was different, this was a friend of his and a client of his. It was someone that his entire family knew and this was probably the worst choice of rebound.
“Please relax,” you said this with a look of warning in his direction. “I will explain to you what your lunatic mother is smirking about but you have about fifteen seconds to wipe the look of shock off your face before he comes back in here.”
“She’s fine,” Harry waved a hand once he was back in the kitchen. “And what look of shock are we wiping off of our faces?” The dimple was there again, the corner of his mouth pulled up and he scanned all three of you for any sort of information.
“Just that you are so good with the girls,” Jeff covered for you, a confident nod when he hoped Harry would believe him.
“That’s surprising to you?” Harry pulled his head back, an obvious look of mock offense. “I’m great with children. They love me.”
Maeve came in from the fading light, out of breath from running around with whatever ball they’d gotten their hands on. “Who loves you?”
“Kids,” Jeff replied for him.
“Oh,” Maeve said. “Yeah.”
“Yeah?” You looked down at her, unsure if she was agreeing or just voicing that she understood.
She shrugged, plucked a chicken skewer from a dish in front of Shelli. “I mean, I like having him around.”
Harry was practically tickled pink. “Thank you, Maeve.” He turned to rub this in Jeff’s face. “See?”
“He cooks well, plays outside with us, definitely funnier than mom,” Maeve kept listing things off, pulling laughter from the rest of the crew.
“Maeve!” You whined. “I’m funny!”
“You’re like, sometimes funny.”
“Sometimes funny is better than never funny,” Harry nodded in your direction, an attempt to soften the blow.
CeCe had wandered in behind her sister, she picked at the scrape on her elbow until you called her attention. “CeCe--do you think mommy’s funny?”
“Mmmm,” the thought on it for a second, put her finger to her chin and scrunched up her nose. “Sort of.”
Jeff let out a big laugh at that, Harry tried to stifle one and you dismissed the jabs. “Okay, well, it’s not like anyone here is a comedian.”
“Harry’s funny,” CeCe said with a smile. “He reads books in silly voices.”
Jeff’s eyebrows shot up at that again, amused and surprised by the fact that Harry was in on the bedtime routine. But it was infrequent, sometimes CeCe would beg for more time outside or another thirty minutes of TV.
If the tears got aggressive or the tantrum became too much, she perked up pretty quickly if Harry offered to read with her. It was way more exciting than reading with you, Maeve had explained.
After showering Harry with compliments, the girls were excited to sit on Shelli and Irv’s patio. Pink lemonade and a delicious dinner, though neither of them would even so much as take a bit of your salad.
They ran around some more while you sipped wine, Jeff and Harry had been talked into a two versus two soccer match and Irv laughed his head off when Maeve actually scored on Jeff. Darkness came and CeCe crawled into your lap, eyelids getting heavy until you buckled her into the backseat.
You’d taken one car, CeCe’s booster seat was too clunky to move over to Harry’s so you drove and felt slightly embarrassed about the crayons and coloring books scattered on the floor of the backseat.
“Mom, can I have another sleepover this weekend?”
“With who?”
“All of the girls from last weekend.”
“Honey, no, that was a big party for your birthday.”
“I’m aware,” she shot back quickly. “But we all had so much fun and we wouldn’t be as loud as we were last time.”
“I said no, Maeve. You can do something with your friends if you want but we’re not doing another sleepover right now.”
You’d been hesitant about it in the first place. A group of ten and eleven-year-olds? With Harry in the house? It felt like a recipe for disaster and aside from a few excited stares when they were first dropped off, you all escaped relatively unscathed.
You worried at first about the whispers from other moms--she’s letting a twenty-four year-old live with her children?--but you soon realized that they were almost more excited about sneaking a glimpse of Harry than their daughters were.
“You’re so annoying,” she quipped from the back. “You never let me do anything fun.”
Harry’s lips twitched up in a tiny smirk, a sideways glance in your direction. You’d already told him how awkward it felt to discipline them with him right there, a glass of wine in the kitchen one night and he teased you about your frustrated mom voice.
“Maeve--don’t be rude. You just had a birthday party and now you want another, basically.”
“No, I want to have the same girls over. It’s not my birthday so it’s not a birthday party.”
A left turn into the driveway. “But you want me to order pizza and make cupcakes and you want to drink a bunch of soda again?”
“Yes.”
You pulled into the garage and cut the engine, turning to look at her. “Maeve, sweetie, I love you. But no.”
She let out a huff and shoved the door open, she typed in the entry code and slammed the door to the house before the rest of you could even climb out.
“The drama,” CeCe shook her head, tired steps towards the house.
“The drama is right,” you told her with a laugh. “Go wash up and I’ll come up in a few, okay?”
She scampered up the steps, you dropped your keys on the counter inside and then turned to look at him. “Do you have a second?”
He nodded, leaned on the counter. “What’s up?”
You didn't know if it was a good idea, but you'd spent enough morning drives to school lecturing about how honest is the best policy, so you figured you'd give it a shot.
“Uh, well--Jeff may or may not be suspicious about you and...me.”
Using the phrase made you nervous, like he’d laugh and think it was stupid. You and me.
“Oh,” he said, eyebrows arched. “Did you--why did that come up?”
“Well you went to handle my crying child, which is--you know--”
He laughed a little, “too boyfriendy of me?”
Your heartbeat picked up in pace, your face felt hot and it suddenly felt like he was watching you too closely.
“No--I don’t know--you touched my back and he just asked what was happening.”
He deflated at that, hung his head low for a second and then looked up. “Oh, I--uh--I’m really sorry, I hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable.”
“No!” You felt bad, that wasn’t the message you were trying to convey. If anything, you wanted to give him the out and the okay that he didn’t have to do this. He didn’t have to step into your family like some hero for you or your daughters. “You didn’t make me uncomfortable, I just--I don’t know where you are at, I guess.”
“And now Jeff is asking questions,” he laughed, a nod like he knew where you were going with it.
There was no label necessary. It wasn’t that type of thing, you knew that. “That’s what you walked in on after CeCe got hurt.”
Another nod, like the puzzle pieces were fitting into place. “Right. Got it. Was he--how did he seem? Did you tell him that we--”
“He put it together,” you cut him off, again careful of the words used around the girls even though they were upstairs and--by the sound of it--bickering in the bathroom. “But he was fine with it. I just think we need to be careful, you know. The girls...and this is temporary, and--”
“Absolutely.”
“So, you know, just--”
“Yeah.”
An awkward silence. “I should go tuck them in.” You turned on your feet and headed for the stairs before he could reply, desperate to get out of the situation out of fear of having to find more words to string together in a messy jumble of emotions.
Another slammed door from Maeve when you reached the top of the stairs. You knocked twice. “Can I come in, please?”
“No!”
“Maeve,” you leaned against the doorframe. Harry came up and offered an awkward smile. “Please let me talk to you.”
“I’m not talking to you!” She shouted.
Harry came over and knocked. “Maeve? It’s Harry--can I come in?”
Silence for a second, her footsteps were audible on the wood floor. The door opened a crack, she peered out with narrowed eyes. “Fine--but not her.”
You looked over at Harry, unsure of his game plan but also fed up with the theatrics and the overreaction. He shrugged his shoulders half-apologetically, a smirk in your direction before he slipped into the room.
Did you stay and listen? Was it weird? What would he even say to her?
You decided against it, headed for your own bedroom and tugged on pajamas after you flicked on CeCe’s night light and kissed her goodnight. At least only one of them was being dramatic today.
Five minutes passed, then ten. You tried not to look at the clock and focused instead on a book Zoey had told you was a must read.
Eventually there was a knock on your door, Harry pushed it open and smiled. “Do you want some intel?”
“Duh,” you said. “Come in.”
He walked forward and sat on your bed, a sigh when he brought his eyes to yours again. “Well, she said you’re annoying again.”
“Of course.”
“She’s just grumpy. Said Hayley wanted to have a sleepover this weekend because it would be better at her house.”
“Ah,” you nodded. “Some 5th grade rivalry.”
“Classic, really.”
You laughed. “Was she okay talking to you?”
“Yeah,” he nodded, eyebrows low on his forehead. “Opened right up.”
“Well, we do know she likes you more.”
He rolled his eyes. “She just likes that I’m not you.”
“Feels like that’s the same thing.”
Quiet for a moment when he angled towards you, scanned your face with his eyes.
“I guess I’ll go say goodnight.”
“Oh, I tucked her in.”
Your mouth tugged into a smirk. “You what?”
“She said she didn’t want you to come in.”
“So you tucked her in?”
He let out a laugh, explained the process like it should have been obvious. “Yeah--pulled up the blanket. Patted her on the head. She said she brushed her teeth.”
You leaned back against the headboard, the same buzzing feeling in your chest took flight when he asked: “why is it so shocking to everyone that I’m good with them?”
It slipped out before you could think of the possible consequences. “Because you’re young.”
“I’m not that young.”
“And Luke was just--not like that. He was pretty disinterested after CeCe was born.” You hoped this was enough of a redirection.
“You’re really caught up on my age, aren’t you?”
“No.”
He raised his eyebrows and offered a look that said: bullshit. When he didn’t speak, you cracked a joke.
“Or...you are not hung up enough on how old I am.”
“Why should I care how old you are?”
“Cause you’ve had sex with me and you’re living in my house.”
“Both of those things I am aware of. And feel really good about both of them.”
You let out a laugh at his nonchalance, folded your arms over your chest when he stood up. “You’re something else.”
“I’m not,” you disagreed.
“I think you are,” he nodded, leaned closer to you and offered a challenging glare. His hair was messy, he’d been running around in the backyard with them at Shelli and Irv’s, a few glasses of wine in him seemed to loosen him right up to the point that he was ready to slide tackle your six-year-old.
He watched you for a second, almost like he was waiting for you to stop him. You didn’t, though, you wanted him to kiss you just as much as it looked like he wanted to close to the distance between your chests.
Instead of telling him you shouldn’t, instead of telling him that the girls were down the hall and this was risky, you pulled him on top of you, tugged him by the t-shirt until he flopped down on your bed with a laugh against your lips.
He lifted himself up after a clumsy moment, looked down at you and smirked.
“What?” You asked playfully.
