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I DON’T KNOW HIM!
just found out splendib centaurworld and movie!cole share a VA. imagine being tiger-coded and gay
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logans-chestnuts · 5 years
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As You Are, Part 8*
A/N: Finally posting this replacement part that the Nipple Police deemed too naughty for Tumblr. 
I am also replacing my awful banner with this gorgeous art by @giggleberts. Thank you, dearest!!!!!
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Logan had sneaked away and called you just before your alarm was set to go off again. You only spoke for a few minutes but it reassured you that he was taking whatever you had seriously. This would have been the perfect time to cool things off and reconsider the cons of being together without the incredible heat that existed between you distracting you, but if he was weighing his options, apparently there were more pros than cons at this point.
And you were as infatuated as ever, but now with a little more knowledge of who he was and genuine affection added in to the mix. Logan was unlike any man you had ever met. He was funny, smart, sexy and so inappropriate. You should probably be offended by some of the things he had said to you but he was so damned cute about it. He could charm the panties off a nun with that mischievous smile, and if he added a wink the Mother Superior would probably join in for a threesome.
Yeah, you were in deep and getting deeper.
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The morning flew by. You were busy with work and that was how you liked it. You had sent a few texts to Logan throughout the day but for the most part you had been buried in your cube with headphones on, researching and writing.
You had no plans for the weekend because you hadn’t returned calls or texts all week as you had been completely engrossed in Logan. That would need to change, of course. You had good friends and your life couldn’t be put on hold for a man, he would need to fit in with your friends and…oh my, your family. Could Logan behave around family?
You decided to do some grocery shopping and laundry that night. You couldn’t live on Chinese leftovers forever, though statistically they would spoil before they ran out.
Logan had said he would probably have to go out drinking after meetings as it was a cultural thing, so you figured you either wouldn’t talk to him much or he’d drunk dial you. You were kind of hoping for the drunk dial as you had a feeling Logan was hilarious when plowed.
Your phone rang as you had settled in on the couch with a book and you grabbed it and saw Future Husband. Why hadn’t you changed that yet?
“Hi Logan,” you answered happily.
“Hey, what’re you doing?”
“Reading and doing laundry. How’d you sleep?”
“Lousy. Weird dreams. You doing anything this weekend?”
“Nope.”
“Too bad you’re not doing me.”
“That is too bad. But there’s plenty of time for that when you get back,” you said cheerfully.
“I don’t have to be anywhere for a couple hours. Video chat?”
“I am not having video sex with you, Logan,” you answered matter-of-factly.
Logan laughed. “You know me so well. And we’ve only been together a couple months.”
“Four days.”
“Like I said, couple months and we still haven’t had sex.”
“I bet we have in your mind.”
“Like we haven’t in yours. Remember, I know what a dirty girl you are, now.”
“This is true. You do inspire some pretty lewd thoughts. In fact, I’m guessing that you’re doing one of my lewd thoughts even as we speak.”
“And what do you think I’m doing?”
“Hmmm whatever could you be doing?” you said as if you didn’t know perfectly well what his long, sexy fingers were doing.
“Oh no, gotta say it if you wanna see it.”
“Well, this isn’t video chat. And I wanna see it in person. So I can see up close and personal. And taste.”
“Y/N,” he groaned. “That is so hot. Your mouth has been driving me crazy. I keep picturing your lips wrapped around my cock and I get a hard-on wherever I am. And the way you rubbed your tongue…ughh it felt so fucking perfect.”
“That was just a quickie. Not my best work, to be honest.”
“Then I might die with my cock in your mouth.”
“Like hell. I have a lot of other plans for you, babe.”
“Oh God please tell me,” he said, his voice getting breathless.
“Rather show you.”
“I can’t believe I’m fucking stuck on another continent. Hop a plane. Seriously, I’ll buy you a ticket.”
“Do you know when you’ll be home yet?” you asked hopefully.
“No. Hopefully Tuesday or Wednesday. I need to play fucking etiquette games and they haven’t even told me what the problem is yet. I am so fucking frustrated.”
“I can’t imagine. So you should relax now. Talk to me. About anything.”
“Anything?”
“Yup.”
“Tell me what you’re wearing.”
You laughed and said, “Baggy t-shirt and gym shorts.”
“Panties?”
“Yes.”
“Describe.”
“Logan…”
“Youuuuu said anything. I wanna talk about your panties.”
“Fine. White cotton granny panties.”
“Bullshit, I didn’t see a single pair of white cotton in your underwear drawer.”
“Logan Delos! You went through my underwear drawer?”
“Y/N Y/L/N you thought I wouldn’t?”
“Eh. OK, good point. They’re purple boyshorts.”
“Nice.”
“And you, darling? What panties are you wearing?”
“Ha! I’m not.”
“OK underwear.”
“Still not. I don’t wear them to bed.”
“You did at my house.”
“What would you have done if I slept naked?”
“Run screaming.”
“So I kept ‘em on.”
“That was very considerate of you.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Show me your tits.”
“Not that considerate.”
“It’s almost like you don’t care that I have my hand on my hard cock, stroking it and –”
“Logan!”
“Hmmmm?” he asked innocently.
“Did I mention that you have the biggest cock I’ve seen in person?”
“Noooo,” he groaned. “Good to know.”
“Yeah. You are going to stretch me out, baby.”
“Fuck yeah, you’re gonna be so tight.”
“I’m going to lick, kiss and bite every inch of your body.”
“I can’t wait to eat that pussy of yours. I’m gonna make you beg for my cock.”
“Mmmm how about I beg now?”
“Yeah lemme hear that, baby,” he groaned.
“Please, Logan, please fuck me with your big, hard cock. I wanna feel you inside me deeper than I’ve ever been fucked.”
“Aaahhh fuck Y/N baby gonna fuck you so hard,” Logan moaned, panting.
“I’m going to wrap my legs around you and hold you in me until I cum all over your cock.”
“Oh yeah baby, I wanna feel you cum while I pound that pussy.”
“Then I wanna feel all that hot cum inside me when you can’t take it anymore and you shoot your load in my wet pussy.”
Logan came then with a shout of your name and a series of loud groans.
“Goddamn Logan, you are so fucking hot. I have never wanted a man like I want you.”
“Fuck. There’s a load of cum all over me that says you’re the hot one.”
“I want it.”
“You’re going to get more than you can handle.”
“Now I wish it had been video chat. I want to see. What are you doing to me, Logan?”
“Hopefully making you as fucking horny as you make me,” he said, still a little short of breath.
“Well that goes without saying.”
“I didn’t hear you get off.”
“No, I want you to feel me get off the first time.”
“You trying to get me hard again?”
“You said you had a couple hours,” you answered mischievously. “And I do have this fantasy of riding your cock…”
“Scratch that, I don’t think I’m going to get soft to need you to get me hard again.”
“Mmmmm yummy,” you sighed. You listened to his breathing even out, could feel him relax after his orgasm.
“Was that true? About me being the biggest?”
“Oh God yes.”
“I’ll also be the best,” he said arrogantly.
“Of that I have no doubt.” you replied. “So we’re in bed together, you just came, I’m sure I did…what are we doing?”
“Shower. Possibly shower sex.”
“Then what?”
“I’m not a cuddler, Y/N.”
“You aren’t?” you asked in complete surprise.
“Nope.”
“Thennnnn…what was watching TV on the sofa with my head on your chest? And what was sleeping together without sex?”
Logan didn’t respond for a moment. “Huh. You turned me into a cuddler.”
“Really,” you said skeptically. “You seemed pre-loaded with a cuddle mod when I got you.”
“Nerd.”
“Cuddler.”
“I will cuddle with you after sex, but if you tell anyone I’ll deny it.”
“I can live with that. Nobody else has to know that you’re sweet.”
“Sweet?? Fuck that, I am not sweet. I’m a cold-hearted manwhore,” Logan said, sounding offended. “If you think we’re gonna sync up our periods or something, you got the wrong guy.”
“Um, OK.”
“I gotta go clean up. Call ya back.”
“Ok –”
When your phone rang a bit later you let it go to voicemail. You weren’t in the mood for Logan’s constant resistance to any kind of feelings.
You texted a couple friends and found that they were out at a club celebrating a promotion. You quickly tossed your phone on the table to charge while you went and got dressed for clubbing.
