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caitlinsclark · 2 months

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FEELIN 22 caitlin clark caitlin clark x singer!reader | summary: caitlin's celebrity crush is discussed during jada's live. based on this request. ✰ part of my 500 follower celebration! word count: 2.2k masterlist and tag list

It was an innocent question, one that was offered by a viewer of Jada’s live. Kate, Gabbie, Caitlin, and Jada were in the weight room, separated at their chosen machines.

“Who is one celebrity you’d like to see come to one of our games?” Jada read aloud to the group, tapping her lips in thought.

Caitlin was all too eager to scream your name from out of frame, hopping over with an excited smile as she pulled out her phone. Upon turning the screen toward the camera, viewers could see she already had your song playing in her AirPods. But that wasn’t enough as she disconnected the bluetooth on her phone and played the song out of her speakers.

“I was enchanted to meet you,” Caitlin danced around, running circles in the room with a newfound energy, “Please don’t be in love with someone else, please don’t have somebody waiting on you!” Her voice cracked with the volume of her singing voice.

“Yeah,” Caitlin breathed out with a huge smile after, her dimples making an appearance, “She’s been my favorite.”

The girls had shielded their faces from the camera, trying their best to hide the knowing glances they shared. Caitlin basically skipped back off the camera, returning to her machine as she continued to hum the beat of your song.

“So that’s Caitlin’s, if you couldn’t tell,” Jada laughed, scrolling through the comments who all were freaking out about Caitlin’s enthusiasm. There was a huge overlap between your fan bases, unknown to both of you, but it was there.

TikTok was your best friend and Caitlin’s worst as it flooded with the edited clip of her singing your song. The basketball player was doubtful you’d see something like that. But with the amount of both your and her fans spam tagging you, she wasn’t too sure after all.

And luckily it ended up on the top of your FYP, reposted by ESPN themselves which was even funnier. You watched in content as the brunette strained her vocal cords to show the love for your music. You couldn’t see your reflection as you watched, but knew the dumb smile on your face said far too much.

With all the instigation energy you possessed in your soul, you decided to actively tease not only your fans but Caitlin too. Upon seeing that there was an Iowa game currently streaming, you turned on the TV and leaned back to get comfortable on the hotel bed. After a few beats, you pulled out your phone to take a sly picture and posted it to your story. If Caitlin’s jersey number was front and centered, that was simply an accident of timing.

Though it wasn’t an accident when you joined Jada’s live the next time you were free, giggling evilly when you saw that Caitlin was indeed there too in the room with her.

Jada’s eyes widened at the comments that seemed to speed up three times faster at the presence of your username, “Who’s here?” She furrowed her eyebrows, only to gasp when you sent a ‘hi’ in the chat.

‘JOIN’ ‘LET HER ON THE LIVE’ ‘INVITE HER AS A GUEST’ the comments flooded and Jada made quick work of doing just that, wordless at the fact that you had stumbled onto her stream.

“It’s for you,” Jada tossed the phone to Caitlin immediately and stood back, hitting her other friends to get their attention. Caitlin made a face as she looked at the screen, only seeing a buffering icon when she angled it to face her.

Until your smiling face replaced it and she almost squeaked in shock. Caitlin rubbed her eyes, feeling like this was some dream she was about to wake up from.

“Are you like,” She moved the camera far away before bringing it closer to analyze the picture, “real?”

“No, I was the baby brought by the stork like your parents told you about,” You nodded, pursing your lips as she broke out into a tiny smile, progress from the nervousness clear on her face.

“Makes sense, you’re too flawless anyway.” The compliment rolled off her tongue naturally.

You remembered what it was like to have a celebrity crush, and she was showing practically every sign under the sun as she blushed under your gaze when you hadn’t spoke up right away.

“So I heard I could make dreams come true by coming to one of your games?” You twirled a piece of your hair around your finger slowly, giving her a thoughtful look.

“Many,” Caitlin nodded shamelessly, her dimpled smile accompanying it, “Even more if you did it in a ’22’ jersey.” Her shy demeanor seemed to weather away in your presence, ignoring her friends cackling in the background.

It was the start to a long talking stage, one that the two of you kept away from the public. Your fans had eventually died down on the hype of your overlapping circles, falling to the back of their minds when there had been no new content. With Caitlin working hard in training and you working hard on your tour, you hadn’t had any chances to meet up.

So the second that she had a few days off in her schedule, you were the first person she called.

“Not to be too forward or anything, but I may have a few days in between shows.” And the way mesmerizing way you bit your lip in anticipation, as if she’d say no, had her saying yes even faster.

You two had spent the entire week together, tucked away and blissfully out of prying eyes. Caitlin had made the choice to rent a place a little ways out of the city you’d be performing in and you didn’t even hesitate to say yes to staying with her.

You’d baked cookies while she sat gleefully on the counter, more interested in watching you than learning how to bake. She’d pulled you onto her lap while watching basketball, convincing you that you needed to be able to hear her better to understand what was going on.

The pair of you were passing back and forth a basketball out on the asphalt underneath the hoop the owners had installed. Caitlin passed it to you, shifting her feet quickly to guard you as you made moves toward the net.

“Oh!” You screamed, dribbling past her with an impressive speed that she tried to match, “Oh! Oh!” You chanted dramatically as you shot the ball after faking her out. It didn’t quite make it in, which had you staring in disappointment as it bounced off the rim. It wasn’t able to make it far before Caitlin grabbed it mid air and pushed it back into the hoop, cheering for you this time. You laughed at her, playfully hitting away her hands as she tried to tickle the frown off your face.

She pulled you in tight, wrapping her arms so protectively around your neck that you had no choice but to melt into her. Your head laid comfortably against the muscle of her arm.

She brushed her thumb against your back soothingly, completely enamored with the way your popstar persona seemed to subside in her presence.

It warmed her heart to know that despite being two major public figures, you kept the most humane parts residing here, in the privacy of her basketball court under the night stars with your arms around one another.

She had been love drunk enough to follow you to the next stop, something that didn’t take too much convincing after the coldness of her bed without you in it awoke her brutally.

In a simple week, the warmth of your presence managed to make everything else seem cold in the middle of summer. That’s how Caitlin wound up in the tent, singing proudly and loudly all of your songs right back to you. A drink in her hand that had barely been touched with how into the show she was.

It was the last song of the night, so you naturally had to end it with a bang. You’d been sneakily planning this for the last week.

Caitlin had exited the tent, lingering in between the stage and barricades so she could be closer to you. She waved to a few fans who called out her name but blocked them out the second you started talking again.

“So I decided to pull a song out of the archives,” You adjusted the mic, standing up and adjusting the pleated skirt fluttering around your thighs. “I’m just feeling 22.” You shrugged playfully, basking in the screams that the crowd let out at the double entendre, but they didn’t realize the half of it.

The familiar beat of ’22’ started up and you stood with your hands behind your back innocently, letting the cheers erupt and reactions settle in before beginning to sing.

You adjusted the hat on your head, twirling around as you sang, “I don’t know about you.”

You nudged one of your backup dancers dramatically, playing up the next line and you fed off of the roars the crowd let out.

Caitlin’s head tilted back in a laugh, covering her mouth to hide the huge grin forming as she looked adoringly in your direction.