“I don’t know if I’ve ever been so turned on by someone in my whole life.”
His words circled around you, pulled your body up to melt into his when his hand cupped your face. He laced his fingers through the hair along your neck, the warmth from his body made your pulse rise with each second.
“Are you sure you’re okay with this when they’re home?”
If the dimples on his cheeks weren’t enough, if the way his tattoos littered his skin wasn’t enough, if the look in his eyes right now on top of you was not enough to create a full-on mom fantasy in your head, the way he talked about your daughters was.
“Yeah,” you tugged him back against your mouth, felt the way your hips tilted against his without any thought. His hands moved to your wrists, holding them in place when he trailed his lips down your jaw, down your neck, pressing kisses in a line along your collarbone.
His hands were warm when they grazed your hips, connecting with skin beneath the fabric of your shirt. You grasped for the hem of his and tugged it over his head in a quick motion, eager to reconnect and feel his skin against yours.
He tasted like wine and smelled like summer, yanked your panties down to your ankles and used his fingers to pull quiet gasps from you like no one had ever before. He held onto your headboard and thrusted into you after you begged: please, please fuck me.
S’probably my favorite thing to do, he said.
The lights were long off and when your heart beats settled and you wiped sweat from your forehead, he laced his fingers between yours.
“Does Jeff want to kill me?”
“No,” you giggled, turned on your side to get a better look at him. The moon through the window illuminated his nose, his eyebrows, the specks of light green in his eyes as they devoured you. “But I’m sure you’ll get a talking to.”
“Should I not talk to him about it?”
You knew what he was asking, you knew he really meant what am I supposed to tell him? What does this mean?
You didn’t have an answer. You didn’t know what he should say or how you should address any of this, because at the end of the day you were a mom and a business owner and he was eight years your junior. He had an album to finish and tour and you knew how that worked.
You watched your dad’s busy lifestyle pull his marriage apart at the seams. Late nights, dinner parties, too much coke in the 80s before you were born and all of those signs pointed in one direction: this would never last.
It couldn’t last, nothing about the equation made sense. Harry + you = fling, rebound, a hook up or friends with benefits type situation that would eventually fade into a memory when he went on tour or when he got the call: your house is finished!
You didn’t have to answer him, though, the pattering of feet in the hallway as a little voice shouted mommy! had you shoving Harry out of bed and onto the floor with a thud before CeCe could push the double doors open.
“Mommy! I had a bad dream!”
“Hi, honey, oh, it’s okay,” you were upright in bed and welcoming her into your arms when Harry grimaced in the dark.
He mouthed a few swear words as you held CeCe, squishing her face into your shoulder to keep her eyes from landing on Harry. You gestured at him wildly with your free hand, ordering him to duck down and remain unseen.
“It was just a dream,” you told her, “you’re okay. Do you want me to walk you back to bed?”
“No,” she cried out quickly. “Can I sleep here?”
You hesitated, then nodded and looked at Harry in the dark. “Of course, yes, you can fall asleep here and then I’ll bring you back to your room.”
“Okay,” she said, the steadiness of her voice returning when she crawled out of your lap and to the spot where Harry had just been. She tugged at the comforters, pushed the pillow in different directions before she let her head rest atop it.
She let out a sigh, her eyelashes fluttered against her cheeks and soon enough Harry poked his head up to look at you with wide eyes as you rubbed CeCe’s back.
You held up a finger to your mouth, gave him a threatening glare when he bit back a laugh. You rolled your eyes--it wasn’t funny. She almost walked in on the two of you and while she’d already endured some traumatic things this year, seeing her mom hooking up with the pop star from down the hall would be sure to take the cake.
When Harry caught your gaze again, you smirked, he giggled, clamped a hand over his mouth and watched you for a second.
“Be quiet!”
“You’re the one talking,” he laughed.
“Well she’s asleep now, but we can’t bring her back yet or she’ll wake up.”
“How long do we have to sit like this?”
“A while,” you told him with certainty. “This is called parenting.”
But he did, he sat on the floor on the side of the bed, watched you watch her and eventually, he picked her up from the mattress and followed you down the hall to her room. She softened into him, head on his shoulder and arms around his neck. The sight of it made you want to replay the earlier scene in your head over and over.
She didn’t stir, a few heavy sighs when you pulled the comforter back up to her shoulders, and once the door was shut behind you both, you smirked up at him.
“I think you should go back to your room.”
“Really? After all of that?”
“After almost getting caught by my six-year-old? Yes.”
He laughed and rolled his eyes playfully, crossed his arms over his chest. “Fine, but maybe we can do that again at some point and have it end differently.”
You nodded. “I think that sounds doable.”
He leaned forward, kissed you quickly, and then turned to head for his own room. “Goodnight, Y/N.”
“Goodnight, Harry.”
**
Harry came home from his house tour with good and bad news. The plumbing was fixed, which sped up their timeline, and yet the painters and interior decorator had gotten behind because of it, pushing the timeline out a few weeks.
You weren’t sure which part was good and which part was bad, because by now you were having trouble imagining what your house would feel like without him in it.
You got the news when he strolled in, athletic shorts and a baseball hat on his head when Jeff clapped him on the back. “Fancy seeing you here.”
Harry eyed him suspiciously, reached into the fridge for a juice box. “I live here…”
“Oh, I know you live here.”
“Hello, hi,” you waved at Jeff. “Please do not be weird.”
“That’s all he knows how to be,” Harry offered you a fake-apologetic look.
“That’s all he knows how to be,” Jeff mocked him. “Actually, I know how to be cool and not weird about the fact that my childhood best friend and my adult best friend-slash-artist are now, you know, involved.”
Your stomach did a somersault at his wording, a quick look in Harry’s direction, sure that he would deny the accusation or play it all down.
You found it hard to believe that Harry would be in support of labeling this as anything. Why on earth would a guy like him want to be tied to you with any sort of label or phrasing or word?
“Moving on,” Harry said with a nod. “Are we down to meet up with Tom and Sam tomorrow?”
“Yeah, and we have to do that phone call on Tuesday to go over tour dates.”
Maeve ran in then, a smile on her face when she looked up at Harry. “I have something to tell you.”
“Yeah?”
“I learned a new chord on the guitar. By myself.”
“You did?” He acted way more excited about it than he likely was.
Jeff smiled and then told Maeve: “If you learn enough chords maybe you can be his guitarist.”
“Really?!” She beamed.
“No,” you shook your head.
“Of course you would say that.”
“Maeve--you’re a kid, you can’t go on tour.”
“She’s right,” Harry said with a sweet smile, “You’re a bit too young for life on the road.”
“I’m eleven now, though!”
“I know! And very mature for eleven,” he complimented. “I’ll tell you what. You can for sure come visit and come back stage and maybe even bring a friend if your mother lets you.”
She looked to you quickly, excitement in her eyes when they all waited for your response. “Yeah--we can go at some point...see a show or something.”
“Hayley is going to die, oh my god!” She squealed with delight and then moved to sit at a stool beside Jeff.
He had half a sandwich on a plate, one he picked up on his way over for a boring Sunday afternoon of lounging by the pool. Maeve reached for a chip from the bag in front of him.
“By the way, mom, she invited me over Wednesday after school to work on a project, so can you bring me?”
“I have to bring CeCe to dance, sweetie.”
“Well I need you to bring me to the store to get supplies for this stupid poster-board thing we have to make! And Hayley’s mom said she had a question about Luna--something about a moisturizer or something.”
“I can take CeCe to dance,” Harry shrugged, almost like an onlooker in the room. “S’not a big a deal.”
“Are you sure?”
Jeff and Maeve crunched on chips between you, watching the exchange.
“Yeah,” he said. “I’ll just need to put her booster seat in my car.”
“And bring her a snack for after--she’s always cranky and hungry.”
He laughed, “I can manage that.”
“What would we do without you, Harry?” Maeve asked, a smile on her face.
Jeff put his chin in his hands, teasing. “Yeah, what would we do without you?”
“No one would get anywhere, people would seriously be missing out on my chicken tacos, and this house would be a lot less fun to live in.”
Maeve nodded in agreement, another chip stolen from Jeff. “True, true, and true.”
A few nights later it dawned on you that Maeve and Harry were as close as ever, spending evenings in your dad’s old office while Maeve tried to wrap her arms around a guitar long enough to strum a few chords.
CeCe didn’t seem to feel too left out, she was more than happy to be an audience for Maeve when she’d come running into the living room: Harry taught me a G chord!
On Tuesday night after school it was CeCe’s idea to go for pizza, she chirped about it in the backseat the entire way home, and after learning that the body wash production was behind schedule, you weren’t in the mood to cook.
You took Harry’s car--showed him how to strap the booster seat in and make sure it wouldn’t budge. He wore a hat and sunglasses which both girls found hilarious, but to you it was almost disheartening. What did it mean for him to be seen out with your family?
He sat beside CeCe and cut her pizza into tiny bites so it would cool off, Maeve sipped Mountain Dew from a straw and filled you in on the latest with Hayley. This week was going well, though Hayley said something annoying in the cafeteria.
It felt normal, not weird for him to be sitting across from you, his feet against yours beneath the table and a smirk in your direction every once in a while.
Both Tristan and Zoey had been dying to hear more details. It slipped out one day in the office that okay...maybe it wasn’t just a one time thing, and now the group chat you had with them was blowing up every day.
They were excited for you, rooting for your comeback and rebound and eager for you to just admit that there was something there. But you weren’t able to do that, especially not when everything in your heart wanted to.
By the time you’d all finished eating, he dipped out the back to pull the car around front. You pointed at Maeve and told her to watch CeCe while you went up to the counter to pay for the pizza.
The woman behind the register smiled when you approached. Long acrylic nails, wrinkles at the corner of her eyes made it obvious that she could have been your mother.
“We had one large plain and one small with pepperoni,” you told her.
“Oh, you’re all set, sweetie, your boyfriend paid on his way out.”
Your head pulled back in surprise. “Oh--he’s--we’re not,”
She let out a laugh at your hesitance. “He was just as taken back when I told him he had a beautiful family--said they're not his, though."
You forced a laugh, if only to match the humor in her voice when you turned on your heels to head back to your booth. The thoughts started spinning when Maeve and CeCe climbed into the back of Harry’s car.