You chose a skin-tight black mini skirt and red draped backless top with criss-crossed spaghetti straps in back and sky high red heels. Your makeup was perfect with winged eyeliner and bright red lippy. Your hair you left down in soft waves.
And just to be a bitch you took a full length selfie in front of your mirror and texted it to Logan with the message, Going out with friends. TTYL.
Logan’s first instinct when he got the text was to throw his phone across the room. Controlling that urge, he looked at you making a kissy face at the mirror and drew the conclusion that you were done with his bullshit. So much for ‘probably.’
Were you going to go find someone and bring him home to fuck because Logan had hung up on you? Logan’s next instinct was to go find someone to fuck and send you a pic. Two can play the selfie game.
Except…he didn’t want to go fuck someone else. You were in his blood, he wanted you. And he definitely didn’t want you fucking anyone else.
L: I’m sorry I was a dick and now you’re going out with your friends instead of talking to me. I deserve it. Have fun. You look beautiful.
You got the text in the back of the taxi on the way to the club. You would rather be home with Logan, or at least talking to him. But you knew that Logan would trample any woman who didn’t stand up to him once in a while. You refused to be a doormat no matter how crazy you were about him.
Y: Not here to serve you. I will have fun. Thanks for the compliment.
L: Babe…I don’t know what kind of temper you have yet, but I know what I’d do here and I’m gonna ask you not to.
Y: I know exactly what you’d do. And you’d send me a selfie while you did it. Right?
L: Yeah
Y: I’m not you.
L: I know
Y: TTYL
“Fuck!” Logan screamed in frustration. Why was this shit happening when he was 10 time zones away? He looked at the time and realized he had to get ready for a barbecue at the Aoki CEO’s home. He wanted to get on a plane and go grab you and drag you off to a deserted island so no other man could touch you or look at you.
He decided he needed to move the etiquette bullshit along. He needed to get home to his life now that he had a chance at one.
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You didn’t have fun. You tried to dance with your friends and had a few too many drinks, even danced with a guy for a minute when he started dancing with you, but when he put his hands on your hips you pulled away and sat back down. His hands were wrong. You only wanted Logan’s hands on you.
You only wanted Logan.
Which was completely impractical and just begging for a broken heart. Why would you fall for the least suitable human on the planet to give you what you dreamed of: someone who would love you and think of you first thing when he wakes up and last thing before he goes to sleep, and all the rest of that romantic crap? He would never settle down with one woman.
It might be time to accept that and put him in the past.
“Hey,” your friend Kate said. “You’ve been quiet tonight. Who’s the guy?”
You smiled a little. Kate had known you since high school. You had roomed together at college and you were as close as sisters. Needless to say, Kate had been through every relationship you’d ever had with you and she could read you.
“I met him earlier this week.”
“And you’re already this sad? Honey, that doesn’t sound good.”
“I know.”
“Who is he? Where’d you meet him.”
You walked outside together so you could hear each other talk and you told her everything, ending with Logan’s diatribe of being a cold-hearted manwhore when you called him sweet, followed by his subsequent request that you not go fuck someone else for revenge.
“Well he sounds like a hot mess,” Kate said after a moment of silence.
You laughed way harder than the joke called for, letting out some of your pent up emotions. Then you walked over to another girl and paid her $10 for a cigarette and came back to a disapproving Kate.
“I’m completely, head over heels mad about him, Kate. I look at him and I see forever. And it’s ridiculous! I’m not like this!”
“No, you aren’t,” Kate said speculatively. “You don’t do impulsive. You never have. But this guy got to you.”
You nodded and said, “I have no idea what he sees in me. I am nothing like any of the women he usually dates. And he says that’s part of what attracted him. And I’m as mean to him as everyone else, so he knows I’m a smartass. He’s gorgeous and smart and funny and sexy and his smile is just perfection. He could get any woman he wanted. And he told me he’s been an asshole to women in the past. What about me would make him change that?”
“What about you wouldn’t? Maybe he sees what I do. You’re beautiful and smart and funny and brave and real! Plus I’m guessing he sees a few things I don’t. Coz I don’t want to have sex with you.”
You laughed a little at her joke.
“Sweetie, you’re more than enough for any man. Any issues that he has are his, not yours.”
“Thanks, but if I want to be with him and he pushes me away, pretty sure that’s about me.”
“No, not really. I mean, you said his family is messed up right?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, we all know boys with Mama issues are nightmares.”
“Ha. Yeah we’ve both had our share of Mama’s boys.”
“But this is the opposite. He’s not running because nobody can love him like Mommy…he’s running before you can leave him, like Mommy did.”
You shrugged, “The results are the same. He runs and bangs any of the dozens of women that are available to him at any given time and I wind up with my heart in a million pieces because I actually care for the jackass.”
Kate put her arm around you and you laid your head on her shoulder. You still didn’t have a clue but at least you weren’t alone.
You decided to head home. Kate stayed outside with you until your Uber got there and hugged you and put you in the car with a promise to come by for coffee tomorrow.
You looked at you phone for the first time since you had arrived at the bar. There were a couple texts from Logan and one had an attachment. You opened the text and saw a selfie of Logan pouting with his lower lip stuck out
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that had the caption, “I’m sorry :(“ and the body of the text said Unsolicited dick pic.
And you laughed.
L: Don’t give up on me yet
Y: Let me know when I should, OK?
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Logan grabbed his phone from his pocket when he felt your text and relief flooded his body. Despite the faux pas of looking at his phone at a social event, he tapped out an answer.
L: Can’t say that I will. I think you’re too good for me.
Y: Don’t be a dumbass. I might love you some day.
L: I got downgraded from pretty sure, huh?
Y: When you get home I’ll let you make it up to me.
L: I plan to. You’ve been upgraded to pretty sure.
Y: Damn, shitty timing for you.
L: I’m sorry. I don’t mean to push you away.
Y: You do a fucking dead-on impression of it.
L: Are you still out?
Y: On my way home.
L: Already?
Y: This guy I really like hurt my feelings and put me in a shitty mood. Didn’t feel like dancing.
L: My girlfriend had a similar issue earlier.
Girlfriend?
Y:  WTF Logan you have a girlfriend??? You fucking asshole. I swear to Christ you keep finding new ways to destroy me. If you can tear me up this much in less than a week then your girlfriend has all my sympathy. Go fuck yourself. I am so done with you.
You powered your phone down and put it in your bag, utterly disgusted with the tears streaming down your cheeks.
L: Jesus Christ Y/N I meant YOU!! You are my girlfriend!!!!
Your Uber pulled up in front of your building and you climbed out and stormed into your apartment. You left your phone on the charger in the living room and then got ready for bed.
Your pillow smelled like Logan. You flung it across the room and slept fitfully without it.
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shireness-says · 5 years
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Playing the Part ch. 8: Before the Parade Passes By
Summary:  As a stage manager who’s clawed her way up from bottom, Emma Swan can handle just about anything thrown her way. But does that include handsome lead actor Killian Jones? A CS Broadway AU.  Rated T. Also on AO3.  Prologue  Ch. 1  Ch. 2  Ch. 3Ch. 4  Ch. 5  Ch. 6  Ch. 7
A/N: Thanksgiving has come early! For the readers, at least. I definitely don’t know anything about parade set-up, so take this with many grains of salt, please.
Chapter title taken from “Hello, Dolly!”
Just to reiterate, this is a Slow Burn. I know we’re all anxious for Emma and Killian to get together, but Emma’s still hesitant since they work together - and especially since she holds a position of some power over him. Plus, her ex keeps reminding her how men are dicks. Hang in there, guys - there is a plan, and the plan is for 20 chapters (unless I accidentally add more again) with a happy ending. We will get there.
Special thanks to @snidgetsafan, always the best beta ever, as well as to @distant-rose for telling me all about New York bowling alleys so I could add in a tiny reference. You guys are my favorites, don’t tell anyone.
Tags: @kmomof4, @winterbaby89, @thejollyroger-writer, @mythologicalmango, @onceuponaprincessworld, @idristardis, @teamhook, @courtorderedcake, @aerica13, @revanmeetra87, @snowbellewells, @searchingwardrobes. If you want to be tagged going forward (or taken off this list - I won’t be insulted!), shoot me a message, and I’ll make it happen.