She watched in awe as you pranced around the stage, brushing her hand and squeezing tightly when you passed by.

Her phone hadn’t left the grip of her hand as she recorded you in your element, beaming as she sang the words right back to you. She was almost as breathless as you on stage just from watching.

“I hope you guys don’t mind me bringing out a special guest?” You screamed breathlessly into the mic, the instrumentals took over during the bridge as you took a break from prancing around the stage.

Caitlin’s eyes widened and her jaw went slack from her spot within the safety of the gated off area. The crowd next to her screamed bloody murder, pointing excitedly at her as you approached where she stood sheepishly.

But with the electricity of the crowd’s screams and your smile right at her, she had no choice but to grab your hand and let you lead her up onto the stage.

The entire scene felt cinematic as you intertwined your fingers and leaned into Caitlin’s side, letting the screams and cheers soak in. Her grin was infectious as she let herself get sucked into the glow of your skin and sparkly outfit.

Your hand didn’t leave hers as you put the microphone back up to your mouth, pulling her alongside you down the strip of the stage. “It feels like one of those nights!” The crowd sang along with you, cheering louder as Caitlin twirled you around once you reached the end of the of the stage. The smile could be heard in your voice as she pulled you back into her with a lovesick smile. “I gotta have you,” You finished with a large exhale, breathless by not only the song but the exhilaration of sharing this moment with her.

You turned around at the end of the stairs, facing Caitlin with a devious look on your face. She rose her eyebrows as you lifted the hat off your own head and plopped it on hers, refusing to look away from her eyes despite the bright lights and distracting screams.

Confetti fell around you both, prompting joyous laughter from not only you and Caitlin, but your backup dancers as you all pranced off the stage.

She placed the hat back on your head, sliding her hands through your hair to rest on your neck. You didn’t need any persuasion when you practically pounced on her, letting the energy of the screams around you fuel you to pull her down to your level and connect your lips.

She eagerly pulled you in closer, taking a few stumbled steps back and protectively leading you back into the tent, refusing to let you go yet. You couldn’t get enough of one another, though it became hard to keep up through the large smiles both of you were sporting.

“Is it weird if I hang this up on my wall?” She asked as she twirled the hat around in her palms. Fan first, girlfriend second, you were reminded.

You laughed, stumbling a little in your heels in a moment of adoration and Caitlin took advantage of it by sliding her arm around your waist. You welcomed the hold, laying your hand on hers and resting your head on her arm to look up at her.

You mulled the idea over in your head, playfully scrunching up your features in thought, “Not weird if I can get a signed jersey for mine.”

“Deal.” She scoffed like she’d won the lottery in that trade, you had to stop your cheeks from warming at the amount of support she’d shown you.

She gasped, a level of enthusiasm that jarred you a bit in the opposing serene environment, “Can I ride one of the bikes out next time?” In reference to the bikes your backup dancers rode during the show.

And you simply grinned at her excitement, taking note of the promise of next time. But you made sure to remind her of what had led you two to talking in the first place, “You still owe me a seat at one of your games. I gotta see your stage now.”

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sweetbans29 · 4 months

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Out - CC

Pairing: Caitlin Clark x Reader

Summary: You show Caitlin there is more to love and she shows you the world isn't as scary as it seems (based on THIS and THIS request)

Warnings: none that I can think of - fluff

Word Count: 3.6k

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If someone were to ask you what your spirit animal was, you would say an elephant. Generally not an animal you would think of when it comes to spirit animals but to you it made sense. On the outside, you weren't the smallest - definitely the most built on the team, but on the inside you were loyal, protected your own, and provided an overwhelming sense of stability to those around you.

If you were to ask someone what they thought your spirit animal was, they would probably say something deadly or that lacked heart. But if you were to ask anyone who genuinely knew you - they would speak to your gentle nature.

You weren't a part of the Iowa basketball team but had quickly become friends with Molly who was on the team. She learned quite fast that you really enjoyed keeping to yourself. The two of you met in the gym one night at like 2AM. Molly liked going in that late to avoid anyone bugging her and you liked it for the quiet. Most nights it was just the two of you with the occasional 3rd or 4th person joining. That is what started your friendship - sharing a similar schedule. She was super easy going and never pushed you too far out of your comfort zone.

Being friends with Molly included hanging out with her team. For some reason, they had taken a liking to you and would invite you to all team events which Molly would drag you to. You weren't the outgoing type like Jada and Gabby, but complimented the team well. It was cool being able to hang out with such a fun group and they loved you because you treated all of them with love and respect.

You soon became someone the team would always want around. You would always listen to their problems and make sure they were safe. It was like you became the team's own personal bodyguard.

During games, they would want you right behind the bench. At first, you didn't understand why, but as the season progressed it was evident why they wanted you there. It all started on their first loss of the season.

Kate was typically the one who was able to keep everyone's head on their shoulders but for this game, she was having a particularly hard time doing so. She came over and sat at the end of the bench and you noticed how her demeanor was one of defeat.

You reached forward and gave her arm a little squeeze to comfort her. The second she felt your arm on hers she began to break down. She got up and started walking to the tunnel - coaches yelling at her to get back over to the bench. She just kept walking and you followed her, waving at the coaches signaling you got her (which you have no idea why you did considering you have never talked to them).

Kate is crouched down in the tunnel trying to compose herself but is having a hard time doing so. You weren't far enough in the tunnel to be shielded from the court but in enough that it was ever so slightly more quiet.

You crouch down to her level and grab her arms. You begin to take deep steady breaths which she slowly begins to match.

"I don't get it - it is like they are always three steps ahead of us all the time. Even with Caitlin's play-making, we can't keep up with them." Kate says trying to comb through all the plays that their team had been making.

"You guys have played 4 games in the last 6 days, give yourself a little break. You are tired and worn and haven't had a solid practice in the last week." You say trying to get her to see that it has less to do with their skill and more to do with their exhaustion.

You help her stand and bring her in for a hug.

"As much as you want to win, the only thing that is important now is leading your team and you could do that in your sleep. Don't kill yourself trying to win the battle, focus on winning the war." You say and she nods.

"I see why we have you close by during games," Kate says with a little smile. You smile back and pat her back as she goes to take the court again.

You follow her out and take your seat.

What you didn't see during that interaction was how it drew Caitlin's attention. She watched as you calmed down her best friend and restored her confidence. Caitlin took note of how Kate came back out encouraging the team and ready to finish the game even though it would be a loss on their record. Watching you there only added to the confusing feelings that she was feeling for you.

From then on, nobody questioned your game attendance. The girls would use you as an outlet during games when they would get in their heads. The only one who would rarely come up to you would be Caitlin.

You never questioned it as the girl held herself well most of the time - she was a feisty one on the court but once she sat on the bench would compose herself.

Little to your knowledge, she thinks about you almost constantly now. There have been several times during games that she feels like you would be the perfect person to calm her down but is nervous about showing her competitive side (not that you couldn't already see that on the floor). It wasn't until she was sick during a game and had to play that you decided to take the initiative.

It was an away game and Caitlin had been violently ill. During the game, you could see the toll it was taking on her. You heard her talking to Kate earlier about how she didn't have a choice in playing. There were people there who had paid hundreds of dollars to see her and it was also the game she could potentially break the NCAA shooting record. She was going to play.