He smiled at you when you slid in, patted you on the thigh before he turned around to make sure both girls were settled--Maeve clicked CeCe’s buckle into place and then he put the car into gear.
Sleeping with Harry was mostly meaningless, right? He was attractive and living in your house and clearly you both got something out of it. Convenient, easy, fun. Most of your brain had you convinced that there’d never be any more to it. There was no way that Harry would be interested in sticking around: two kids, a business to run. You didn’t exactly come with no strings attached.
And he corrected the woman too--not my kids, not my family, not my wife, not my anything. Had she settled on the next step down when she called him your boyfriend, or had he offered the label to avoid an awkward encounter?
It felt immature, your heart beating with urgency as you thought about it the whole way home, beads of sweat along your hairline and not from the warm weather. He sensed it, eyed you from behind his sunglasses when he parked in the driveway. Maeve and CeCe raced to the backyard, leaving the two of you alone.
“Everything alright?”
“Yeah, all good,” you offered a small smile, the same response you gave to one of the girls if they caught you on a bad day.
He followed you inside, kept his eyes trained on you when you dropped your purse on the counter. “What?”
“You seem off.”
“I’m fine,” you lied again. What were you supposed to say? The woman behind the register at the pizza place is making me question the relationship we have and what it means?
You weren’t 17. You were 32. He was 24. All of these numbers swirled in your head when he took a few steps closer to you, eyes out the window quickly to make sure neither of the girls were watching you through the sliding doors.
He pushed a piece of hair behind your ear, lips turned down when he looked over your face. “You can talk to me, you know.”
“I know,” you caught his wrist and held on for a second, like if you let go he’d disappear and take everything between the two of you with him. You closed your eyes, knew better but still said: “the woman behind the counter called you my boyfriend.”
He let out a laugh, unaware that your words were actually a confession. “She called you my wife, said the girls were cute. I told her I couldn’t take credit.”
“Yeah,” you forced another smile.
“Is that--are you, did that bother you?”
“No,” you shook your head. “I just didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable.”
“I’m not,” he said, eyes still on you like he wasn’t quite sure where your head was at. He pressed a confusing kiss to your forehead but then said something about calling his sister. You checked work emails and night faded into morning like it always did, no matter how uncertain life was, you always had that.
The next afternoon you brought Maeve to Hayley’s, dropped her off with glue sticks and markers and a plethora of project supplies. A yoga class after that, had her home and with dinner on the stove by 6pm.
Eventually, CeCe burst through the door with a smile on her face. Her pink tutu was around her waist, her legs clad in light pink tights and her hair in a messy ponytail on top of her head. “I had the greatest time at ballet!”
You turned around in the kitchen, eager to hear about her day. “You did?”
“I did,” she nodded confidently. Harry came in the front door behind her, sunglasses on his face and CeCe’s unicorn backpack in hand. Maeve was sat at the counter with a pencil, growing angrier with fractions by the minute.
“Why’s that?”
“We danced to a fun song, and we played a fun game, and everyone loved Harry!”
Your eyebrows rose at that, eyes caught his when he lifted the sunglasses. “They did?”
“Moms, not the six-year-olds.”
This caught Maeve’s attention--she sounded almost disgusted. “Moms?”
“I guess ballet pick-up is typically a mom thing?”
You shrugged. “I mean--I don’t see a lot of dads there, so yeah.”
CeCe shimmied out of her tutu and then climbed up to a stool beside Maeve. Harry walked to hang her backpack on a hook by the backdoor, you questioned if it was even worth asking.
“Were they, like, hitting on you?”
“I mean, not really.”
“Not really?”
He walked over to the island and leaned on it, the dimple in his left cheek let you know he liked the hint of jealousy in your voice. “Maybe a little.”
Dinner simmered on the stove, evening sun brought a glow to the kitchen that made his eyes even more green than usual. When you didn’t reply he broke your gaze, let out a sigh and said: “I’m going to shower before dinner, yeah?”
“Sounds good,” you nodded quickly, embarrassed by the silliness of your question. Of course the moms were hitting on him, of course they were intrigued by his presence and of course they couldn’t help but say hi or even ask for a photo. It shouldn’t have surprised you in the slightest.
He was up the stairs and out of sight quickly, CeCe picked up an extra pencil of Maeve’s and started doodling on her agenda book. You pushed sautéed veggies around in a frying pan and pretended that all of this was normal.
“Hey mom?”
“Yeah?”
“Do you like Harry?”
You turned around quickly, Maeve’s eyes were inquisitive but not judgmental.
“Do I like Harry? Of course--he’s nice.”
“No, I mean do you like like Harry?”
CeCe didn’t seem too interested in your answer, she hummed to herself and kicked her feet back and forth. Maeve, though, waited patiently while you tried to piece together words that wouldn’t make the roof blow off of your house.
“Harry and I are friends, sweetie.”
“You’re not answering my question.”
You let out a forced laugh. “What is making you ask this?”
“You seemed jealous about the other moms.”
“I wasn’t jealous,” you defended. Were you really about to get into it with your eleven-year-old? Would you really defend yourself and make this the hill on which you'd die?
She watched you for a second, looked back down at the worksheet in front of her. “You seemed jealous.”
You were thankful for the fact that she wasn’t making any eye contact now. You let out a sigh and decided that not responding was your best option. Adrenaline coursed through your veins, had it been that obvious? Was she old enough to pick up on the undertones of your relationship?
You turned back to the stove, watched the vegetables sizzle in the pan as your mind started to cave in on itself. All of this was getting out of control, right? First the woman yesterday and the dizziness that overtook you when she said the word boyfriend. Now Maeve sitting at the counter with a curiosity in her that you couldn’t really blame her for.
The doorbell rang, CeCe’s head popped up in excitement. “Who is that?!”
“I don’t know,” you said. She hopped off her stool and took off the door as you followed behind her. You hadn’t planned on a visit from Jeff, maybe Tristan needed last minute approval on a product.
But when CeCe yanked the door open with both hands and an excited smile on her face, you didn’t expect to see Luke, hands in his pockets and eyebrows raised high.
“Daddy!”
“Hi sweetie,” he knelt down on one knee, wrapped his arms around her when Maeve made a noise of excitement before rushing over. She crashed into him, pushing her way into their hug.
“What are you doing here?” she asked excitedly.
“I wanted to visit, I was in the neighborhood,” he said with a shrug, eyes glancing up to you.
It was bullshit, he’d always been good at talking his way out of things or coming up with an explanation, smile sweet and words even sweeter. He backed away from them when they let go, stood back up and smiled at you, a quick nod in greeting.
“How’ve you been?”
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Fool For You: A Love Story in Four Acts
Part Four
Rating: M for EXPLICIT SMUT and language 18+ MINORS DNI
Pairing: Daveed Diggs x Black!Reader
Summary: After an encounter on the rooftop, Reader can’t seem to get away from Daveed, but now does she even want to?
Word Count: 3.9K
AN: A special shout out to @nikole-witha-k your comments on this miniseries kept me going. I was so close to deleting this after the first part but seeing you like and reblog made my day and made me keep writing. So, I really hope you enjoy the conclusion to this series. Thank you for every like, reblog, and comment it does not go unnoticed!! I truly truly appreciate it.😊😊❤💕💖💜
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“Now, a word from our new Creative Director of Muse magazine,” You stepped up to the microphone and you feel the nerves getting worse and worse. Having expectant eyes on you made your throat close up, you searched the crowd for Tai but the lights shining in you made it impossible to see anyone’s faces in the crowd. You looked to your left and saw Daveed giving you a gentle smile, he motioned for you to breathe in and out. You mimicked him and faced the audience once more.
“I had the privilege to direct Daveed’s photoshoot and he was the best person to shoot for. I’ve known Mr. Diggs, since his days on Hamilton, I’ve had the privilege to see both his first and last Broadway performance before he moved to do such amazing things like Blindspotting and now he’s a two-time Oscar-nominated actor. For the first time, here’s the cover of the April issue of Muse Magazine.” The white sheet that was covering the magazine dropped and there was Daveed. Applause roared throughout the room. Daveed joined you on stage and for the first since, in five years, he reached out to hug you, but you expertly moved out of his reach and stood on the other side of Shanita. You flashed a phony smile and applauded with the rest of the guests as they finally got to see the photos of Daveed but he knew you and he knew that deep down you were still pissed off at him.
“Thank you everyone for coming to our first magazine reveal event. Please enjoy yourself and dessert will be served momentarily.” Shanita announced
Returning back to your seat, Tai and Jasmine both smiled widely at you
“The cover looks great, Y/N,”
“Thanks, Tai.”
“I’m sorry, is this seat taken?” You looked up and were completely surprised to see Eric standing behind you.
“I thought you said, you couldn’t make it.”
“I was able to pull some strings. I couldn’t miss supporting my girl on her big night.” Eric took the seat next to you and you shared a quick kiss. Looking across the table you noticed Daveed’s whole demeanor changed
“So, this is Eric?” Tai questioned
“Yes, Eric, this is Tai, Tai this is Eric.”
“I guess I should thank you,” Eric joked
“You gonna introduce your guest to the table?” Daveed asked from across the table. You shot him an unamused look before clearing your throat.
“Everyone, this is Eric, he’s my…”You trailed off not really knowing what to say, you weren’t a couple but you’re not casually dating either.
“He’s my boyfriend,” You said smiling at Eric, he returned the smile and brought your hand for a kiss.
“Would you all like to try dessert?” The waiter said to the table
“Yes, please.” Jasmine answered wanting to cut the tension at the table
“Alright, we have a peanut butter cupcake with a bristle on top, pink champagne cupcake, and a strawberry lemon tart.” Everyone told the waiter what they wanted to eat and when he reached you and Eric only the peanut butter and champagne cupcakes were left.
“I’ll take the peanut butter cupcake,” Eric said everyone including looked at him like he had two heads. Noticing this he returned the same look.
“What?”
“Y/N got allergies bro. She can’t even smell nuts.” Daveed said not looking up from his dessert.
“Oh shit, babe. I’m sorry I didn’t know.”
“It’s okay, can I get a nut-free dessert that’s prepared somewhere else, thank you,” you addressed the waiter before turning your attention back to Eric. “Remember I told you.”