Enjoy! Let me know what you think. :)
Henry’s birthday this year falls conveniently three days before Thanksgiving, on a dark Monday when there’s no show to pull Emma away from her kid. Well, that’s not strictly true; she has to go in for a few hours so everyone can rehearse their parade performance, but that should start after he goes to school and wrap up before he gets out. It’s not like they’re doing new choreography or anything, just making sure everything is as polished as possible. Regardless, work won’t be keeping her from her kid on his birthday, and she’s grateful for that.
Henry’s birthday party was yesterday, Sunday - 6 boys and 2 girls at the Lucky Strike for bowling, a perennial hit - but Granny’s hosting a family birthday dinner at the diner with Ruby, Mary Margaret and Elsa. It’s a long-standing tradition, and every year Granny makes all of Henry’s favorite foods and a big, gooey chocolate cake as everyone showers the birthday boy with more love than he can handle. Honestly, Neal can stick his bullshit about “real family dinners” up his ass - Henry’s got the best aunts imaginable and Granny’s been there since he was born. If you ask Emma, that’s all the family the two of them need.
It’s so hard to believe that it’s been eleven years since Henry was born. She still remembers his tiny, wrinkly red face like it was yesterday - this little, precious baby, the first thing that was truly hers. Now he’s half grown, his own person, smart as hell and sweet to boot. He’s growing so fast, she can’t help but think as she watches him practically inhale a stack of chocolate chip pancakes, his requested birthday breakfast, and talking a mile a minute in a recap of his party yesterday. Where has the time gone?
Emma remains in an introspective mood much of the day, thinking back on when her little boy was younger. God, he was so cute - not that he isn’t now, but there’s something about that gap-toothed look that was especially endearing. It keeps her distracted at work, but thankfully, there’s not much that requires her undivided attention. Her cast is just running their choreography for Thursday - the opening number, “In Want of a Wife”, should be a hit, Emma thinks - so she takes the opportunity to re-pencil some of the cues in her script that have gotten smudged over weeks of opening and closing the pages. If she has trouble focusing on that, it’s not such a big deal.
The hours fly by, much to Emma’s surprise, and before she knows it, they’re packing up to leave. Emma just needs to send out a detailed itinerary for Thursday, probably print out a stack for good measure, but then she’s free for the rest of the day and can actually pick her kid up from school for once. That’ll be a nice change of pace. Just as she’s making the final edits to her email, she’s startled by Killian’s sudden appearance.
“Fuck, you scared me,” she mutters, eliciting an embarrassed chuckle from Killian to match his suddenly pink-tinged cheeks and the signature scratching behind his ear.
“My apologies, love,” he smiles. “I didn’t mean to scare you. I was just hoping you might give this to Henry,” he explains further, thrusting a carefully gift-wrapped package in Emma’s direction.
Emma raises an eyebrow in question. It’s sweet of him, and certainly generous, but also a little weird that one of her coworkers is sending gifts home for her kid - even if he and said kid are, admittedly, friends-ish. “Should I be concerned about this?”
“Oh no! I don’t think so, at least. It’s just a notebook. For him to write in? I’ve heard so much about how he likes writing and wants to be a playwright, I just thought this would be a nice place to write all those thoughts down,” he babbles. Emma thinks she can detect a thread of nerves in his voice. “Of course, if you think I’m overstepping, that’s completely fine, it was just an idea, the lad had mentioned that it was his birthday and I just thought — ”
“No, that’s fine,” Emma replies, suddenly resolute despite her earlier confusion. Killian means well, and honestly, that is kind of the perfect gift for Henry. “I’m sure he’ll love it. Thanks.”
“Ah, well, it wasn’t a bother in the least,” he deflects, the pink cheeks making a reappearance in a sudden attack of bashfulness.
“Killian. You got a gift for my son. Let me say thank you. Now, what do you say when someone thanks you?”
“You’re welcome,” he parrots back.
“Well done.” While her words could have been taken in a patronizing manner, Jones still grins at her, seemingly pleased with their banter (despite the fact that it isn’t the first time they’ve had this kind of back and forth - or at least Emma doesn’t think so). “Ok, well, I’ve got to meet the birthday boy at school,” she concludes, jerking a thumb towards the general not-here, “but I’ll make sure he gets your gift and knows it’s from you.”
“Thank you, Swan. And a happy birthday to Henry!”
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Henry loves the notebook, of course, telling Emma all about all the stories he intends to write in it. She suspects that Killian will receive the same treatment the next time Henry sees him as well.
The days between Monday and Thursday pass faster than Emma ever thought possible, so fast she wonders in passing whether they ever happened at all - though if her notepads are any indication, they certainly did. Thanksgiving dawns bright and clear but cold, pulling Emma out of her bed earlier than she wants. That’s fine, though; she didn’t really sleep much the night before, too busy running through lists in her head of everything that could go right and especially everything that could go wrong. It doesn’t help that she’d had a late night before she climbed into bed either, having trekked from the theater to Macy’s with the stuff they’ll need for the parade. There’s just a chair and a couple of hedges - not to mention the racks of costumes and boxes of wigs carefully supervised by the costume department - but this gives her a chance as well to check out the space set aside for the cast to get ready. Not to mention, Emma would much rather deal with transport the night before than fighting through the madness Thanksgiving morning. It’s going to be enough of a pain getting to Macy’s this morning with all the crowds milling about; there’s no way in hell she would willingly add bulky equipment to that mix.
The good news is that Henry’s so excited about the whole affair that he all but flies out of bed without needing to be nagged like she’d have to on a regular school day. It’s probably a mistake to give him a pack of pop-tarts for breakfast - lord knows he doesn’t need the extra sugar rush on top of his already excessive energy level. But they’re in a rush today, and she doesn’t have time for much else, not even a bowl of cereal. Robin doesn’t have to work today - performing outdoors for tv crews doesn’t leave much need for a lighting technician and designer - but he’s there with Roland anyways in the section set aside for production members if they want it, and he agreed previously to keep an eye on Henry while Emma works. Hopefully he doesn’t come to regret that.
Emma figures she’ll get to Macy’s before anyone else, but Belle’s already inside, practically vibrating with nervous excitement, and Emma spots Ruby helping a few of the chorus members with their wigs. Though Belle’s still in her street clothes, her hair and makeup are already done, leaving Emma to wonder exactly how long the brunette has been here.
“You alright?” she asks, more in amusement than genuine concern. Belle’s a trooper; Emma has full confidence that whatever nerves are playing through Belle’s head right now, she’ll power through like the pro she is. Still, it feels like the thing to ask when you find a key player in your production bouncing on the balls of her feet like an Easter rabbit who showed up for the wrong holiday.
Belle whips around, eyes blown wide with surprise at Emma’s little interruption. Too late, Emma realizes that their Elizabeth must have been lost in her own little world, and was likely given quite a shock. As Emma pulls a contrite face, Belle’s own visage softens into a slightly embarrassed smile.
“Yes, I’m fine, thank you,” Belle assures. “This is mostly excitement, I promise.”
Emma throws her hands up in the universal sign for backing off. “I can understand that. Just wanted to make sure. Walking in you looked at little…”
“On edge?” Belle offers. “There’s a hint of that as well.”
Emma laughs. “Well that’s fine too.”
“It really struck me last night what an institution this is,” Belle elaborates, hastily adding “And I’m thrilled to be a part of it! But it was a little… daunting, remembering that legacy. And we’re going to be part of that, after today,” she concludes, voice echoing with traces of awe.
“Oh, don’t I know it,” Emma replies, before making an attempt to lighten the conversation. “You should see Henry outside, he’s ecstatic. It’s been helping my nerves a bit, honestly,” she admits, “seeing how excited he is, his conviction that we’re going to be the stars of the whole thing.”
“He’s a good kid,” Belle smiles back. “You’ve raised him well.”
Even if it’s true, even if it fills her with a glowing pride that’s reserved especially for Henry, Emma never knows how to respond to such a compliment, so she deflects. “Yeah, well, he’s right outside with Robin and Roland and a disgusting amount of bagels if you want to borrow him. Steal a little bit of that confidence for yourself, if you need it.”
Belle laughs, seemingly accepting the words as they were intended - an emotional de-escalator. “I just might have to. At the very least, I should go say hi. Right outside, you said?”
“Yep, to the left near the heaters. He’ll be the one talking a million miles a minute.”