Caitlin had an incredible opening half, allowing her to rest a little in the half. She is sitting in one of the chairs with her head in her hands. You weren't even supposed to be back there but you were talking with Molly on the way back.

Seeing her sit there so helpless had you feeling some sort of way. You grab a Gatorade and tap her arm with it.

She looks up at you then at what you are offering her. It takes her a second to register what she is looking at. You take the top off the bottle and pass it over to her. She takes it from your hand and drinks half the bottle - sighing when it parts from her lips.

You put the cap on the bottle and pat her back.

Neither of you said a word but there was a mutual understanding.

The team goes back out and Caitlin struggles. The whole team does. The final score was 79-81, a loss for the Hawkeyes.

When they came back in Caitlin was on one. Saying that their team was better than that and that they should have beaten them. She was right but that doesn't change the outcome. Once she is done going on her rampage, the fatigue sets in.

The team is heading the bus and you can see she stops and puts her hand on the wall to stabilize her. She would never admit to needing help but in this moment - she needed help.

You walk over to her - again not saying a word and wrap your arm around her waist. She leans into you and continues walking.

"You're almost there kid," you whisper to her as you approach the bus.

You guide her to the steps, letting her go up first. Your hands fall to her waist, ensuring she doesn't miss any steps.

As much as Caitlin hates being sick, she is glad she is because no one would question her rose cheeks or burning skin. Both reactions to you helping her.

When you get on the bus, she is hopeful that you will sit by her.

You don't, opting to sit next to Molly which causes the feeling of disappointment to build within no. 22.

Both Kate and Molly notice Caitlin's disappointment, taking mental notes.

Following that interaction Caitlin begins to make more of a point to talk to you and try to get to know you. She talks to Kate about the feelings that she is getting for you and Kate walks her through her first girl crush. Caitlin would always make a point to see how you are doing and thank you for being at their games, even though she still wouldn't come up to you when she needed someone during a game.

One of the bigger turning points that solidified Caitlin's love for you was when you were at the Ohio State game.

It was another Iowa loss, one they probably could have had if there was a little more cohesiveness within the team (not that you were a coach of any sorts). At the end of the game, Ohio students began to storm the floor causing a slight panic in the players to get off the floor.

You saw Caitlin and a few girls started heading back to the locker room and were right behind them when a girl from the crowd came and ran directly into Caitlin.

Caitlin goes flying on the ground and doesn't get up. Within a second, you are by her side. You are crouched next to her with your hand on her waist.

She is trying to refill her lungs with air and she does, grabs her neck.

"Come on kid, we need to get you out of here," you say and you effortlessly lift her to her feet. One of her arms goes around you to stabilize herself while Jada is on the other side helping. You are pushing people out of the way to get her back to the locker as fast as you can. She is walking which is a good sign, but she is grimacing pretty hard.

Once you make it back, you take her directly to the trainers who are there and they check her out. You don't leave her side when they do. Her eyes are closed and she keeps rubbing her head. They give her an ice pack and tell her to wait there until they load up to the bus.

You are sitting in a chair next to the table Caitlin is laying on and are looking at your phone. After the trainers leave, one of her hands comes down and grabs yours.

"Thank you," she says, eyes still closed.

"They shouldn't have let students storm the court like that, that was crazy. Someone better be talking to the school about that - that's just not okay." You say, your protective nature kicking in.

"If you weren't there it could have been a lot different, thank you." She says again.

"You know I am always here, I got you, kid," you say. "I've got the whole team."

Caitlin nods, hoping you would get her hint but you didn't.

Later that week Caitlin is talking to Kate about after the game and Kate sort of puts CC on blast.

"Caitlin, there was absolutely no hint in what you said at all," Kate says with a laugh and Caitlin hides her face in her hands and groans.

"I don't know how to do this," Caitlin says. "I have never tried to hit on a girl before, let alone anyone like her. She is perfect." The last part is muffled but Kate still hears it.

"Also, I never let anyone near me when I am sick or when I'm hurt and she has been there both times. You would think she would take that alone as a hint." CC says.

"Caitlin. That is normal behavior. Anyone looking in would say that is normal friend behavior." Kate is trying not to laugh but can't help it watching her friend figure out how to talk to you.

"What am I supposed to do?" Caitlin practically yells. "I am not going to go straight up to her and be like, 'Hi, I like you, let's go out'. That would be embarrassing."

"Maybe try taking a less subtle approach, like asking her to sit next to you when we are out or do something while we are together as a team," Kate says trying to encourage her best friend.

Caitlin nods.

The next time the team is together, Caitlin make sure to ask you prior if you are going to be there. She tries to be more bold and asks when you are meeting Molly after practice.

When Caitlin comes running up to you before you can walk away with Molly and asks if you are joining the team for their game night.

"Of course I'll be there kid," you say with a small smile.

Caitlin nods and says she looks forward to it. You continue walking with Molly and Cait runs back to the other girls.

Molly laughs.

"What?" You ask confused.

"Nothing - nothing," she says and you guys go to study before heading out to Kate's apartment.

That night Caitlin spends most of her time around you. Whether it is talking in the same group or playing with you in a game. You really enjoyed getting to know the girl and seeing her lighter side off the court. The night as a whole was fun.

As the weeks progressed, you noticed Caitlin was spending more time with you and would often ask for your help with things but didn't think much of it.

What you did notice was how she brought you out of your shell more. Not that you were always in it but you found yourself laughing more and being more involved when she sought hanging out with you. You felt lighter around her.

It was when the team decided to have a night out that Caitlin was fed up with your lack of acknowledging her effort.

The team was out at a bar when you noticed Caitlin hadn't said a word to you all night. If it was three months ago, you wouldn't question her lack of interaction but since getting to know her it had you confused.

You are standing with Molly, Jada, and Kate when you decide to ask if you have done something wrong.

"Did I do something to make Caitlin mad?" You ask. You had no intention of ever making her feel that way but she had been avoiding you so you couldn't ask her directly.

"Are you serious?" Jada asks with a laugh. Molly and Kate just look at each other.

"Wait, she doesn't know?" Jada now is looking between Kate and Molly.

"What do I not know? What did I do?" You say. "if I did something wrong I need to know so I can go apologize." You are now looking around to see if you can find Caitlin.

"I told CC to make it more obvious and she has, I mean the whole team has noticed," Kate says putting her hands up in defense.

"Wait the whole team knows?" You say. "Please just tell me, I need to make sure I didn't upset her. I know she can get really upset and there is no need her for to be stressed because of me."

Molly grabs your shoulders and looks you dead in the eye.

"She loves you dumbass," Molly says.

"I know, I love her too. I thought that was known. I love the whole team, that's why I spend most of my time with you all. And because you sort of force me," you say.

Kate jumps in.

"No, you idiot. Caitlin is quite literally in love with you. Like almost to the point of obsession," Kate says as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

You stand there confused.

"She has liked you for the past few months and thought by hanging out with you more you would figure it out...but by the look on your face it seems like you had no idea," Jada says.

You shake your head no. Caitlin likes you? You didn't even know Caitlin was into girls. Your head was spinning and between the music and the newfound fact that Caitlin likes you, you are overwhelmed.