“You didn’t tell me,”
“I did, that story when I said my eye got all puffy because I had rubbed almond perfume on my eye by mistake after watching her dog.” Eric chuckled nervously,
“I would’ve remembered that, it may have slipped my mind.”
“Nigga out here forgetting allergies and shit,” Daveed mumbled
“Fuck around and kill the girl, motherfuckers be like ‘Oh shit, I forgot she allergic to nuts.’” Rafa joked, you glared at the two friends not amused, they avoided your gaze like two children who were scolded by a teacher.
“So, what do you do, Eric?” Jasmine asked wanting to change the subject “I’m sorry, I just blurted out a question, I’m Jasmine by the way.”
“Nice to meet you, I’m an executive chef at a restaurant here in LA. My dream is to have my own one day, how do you know Y/N?”
“I, uh, I met her about five years ago. I was in Hamilton too,”
“Too?”
"Oak, Diggs, and I were all in Hamilton. That’s how we met Y/N.”
“You didn’t tell me you were in a show,”
“I wasn’t, I had a friend that was in it and I would sometimes chill backstage.” You said hoping that this party would come to end but based on the DJ and guests flocking to the dance floor the end of this event was extremely far off. Needing to get away from the table you abruptly stood up, catching everyone off guard.
“Where you going?” Eric asked standing up
“I need some air.” You answered assuringly placing your hand on his shoulder.
“I’ll be back.”
You stepped out onto the rooftop terrace, the air cooling down your skin. The party was taking place in a penthouse event-type hall, even with the nighttime LA skyline being one of the best views of this party, you seemed to be the only person outside enjoying it.
“Y/N,” You held back the urge to let out an annoyed groan.
“Daveed, what do you want?” You demanded
“I want to talk,” You scoffed as you turned around to face the man that left you in New York like you were some groupie.
“Now you want to talk, you’re about five years too late. Excuse me,” You tried to push past him but he was blocking you keeping you against the railing on the balcony.
“Daveed, get the hell out of my way.”
“Just give me five minutes, please. Let me say what I have to say and then I’ll let you go.”
“You have two,”
“Look, you have every right to hate me after I what I did, I hate me—”
“Nah nigga, you don’t get to do that self-pity shit, if you wanna talk to me, you need to be honest. No bull shit,”
“No bull shit?”
“Dead ass, say whatever you need to say.”
“I fucked up, I thought I was doing the right thing by not telling you and leaving.”
“Why would you make that decision for me? Daveed, I knew what I was getting into when I started dating you. I knew that you wouldn’t be in New York forever.”
“I didn’t want to make you choose your job or be with me. I know what you would’ve said—”
“No, you don’t Daveed, because you didn’t give me a choice. We could’ve made the long-distance work. You made that choice for me, and it was selfish as fuck and you didn’t fucking say goodbye when you left, jackass.” You emphasized, pushing him away from you “If you actually came to me, I would’ve told you that I was looking for jobs in LA. I know what I signed up for and you didn’t even give me a chance.”
You started to walk away from him when he pulled you into an embrace. Before you could back away you found yourself returning the hug. For a moment, just a moment, you let yourself sink into the embrace. Missing the connection you once had. Then you remembered where you were, you remembered what he did and how it made you feel. You backed away from the hug, and the look on your face shattered Daveed, he could see the hurt that was still there. A hurt that he caused and he’s not sure if you would ever forgive him, honestly a small part of him didn’t want you to.
“Please, I still love you, Y/N. Can we just start over? I’m so sorry.”
“Daveed, I fell—I was falling in love with you and you tore my heart out. I can’t let that happen again.”
“It won’t happen again, I know I made a mistake, please Y/N. I can’t stop thinking about you. Please,” Daveed had grabbed your hands and looking deep into your eyes, pleadingly. You felt your eyes start to water as you looked at the man who at one time all he had to do was smile and butterflies would form within you. You would be lying if you said that you don’t have feelings for him. Your faces moved closer and closer to one another until you met in a kiss. That’s when you felt it, the connection that you’ve been longing for and missing. You know Daveed felt it too, he pulled you closer to him, if that was even possible. His hands rummaging up and down your body, your hands found their way into his curls, and you tugged on it slightly. Daveed’s hands made their way to your ass and squeezed, emitting a moan from you, he took the opportunity to place his tongue in your mouth. The kiss grew more and more passionate, almost desperate. You’ve been missing his touch, you’d be lying if you said that you haven’t used your vibrator more often since seeing him at the photoshoot. Your hands made their way to his belt, fumbling as you tried to undo his pants. You finally broke the kiss so you could see what you were doing. The sounds of the party continuing inside not falling on deaf ears. You looked at each other, he searched your face for any hesitation as to what you were about to do next.
“Condom?”
“Pill,” That’s all he needed to hear before he roughly turned you around so you were bent over the balcony. He pulled your dress up and moaned loudly seeing your lace black thong. He massaged your ass before spanking you, making you moan aloud.
“Fuck!” You whispered
“You don’t have to be quiet; no one can hear you out here.” In one go, Daveed thrust into you, and you gasped at the stretch, you’ve had sex with people since you and Daveed broke up, but they’ve never filled you like Daveed did.
“That corny ass nigga inside fuck you like this?” Daveed asked while he fucked you against the balcony, the sound of your bodies meeting almost drowned out by the music inside. You didn’t answer, Daveed pulled out almost completely until it was just the tip, you pushed back against him but he held your hips still.
“I asked you a question,”
“Daveed, fuck, please.” You begged
“Answer me, does he fuck you like this?” He slowly pushed his dick inside you inch by inch
“No,” You breathed, loving the way he fits inside you
“Who’s fucking you?” Daveed started to pick up the pace again
“You, Daveed” Daveed slapped your ass again, harder this time
“Who?”
“Shit, you are Daddy!” You cried out, you gripped onto the railing while Daveed fucked you. This all felt so surreal, you and your ex having sex on a rooftop balcony felt like some fantasy out of a romance novel, but unlike your fantasies, you couldn’t wake up from this and even if you could, you didn’t want to. Daveed grabbed your neck and pulled your body up so his mouth was next to your ear
“You gonna cum on my dick?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Play with your clit,” You blindly reached down and start rubbing quick little circles on your clit
“Fuck, Daddy I’m cuming!” You moaned
“I’m cuming too, shit!” You came together Daveed kept fucking you through your orgasm which caused a second orgasm. You felt him pull out, whining at the sensation. He moved your thong back in place before pulling his pants back up. You turned around and Daveed smashed his lips against yours. He pulled away first, moving your hair out of your face. That’s when everything hit you, you just had sex with Daveed while Eric was inside probably wondering where you went. Suddenly becoming overwhelmed with emotions. You removed yourself from his grasp and walked back inside to the party leaving Daveed and your feelings out there with him.
Walking back into the party, you bumped into Tai in the hallway between the balcony and the party.
“Hey,” Before you could question it, Tai grabbed your arm and dragged you into the nearest bathroom. She let go of your arm and checked the stalls to make sure they were empty.
“Tai, what’s going on?”
“Bitch, I just fucking saw you out there with Daveed!” Tai said loudly
“What the fuck Tai?”
“Your lucky Eric didn’t see you! Fuck, Eric, how about our boss! The fucking Editor in Chief of the fucking magazine!” Ashamed you looked down at our feet, you weren’t even thinking clearly, anyone could’ve seen you.
“You’ve been acting weird all day, what’s up? Did you fuck Daveed after the photoshoot?”
“No,”
“Then what was that, because what I just saw is not some random one-night stand.” You sighed, tired of holding it in.
“Daveed and I used to date.”
“Bitch, what the fuck? Why didn’t you tell me?”
“It’s Daveed Diggs. I didn’t want to be that girl, you know. It was only a few months and I honestly didn’t want to talk about it.”
“Damn it,” Tai reached into her clutch and handed you a pair of panties. She scoffed at the confused look on your face.
“Bitch, please, I always pack an extra pair just in case, you need them. Take the damn panties.” You begrudgingly took the lace underwear from your friends’ hands.
“Wait, I just have one more question.” You groaned inwardly, please don’t bring up Eric, she has no idea what she’s going to do about that situation.
“What was the sex like?”
“Tai!”
“What? He is built like a tree, and he got you to bust it wide open at a party chile.”
You and Tai walked back to the table and saw everyone grabbing their belongings, you frowned in confusion as you walked over to Eric.
“What’s going on?”
“Rafael invited us to his place for drinks.” You wanted to scream out loud, but you had to save face. If you acted like you didn’t want to go, Eric would get suspicious, but you don’t think it would be a good idea to add any more alcohol to your system. So, you put on a fake smile and quick nod to appease him,
“Great, it'll be fun,” Daveed sent you a wink before walking past the two of you
You would be lying if you said you weren’t having fun. You guys were doing shots out the Grammy, you don’t even remember how many shots you had taken but you were now in some sweats you borrowed from Rafa lying against Eric playing drunk Jenga. A game that Rafa made up during one of the many drunk game nights at Daveed’s place in New York.
“Alright, it’s your turn, Y/N.” Rafa said, Tai was sitting on his lap drinking a beer. You noticed how close the two of them became over the course of the night. You got up and carefully pulled the Jenga piece and groaned in irritation
“What does it say?” Jasmine singsong
“Play two truths and a lie, I was never good at this.” You whined “Okay um, Jas, Oak, and Daveed can’t play though.” Jasmine playfully stuck her tongue out at you, and you jokingly flipped her off, “I’ve shopped for Tyra Banks when I worked at Versace, I met Andre 3000 backstage at Hamilton, and I partied with Black Thought.”
“The Black Thought one!” Eric said confidently
“Nah bruh,” Daveed said taking a swig of his drink
“How you know man?”
“Because I was there when she met Black Thought, I introduced her. You gotta take another shot, my guy” There was a slight tension in the air before Tai spoke up
“Ooooh it’s the Tyra Banks one! You worked at Gucci not Versace!”
“Yes!” You cheered along with your friend. You went to take another sip, but your cup was empty you got up and went to the kitchen to make another drink. While you were making your drink you felt arms wrap around you knew better and quickly turned around to see a drunk Daveed smiling down at you.