“Should be easy enough to find,” Belle twinkles back, offering a final wave as she heads to presumedly find her coat before setting foot beyond the doors.
From there, it’s a blur of preparations and quieting mini-crises that turn out not to be the end of the world. Honestly, her file box is filled with so many random odds and ends at this point, but it’s days like today, where everyone’s common sense and operational memory is clouded by nerves, that those things pay off. Even if it’s her first time at the parade, this isn’t her first rodeo; she’s learned a few things over the years, and how to prepare for so-called disasters is one of them.
Truthfully, she had expected to be talking Jones down from another breakdown the whole while, but he’s surprisingly cool as a cucumber, acting like none of it affects him in the least. Someone ought to be, at least, because Emma is internally freaking out a little bit - not over the actual mechanics of the performance, but over the knowledge of what a cultural institution they’re about to be a part of. It adds a certain amount of pressure, and even if Emma is confident that they can shoulder it with ease, she still feels the weight on all their shoulders.
Miraculously, the performance actually goes well. In fact, if Emma were to borrow a few of Killian’s fancy words, she might say that they pulled it off with aplomb. “In Want of a Wife” isn’t Emma’s favorite number - she prefers the ballroom scenes with their intricate whirling that shows off the costuming so well - but it’s a great introductory bit, and gives a great peek of the characters the audience will come to love, hate, and everything in between. The cast is in particularly fine form this morning; Emma can see Killian shift into Darcy’s uptight persona the moment the makeshift stage is in sight, and Belle exudes the perfect believable combination of curiosity and exasperation at the scheming of Mrs. Bennet and the Meryton neighborhood as a whole. Yes, there’s a few pitch issues - nothing major or particularly egregious, just the normal effects you’d find in temperatures barely above freezing - but overall, she’s quite pleased with their efforts.
Without cues to call or crew members to direct, Emma’s left without much to do during the performance itself. She’s already seen the show countless times, and will likely do so countless times more, so she instead takes the opportunity to find Henry in the crowd to watch his reactions to the action in front of him. In short, Henry looks enthralled, pointing out things to Roland as the four-year-old bounces with an energy only preschoolers can maintain. Emma longingly thinks in passing that she’d love to hear what Henry is saying, but reassures herself with the knowledge that she’ll likely get the full replay when she meets up with him afterwards.
In the meantime, she’ll turn her mind to the work still to come.
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Well done, little brother! his phone reads when Killian retrieves his street clothes, accompanied by an array of celebratory emojis. Killian’s heart swells with pride at his brother's words, even if he does slightly regret introducing the old man to emojis. Lord knows he’ll never get a plain normal text message again.
There had been a general awareness, in the middle of the singing and choreography and concentrating on being as impressive as possible while also frowning ferociously, of the spectacle of the whole thing. Killian had been aware that the roaring sound was the crowd, not just the blood rushing through his ears, though he hadn’t focused on it at the time, too concerned with hitting his marks to allow himself to process much else.
Now though, as he goes to exit the department store and is faced with the full force of the crowd, it’s astounding. It seems the citizens of New York - and likely half the country to boot - have turned out in force, forming a mass of people exuding an almost palpable energy of excitement. It stops him in his tracks for a moment, right outside the revolving door with little awareness of the chill biting his ears.
He’s no idea how long he stands there, really, before he’s suddenly startled out of his shocked trance by a shockingly close voice, jaw snapping shut with a clack.
“Hey, Earth to Killian,” Emma grins. “Did you get lost in there?”
“Aye, maybe a little,” Killian admits with a chuckle. “I didn’t hear you come up.”
“Sorry if I scared you, I’ve been doing that today without meaning it.”
“It’s fine, Swan,” he waves her off. “Did you need something?”
“Oh, no, not at all,” she says, shaking her head in a hasty denial. “You just looked stuck there. Stuck and struck, if you want to play with words.”
“Oh, I think we both know how I feel about playing with words,” he winks.
Emma rolls her eyes, but also bumps into his side companionably, so the expression is rather negated. “Anyway,” she continues pointedly, “I thought I’d come see if you wanted to come watch the rest of the parade with me and Henry. I’m sure he’s got plenty of commentary about the performance.” The last bit is hastily added, as if in justification, but Killian doesn’t need any further convincing.
“I’d love to,” he smiles, attempting to muster every ounce of sincerity he possesses. “Lead on, Swan.”
As promised, Henry is ready with a full recap, stretching longer than the actual performance lasted. Killian catches Robin’s eye over Henry’s wild gesticulating, the lighting designer clearly struggling to hold back laughter as his shoulders shake with the effort.
“If you couldn’t tell, Henry very much enjoyed your performance,” Robin relates in as serious a tone as he can muster, causing Killian to suppress his own snort.
“We’ve got the best spot, you’re going to love it,” Henry assures, completely ignoring Robin’s comment as he grabs Killian’s hand to forcibly force him into a seat. “Have you seen the parade before? I mean, probably not in person - even Mom and I have only done it once when I was, like, five or six, and we missed half of it because we couldn’t get close enough. But we watch it on TV every year! Do you?”
It’s a lot to keep up with, but Killian does his best. “I’ve only seen a little, so this will be like my first time watching it. They don’t celebrate Thanksgiving in England, so Liam and I usually just enjoy the day off and don’t do much.” Honestly, he thinks Liam might sleep through the parade most years, but Henry doesn’t need to know that. Such blatant lack of festivity might break the lad’s heart, he suspects, if the current level of enthusiasm is anything to go on.
“We’ll just have to show you then,” Henry replies decisively, nodding to seal his declaration.
Indeed.
Henry proves to be quite the narrator, providing commentary on seemingly every float or balloon that passes by. Killian is particularly impressed by the balloons, floating far above the street in an almost otherworldly spectacle.
“Spiderman’s my favorite,” Henry offers, “but Mom likes Snoopy best.”
Killian turns just in time to see the woman in question shrug. “What can I say, I like the classics,” she explains. “Except the pilgrims. Those inflated heads are friggin’ creepy, and always look like they’re about to tip over.”
(She’s got a point.)
In the meantime, Henry’s mind finally catches up with some of Killian’s earlier words. “Wait,” he says, “you and your brother don’t celebrate Thanksgiving?”
“No?”
“So you’re not having a Thanksgiving dinner?”
“Not everyone does, Henry,” Emma reminds her son.
“Yeah, but he’s alone on Thanksgiving. That just seems wrong.”
“I don’t know, lad, I wouldn’t call this big crowd alone,” Killian reasons.
“Yeah, but what are you doing after this?”
The lad’s got him there. “Ah… well, I was planning on going home and heating up a bit to eat. Maybe order some Chinese takeout, if I can find a place that’s open.”
Henry stares at him at those words, wearing an expression Killian can only describe as being one of pure horror. “You can’t!”
“I’ll see if I have the makings for a deli turkey sandwich, if that makes you feel any better,” Killian offers to a stunned silence.
“Or you could just come to dinner with us,” Emma offers.
Killian’s head snaps around to meet her eyes. “Oh no, Swan, I couldn’t possibly intrude,” he protests, but Emma’s already waving off his attempts.
“Really, it wouldn’t be a hassle. Granny usually makes enough to feed 20,” she explains. “I mean, let me give her a call to make sure, but I don’t think she’d have a problem with it. If you want to come, that is, I don’t want to pressure you into anything,” she hastens to add, but there’s no need for that.
“I’d be honored,” he smiles.
———
God, what was she thinking, inviting Killian to Thanksgiving dinner?
Well, she knows what she was thinking, totally focused on making her kid happy and wiping that horrified look off his face. Plus, you know, it wouldn’t exactly be a hardship, inviting Jones to dinner. He’s pleasant company, and chatty enough to fit in with all the rest of the maniacs crammed into Granny’s. Plus, he’d already know everyone, Ruby and Mary Margaret from the show and Granny from Emma’s birthday party. It certainly wouldn’t be the fiasco she’s currently inflating it into.
Granny had been more than agreeable to Killian joining them. “Of course he can come,” she said. “He’s a sweet boy. Hell, invite some of the other Thanksgiving orphans in the show if you want, Lord knows we’ve got enough to feed them all. As long as they bring booze to share.”
With Granny’s blessing, Belle had graciously accepted the extended invitation along with Killian, and Emma suspects that if Scarlet ever checks his phone and sees that his little crush is coming, he’ll join in too. Robin already has plans, taking Roland to Thanksgiving with his maternal family - “It’s the least I can do, now that his mother’s gone” - but there’s tentative plans to swing by later for pie, if timing permits.