You excuse yourself and head out the door to get some fresh air. Your mind begins to go back. Yes, Caitlin has been more present with you lately but nothing screamed 'I like you' from any of her interactions. Think harder - you tell yourself. When did that change? Maybe it was when you helped her when she got bodied on the court?

Caitlin is a beautiful woman, she has a kind heart, loves to mess around, and is beyond competitive. Her love for the game did captivate you. And her love for all the young girls she is inspiring does swell your heart.

What are you doing? Of course, you like the girl but why did it take so long to realize?

"Hey, I saw you head out - are you okay?" Caitlin pulls you out of your thoughts.

You turn to face her. Your eyes meet hers and she holds a genuine look of concern.

You step towards her and graze her arm. When you do, the hairs on it rise. Her eyes don't leave yours but you notice how her breath hitches. Your hand drops and she breaks your eye contact looking down at your hand.

She wants to ask why you removed it.

"Caitlin," you begin and her eyes close.

She knows. She knows you know. She doesn't want to see the rejection in your eyes which is why she closed hers. She doesn't know how she could be so dumb. It is not like she could stop her feelings. Caitlin saw the way other girls looked at you, not that you ever noticed but she did. They would fawn over you and it killed her. You could essentially be with any girl so why would you be with her? A girl who didn't even know she was into girls until you came along and showed her there is more to love.

Caitlin tells herself she will not cry and she stands there - eyes closed and holding it together by a thread.

You look down at her and just admire her. She is trying so hard to keep her breathing steady. Her hands are by her side and you can see she is trying to hold it together.

You gently grab her hand and give it a little squeeze hoping she will open her eyes and look at you. She doesn't.

"Caitlin, look at me please," you say in a soft tone. It takes her a second but she finally looks up at you.

"You are beautiful," you say. "Why didn't you say anything?"

She shrugs - this is your first time seeing her insecure.

"This is all new to me," she says. "I didn't know how to navigate the feelings." She looks down.

"Say it." You say, not really sure why you need her to say that she likes you. Her head whips up.

"Please say it," you practically beg. You see her swallow.

"I like you," she says. "I like you a lot. So much that it scares me and I don't know what to do with myself. And if you just had me say that to make fun of me that is so high school and is not cool."

"Caitlin, you know me better than that." You say. "I like you too, a lot."

Finally, a smile breaks on her face.

"Wait really?" She says - her confidence restoring by the second.

You nod with a little laugh.

Time begins to slow and you bring your hand comes up to caress her cheek.

"Can I kiss you?" You ask looking into her eyes once again.

Caitlin doesn't trust her voice and nods.

Leaning in, her eyes close. You stop right before your lips meet hers you stop. You take in the sight of her before closing your own eyes and connecting your lips.

The kiss isn't crazy, it's slow and questioning. Caitlin's hands come to grab your shirt, bringing you closer to her. She wants more but you don't want to rush her and pull away. A little whine escapes her lips and you laugh.

"You're cute," you tell her and she pulls you into a hug.

"Stoppp," she says as she buries her head into the crook of your neck all while trying to bring you closer to her. Your arms wrap around her waist and you lift her up slightly, swinging her side to side.

The two of you decide to spend the rest of the night talking. You find a bench outside of the bar and talk through everything that has led up to this moment and how she thought she was being so obvious. You countered by telling her you are completely oblivious.

The two of you spent hours talking - only stopping when the rest of the team stumbles out.

You and Caitlin follow behind the group. Your hand finds hers and intertwines your fingers. She leans into you with a stupid smile on her face. She wouldn't hide it even if she could.

You see Molly and Kate look back at the two of you.

"About freaking time!" Jada yells.

AN: I tried to do the best of both worlds - hope you liked it! Let me know what you think. And as always, thank you for your love and support 🤍

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miyuhpapayuh · 1 year

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𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞.

The night was finally here, and Simone couldn't be more excited– for many reasons.

She's been praying all week, for exposure that would send her career skyrocketing to the moon.

She'd finally get to show off her Logan original, and who wouldn't wanna be seen with a man as fine as hers!?

Ogling at how the fabric hugged her skin, she finally sat down and slid her feet into the gold heels Anthony gifted her, wrapping the laces around her ankles.

She decided to let Fiona do her hair in the same fashion as Jasmine's half up half down, since she'd fallen in love with it. Fluffing the strands in her ponytail, she lets it fall over her shoulders.

"I look so good.... wow."

"Wow is right." Anthony walks into her room with a red rose in his hand, causing all thirty-two of her teeth to present themselves, in a blindingly-white smile.

"You were supposed to wait downstairs, it was gonna be a surprise." She says, not being able to suppress the smile on her face as he closes in the space between them, placing sweet kisses on her lips.

"Usually, I'm a very patient man, but you've been up here squealing for the last fifteen minutes," he says, while she playfully rolls her eyes and turns back towards her mirror. "I had to see what the fuss was about."

"And, well?"

"You look fucking amazing, babygirl." He wraps one arm around her waist and hands her the pretty red flower. She puts it up to her nose as the rosiness on her cheeks starts to become more evident.

"Thank you. You clean up nice, as well." He was clad in a white dress shirt with a couple of the buttons undone, daringly orange slacks and white loafers.

"Ah, she's being nice to me. Tonight must be very special." He teases.

She tries to turn in his grasp, which he tightens.

"I've been nice to you, before tonight!"

"Only because I ate that pretty pussy of yours.”

The inside of her thighs tingle at the memory.

She clears her throat. "Well, maybe you should do that, more often, hm?" She stares into the mirror, meeting his glazed over gaze.

With that, he releases his tight hold on her, making sure to keep her hand in his. "Let's get you to this event, before we miss it altogether.

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Stepping out of his custom painted, candy green BMW M3, Anthony rounds the passenger side and opens Simone's door, shielding her from the bright lights of the cameras.

Tossing his keys to the valet, he waits for her to hook her hand onto his broad arm and escorts her up the stairs of the W hotel— one of the fanciest places in downtown Atlanta.

"I hope they caught my good side," she jokes as they head towards the elevator.

"You don't have a bad side." He says.

She looks up at him with a raised brow. He looks down and matches her gaze, causing her to look away and laugh.

"Am I lying?" A chuckle intertwined with his question.

"No, no... you're not lying."

They step inside and ride up to the fifth floor. The doors slide open and a gasp leaves her mouth. Pink and black balloons litter the high ceilings, along with gold streamers.

"Wow, they really outdo themselves, every year!" She exclaims.

He nods in agreement.

"Agreed. Last year was nice, but this is better." He carefully helps her down the shiny, black winding staircase to the cherrywood floor.

"Simone!" Jada calls out, waving her hand over her head, trying to get her best friend's attention.

"You hear my name?" Simone glances in different directions as the calling continues.

"Sounds like Jada." He says, looking around now, too.

"Simone! Over here!" The pair turn to their left, finding Jada in a scandalous, red dress. The velvet number clings to her figure like a second skin, with a slit that sits at her right hip.

"Well, damn! I think you might've shown me up tonight." Simone huffs, pulling Jada into a hug.

"I could never! This dress is killing me! I love your hair, too! You look absolutely stunning!”