“Daveed, get off.”
“No, you’re warm.”
“You’re drunk and Rafa has a very open kitchen. I don’t want Eric to see you.”
“Fuck that nigga, I want him to see me. You don’t really care either. If you, did you would’ve pushed me off you. If you want to get off just tell me,”
“Daveed,”
“I love you,” He pouted
“Daveed, I mean it.”
“You love me too,” He slurred, you wiggled out of his grasp so you could continue making a drink. You bent down to get some ice from the cooler and Daveed smacked your ass, hard causing you to cry out
“What the fuck!”
“I’m sorry babe, but that ass though,”
“Daveed, cut it out.” You said a smile tugging on your lips, you couldn’t tell it if was the alcohol or Daveed was working his way back in and you were letting him. You were about to leave the kitchen when Daveed grabbed your arm and pulled you in for a kiss. You let yourself get carried away and allowed Daveed to pick you up and place you on the counter, never breaking the kiss.
“Y’all niggas just don’t give a fuck at this point,” Tai commented walking into the kitchen. You jumped away from Daveed who laughed loudly at you
“Continue, I was just getting some water,” Daveed laughed at the glare you sent his way
“Daveed, I’m serious,” you said hitting his chest
“Say you love me, and I’ll stop.” You rolled your eyes and walked back into the living room.
“You didn’t deny it!” Daveed called out to you
Daveed rejoined the group and kept sending you looks from across the room, and it took everything in you not to look at him because you knew all he wanted was a reaction out of you and you weren’t going to give it to him.
“You okay, Y/N? You looked a little flushed,” Daveed asked with a sly grin on his face.
“Yes, I’m fine, thanks.”
“So, Y/N, do you still cook?” You glared at Daveed knowing what he was trying to do. You were not in the mood for a pissing contest between him and Eric.
“When I have time.” You replied with a tight-lipped smile
“Eric, have you tried her food?”
“No, not yet. She hasn’t cooked for me,”
“Bruh, it’s so amazing. She used to make us these little snacks when we were doing Hamilton. You remember Jas?”
“Hell yeah, one time she mad jerk chicken egg rolls. They were good as fuck.” You blushed as Daveed, Jasmine, and Oak reminisced over your cooking. You saw the look Eric was giving you and cleared your throat.
“You ready?” Eric asked suddenly
“Uh, yeah. Let me get my stuff I’ll meet you out here.” While Eric said his byes you went to the guestroom where your clothes were lying on the spare bed. You heard the door close, and you whipped your body around, and there he was again.
“Daveed, I don’t have time for this. Eric could walk in,”
“Y/N, I’m sorry but I need to say this. I love you, I never stopped loving you. I thought I was saving us a heartbreak when I left New York but I ruined the best thing that ever happened to me. I can’t go back to who I was before I met you, I don’t want to be that guy anymore. I want to share a life with you, all of it. The good, the bad, everything I want to do it with you. Only you. I know I don’t deserve it but please, give me another chance. Please, Y/N.” Tears were welling up in your eyes.
“Daveed,”
“Say you don’t love me and I’ll leave you alone.”
“I--” There was a knock at the door and Jasmine opened it only poking her head in
“Hey, um Eric is looking for you. I told him you were in the bathroom.”
“Thank Jas,” You quickly wiped away your tears before quickly leaving the room. You said your goodbyes before getting in the car with Eric.
“I know,” Eric said simply, did he see you and Daveed in the kitchen?
“Know what?”
“About you and Daveed.” Sighing, you felt terrible you didn’t want him to find out that way.
“Eric, I’m sorry—”
“You don’t have to apologize, I figured it out at the table. You guys used to date,” You froze, letting out a breath of relief. Thank God, he was talking about that and not what happened ten minutes ago
“Yeah, I don’t like to tell a lot of people that we dated. I don’t know, he’s a celebrity I don’t want people to assume anything about me.”
“Y/N, it’s cool, really. It was what five years ago? I’m not trippin’”
As soon as you walked into your apartment, Eric couldn’t keep his hands off you. You welcomed the embrace, hoping to forget your encounter with Daveed on the balcony. Eric's hands danced along your body, and all you could do was compare it to Daveed’s. Backing up you placed your hands on his chest and Eric backed up, breathing heavily.
“What’s up?” You let out a breath it was now or never. You reached up and touched Eric’s cheek
“I am so sorry,” He let out a dry laugh, he touched the palm of your hand, reassuring you
“It’s him, Daveed?”
“I wish it wasn’t, but I love him.” Eric nodded his head in understanding. He stood up and placed a kiss on your forehead.
“It was nice, Y/N.”
“It really was, Eric.” Eric let himself out gently closing the door behind him. You quickly grabbed your car keys and raced to the parking garage; hopefully, Daveed was still at Rafa’s place.
You made it back to Rafa’s house in record time. You ran out of your car and knocked on the door. Daveed opened the door and before he knew it you had attached your lips to his. You pulled away from the kiss and rested her forehead against his
“I love you too,” you breathed, Daveed smiled
“Say it again,” You rolled eyes before obliging
“I love you too,”
“Boo! Get a room!” Rafa said from inside, you walked back into the house with Daveed hand in hand. No matter how hard you tried to fight it, you never stopped loving Daveed, and you didn’t want to. Seeing him again two months ago made all those feelings come back that you tried so hard to keep locked away in the closet. You and Daveed were sitting on a hammock in Rafa’s backyard, Jasmine was singing some song and you all were just watching enjoying this nice moment among friends. You looked up and blushed when you met Daveed’s gaze
“What?” You asked
“Nothing, just looking at you,” he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. You sigh contently
“You pull some bull shit like that again and I’m gonna leave your ass for real.” Daveed chuckled
“Why the hell you laughing, nigga I’m serious.” You said eyeing him
“Girl, you know you ain’t going nowhere.” You rolled your eyes, knowing deep down he was right. You don’t ever plan on leaving this feeling.
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I would like you to write tom holland x actress!reader, so y/n is getting ready for photoshoot but tom holland was facetiming y/n hoping how's it going, he misses her. they haven't seen each other for a month. After that they do photoshoot and Wired autocomplete interview. then the crew got surprised and y/n misses tom, she sooo surprise and he came to visit for her. i luv them!
missing you
featuring: tom holland (x actress!reader)
you thanked the hair stylist once they were done with your hair and remained in the dressing room to have a quick facetime with your boyfriend.
“hey, love,” tom answered, his voice slightly raspy. “wow, you look really beautiful.”
“thank you,” you smiled. you couldn’t see him too well but you could make out the grainy outline of his facial features and part of his bare shoulders and chest. he looked like he was still in bed. “why is the room so dark?”
“i’m just laying down for a bit,” tom explained.
“how are you feeling?”
“okay. i just wish you were here.”
you frowned. “yeah. i wish i was there to take care of you.”
“nah. then i’d just get you sick. your company is really all i need. i’m so lonely,” he pouted playfully. “but if i get you sick then i get to take care of you so it could be a win-win for me.”
you laughed at his very ‘tom’ logic. “i know. i miss you too. i think we have some time off soon but if you’re sick then we can always see each other when we’re done with promotion stuff.”
tom groaned. “ugh. i don’t know if i can wait that longggg, love.”
“i know this has been a long one but what you do you normally do when i’m away?”
he didn’t respond, his face buried in the pillow. then after a few minutes, he started giggling.
“what’s that one line from spongebob? where spongebob’s like, ‘what do you normally do while i’m at work?’ and patrick says--”
“‘wait for you to get back,’” you finish for him, laughing along.
“yeah. i feel like patrick right now, babe.”
“aww. well, just focus on getting better and maybe do some golfing and i’ll be back before you know it,” you promised.
the pout was still present on his face. “okay. i’ll try to survive until you come home.”
you smiled before you looked at harrison in the mirror, seeing that he had entered the room.
“we’re getting ready to start-- oh, is that tom?”
“harrison?” tom spoke through the phone.
you nodded, raising the phone up to harrison so he could see his sickly best friend.
“hey, mate,” harrison greeted. they had a quick chat about harrison’s recent debut.
“it’s been fun to see you on the other side of things, dude. i’m so happy for you,” tom praised. “i’ve been watching your interviews and they’re hilarious.”
harrison laughed. “thanks, tom. we have to get going if we’re gonna make this next one, though,” he reminded, looking down to you.
you nodded. “okay, babe. looks like i have to go.”
“alright, baby. i love you and miss you so much,” he blows a kiss to the camera.
“love you. miss you too,” you smile.
“see you, harrison.”
“yeah, see you, man.”
you end the facetime and follow harrison out to the set where you would be doing a promo shoot for the irregulars. like harrison, this was your first major role and the promotional part was just as important as the actual shooting of the show. you had been with tom through several of his press junkets but now you understand how taxing and exhausting it can be, especially when you’re away from your boyfriend for so long.
you would’ve liked to have him with you for some of it, like you had with him. but lately your schedules haven’t been matching up so easily. once you were done filming the show, he had gone off to film for spider-man and once he was done with that, you had started the promotional period for the show. there were short periods in between when you got to see each other but it wasn’t nearly enough time.
the heart certainly grows fonder when you’re apart from each other.
besides all that, you found press stuff to be pretty fun for the most part. photoshoots were really easy and usually didn’t take that long. this one took a little longer because harrison was with you and you both took some individual pictures as well as some photos together. if anything, you’re glad he was your co-star. you knew this wouldn’t be the case for every job you get so you tried to enjoy it while it lasted.
after the photoshoot, you and harrison went over to the studio where they film the wired autocomplete interviews. interviews were a bit more daunting part of press, mostly because you felt the pressure to be liked by the general public and that could put a lot of stress on you to be more performative. luckily, your actor boyfriend has been there to remind you to just be yourself and that’s really the best way to handle it.
you had seen several of the autocomplete interviews and always thought they were funny so you were actually looking forward to this one.
once you arrived at the studio, you got all set up with harrison beside you and then the director explained how it was going to work. it seemed like it was pretty lax, which was nice because there was no one asking questions. rather, the questions were actual google searches that people had made so you and harrison were the ones who really got to lead it.
“you guys ready?”
you and harrison nodded.
“three...two... one...action!”
harrison started. “hi! i’m harrison osterfield.”