The plan is to serve the meal at three, so all attending have been sternly instructed by the lady of the kitchen to arrive between two and two-thirty, drinks in hand. Of course, all attending just means their unexpected guests - Ruby and Emma are both expected earlier to help with the meal as needed, though in Emma’s case that mostly means putting stuff other people made into the oven and setting the table. When Granny runs out of things for Emma to stir - seriously, even Henry is trusted to do more in the kitchen - she’s banished to the dining room to act as a welcome committee for whenever their guests arrive.
Honestly, it’s a little too much time spent with her own thoughts. Emma invited Killian for the same reason she invited everyone else - she didn’t want him to have to be alone on for the holiday. That’s it. She doesn’t need to be worried for this, like it’s some date; it’s just a bunch of friends having dinner together. As friends.
That doesn’t keep her heart from jumping into her throat for a moment when Killian shows up at precisely 2:04 in the afternoon with a full bottle of red wine under one arm and an already opened bottle of rum under the other.
“I hope that’s alright,” he says. “The wine was a gift, so I’m not sure how good it is, but the rum is my own so I knew that would be palatable.”
“Yeah, that’s great. We can put those behind the counter if you want. Or back in the fridge, though I don’t really think either needs it, but hey, what do I know? Though they’re probably pretty cold already from the trip here — ”
“I promise, the counter is fine, Swan,” Killian laughs. As he moves to leave them on the laminate top, he leans in to whisper in her ear. “Relax, love. Don’t overthink it.”
“Easy for you to say,” Emma mutters, but Killian doesn’t hear her, already moving to greet Granny where she’s poked her head out of the kitchen.
“Thank you for permitting me to join your undoubtedly spectacular Thanksgiving feast, Mrs. Lucas,” he says with seemingly every ounce of formality he possesses. It’s funny to watch, Emma has to admit, especially knowing Granny and Ruby will disabuse him of that notion shortly.
“Enough of that,” she tells him briskly. “Now set down those bottles and come help, we need an extra set of hands.”
Emma can breathe easier with Killian in the kitchen as she turns back to setting the table. It doesn’t hurt, either, that the rest of the afternoon’s guests start trickling in not long after. Belle manages to arrive not ten minutes after Killian, cheeks pink from the chill, and Scarlet shortly after 2:30 with a case of cheap beer in hand.
Shockingly, it’s Mary Margaret who leaves them waiting the longest, everything but the bird itself already having been set on the table before she finally shows up. Her delay is easily excused, though, as she arrives hand-in-hand with David Nolan and red, chapped lips.
“I knew it!” Ruby crows from the table before smacking Henry in the arm. “Pay up.”
“Are you teaching my kid to bet, Ruby?” Emma calls, trying to infuse her voice with disappointed incredulity.
“Please, it’s five bucks,” she dismisses. “And it was his idea, for the record.”
“Hey Mom, do you have five bucks?” Henry grins across the table, causing a loud guffaw from Scarlet and what Emma thinks was a muffled snort from Killian. Figures.
“Hey, you got yourself into this mess, kid, you can get yourself out of it. This is what you get for betting that Co-Captains Obvious weren’t dating.”
“Oh, I still thought they were dating,” Henry clarifies. “I just thought that they’d hide it until New Year’s.”
That gets the whole table laughing, even Emma, as Mary Margaret tries to sit down with as much dignity as she can muster and a barely suppressed smile on her face. “If you all are quite done,” she says primly, “then yes, David and I have been seeing each other for the last couple of weeks. And I’m very happy about it.” She takes the moment to smile at her paramour, the picture of lovesick serenity. “And he is too. Now, can we start dinner before everything gets cold?”
“Don’t think you’re getting off that easy, girlie,” Granny warns, the affection clear in her voice. “But we’ll put it aside for the moment. Serve yourself, everyone, I’m the cook not the waiter.”
As the room dissolves into laughter and conversation, everyone attempting to grab for their favorites, Emma leans over to whisper in Mary Margaret’s ear. “I am happy for you, you know, all bets aside.”
“Thanks, Emma,” the pixie-haired brunette beams back. “I’m happy too.”
Emma probably shouldn’t be surprised, but despite all the last minute additions, it still feels like a proper family dinner, not the hodge-podge of people it technically is. Of course, Killian is right in the middle of it all, trading innuendos with Ruby, patiently listening to Henry tell about seemingly every past Thanksgiving he’s ever celebrated, and gently ribbing David and Mary Margaret - but mostly David - about their budding relationship. Honestly, she could picture another holiday spent in his company, would welcome it in fact.
(With everyone else too, of course. Purely as friends. Because when you stumble across a good thing, why mess with it?)
———
Killian misses Liam’s first call that night, too busy trying to wrestle the mountain of Thanksgiving leftovers Granny sent him home with into the fridge, and almost misses the second, the device buzzing precariously close to the edge before he executes an impressive dive to snatch the phone off the counter in time.
“Hello?” he manages to gasp out, slightly out of breath from his dramatic grab.
“Am I interrupting something?” Liam asks, amusement coloring his voice. “I just wanted to call and congratulate you on the parade again, but do I need to call back later? Or tomorrow perhaps?”
“No, no, not really. It’s fine. What’s up?”
“‘Not really’? Not to pry, but I thought you were set up for a quiet day in after the parade. Did you have plans I didn’t know about?”
“Not that you knew about, no,” Killian hedges, “but I ended up having a late lunch with some people from the show.”
“Oh? Anyone I know?” Liam asks, a little too genuinely. The bastard probably already knows exactly what happened without even being told. Some days, Killian wonders if there’s some kind of psychic power associated with being a big brother.
“Oh, you know. Belle. David and Mary Margaret - they’re dating now, as it turns out. No one is particularly shocked. Will Scarlet put in an appearance - he’s the one who’s got his sights set on Belle. A few others. Anyhow, did you have an eventful day?” Killian attempts to breeze right over the fact that he spent his holiday with Emma’s family, essentially, but doubts it was very effective an effort.
“Oh no no no, little brother,” Liam redirects, laughing right over Killian’s muttered protest of younger, Liam, younger. “I see what you’re doing. A few others? One of those ‘few others’ wouldn’t happen to be your lady and her boy, would they?”
“Still not my lady,” Killian reminds Liam. Honestly, it’s getting a little old - especially since Liam was one of the voices telling him that maybe it wouldn’t be such a brilliant idea to ask Emma out in the first place. “But yes, they might have been there.”
“Might have been?”
“Ok, they were there. In fact, Emma was the one that invited me. They always spend Thanksgiving, and most holidays I think, with one of the costume assistants and her grandmother. Happy?”
“Quite.” It’s impossible to miss the smug note in Liam’s voice. “So, tell me,” he continues, “how was Thanksgiving dinner?” It’s so easy in Killian’s mind’s eye to picture Liam leaning forward with his chin propped in his hands, the universal sign for sarcastic attention. Wanker.
“No. I’m not telling you if you’re going to be a horse’s arse about it.”
“Oh c’mon, Killy,” Liam wheedles, but Killian’s having none of it.
“No, I’m serious. I appreciate your advice when I need it, but not when I have to deal with your relentless teasing the rest of the time! It makes me not want to tell you things, honestly.”
“Ok, ok, I’m sorry,” Liam concedes. “I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. I’m sorry, younger brother,” he emphasizes, as if to underline just how genuine he’s being. “Would you like to talk about your day - or at least the dinner part of it? I’m a willing ear if you want it. Otherwise, I’d love to hear about the parade.”
Killian considers telling Liam no, flat-out, but the truth is he kind of does want to rehash the day, share his excitement and enthusiasm over his first real Thanksgiving (not the vaguely British facsimile he and his brother half-assed, to borrow a phrase, their first few years on this side of the pond). That doesn’t mean he’s going to make it easy on his brother; no, after the teasing he’s been subjected to, he deserves a little taunting of his own - at least by way of leaving Liam in suspense for a while.