"Thank you, thank you! You look amazing, sis. Who slayed this hair?"

She flips her burgundy, two-toned hair off her shoulder.

"Obviously, me! You know, I don't let anybody do my hair, besides Fiona, cause she'd literally kill me if I denied her."

"We make her sound scary."

"She is."

Jada smirks as she tilts her head up at Anthony, who squints his eyes at her, in a lighthearted manner.

“Hey, boyfriend!” She sings, making Simone sigh.

"Always nice to see you, Jada. Tell your sister, congratulations, for me."

"I definitely will. How's life been treating you?"

"Oh, it's very sweet, right now." he squeezes

Simone's shoulder. "How about you?"

"Peachy as hell. Tonight's just another cherry on top." Her dimples deepen.

"There's the superstar!" Logan walks up to Simone, immediately stopping herself from gawking at the man behind her.

"Hey, Logan! Wow, this dress is beautiful! Did you make this one, too!?"

"Indeed, I did!" She turns towards Jada with her hand outstretched. "Hi, I'm Logan. I've heard so much about you."

"And, everybody's familiar with the famous Logan!

You're so pretty! I'm Jada." She compliments.

"So are you!"

"Logan, this is Anthony. Anthony, this Logan, the best assistant I've ever had." He shakes her hand.

"It's nice to meet you, Logan. You've got some real talent."

"Oh, the friend,” she drags out, making Jada snicker. “It's nice to meet you, too, and thank you! I appreciate that.”

"Can I get everybody's attention, towards the front?” Rose taps the mic twice, while everyone starts to turn their heads towards the stage.

Her chocolate, sequined dress hugs her curves in all the right places, while the slit that runs up her thigh adds a sultry vibe.

"Wow, it's starting to fill up in here, huh?"

Laughter fills the room, proving how much space it has, as the bass of the sound bounces off the vast walls.

“I wanna thank everybody for doing their part in making tonight happen. It takes so much time to coordinate these things, and I just really appreciate the dedication and hard work that y'all have been putting in, since the year started. I know everybody isn't here yet, but I just wanted to quickly say that."

She waves as everyone applauds.

"She looks so good!" Simone compliments aloud.

"She does! You see the slit?!" Jada excitedly asks.

"I did! I know her husband is loving it."

Simone chuckles, before asking the very question that's been on the tip of her tongue, since Jada called her over.

"Where's Derek?" Jada smiles, before rolling her eyes.

"He's talking to Mark. That man's always got something going on," she rolls her eyes. "I told him that I'd be by the bar when he was done."

Simone stretches on her toes and stares in the direction of the bar, spotting Derek waiting for Jada.

"I see him. Let's head over there." They head through the slight crowd of people and sit along the granite countertop on black barstools.

"Hey, baby." Jada greets Derek with a kiss. "Look who I found!"

"Hey, Simone," he extends a hug her way. "It's nice to see you, again.”

"You, too!" She says, giving him a knowing look. He laughs, before slapping hands with Anthony.

"Wassup, man!” They say in unison, making the girls laugh.

Sitting beside her, he sits it on Simone's knee, beginning to rub circles on her exposed skin.

"Can I get a shot of tequila?” she looks over at him, "you want anything?"

He shakes his head. "I'm good for now.”

Simone grabs her shot and knocks it back, before leaning back into his chest.

“Thanks again for coming with me, tonight.”

"I know how important this is to you. I wouldn't have missed it, babygirl." He kisses her cheek.

"Hello, beautiful people!” Rose greets, placing her cold hands on Simone and Jada's shoulders.

"Hey, boss lady!" Simone responds.

"You look beautiful tonight!" Jada adds.

"Thank you. You two show out every year with these dresses, I see!"

"We all got the memo about the slit, too!" They burst into a fit of giggles. Anthony chuckles at their exchange.

"Who is this gorgeous man, you've got on your arm, honey?"

"This is Anthony. Anthony, this is my boss, Rose." They politely shake each other's hand.

"That's her boo thang!" Jada interjects with a grin on her face.

"Well, it's definitely nice to meet you. I knew there was a source behind this glow." Rose says, knowingly.

"Anything to make her happy. It's nice to meet you, as well.

"Do you mind if I steal her, for a minute?"

"Just as long as you bring her back to me." He smirks as he helps Simone off the stool.

"I promise. Come, dear. I've got something to show you." The pair head back through the crowd, towards the side of the stage, where a gold plaque sits.

"I wanted to show you this. Look in the top left corner."

"Oh my God, Rose! Is that my name?!" She asks in disbelief.

"Of course it is, girl! You deserve it."

"This is huge! Oh wow, this is so huge!" She starts pacing, dramatically.

"I've got another surprise for you.”

“What??” Simone asks, blinking rapidly as she steps back onto the stage, gaining everyone's attention, quicker this time.

"Now that everyone has arrived, I wanna thank everybody again for coming. Now I can share my announcement with you all."

"I've been thinking about how my business has been running for the past three years, and I've been making some slight changes. I'll be opening two new locations in October. There'll be one in California and one in Manhattan. Also, I've decided to finally pick my COO. I'd been sitting on it, because I couldn't picture who was right for this position, but now it's clearer than it's ever been.”

She reaches for the black and pink, hand-sculpted glass A. "It is with great pleasure that I introduce to y'all, Simone Carson." The body of well-dressed people applauds for her.

Jada's mouth falls open as she starts cheering, while Anthony ecstatically claps like the proud beau he is.

Simone, on the other hand, carries her shaky legs up the steps to accept the award. Her widened eyes cause Rose to laugh.

"Really? Me??" She asks, over the noise.

"There's no one else more deserving, dear!" She gives Simone a hug and moves away from the mic, letting her have the spotlight.

She nervously smiles and looks out at the people, as their cheering comes to a slow stop.

"Wow... I don't even know what to say.... thank you," she looks towards Rose. "You have a lot of faith in me and I don't always know what to do with that, because I don't wanna disappoint you, but obviously I'm doing something right!," slight laughter erupts. "I appreciate you for giving me a chance to show my creativity. I probably would've never made it this far, without you constantly pushing me. Thank you so much.”

"We love you, Simone!" Jada yells from the side of the stage, just a few feet behind Anthony, who's got the most impressed expression on his face. More people join in, the applause beginning again.

"I love y'all, too! Thanks, again."

Rose and Simone are escorted down the stairs and off to the side of the stage, where she places the award in security's hands.

"I'm gonna lock it up in the office, just to keep it safe. It'll be in your office tomorrow.”

Simone nods, still in shock. "Thank you.”

"You're welcome. Your friends are waiting for you." She pats her shoulder. "Enjoy the rest of your night. I'll see you, Monday."

"Oh my gosh, congratulations!" Jada rushes over, pulling Simone into a hug that pulls her tears to the surface.

"Thank you! I'm so shocked right now. I would've never guessed that I'd be in this position!"

"You deserve it, girl! You work your ass off!"

"It's true!" Logan pops up. "You deserve it all! I'm so happy for you.

"Ugh," Simone drags her thumbs underneath her eyes, stopping the tears from ruining her makeup.

"Thanks, you guys."

"Awww!" They pull her into a hug, smothering her with their love.