“and i’m y/n.”
“and this is our wired autocomplete interview.”
“ladies first,” harrison insisted, prompting you to grab your board.
“okay,” you agreed with a laugh.
“here. i’ll hold it and you can rip the tape off,” he offered.
“good idea.”
a lot of the questions were pretty basic like where you were from, where you went to school, if you went to acting school, what your favorite food is, etc. but then you got to a certain one.
“‘is y/n--’ okay. let’s see,” you said as you peeled off the masking tape before reading the full question. “‘is y/n dating tom holland?’”
you laughed awkwardly before answering, as this was the first question about your relationship status in an interview.
“yes. we are dating,” you responded. your mind suddenly wandered to your earlier conversation with him, causing your mouth to keep moving.
“i haven’t seen him in a bit but--” you paused when you realized what you were saying. “um, i’m pretty busy these days.”
you ended with another awkward laugh and shrug as harrison nodded.
“okay. that’s all for me. your turn, harrison.”
you continued on with the interview despite feeling put off by the fact that you missed tom. fortunately, harrison’s questions were more entertaining and perked you up again.
“‘does harrison osterfield drink the juice?’ wait. what does that mean?”
you bursted out laughing at the vague question.
“y/n, what’s so funny? i don’t get it.”
“nothing, nothing,” you replied. “just answer what you think it means.”
you had finished the interview on a high note.
“you seemed to be in a better mood than earlier,” harrison remarked.
“yeah.”
“are you okay?”
“i just,” you started. “we’ve never been apart for this long and it’s just really hard. i didn’t think it was going to be a big deal and i thought i could handle it but i can’t.”
harrison frowned. “hey. no, no. you’re doing a great job. i promised,” he comforted before looking down to his phone.
you stood up off your chair. “i’m going to get some water.”
you began to walk away until harrison abruptly stopped you. “wait, y/n!”
you looked back to him as there was some commotion at the back of the set. you ignored it, looking incredulously at harrison.
“what?” you asked in an annoyed tone. you just wanted some water.
suddenly, a third voice appeared.
“aww, love. don’t be mean to harrison like that.”
you turned to see none other than your boyfriend standing there. you couldn’t react in any other way other than clapping a hand over your mouth and beginning to cry in disbelief that he was actually there.
“baby, it’s okay,” he cooed, walking over and wrapping you up in a hug. some of the crew watching the whole reunion began clapping and cheering.
he rubbed your backed as you sobbed into his shoulder for a few moments before lifting your head up to wipe your eyes.
“how, how-- what-- i,” you stuttered, wanting to know how this could be happening right now.
“what? are you not happy to see me?” he pouted playfully, brushing some hair out of your face.
“no! i am but i thought you were sick.”
“well,” he smirked. “i am an actor, darling.”
you rolled your eyes facetiously before he continued his explanation.
“i got in late last night and stayed in a hotel. i wasn’t sick but i gotta admit, i am pretty tired.”
you laughed. “you’re so dumb.”
“don’t blame this all on me! harrison was in on it too!”
you looked over to harrison who was still sitting there, watching this all go down. he held his hands up.
“guilty. but i’d like to add that tom was freaking out that you had found out somehow and has been texting me all day.”
“no. i really had no idea but i was worried about you,” you prodded at tom’s shoulder with a finger.
“i’d say it was worth it. wouldn’t you?”
you nodded. “i suppose.”
“can i have a kiss now, please?”
you leaned in and pressed a short kiss to his lips but of course, that wasn’t enough to satisfy him. he kept pulling you in for more before you began to get embarrassed with the other people around.
“alright, i’ll stop. but don’t think you can escape from my sneaky kisses!” he took your hand in his and began leading you out of the studio.
“wait, we still have some promo stuff to do for today.”
tom shook his head. “you don’t. can’t say the same for him,” he nodded over to harrison. “i’ve sorted it all out with your manager and it’ll just be me and you for the next two days. does that sound good?”
well, you couldn’t argue with that.
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Paper Rings | OWEN JOYNER
Requested by anon: “Owen request? A series of events that leads Owen to finally working up the courage to propose to his girlfriend?” PAIRING(s): Owen Joyner x fem!reader WARNING(s): some language, mentions of abuse, panic attack, anxiety, and fluff haha WORDS: 3.7k SUMMARY: Five times Owen almost asks his girlfriend to marry him, and one time he actually does.
0.
Charlie looks around, feeling out of place amongst the big mirrors, bright lights, and the sparkling diamonds. When his best friend, Owen, told him that he wanted a ‘guys night’ (he’s still unsure as to why he wants to have one: they live together, it’s guys’ night every night – he was expecting bars, or clubs, or fancy restaurants; things they don’t get to do every night, because of work. But he definitely wasn’t expecting to be dragged into a jewellery store.
“O, buddy, what are we doing here?”
Owen shushes him, walking ahead to a counter. A woman with kind eyes greets him. “Mr. Joyner!”
He smiles, familiarity pooling in his eyes.
Charlie frowns. He didn’t expect Owen to be into jewellery – sure, he buys stuff for his sister and mother, but he always takes them with him.
He thinks of Y/N, Owen’s girlfriend of about five years – there’s a possibility that he may be buying something for her, but it’s highly unlikely. Y/N has been pretty vocal about the fact that she hates diamonds, and who’s to blame her, really? Her father used to buy her mother a diamond necklace after every time he hit her or when he came home smelling of another woman’s perfume.
Charlie exclaims, “Owen! I’m gonna die if you don’t tell me what’s going on!”
“I know, I know.” He shushes him, again, and Charlie feels like a child, even though he’s older than the blonde boy. Owen turns to the woman in front of him, Miranda, as her name tag reads, and says, “I hope it’s ready.”
She nods, excitedly. “Yes! I have it right here with me.”
She disappears beneath the counter, and Charlie expects her to return with a big box, like a magician’s apprentice. But, instead, she emerges with a small, tiny box and he wonders –
As realization dawns upon him, he feels a rush of euphoria. “Oh my god, are you –”
Owen nods, his face aglow with anticipation, hope and adoration. “I – I walked into this store a couple of weeks ago, after I decided that I wanted to marry her, I mean, I’ve known it for a while, you know? I can’t see myself being with anyone but her for the rest of my life, and I want a family with her. She’s my soulmate, dude. And I – I think it’s the right time, too. She’s got that amazing job, and my career’s going great, so, yeah. I wanna marry her.”
Charlie sniffs, feeling tears at the back of his eyes. “Bro.”
His friend grins. “Bro.”
Charlie pulls him into a hug, but Owen pushes him away, and they swat each other’s hands for a second before Owen whisper shouts, “Do you wanna see the ring or not?!”
Charlie’s eyes widen and he nods. They turn to the woman in front of them, and she points to the box placed on the counter before them. “If you’re ready.”
Owen nods, and Charlie feels amazed at the determination clouding his irises. He opens the box, and the Canadian boy gasps.
Inside sits a simple platinum ring. Except at the middle, there’s a diamond shaped like a star. It’s so beautifully built, every edge looking like they’re fit to cut steel. And the entire ring – it’s so simple, yet beautiful, and Charlie knows why he picked it.
It’s a mirror of the way Owen sees Y/N – something gorgeous, something priceless, something elegant, yet something so simple to him, and something that will always makes sense, no matter what.
1.
Owen inhales, staring at his reflection in the full body length mirror in front of him. He’s going to do it today – he is going to ask his best friend, his soulmate and the love of his life to marry him. He has planned it all – even Charlie went out with the rest of the cast tonight to give the twenty-three-year-olds some privacy. (Charlie, Y/N, and Owen live together in Vancouver, at least while shooting the fourth season of Julie and The Phantoms, so, as one can guess, it’s really difficult to get a moment alone – but since the both of them love Charlie so fucking much, they don’t really mind.)
He straightens his tie and hears soft footsteps in the hallway outside his room. Y/N’s head pokes in, her face lit up like Christmas lights.
“Don’t you look sharp!” She says, while walking up to him and wrapping her arms around his torso. Owen smiles, catching her eyes in the reflection. “Are the bad puns ever going to stop?”
She gasps, dramatically, and exclaims, “You don’t gotta be so mean about it!”
He shakes his head, and feels love swell in his chest for the woman behind him. “I love you so much, you know that, right?”
A mischievous glint appears in her eyes. “I could use a reminder.”
Owen grins, turning backwards and cups her face in his hands, about to kiss her, when a voice stops him.
“I think I just broke the coffee machine!”
Y/N’s eyes widen, and she yells, “You did what?!”
Owen’s brows furrow. “Is that –”
She casts him an apologetic glance. “Zoe, yeah. I forgot to tell you, but Cece had to go out last minute, so I offered to watch her for the evening!”
Usually, Owen loves kids, especially Y/N’s cousins like Zoe, but right now, he feels like jumping off a cliff. She seems to sense that as she runs her hands down his arms, and says, “I’m sorry! I know you said that tonight was gonna be just us, but you love Zoe, don’t you? And it’s gonna be fun, I promise!”
It’s not. Owen had booked a table at Y/N’s favorite restaurant in Vancouver, and he would have proposed midway through the dinner, when the musicians there would start to play ‘Love Story’ by Taylor Swift, and when they got to the bridge, he would have dropped to a knee.
Ignoring the weight in his chest, he plasters a smile on his face. “Yeah. Yeah. I’m sorry, I just – it’s been a while since we’ve been alone, you know? With work and all. But I’m sure it’s gonna be great with Zoe, too!”
She nods. “Thank you. We can go out alone next week when Charlie has that photoshoot with Madi!”
He nods. “Absolutely.”
The little black box stays hidden in the pocket of the beige coat in his closet that he never wears.
2.
As Y/N smiles at him, Owen thinks that this is it. This is the moment he’s gonna ask her to marry him.
As the light from the fire illuminates her face, he thinks about how perfect this weekend has been. After long days, and even longer nights of filming, they finally got a weekend off, and Charlie immediately booked a cabin in North Vancouver.
And there’s no one better at planning trips than Charlie.
Along with Owen, Y/N, and Charlie; Madison, Jadah, Jeremy and his wife, Carolynn, Savannah, Sacha, and Tori are here, too, everyone basking in the peace. Throughout the weekend, they’ve done anything and everything they can do in snow – from skiing, to making snow angels, and finally, as the shades of evening rolled on the last day of their trip, they are tired.