“The parade was amazing, Liam, every minute of it. Watching it on TV doesn’t give you any idea of the sheer spectacle of it all,” Killian says, gushing a little bit despite any intentions he might have had about acting like an adult on the phone. It’s far too late for that; the grin stretching his face at the mere memory of the day’s festivities is proof positive of that. “I must have looked like a fool in the crowd afterwards, just grinning like a madman, but Gods, Liam, I’ve never seen anything like it. Even for New York standards, the crowds were huge, and everyone was just buzzing with excitement. I swear, I’ve never experienced anything like it.”
“Well you were amazing, Killian,” Liam replies warmly. “I’m so proud of you. I’m tempted to go find a YouTube video of the performance and email it to everyone I know, like some kind of obnoxious parent.”
“Well, that seems a bit excessive,” he comments dryly, “but I take your point. It really felt like we were one organism today, you know? All moving as once to execute the best performance we could.”
“Trust me, Killian, it showed. I’ll be shocked if that appearance doesn’t exponentially increase the buzz around the show.”
Killian could drag this out, describe each balloon in detail, exactly where and how they prepared inside of Macy’s, precisely how cold it was to the tenth of a degree with excruciating attention to which specific fingers and toes felt the chill, but he takes pity on Liam instead. He’s behaved, even though Killian knows he’s dying to hear about dinner. “Somehow, the Swans found out that I was planning to go back and microwave a meal in my apartment - Henry insisted we watch the parade together - so they invited me along to their own plans. Which kind of spiraled out into inviting several of the other Brits without plans. It was truly lovely, Liam,” he exudes, really getting into the recounting. “I swear, Mrs. Lucas cooked enough food to feed half of Manhattan. Henry swears she does this every year, and likely didn’t even have to cook any extra when Swan called about extra seats at the table. Though I doubt that last part.”
“Sounds like a regular feast,” Liam comments, chuckling.
“Oh, you have no idea. I missed your first call, and nearly the second, because I was trying to stack all the tupperware I was sent home with into the fridge. What do they call it? Fridge tetris?”
Liam barks out a laugh at that. “Aye, I think that’s the technical term. That much food?”
“That much. And Mrs. Lucas was sending it home with everyone, I wasn’t a special charity case. The whole affair was so lovely, really, I’ve never seen — ” Killian stops abruptly. “No teasing, you promise? Even if you think me some kind of ridiculous lovestruck fool?”
“No teasing,” Liam swears. “Even if you’re carrying on like a lovestruck fool. I’ll sit here and listen attentively and supportively, I promise.”
If they were having this conversation in person, Killian would toss his brother a skeptical look, but since that’s not an option, he plows on ahead. “I really understood the whole thing first-hand for the first time, you know? I mean, you can hear about how this is a holiday for families as much as you want, or see it on television or in the movies, but it doesn’t really sink in until you’re sitting in the middle of it. There was so much sheer affection at that table, Liam. And I’ve never seen Emma so at ease.” He pauses for breath, taking the opportunity to collect his thoughts. “I’m aware that that doesn’t really mean much, considering our relatively short acquaintance, but still. She was comfortable, in a casual way I haven’t previously associated with her. Like that was her place, in some kind of deep and emotional and cliche way. Does that make sense?”
“She looked at home,” Liam supplies, putting the words right in Killian’s mouth.
“Yes! Exactly. I know I must sound silly - this is where the lovestruck fool bit comes in, so please, contain yourself - but it’s nice, being able to discover these new sides to Swan that I don’t see every day. Charming. Wonderful. Some other word more expressive than nice.” Killian stops himself before he gets too far. “I’m babbling.”
“A little bit.”
“Kind of you to downplay it.”
“Anytime.”
They both laugh at that. Technically, the comments break Liam’s vow not to tease him, but their spirit certainly doesn’t, so Killian lets it pass.
“So you had a great day?” Liam asks.
“The best. Enough about me, though, what about you, how was your Thanksgiving? Sorry I didn’t call earlier.”
“Don’t worry about it, brother. My day was much more low-key than yours. Dropped by to have a few beers with a couple other ex-pats from the film, but that’s about it. Honestly, watching you in the parade was the highlight.”
Killian blushes at the words. “You don’t have to say that,” he mumbles, but Liam can probably hear the smile in his voice anyway.
“I only say it because it’s true,” his elder brother promises.
“Thanks, Liam.”
Conversation turns towards more general topics eventually, not that Killian minds. He loves these calls with his brother, even if he was a bit late to this particular one.
“Christ, it must be getting late for you,” Liam finally says. He’s not wrong - they’ve been on the phone for almost an hour, and in that time it’s gotten quite dark outside. “I’ll let you go - I’ll have to be up early tomorrow anyways.” It’s a half-assed excuse and they both know it, especially since Killian is pretty sure he’s the only one who has to work tomorrow.
“Are you sure?” he asks, even though he’s sure of the answer. Big Brother Liam, still trying to make sure little Killy goes to bed on time and brushes his teeth.
“Go on. We’ll talk later,” Liam replies, absolutely certain. Who is Killian to argue with that?
“Alright, well, Happy Thanksgiving, Liam.”
“Happy Thanksgiving, little - younger brother.”
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Dress Up - Part 1
Pairing: Bucky / Female Reader. 
Nothing happens in this chapter just some low key pining.
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Word count:  1419
Warnings: none for this chapter, I don’t think. 
If you find anything just let me know.
Chapter Summary: Nat dresses you up for a mission, at first you’re uncomfortable but you start to get into it. Especially because you’re playing Bucky’s clingy girlfriend.
Notes: I just really loved the idea of Nat playing dress up, and it can be fun to pretend to be someone else even just for a little while. 
Asks for requests, feedback is encouraged, if you want tagging let me know.
You pull the leather jacket closed over your chest and pull down begging it to become a little longer. Clearly uncomfortable in the “disguise”  
 “People are looking for someone easy to look over, if you stand out so much, those looking for you will not see you. It’s perfect. And anyway your ass looks cute in those.” Nat’s hand lightly patted your scantily clad ass, making it jiggle. She laughed and you begged the world to swallow you whole.  
 Nat moves to stand in front of you again her fiery red hair following after, as if a separate being. She grabs the front of the jacket, pulling it open again, exposing your breasts to the cool air. A ripped up top with a deep neckline cut into it, barely covered your chest. She hummed her approval. You just felt exposed. You were sure she hadn’t put Bucky or Steve in anything nearly this ... little.  
 She finished your look with dark eye makeup and a bright blue wig, styled in loose waves. It was all a bit much. Looking in the mirror, however you wouldn’t recognise yourself.  
 You walk out of the room with Natasha. She had on a peach polo and slightly flared jeans, no makeup and a blonde bob. She linked arms with Steve. He was in a lumpy dark green jumper and loose fitting slacks. A pair of sunglasses rested on top of his hair. They looked as if they were bought from Walmart. The pair of them couldn’t look more like a boring suburban couple.  
 Bucky looked good, he was in a denim jacket, unzipped hoodie and loose sweatpants, they hung low on his hips. He had a burgundy red beanie hiding his longer hair and his hands were in his sweats pockets. To hide the metal hand.  
 “I wouldn’t recognise you if you came and punched me in the face, holy cow y/n. You’re disguised enough for all of us” A big smile across Steve’s face his eyes meeting yours. Bucky chuckled, but kept his averted, you pulled at the hem of the shorts again.  
 “You better not do that out there” Natasha’s face was dark and her tone firm. She was in mission mode, no more fooling around.  
 “Ok, you two hang back, keep eyes on us, go get a coffee or something coupley. Steve, you and I are gonna tail the guy. When he stops for the drop, we argue about something mundane, you’re too harsh on the kids, I drink too much, doesn’t matter something that would stop us and keep us close enough. Once the swap is made we follow and pick him up round the corner. This shouldn’t end in a fight. But just in case, keep your weapons close and us in sight. All clear?” There was no question in her voice.  
 “He can’t get away today, keep your eyes up”  
30 minutes later you were watching a very animated Natasha tell a bored looking Steve about the local sights. His eyes dead ahead on the target. You and Bucky and barely strolling on the other side of the street. His right arm thrown over your shoulder, keeping you close to his side. Walking in this position was difficult, but gave you the room to be far behind Steve and Nat, despite leaving the subway station at the same time.  
 The target sat on a park bench on a lawn space, nice and open. Steve and Nat kept walking till they were on a corner. Suddenly they got quite animated all hand gestures and wide movements, as expected, people made sure to look away.  