"Ant’s is waiting on you." Jada gets behind her and pushes her towards him. Simone playfully smacks her hands away.

"Cut it out! I'm going." She walks the short distance to him, yelping as her feet leave the ground.

His strong arms hold her up as he places a passionate kiss on her lips, making her head spin as she reaches out to hold his shoulders.

"I'm so proud of you." His voice takes on a husky tone that'll quickly ruin her panties, before the night is through.

He sets her back on her feet, his hands lingering on her hips.

"Thank you, baby." The look in her brown eyes is one he's only seen a couple of times.

"You had no clue, did you?” He asks, laughing as she shakes her head.

"I never thought, in a million years, that a position like that would have my name on it! Like, who am I??"

"A boss. A go-getter. You're everything.” He says, laying it on extra thick.

She smirks. "I'm everything, huh?"

"You didn't need me to tell you that."

"No, but I like the way it sounds, coming out of your mouth." She bites down on her bottom lip.

"You wanna celebrate here or take it back to the crib, because the way you're talking–”

"Relax. You're not the only one that can tease."

She pulls him back towards the bar and orders three more shots of tequila, all of them immediately hitting her bloodstream to give her the buzz she's been craving.

"Can you drink with me, please?"

He lets his shoulders slouch as she orders him two shots of rum. She slides them towards him, cheesing widely as she watches him knock them back, clapping obnoxiously.

“Yay, no more stuck in the mud!” She teases.

"Keep it up.”

"Or what?" She challenges him.

He darkly chuckles. "You'll see.”

As the night goes on, the liquor continues to flow between them, along with the skyrocketing sexual tension.

Popping another shrimp puff into her mouth, her eyes dance across his face. "Let's get out of here."

Without a word, he pulls her up from the stool and leads her towards the elevator, sliding inside before the doors close. She reaches forward to push the button for the first floor.

Completely in their own world and ignoring the other two people inside, Anthony kisses along Simone's neck as she tries to suppress her moans.

The doors open and they practically rush outside, not caring about the millions of flashing cameras going off as they do so.

"Miss Carson, over here!"

"Is this your new beau?!"

"How does it feel to be a COO?!"

"It's feels fucking great!” She slurs at the reporters as he opens the passenger door for her, laughing as she dramatically slides into the seat.

“Let's get you home.”

Unlocking her front door, Simone, less than gracefully, walks through her living area, into the kitchen and pulls the bottle of peach crown royal out of her top left cabinet, twisting the top off.

"It's that type of night, huh?" He amusedly questions, leaning on her white marble countertop.

She responds by turning the bottle up, swallowing some of the strong, yet sweet, poison. Sitting it down, she drags her thumb across her bottom lip.

"This is my celebratory liquor! This calls for it, no?" She smirks as he rounds the counter, closing in the space between them.

"Yes, but I think you've drank enough, tonight." He dips his head into her neck, kissing her hot spots. "Let me show you how proud I am.”

She bites her lip and verbally agrees, squealing as he lifts her off the ground and rushes upstairs.

"Wait, wait!” He sets her on her feet, almost confused, until she turns around and points to the back of her dress for him to unhook it.

"We can't mess up this dress. I may be drunk, but I'm not crazy.... well..."

"I was just about to say,” he starts, but gets cut off by her turning her head to glare at him.

"Your words, not mine." He chuckles, carefully pulling the dress away from her body, leaving her in nothing but the red lace thong that he'd gifted her, on one of their many shopping sprees.

"Mm," a growl leaves his throat, leaving a trail of goosebumps along her skin.

His lips kiss a path down her back, as he kneels down to untie her shoes and help her step out of them.

She sighs as her toes welcome the plushness of her pink carpet, before turning back around to face him.

He picks her up and sits her on the edge of her bed, pulling her small ottoman in front of him and sitting down.

Pulling her drenched thong to the side, he groans at the string of nectar that clings to the fabric.

"Look at this pretty fuckin' pussy,” he breathes, pressing his thumb against her clit, sending her back arching away from the bed.

"Mmm." She tugs on her bottom lip as she stares at him through her low lids. "It's so wet for you.”

"I see," his thumb continues to rub her clit in circles, slowly driving her insane.

"Unh– please..." her hand reaches out to grip his curls, pulling him closer to her core.

"What do you need me to do, princess?" He teasingly kisses her inner thigh, as she rests her legs on his shoulders.

"Eat this pussy, baby."

He glides his tongue over her slit and suckles her clit into his mouth, warranting her soft cries to fill the air.

"Ohh fuck!" Her head falls back into her pillows as she locks her ankles around his neck. He moans at her sweet taste.

"Just like that,” his tongue laps up her slit, repeatedly.

"Mmm... pussy so good, babygirl," he moans against her, making matters worse. He dips his tongue into her drenched opening, slurping up everything she has to offer.

Taking his index and middle finger, he rubs them against her slit and plunges them into her, immediately curving to her spot as his tongue finds her clit, suckling it like his favorite candy.

"You're gonna make me cum!" Her back arches as she grabs his wrist, moaning as he increases his pace and flicks his tongue against her clit.

"I'm gonna cum!-– I'm gonna cum!"

Her hands rub over his head, fighting between pulling him closer and kicking him away.

"Cum for me, baby." He growls against her heat.

Her body caves in as her orgasm rushes through her. Her profane praises fill in his ears as he continues his lashing on her sensitive bud.

"Unh! St— ooh shit, stop!" She pushes his head away and cups her wet core, trying to catch her breath.

Her low, red eyes stare up at him, while he strips out of his clothes, making her throb all over again.

"C'mere,” she beckons him with one finger, pulling him for a juicy kiss, which turns into him stealing her breath as he dives into her.

Groaning against her lips, he stuffs his face into her neck and begins slowly thrusting in and out of her. Her nails scrape along his back.

"Fuck!" She whimpers, "just like that, baby.”

Slightly increasing his pace, his hips begin to roll into hers, making her see stars, on top of the alcohol rushing through her bloodstream.

"You're so deep!" She kisses his ear and wraps her legs around his waist.

"You like that shit," his gruff tone sends a chill up her spine.

“Love that shit, baby,” she moans back, “fuck me!”

Leaning up and placing his hands flat on the bed, his hips begin to slam into hers, deliciously knocking against her spot.

Her body reacts by seizing up, she places her hand at his hip, slightly keeping him back. "Fuck!"

"Take this dick, princess." His hand wraps around her throat, while hers stays glued to his hip.

"I- unh!"

"You what, babygirl? " he teases, pressing his thumb against the front of her throat, a little weakness he'd learned in the first few times they'd had sex.

Her hands travel up to his stomach, pressing firmly against it. He grips her wrists and places both of her hands over her head.

"Keep them up here." He demands, returning his hand to her neck, rubbing his thumb over her bottom lip.

"It's so deep!" Her hands tremble something terrible as her spot is continuously pressed up against by his thick intruder.

"You can handle it," he assures. "Handle this dick, like a big girl."

Her eyes roll back slightly at his words, but the force of him pulling out and jabbing back in to precisely hit her spot sends them all the way back in her head.

"Shit!" Her hands fly towards his waist. He quickly grabs and places them back over her head, leaning closer to her face.

"Keep ‘em up,” he repeats before leaning back up and dipping his hips into her.