After dinner, everyone wordlessly returned to their rooms, and Owen knows that they’re all fast asleep, right now – except Y/N, who is still as bubbly as champagne.
When they returned to their room, Y/N quickly lit the fire – because no matter if it’s snowing or if it’s fifty degrees outside – she is always freezing.
It’s the opposite in Owen’s case, though – he’s always warm, and that’s why Y/N wasted no time to settle in his lap.
Owen quickly pats his pocket to check if the ring’s still there. It is, and it’s been there for the whole weekend. He’s been searching for opportunities, but they were always either with someone, or it wasn’t a good time.
“O?” She asks, her voice soft.
“Hmm?” He replies, threading his fingers through her hair.
Her eyes brighten up, putting the fire in front of them to shame. “I’ve just had an idea.”
“Later. First, I have something to ask you.” He says, his hand reaching into his pocket again.
She smiles. “I know what you’re gonna ask.”
Owen’s surprised. “You do?”
She nods excitedly. “Yeah. Charlie told me!”
He must have had a horrified look on his face because her eyes widen quickly. “Oh, he didn’t want to, believe me! But, now that I know, tell me, when are you gonna do it?”
Owen stammers, suddenly feeling breathless in this room. The anxiety starts to pool in his stomach, along with an anger, directed towards Charlie. “I – I – I can’t believe he told you this…”
She shrugs. “You know that he can’t hide anything from me. He’s like the brother I never asked for. Anyway, so he was showing me some of the designs, and I love you, but I don’t think you can handle a tooth piercing.”
Owen’s brows furrow. “What?”
“Like, totally no offence, but you passed out when the dentist came to do a routine check up on your teeth. I don’t wanna imagine what would happen if you got them pierced.”
“What are talking about?!”
“Charlie and your matching piercings, dummy! What else would I be talking about?” She looks at him as if he’s grown a third head.
Owen’s lips part. “We are not getting matching piercings – I wasn’t gonna ask you that!”
“Oh!” Her eyes widen. “What were you gonna ask, then?”
He gulps, thinking to himself – this is it. This is it. This is it.
“Do you wanna go home for New Year’s?”
He mentally curses when that question comes out of his mouth, and even with Y/N’s bright smile, he starts to feel queasy inside, knowing that he still isn’t confident enough to actually ask her.
3.
Owen wipes his sweaty palms on his jeans and stands up. “Y/N, I have to tell you something.”
She nods, her eyes sweeping across the mostly empty LA beach. He brought her here today to finally ask her to marry him – his past attempts have been nothing short of disastrous.
As he opens his mouth, he feels a pang in his heart, and his mind starts to race. All kinds of thoughts race through his mind, like – what if she says no? what if she hates him for ruining what they have? What if Champagne Problems by Taylor Swift becomes his most relatable song? What if she –
Y/N stands up, and her hand finds that of Owen’s, a reassurance, and he knows that she can sense his anxiety. She doesn’t ask him to talk about it – she knows that he will, eventually, when he’s ready. For now, she shows him that she’s here for him, and somehow that is enough.
As she brushes his hair, his mind starts to calm down, his erratic breathing slowing down and involuntarily matching the pace of her breathing. She whispers, softly, “You’re okay. You’re safe. Everything is okay. You’re okay. I love you. I love you –”
She keeps repeating that, until it’s like a mantra in Owen’s head, turning the racing thoughts to mere background noise.
He opens his eyes, and looks into hers, and finally feels calm. He exhales. “That… uh....”
She nods, comfort flooding through her eyes. “I know, baby. But it’s okay. You’re safe now.”
He shakes his head, taking his hand in hers. “I – I – I think that maybe you and I should, uh, get – um, matching tattoos. Yeah. That’s what I wanted to ask you.” He lies.
She nods enthusiastically. “Yes! Of course. You don’t even have to ask – we’ve always talked about it, and I think that now is the perfect time! Do you wanna –”
As Y/N talks about designs, he thinks that he’s a fucking coward.
4.
As Owen laughs, he feels confident, for once. He knows that tonight he’ll be able to ask her to marry him, especially in front of all his family – he loves his family, and so does Y/N and vice versa. He remembers the first time he brought her home three months after they’d started dating. He remembers feeling absolutely euphoric about the fact that she fit right in with his family. That was also the day that she had told him, for the first time, that she loves him.
He looks around the table, and watches Y/N talk animatedly to his mother. His parents think of her as their own daughter, especially after finding out about her rocky relationship with her father. Y/N’s mother sits next to Owen, and he loves how carefree she looks – her ex-husband, really, was an asshole.
He takes the little box out of his pocket, and his cousin, Elias, gasps. “Is that an engagement ring?” He whispers, his face scrunching as if the sentence left a bad taste in his mouth.
Owen nods. “Yes. Elias, I would appreciate it if you kept it down.”
His cousin raises his hands. “Always, homie.”
He rolls his eyes. “Right.”
Elias looks around. “Hey, do you think that it’s a good idea to propose now?”
“What do you mean?” Owen’s brows furrow.
“I mean people do it in private for a reason. What if she says no and then you get embarrassed in front of your entire family and hers? It’s sympathetic looks for the rest of your life, bro. And your parents wouldn’t be able to talk to her, nor to her mom, ‘cause it’d be, ya know, friggin’ embarrassing. Everyone’s probably gonna hate you.”
Owen’s eyes widen, and he toys with the truth in his cousin’s words. Elias shrugs, and takes a sip of his water. “But it’s up to you, dude.”
Slowly, Owen slides the ring back into his pocket.
5.
Owen looks around, checking if any distractions could be in this room. None. How could it, though? He’s standing in an empty classroom, in the middle of winter break. Nobody in their right minds would be here.
Well, that would mean that Owen’s not in his right mind. To be really, really, really honest – he is kind of losing it. He has been trying to propose to Y/N for the past month, but every time – every god damn time, something comes up and ruins everything.
So, he decided to break into his middle school. Well, ‘break into’ isn’t the right phrase – he asked the guard to give him the keys for the night, and even thanked him with a hundred dollar note. Unlike his girlfriend, he’s incapable of breaking rules.
The guard thought that it was very romantic of him, but really, he’s just tired and wants to get married already. He taps his foot anxiously, and finally hears the door opening, signalling Y/N’s arrival.
God, she looks absolutely adorable. Her nose is crimson from the cold, and she is bundled under what seems to be ten layers of clothing. She huffs, grinning when she notices him.
“Are we here to make out? Because your house was much more comfortable and so, so warm.”
Owen shakes his head. “Nope.”
“Well, are you gonna murder me, O? Because, well, it’s certainly the perfect location.”
“I have to tell you something.” He says, taking a step toward her. He looks around and sees that there is nothing that could possibly ruin this moment, and smiles brightly, preparing himself. Y/N’s eyes gleam with anticipation, as she nods for him to continue.
“Y/N, I still remember the day that I met you. I remember the way you smiled at me even though I had spilled black coffee all over you and ruined your very pretty, white dress.”
She laughs. “I was really mad at first, yeah. But the cutest boy in all of Oklahoma was in front of me, and well, you know that I was a goner.”
He smiles fondly. “And the beautifulest girl in the world was in front of me.”
“That’s not a word.”
“I know. And then you laughed at my dumb jokes, and even agreed to go on a date with me.”
“To compensate for that absolutely gorgeous dress.” She clarifies, a teasing smile on her face.
He grins sheepishly. “And then somehow, somewhere we fell in love, and somehow, you became my other half, and somehow, I can’t imagine a world without you. I don’t want to. You are my best friend, and you are the one person around whom I can be completely myself and face no judgements.”
“No, I do judge you. You’re a little questionable.”
“And what would I do without your wicked sense of humour?”
“Honestly? You’d be lost without me. I mean, you forget to even put your socks in the washing machine.”
“You’re not supposed to wash them. They go on your feet. Obviously.”
“That is disgusting, and you know it.”
He laughs. “I wanna be with you for the rest of my life, and I… I… I want a family with you, you know? I know that we’ve never talked about this, and I don’t know how you would feel about one, but still, if you’re up for it, I’m too. But, if you don’t, that’s okay, too. More than okay.”
For a moment, an unrecognizable expression crosses her face, and he wonders if he’s hurt her. But then the biggest smile blooms on her face.
“We should have talked about this. But I would like a family with you, too. I mean, I’ve never really wanted one, and you know why. But, after seeing you and your family, I realized that a part of me does want it. I do want to have the home that I never got to have with you and I wanna do better. I know that you’ll be an amazing dad, and I wanna raise my kid the way that kids should be raised. And I want it with no one else but you.”
Owen feels as if he’s on cloud nine, and he stares at her for a moment, wondering how lucky he is to find a girl like her. He says, “Y/N, I –”
Before he can ask her the question, though, her ringtone cuts through the silence of the empty classroom. She whispers an apology and takes her phone out from her jeans pocket.
She accepts the call and speaks into the phone. “Hey, Luka, what’s up? Whoa, whoa, whoa. Slow down. Luka, slow down.”
She exchanges a panicked look with Owen.
Speaking of Owen, he’s losing it. Absolutely. He was so close. And for the first time, he had both confidence and hope. And something had to happen. He starts to feel annoyed at Luka, his sister, and then immediately feels bad about it, but then starts to feel annoyed again.
“Oh no, you did what? Do you need me to come?”
At Y/N’s last sentence, Owen bursts out. “Oh, for fuck’s sake!”
Y/N raises her brows at him. He feels anger replacing all his emotions, anger towards the world, it’s timings, and mostly, towards himself.
Sensing his rage, Y/N gives him a weird look. “What is wrong with you?” She whispers.
“Everything. Everything is wrong!” He whispers back.
He starts to feel breathless, and the familiar sensation of a panic attack starts to overcome him. He looks around, trying to focus on something, anything, when he spots the door.
He looks at his girlfriend, and says, “I love you, but I’m gonna lose it.” With that, he walks by her, and out the doors, while she yells after him.
+1.