 Bucky sat down at an outdoor table in front of a cafe, facing the park. You walk inside and order a black coffee for him and a hazelnut cappuccino for you. On a whim, you get a slice of cherry cake and two forks. The waitress keeps her eyes down trying not to stare at your blue hair. She tells you she’ll bring it over when it’s ready.  
 You walk back out and see Bucky sat facing away from you. This would all be so much easier if he didn’t make your heart flutter. Being bold, and hopefully seemingly in character, you walk over and hug him from behind, giving anyone behind you a great view of your ass. His shoulders stiffen under your touch. You lean your head round and kiss him on the cheek. Whispering to him “anything happen whilst I was gone”  
 He seems to relax a little when you’re sitting next to him. You roll your shoulders back and fluff up your hair, beginning to enjoy the bright colour. He still hasn’t said anything. You start babbling away about TV shows and films, bands you like, songs you’re really getting into. Filling up the silence. He grunts along not adding much.  
 The coffees arrive and Bucky’s eyebrows knit together in surprise at the slice of cake.  
 “I know I’m supposed to be watching my weight, but I thought if you ate half of it, then the carbs wouldn’t count.” You smile at the waitress as if to say, “back me up here that logic makes sense” but she scurries away without saying anything.  
 Bucky actually laughs at that. “You know doll, you’re pretty good at this whole air head routine.” He takes a long drink of his steaming coffee, and you wonder how it hasn’t burnt his mouth.  
 “Well your strong, silent type would just come off creepy otherwise.” You wink at him and go back to looking at the Park.  
 The target was still sitting in the same spot, eating a sandwich out of tin foil. Steve and Nat had sat down on a bench, him looking uncomfortable as she appeared to cry.  
 Bucky’s leg starts to bounce, rattling the table lightly. You push your hand hard onto his knee to still it.  
 His eyes snap to you.
 In that moment all you wanted was to run your hand up to his thigh and squeeze, daring him to stop you, but you don’t.  
 “Quit shaking the table, I’m going to get coffee all over me!” You say it loud enough for the people behind you to hear, your tone light and jokey. You squeeze his knee and put your hands back around your coffee cup.  
 “This is taking too long.” Bucky says, his voice barely above a whisper.  
 You sip the foam off your coffee.  
 Another 15 minutes later, and still nothing. The target seems anxious and Bucky isn’t far behind. Nat has ended up on plan B, she and Steve "making up" and eating hot dogs while walking round the park. This was supposed to be a quick thing.  
 The waitress comes back to clear the empty mugs, asking if you want anything else. She’s clear that if we are done, we should leave already. Bucky stood slowly, careful to keep his left hand hidden in his pocket.  
 “How’d you like an ice-cream? If you’re walking no calories” he winked at the waitress and held out his right hand to help you up. You take it and stand.
 He pulls you close by your waist and whispers in your ear, “We’ll circle the Park, can’t be much longer now.” To anyone else it would look like affection. You giggle loudly and swat him away. Wanting to do anything but.
 You walk in front of him making an extra show of how your hips sway, trying to look at least a little enticing. When you stop in front of the ice-cream vendor he comes to stand right behind you. His right arm snaked round you, pulling your hips lightly back into his. His breath lands hot on your neck.  
 The feel of him, the heat of him, the smell of him; you close your eyes, begging he doesn’t notice your heart hammering.  
 “What do you want baby?” his voice is low, as if he meant it for only you, but loud enough for the vendor to hear.  
 “You,” you giggle and turn to kiss his stubbly cheek, “but I have that sooo... Mango and passion fruit sorbet.” You turn to smile brightly at the vendor. Bucky kisses lightly on your neck, his face hidden in the fluffy wig.  
 “And for you, sir?” The vendor seems like a sweet old man, kind eyes. Bucky mumbles something that sounds like nothing  
 “Just mine, I guess.” You say cheerily and fish some cash from your jacket pocket.
Part 2 >
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MELLOW’S MAKNAE JUNE 🍑
Today we celebrate Mellow’s youngest member's birthday, June. We have collected loving messages from her fellow members and friends. We hope that she enjoys her 20th year anniversary with heartfelt vibes and laughter of good friends and family. We would also like to acknowledge her upcoming debut with the four-member group Hyde! Congratulations! We love you dearly @aekure​  ♡
@hwangsia​ said
Hello June ! Mellow's small and not so young maknae~ Crazy how time flies, no? Another year past and you've grown into a beautiful, strong and kind woman and as your leader, friend and wife I couldn't be more proud of you. You went through a lot the past year but you seem to have mastered everything and used all the obstacles life threw you to grow. I love you and have a great day, birthday girl. Or should I say birthday woman now?
@95vii​ said
June! Happy happy birthday! Is this the first birthday of yours I get to celebrate with you? It's special for so many reasons; you are a grown woman now, but to me you will always be our precious maknae that we take care of. I know you are capable of handling anything, even when you doubt yourself, and in those times I will always be here to give you an encouraging word and a hug. I have never had a sibling but to me you are my sister, my family. You are such an important person in my life and you have changed me for the better. Your beautiful, genuine spirit inspires the best in people and you are a true treasure. You take care of all of your friends and all of Mellow - our maknae is so wise and kindhearted! I hope your day is full of beauty and love, and that we can celebrate many more together. I love you! - Juniper
@cluelezz​ said
Hey June lagoon with the booty bum! Today you made the big 20! With the past months living with you (closely making a year) I’m so honored to watch you grow into the woman you are. You are always filled with energy and ready to tackle anything that comes your way. And you do promptly with grace. I hope this day is filled with happiness, love, and unicorns! Please forever stay our sweet maknae and never lose sight of the shinnying light.
@xtoxicomane said
Dearest Junebug, Today is your birthday and as much i would love to be say "it's a beautiful day, the sun is shining" i can't because Juni made me write this 300 years earlier so i don't know how the weather will be on the 19th. Beside that, regardless of how the weather will be outside i hope you have the happiest day of your life! And if you don't, IT'S OKAY! We have the days after to make it up for it. No matter what happens, i'd really love for you to keep that cute smile on your face, always and forever; so i can see your dimples. Always smile, inside and out and be happy because you've got so many people by your side who love you with their whole heart. But this isn't about them, it's about you! Since february 11th when i met you, you've done nothing but made me happy. (except when you stole my damn chips i want them back thanks. jk jk )..  you're such a cheerful person who spreads happiness and good mood all around her, you make other people's lives better with just a simple smile and i'd really like you to see that. You're so precious, don't ever think you're not good enough or worthless because that's a big ass lie. I honestly don't know where i'd be without you because truth to be told, i'm hooked like that damn fish you hooked in Laws of the Jungle. Nonetheless, you're a beautiful woman (i can say woman now you're 20 ok let me live), so cute and sweet, sexy, funny, smart, just perfect. I know you have insecurities, but who doesn't? You're still so young so take your time to discover yourself and see what you like and what you don't, and your true self. I hope you know what you mean to me, and if you don't well here it is: THE WHOLE WORLD. I don't ever want to lose you, i want to see you daily and hold your hand daily because i can't breathe when i'm not around you and i can't stop thinking of you. I love everything about you, from your legs to your head, to your dimples and small imperfections you expose when your face is free of makeup, to the spot on your thigh and to the crevices in your palm, they all make you perfect and so lovable. I don't know if you're aware of this but every time i come see you after a long day, your face lits up and your smile is so big and happy, it makes me extremely happy. Sometimes i feel like my heart could burst out of my chest but i can't just say it because i'm shy. Or how your eyes sparkle after i kiss you or hold your hand or how you have the cutest giggle ever when i call you "cute" or just how your cheeks become this bright pink when i compliment you. You're adorable and beautiful, beyond comprehension. I wish you could see yourself in my eyes to see how much i love you. I'm in love with you, 101% and nobody could ever make me feel the things you make me feel. So HAPPY BIRTHDAY Junebug, I love you with my everything! - Minwoo.
@woominjun said
Your favorite time of the year is finally here, wah. Honestly it scares me how fast time passes, I still remember when you were seven and I remember in detail how we celebrated it too, nothing fancy but I remember that you were really happy that day and from that moment onward I just wanted to make you smile like that everyday. I'm not going to write something long, I will give you something more personal later, but June I really want you to know that I could never even wish for a better sister than you. Everything about you is perfect to me and I'm so blessed to have been given a precious baby sister as you. And remember, to me you will always be my baby sis, no matter how many birthdays pass us by. I love you June, happy birthday.