Her hands go to her mouth, muffling her cries as she bends away from the bed.

"You look so good, takin' this dick... hands up, babygirl."

Her hands reluctantly leave his skin again, falling just above her head, twitching to push at his waist, instead they tighten their grip on the sheets.

"Why you keep pushin' me away, huh?" Leaning down to hover his lips over hers, his strokes never let up.

Her fluttering gaze makes him smile and kiss her parted lips. "Too much?"

"Yes," her hands find his shoulders, immediately digging into his skin. Taking her hands into his own, he presses them back into the mattress, holding them there.

"It's too much, huh?" He taunts, hitting a little deeper.

"Yes! Ooh shit! Ooh shit!" Her toes curl at the intense pleasure rushing through her body. His lips find her neck, whispering into her heated skin.

"You want me to stop?"

"No! Don't stop!"

"Say it, again."

"D-don't stop,” she whimpers.

"Again."

"Don't stop, baby! I'm gonna cum!"

"Cum on this dick, princess." His strokes speed up, knocking her breath away and pulling a strong orgasm out of her.

Her mouth drops open as she squirms underneath him, digging her nails into her hands as he continues to drill into her.

"Ohh fuck! It feels so good, fuck!"

"That's right, baby," he nips at her skin, "drench that shit."

His name rolls off her tongue as she goes into orgasmic shock, wiggling in his grasp til he releases her.

Cupping her hand over her sensitive lower lips, she doesn't get the chance to recoup as she's flipped over and gripped up by the hips.

Her breath gets caught in her chest as he slams back into her. He grips the front of her throat with one hand as he begins to pound into her.

"Oh shhhit!" Her hand slaps against his stomach as he speeds up. Her back continuously arches at the feeling.

"Shut up." his hand collides with her cheek, leaving it stinging something awful.

"Fuck! Wh--what did I do?"

Wrapping his hand around her ponytail, he yanks her up, his chest pressing against her back.

"Remember all that shit you was talking, princess?... bein’ so fuckin’ bold… huh?” He smacks her ass again, another yelp leaving her.

"Come on, baby... talk yo shit."

"I'm– unh! I'm so-- fuck!" Her nails dig into his thighs as she tries to force her words out, his sped up thrusts doing nothing to help her.

"Say it!"

"Shhhhhit!--I'm s-sorry!" She stumbles, feeling another orgasm creep up in her belly.

"What was that?" He taunts.

"I'm sorryyy! Fuck! I- ooooh, I missed you!" She whines as her body caves in and her fingers latch onto the sheets in front of her.

"I know, babygirl," the smirk is evident in his voice, "I missed your bratty ass, too.”

"I'm cummin'!" A gasp leaves her mouth as she collapses into the sweaty, deep blue cotton sheets.

Continuing to glide in and out of her, he kisses up her back and neck, chuckling at her heavy breathing.

"Shit.... you make such a mess, princess." He mumbles, staring down at the white cream coating his thick shaft.

He was far from done.

Rolling over to turn her alarm off, Simone ends up smacking the phone off the dresser, completely.

"Ugh," she grumbles and turns back in the other direction, laying her head back on Anthony’s warm chest.

She glances up at his face and laughs to herself, at his soft snores. Feeling a kick in her bladder, she's off to her bathroom to relieve it of all the tequila and whiskey, from the night before.

Washing her hands, her fluffy slippered feet carry her back into her room. She bends down to retrieve her phone, rolling her eyes as the alarm that woke her up, was pertaining to her having a conference call for the first steps in the redesign for Allura.

Plopping down on the bed, she places her phone right over his face and snaps a couple of pictures, giggling as he starts to move around a bit.

Latching his hand onto her arm, he lazily pulls her back into his side and kisses her face, eyes still closed. She lays the phone on the dresser.

"Duty calls, this early in the morning?" He asks, soothingly running the tips of his fingers up and down her back.

"Nah, it was just a reminder. I set random alarms to keep me on my feet, today." She explains.

"Yet, you're still in bed," he chuckles as she crawls onto his chest, tucking her face into his neck.

"I don't wanna get up, right now." She mumbles, sighing as he wraps his warm arms around her.

"Come on, boss lady. I'll make you breakfast," he turns his head in her direction to nip at her ear, which makes her flinch.

"You'll make my favorite?" She asks, her face still tucked in his neck.

"Of course, babygirl." He leans his head over to kiss her shoulder. "Cinnamon and strawberry french toast with scrambled eggs."

She giggles as his kisses reach her neck, just milliseconds away from her sweet spot as she reveals her morning face.

"Okay, okay!"

"Thanks for taking my makeup off, by the way. I was out of it."

"It's nothing. As much as I love to listen to you rant about your extensive and expensive skincare, I thought I'd save you, this go-round." He smiles as she stares him down.

"You're an ass."

"An ass, that put yours to sleep."

Cutting into her third slice of French toast, Simone grumbles at the sound of her alarm going off, again.

"You never take off, do you?" Anthony states more than asks, flipping another piece of the egg, strawberry and cinnamon battered bread in the pan.

"I didn't realize how fast this would move! Rose said in a week tops and she meant it!" He laughs at the change in her pitch as she goes on.

"This basically fell in my lap, and like the goofy bitch I am, I decided to take on the fucking challenge." She frowns.

"Quit referring to yourself as such and stop pouting. Look at me," he says, waiting for her gaze to line up with his.

"You're a boss. Bosses get things done— isn't that what you always tell me? I mean, look at what you accomplished last night!”

"Yeah, I know but-"

"No but's, Simone. You got this, and you know you do. I agree, it's a big project, but there's nothing too big for you to handle.

Suddenly feeling full, she mushes the rest of her eggs with her fork, letting her eyes linger on the mountain of man at her stove.

"I wish I believed in me, as much as you do." She chuckles as he nods in agreement.

"Me too."

“Can you show me how much you believe in me? I need a pep talk.” She says, smirking at the words leaving her lips.

“Whatever you need, princess.” He chuckles, hoisting her up from the stool and carrying her over to the sofa.

After a mid-morning quickie that almost clashed with her conference call, Simone rushes into her upstairs office space and closes the door, leaving Anthony downstairs, with a wide grin on his face.

Quickly re-buttoning her shirt, she sits down in her pink office chair and places the phone on speaker.

"Good morning, Miss Carson, are you ready?" A female voice asks.

"Yes, good morning," she grabs her bottle of water and chugs half of it, trying to rehydrate and calm her nerves.

"Alright, let's get started. My name is Sabrina, how are you?"

"It's nice to meet you, Sabrina. I'm doing good, how about yourself?"

"Pleasure's mine, and I'm well. Now, the best place for us to start would be in the front and work our way around and up. I'm thinking maybe, either the lobby or the elevators. Which one works for you?"

"We can start with the elevators. It'll be an inconvenience, but I'd rather knock that out, now.”

"Alright, great. What ideas did you have in mind to give those elevators a facelift?"

"I was thinking cream marble with gold veins on the interior with a mirrored accent wall on the back panel. Also candlelight trim around the floor borders. Also, I need a smooth transition between the interior and exterior of the building, but we can cross that bridge when we get to it," she ends with a soft laugh.

Sabrina is on the other end using her iPad to make notes and sketches of possible end results.