It’s been twenty minutes since he last talked to Y/N, and he has lost all hope. He’s now sitting on a park bench a couple of minutes away from the school, and he is listing all the reasons why his life is absolutely shit.
“Hey, you okay?”
Owen looks up, and notices Y/N walking up to the bench, with a concerned look in her eyes.
“I – I just… I’ve been trying to ask you something, Y/N, for the past month. And every time I try to do it, I’m either interrupted, or I’m not confident enough. And, today, there were no distractions, and I was finally feeling confident and hopeful and then my sister decides to ruin it – is she okay, by the way?”
She nods and sits down beside him. “Yeah, she misplaced her dress for tonight.”
He grits his teeth in annoyance. He loves her, but his sister has the worst timing.
Y/N rests a hand on his, an odd look taking over her features. “You should know by now that the answer will always, and obviously be a yes.”
Owen sharply turns towards her. “What?”
A brilliant smile makes its way onto her face. “You are gonna propose, aren’t you?”
A gasp involuntarily escapes him. “How’d you know?”
“Well, you just said some pretty nice things about me. Also, I can see the outline of the ring box, and you keep checking your pocket for it every two minutes, even if you don’t realize it. You’re literally doing it right now.”
In his defence, he wasn’t, or rather, isn’t consciously doing it. He slowly retracts his hand from his pocket and gives her a sheepish smile.
She stands up. “Really, O, are you gonna do it or not –”
“Yep, yep, yep.” He clears his throat and stands in front of her and drops to a knee. He takes the ring out, and flips open the box, and as the diamond’s reflected light dances across her face, Y/N gasps.
“Oh my god, that’s gorgeous!”
He grins. “I have great taste.”
She smiles teasingly. “I know, baby.”
“Will you ma–”
“Yes! Yes, yes, yes!”
“You didn’t even let me finish!”
“Someone would’ve probably interrupted you and I couldn’t take the chance of you losing your shit again.”
“You do have a point.”
“I always do.”
He slides the ring onto her finger, and she kneels in front of him to match their heights. She wraps her arms around his neck, and he wraps his around her waist, both desperate to be closer, closer, closer.
“I love you so much.” He whispers into her hair, and she kisses his shoulder.
“I love you. Forever.”
She untangles herself from him, and as she kisses him, Owen realizes that he had no reason to be worried at all.
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Chapter 7: Green Light
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note: i don’t know why i can’t edit chapter 6 so hopefully you reach this chapter
2 weeks.
2 weeks have passed ever since that night Yuta walked you home, the same night that you and Kuroo got into the biggest fight you’ve ever had. The doors were slammed, the remote of the TV flew from one wall to another, your voices were on top of your lungs.
Kuroo threw words he shouldn’t have, like accusing you of cheating on him. You even went on your knees just to prove to him that you didn’t. Apology after apology. You didn’t even know why you were asking for forgiveness when you did nothing wrong. He told you to leave, you should have, but you didn’t. You couldn’t leave him. You love him way too much even if he does you so wrong.
Kuroo has all red lights turn into green and you let him drive you insane.
But you’re getting tired of the ride that doesn’t have a destination.
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“Just go see (Y/N) at her office,” Kenma tells Kuroo as the two are looking over files. “My secretary and her secretary are friends. I can ask for her schedule if you want.”
“Why would I?” Kuroo scoffs confidently and his friend deadpans at him. “What? It’s not like I miss her or something.”
“You’ve been writing her name and scratching over it like a teenager going through a heartbreak. I thought the two of you made up already?” Kenma rebuts and the raven head pouts.
“We did.” Kuroo continues to read the document, trying his best not to get distracted by invasive thoughts of you. ‘But she isn’t chasing after me like she used to.’
You really have been different. Yes, you still message him and act sweet around him, but it seems like you’re forcing your actions, especially sex. Whenever you have time to go home, you two only do the deed, then sleep, and then he wakes up to an empty bed again.
Sex is good, great even. Kuroo loves doing it with you. But it isn’t enough. When was the last time you went on a date? Or ate a meal together? Or talked about your days? When was the last time you told him you love him?
“So why are you moping around?”
‘Because I miss her,’ Kuroo’s inside thought speaks in volume. He really does miss you but he can’t say it out loud. “I don’t know man. I guess because of work.”
“But aren’t you here with me because you barely have work to do?” Kenma says in an almost teasing tone. Kuroo just rolls his eyes and ignores his friend. Oh how the tables have suddenly turned. Kenma is the one teasing him now.
Kenma then realizes that Kuroo has finally started caring about you.
Kuroo arrives at your workplace earlier than your meeting time because he’s that excited to see you. He even bought flowers for you and pastries for your workmates. It’s his way for thanking them for taking care of you at your work. Also, it’s to let them know that you’re together so they stop shipping you with other people.
“Oh, Kuroo, you’re here,” Terushima greets him as they meet in the lobby. “(Y/N) has an emergency photoshoot today so I guess it’s your lucky day.”
“Photoshoot for what?” Kuroo raises an eyebrow as he follows Terushima inside the studio of your office. There are big lighting equipments, a huge white backdrop in the room, and a lot of wedding dresses.
“For our wedding dresses catalogue. Usually, Alisa does it but she’s sick today so (Y/N) has to take her place,” Terushima explains and Kuroo nods in comprehension. “I think she’s preparing for the last dress already so you don’t have to wait long for her to finish.”
Terushima gives Kuroo a chair he can sit on and directs him to a spot where he can see you while you shoot. While waiting for you, he hands out goodies to your coworkers, bowing and thanking each one of them.
Not long after, you come out in a white tulle ball gown with white flower petals on the bodice and ends of the dress. Your hair and makeup done bridal style: subtle, elegant and will surely take the groom’s breath away. Kuroo doesn’t know why but his breathing pattern suddenly changes and his heart beat picks up a rather speedy pace.
You literally and figuratively took his breath away.
‘I feel like I’m gonna have a heart attack,’ Kuroo thinks without knowing that he has a sweet smile on his face. His eyes are staring at you in admiration, maybe even in a loving way. You just look too gorgeous in that dress it makes him wonder what you’d wear in your wedding if you even had one.
Come to think of it, what would you like your whole wedding to be?
The man is getting flustered just thinking about your wedding day. You’ll have one soon, right? It’s working out for the two of you so there definitely will be one. Or so he thinks that it’s working out for the two of you.
“Kuroo?”
“Kuroo.”
“Kuroo!”
“Yes?” Kuroo finally snaps out of his thoughts and sees Terushima smirking at him. “What?”
“You’re staring too much,” the blonde chuckles. He expects Kuroo to deny it and such so he gets shock when the raven states...
“Why wouldn’t I? My wife looks mesmerizing.” Kuroo continues to watch your shoot, his attention only on you and no one else. You finally see him, so you flash him a sweet smile and flirty wink before focusing back to your work.
Kuroo giggles with a blushing face which causes Terushima to laugh at his reaction. Terushima teases him so he hits Terushuma, telling the blonde to stop teasing him. “You are such a simp!”
The two of them are having butterflies in their stomachs because they’re lowkey like teenage girls, giggling and whispering to each other with blushes on their face, talking about the love of their life. If you’re looking from a far, you would never know what they are talking about.
The shoot finally ends and your secretary tells Kuroo to wait for you at your office. He does as told and roams around your workplace while he waits. He finds your little bedroom and sees some of your belongings in there. It must be where you sleep when you finish work when trains stop operating for the day.
Kuroo hears your door open so he gets out of the tiny room and skips to you, hugging you tightly in the middle of the room. He takes a look at your face and then tackles it with kisses, enabling you start a proper conversation.
“I missed you.”
Kiss.
“I missed you.”
Kiss.
“I missed you so much.”
Kiss.
“Tetsu, love,” you call him out in between giggles, your hands trying to cup his cheeks for him to stop, but he captures your lips with his first. Your eyes flutter close and give into his actions.
“You looked so beautiful in that dress, my love. Makes me wanna marry you again.”
You’re supposed to be happy hearing his words. Your heart should be jumping out of your rib cage by now. So why can you feel yourself forcing a smile?
“Love, do you mind if I ask you a question?” Kuroo asks you, his arms snaking around your body, nuzzling his nose on the crook your neck. You just humm, eyes closed, fingers tangled into his hair.
“What’s your ideal wedding?”
Your lids shut open from his question. “All of a sudden?”
“I just got curious.” Kuroo shrugs, waiting for your answer. He’s ready to take mental notes and use it when you plan your wedding.
“I’ve never thought about it,” you answer honestly. Kuroo moves away from you and stares, not believing the words that came out of your mouth. “What? I always knew I was getting arranged so I never thought about having my own wedding.”
“You’re a wedding planner and you never dreamed about your own wedding?” Kuroo is skeptical about your statement and he also feels disappointed?
You’ve never thought about your wedding? As in the ‘you as the bride and him as the groom’ wedding? Has it really not passed your mind even just for a second? Because that was all he was thinking about when he saw you in that wedding dress and up to this moment.
“I just don’t see myself having my own wedding,” you explain, not sparing a glance at his disheartened face.
“Not even with me?” He says without thinking, which you look at him for. You examine his face and see how he genuinely looks discouraged about your words. Not understanding why is he so hurt about your words, you cock an eyebrow at him.
“We’re married.”
“But we haven’t had a wedding ceremony. I personally think it’ll be great to have one,” Kuroo says as if it’s not a big deal, but deep inside he is making a huge fuss about it. He’s indirectly proposing to you and if you turn it down, his heart will shatter to pieces.
“Let’s see after our trying period,” is all you responded. Your response breaks him. You haven’t decided if you’ll stay with him?
He can feel his chest tigthen and hand sweat. Why are you saying that when months ago you were speaking about how much you love him? Why are you saying that when weeks ago you were begging him to forgive you?
“Don’t you love me anymore?”
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Facts:
The idea of signal lights was first used on railroads to prevent trains from colliding. These signals were then adapted all over the world and used in roads since it worked so well.
The original pattern was red for danger, green for caution, and white to go. However, since white could have been easily missed against a starry sky so then it was changed to the green, yellow, and red we know of now.
The first constructed roads date from about 4000 BC
Roman roads were often stone-paved.
The Pan-American Highway is the longest roadway in the world, spanning around 19,000 miles or 30,000 kilometers
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