“I like the way that sounds, Miss Carson. Rose did make mention of black marble on the exterior, so I definitely see what you mean about having a smooth transition between the spaces."

What was meant to be a roughly thirty minute conference turned into two hours as the pair continued to share ideas back and forth.

"I can tell this is going to be a lovely partnership,

Simone. You've got some serious style.

"Thank you so much!," she says, accepting the compliment graciously.

"We also heard about you getting the COO position, congratulations!," Simone softly laughs, responding with a second, sweet thank you.

"You're welcome. I think we made a pretty good headway today. The crew will be in on Monday at 9am sharp to start renovations. I'll call if I have any more questions, and don't be afraid to do the same.”

"Will do, ma'am. You have a great rest of your day."

“You too, boss lady.”

As soon as she hangs up, an incoming call from Jada comes through.

Propping her phone up against her folders, she accepts the FaceTime call, shaking her head as a cheery Jada comes into view.

"Good morning!"

"Good morning, chile."

"You disappeared early, last night." Jada gives her a knowing look.

"Sorry, girl. That dick was callin' my name."

"Mmhm. The glow says it all. You look like somebody oiled your fast ass up!"

"Oh, he definitely could!" she fondly sighs and leans back in her chair. "What's up, though?"

"I just wanted to call and bother you, and congratulate you, again! Miss COO! We should celebrate!"

"Yes, we should! You got plans, tonight?" Simone asks.

"I do, now! Let's go to Peach!"

"Alright, what color are we wearing?"

"Hmm... black?, maybe.... pink?"

"Oh God, I gotta go see what I can find, now."

“Yes, cause we finna fuck it up tonight!”

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My media this week (21-27 Jan 2024)

📚 STUFF I READ 📚

🥰 Cat Person (The_She_Devil) - 72K, shrunkyclunks - Bucky's the SHIELD agt tasked with bringing newly defrosted Steve up to speed on the 21st century - there's really hot sex in a secluded cabin PLUS feelings. All around deliciousness.

😊 Dark Carnivals: Modern Horrors and the Origins of American Empire (W. Scott Poole, author; Enrique McGavin, narrator) - interesting, edifying, depressing. Not as much discusssion of the films as I expected/would have liked - like 70% rundown of USian imperial activities of the last two centuries, 30% horror/scifi film discussion. [In hindsight, should have read this in text, as there were passages I really wanted to highlight/quote and the narration was…weird. Voice sound & tone was OK but there were lots of bizarre pauses. Sometimes when reading a quotes from a notable figure, the narrator did do some very credible imitations of Clinton & Reagan.]

😍 Waking Up Slow (odetteandodile) - 44K, shrunkyclunks - single dad Bucky, living in a isolated lighthouse in Canada, finds an amesiac, just-thawed Steve Rogers washed up on his beach… (reread for stucky bookclub, forever fave!)

😊 for a good time, call… (EvanesDust) - 46K, sterek, omegaverse fake-dating - solidly enjoyable

😊 Maurice (E.M. Forester, author; Peter Firth, narrator) - read this for a discord book club, can't believe I hadn't read it before & it's been 30 years since I watched the movie. Forester's language & turn of phrase is amazing.

🥰 And My Love Life Waits for Me (Bittersweet_in_Boston (author); Alaskan_Outsider (artist)) - 62K, shrunkyclunks soulmate fic - satisfyingly enjoyable, not nearly as dark as the tags might make you think

💖💖 +190K of shorter fic so shout out to these I really loved 💖💖

Own Me series (nrnyx) - TW: Jordan/Derek /Stiles, 62K (series) - Stiles gets picked up by husbands Jordan & Derek at the club and what starts as a very hot one night stand becomes so much more. Very werewolfy omegaverse stuff. Hot quality smut but also action-y plot!

Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Goncharov (berlincorpography) - Goncharov (1973): OFC / OFC, 6K - very clever & funny fic featuring disaster lesbians, film criticism & academia

Once Upon a Time (softestpunk) - The Sandman: Dreamling, 14K - just so soft & warm, pure delight! They're both single dads! Falling in love! Dream is a children's librarian!

📺 STUFF I WATCHED 📺

Brooklyn Nine-Nine - s8, e5-10

D20: Fantasy High: Junior Year - "Not All Who Wanda Are Lost" (s21, e3)

D20: Adventuring Party - "I Wanda'd In" (s16, e3)

🎧 PODCASTS 🎧

What Next: TBD - Have Algorithms Ruined Our Culture?

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Whimzeyland

The Sporkful - Deep Dish With Sohla And Ham: Delta Tamales

Today, Explained - Frosty the Tesla

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Slowjamastan

It's Been a Minute - Benny Safdie on 'The Curse' — and performing goodness

Shedunnit - A Reading Life

Pop Culture Happy Hour - 2024 Oscar Nominations

Switched on Pop - Kali Uchis takes on the world

Today, Explained - Modi’s temple grandstanding

⭐ Vibe Check - A Special Conversation with Cord Jefferson

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Buffalo Bayou Park Cistern

Code Switch - What happens when public housing goes private?

ICYMI - The TikTok Joy of Mychal the Librarian

Vibe Check - Heavy Negro Sigh

Culture Gabfest - True Detective’s Coldest Case Yet

Ologies with Alie Ward - Carcinology (CRABS) Part 2 with Adam Wall

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - A Giant Spectacle in Goffstown

Films To Be Buried With - Vincent D'Onofrio

The Sporkful - Deep Dish With Sohla And Ham: Tteokbokki

Off Menu - Ep 218: Jada Pinkett Smith

Twenty Thousand Hertz+ - Into the Huluverse

Endless Thread - The schism at the end of the tunnel

Dear Prudence - My Husband Stopped Using Soap and He Stinks. Help!

⭐ 99% Invisible #567 - The Double Kick

You're Dead to Me - Pythagoras

It's Been a Minute - South Africa's case for preventing genocide in Palestine; plus, why people love cults

Today, Explained - Music’s Pitchfork in the road

99% Invisible - Roman Mars Describes Chicago As It Is

Hit Parade - The Bridge: The Number of the Nominees Shall Be Five

🎶 MUSIC 🎶

Folk Radio • Chill

Pop Radio • Downbeat

Dive Bar Karaoke

"Unholy" [Sam Smith & Kim Petras] radio

Essential New Wave

Melanie Radio • Familiar

My Mix 4 (Jimmy Buffett, Gordon Lightfoot, Jim Croce, Eagles)

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BFCD Black Women in Horror/Monsters & More Masterlist

Black Women in Horror | Final Girls | Slayers | BFCD Monsters & More Masterlists

Izzy Bit |

Old Woman Josie Welcome to Nightvale | Olivia Two Sentence Horror Stories: Teeth

Queenie American Horror Story

Wilhamena Mettle OK Let’s Be Heroes |

Yvonne A Nightmare on Elm Street Series |

Zafrina Twilight | Zoe Head Count |

Children in Horror | BFCD Family Friendly Spooky Season |

*List will be updated throughout October*

#Black Women in Horror #Children in Horror #long post #BFCD Spooky Season #October #BFCD Masterlist #BFCD Black Women in Horror Masterlist #black female characters #monster girls #slayers

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