@maorei​ said
Junnie! Happy Birthday to you! I really hope that you'll have a good year, and good life for sure, but you get my words, hopefully. Let your career as idol shine for the longest time and trust me, with your personality, how kind and trustworthy you are, everything will be fine in your life! We all love you. Your tiny Mao ♥
@hxnryz​ said
Dear June, I remember you were one of the many people to make my birthday the greatest one I can remember, so of course I'd like to make sure your birthday is gonna be just as great — if not better! Even though you don't talk to me as often as I would like, I enjoy the times we get to talk to each other and you've made me laugh (and smile) lots of times during these past months of our friendship. How long has it been, anyway? I can't remember — but that doesn't matter, because relationships aren't measured in time, anyway. Right? Please enjoy your day and smile lots today, I'm sure it won't be too hard considering you have lots of people around you who love you sincerely. Me included! HAPPY BIRTHDAY! — Henry
@ccreepri said
Hey June, I loved you ! Happy birthday. You're so precious and I love that you're very open to everyone and every thing. It's been fun working with you and also watching you grow as a musician for all this time. I honestly can't believe you're a year older and still look like a toddler but I can't wait to share more years with you <3 Love you, -- Yori Oppa
@cosmojnkyu said
Hi June, it’s your meme and forever nsfw friend, COST CO! I wanted to wish you a happy birthday, and hope that you’re having a blast, as well as spending time with your loved ones. June, you know how much you mean to me as a label mate, a sister figure and more importantly someone I could call a real friend. I love you and I only want the best for you. I’m so sorry that sometimes I’m too messy, too noisy or if I ever disappointed you. I swear, I’m working my way up there to be a better friend to you. For this new chapter of your life, I wish that you can find the happiness that you wanted. I wish that you can find someone that’ll make you feel happy, loved, important, and special. Because a girl like you deserves every good thing in this world. I also wish that you’ll have a good career ahead of you. More projects, but also more resting time because I also dont want you to get stressed out, drained from working. Fighting June! For me, every day is special when I’m with you, but nothing is more special to me than the day you came to my life and I’ve been happy ever since. Happy birthday June! I love you so much. I love you to the moon and back, to the whole universe. Cosmic love and kisses.
@kwnxareum​ said
HAPPY BIRTHDAY GORGEOUS!! I'm thankful for being able to be with you on this special day. You're just a breath of fresh air with your bright personality and lovely way of being. I wish all the best for you, I hope you reach your dreams and that you live every day with a smile on your face. You're on the most loveable and dedicated people I know and you should never have a bad day in your life. I'm proud to say I'm your friend and fellow colleague and it's a pleasure to talk to you every day. Never stop smiling and never change June, you're amazing!!
*We would like to think everyone who sent in a message for the lovely June. Even though we couldn’t get around to all who love June, we would still love to thank you! Happy Birthday June!!
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an-outsiders-sunset · 7 years
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West Side Doll
part two
Dallas Winston x soc reader
Y/n’s p.o.v ‘What are you wearing tonight y/n?’ Cherri asked as she did her makeup in my room. 'I don’t know yet can you help me Cher?’ She turned to me smirking, oh god what did I just do. *one hour later* I stood in front of my mirror looking at myself with a proud smiling Cherri behind me. I am wearing a white lace dress that goes to my knees with a blue ribbon around my waist. My hair was curled and placed near my face in a wave and I had on a pair of white Chuck Taylors. 'To be completely honest, I thought I was going to look way worse, thanks Cherri.’ 'No problem, milk chocolate.’ That nickname made me laugh, she called me that ever since I could remember because of my light brown hair. 'Hey you guys ready?’ My brother Randy said knocking on my door. 'Ya you can come in Rand.’ Opening the door he looked at me and just gave me a blank expression. 'What’s wrong?’ 'You look real good y/n but there are going to be a bunch of white trash greasers there and they are going to basically be undressing you with their eyes.’ He said getting mad thinking of the perverted greasers. 'I can stand up for myself Randy, and I don’t think all greasers are that bad.’ Thinking about that one kid in my honors literature class, Ponyboy I think, he was a greaser and he was always very courteous when talking to me. 'Ya that’ll be a day. When a greaser doesn’t look at my kid sister like a piece of meat he can play around with.’ He said still mad. 'I’ll be fine Randy, thank you for caring for me, but I’ll have Cherri with me and I’ll try to steer clear of any greasers.’ 'Ok thanks sis, meet us in the car ok?’ He said kissing my forehead. 'Ok.’ He left to go meet Bob in the car. 'You’re real lucky ya know, having a brother like that. My brother doesn’t give two shits about where I’m at or who I’m with.’ She said looking at me. 'Well don’t fret Cherri cause I give three.’ And with that I walked out the door to Bobs car with Cherri laughing behind me. *at the drive in* 'I’m done with you, Bob! You promised you wouldn’t get drunk!’ I heard Cherri yell at Bob as I started walking away from the scene. 'Come back Cherri, come on I’m not that drunk.’ Bob slurred back. 'Why don’t you just agitate the gravel and leave me alone!’ She yelled catching up with me. We walked to the seats towards the back side of the drive in. We found a couple empty ones and occupied two. 'I just, I just don’t know what to do with him! He gets slammin drunk and he isn’t fun when he’s like that.’ Cherri said sighing. 'Listen, Cher, you aren’t his mom, you shouldn’t have to worry about him like this it isn’t good for you. Do what you want, it’s ok to be selfish sometimes and if Bob drinks himself to his grave you can be there to say I told you so.’ I said seriously looking her in her in the eyes. 'Thanks y/n. Glory, how did you get so smart so fast?’ She said chuckling. 'Well my brother isn’t too stupid I guess I got it from him.’ I said laughing. We turned to the movie in silence as we took in what was happening.
Dallas’ p.o.v
'Where is this broad?’ I asked getting frustrated that we couldn’t find her among the sea of cars. 'Oh there I see her. Wow she’s a real good lookin broad Dal.’ Two-bit announced looking at a girl with her head turned away from us sitting next to a red head broad. 'How do you know, you can’t even see her face man?’ I asked looking at him. 'I just can.’ He said still staring in her direction. 'Ok well then lets go I ain’t waiting any longer for this broad.’ I said making my way towards her and her friend. On our way there Two-bit ran off somewhere so it was just Pony, Johnny and I. We took the three seats behind them with me on the edge directly behind her. I still hadn’t seen this broads face but she did have real nice hair man. 'Care for a cancer stick, we can die together?’ I asked cockily as I leaned forward closer to her ear. She jumped slightly then turned around, glory man, to say I was surprised was an understatement. She had these amazing big green eyes and bright red lips. She just shook her head no then turned back around. This broad man, this is just getting better and better. 'Aw come on baby don’t be like that. All I’m trying to do is be nice.’ I whispered into her neck. I could see her slightly stiffen but relax and turn back to me. 'I said no the first time, I’m not saying it again.’ She said lookin at me real annoyed. Her voice man was perfect too, I mean she sounded almost angelic. I am so glad I agreed to this man, plus her brother is going to hate this. She turned and noticed Pony siting next to me. 'Hey Ponyboy right? Nice seeing you outside of school.’ So she can be nice. 'Nice seein you too Y/n’ Pony said courteously. 'Wow you talk. Hey tell me somethin broad, is it true you’re a real good dancer? Maybe you can give me a private dance sometime to prove it to me.’ I said smirking. Steve mentioned somethin about her bein a good dancer. 'In your dreams. And I’m not a broad.’ 'Oh so you’re a feisty one. I like em feisty.’ I said the last part whispering into her ear. I felt her slightly shiver at our close proximity but played it off quickly. 'Do you not have anything better to do then annoy us?’ She asked annoyed fully turning around to face me. 'No, not at the moment doll. Say, you want somethin like a Coke or some popcorn or me?’ I smirked at her once again, seeing her get frustrated with me then turn away. 'A Coke it is then. I’ll be back baby.’ I said as I coolly walked away.
*Y/n’s p.o.v*
This guy man, he won’t give it a rest. God, he’s annoying and vexing and…oddly intriguing? Am I really think about this guy like that. He seems tough, maybe guarded, but then again who am I to say that. Oh would you look at that, he’s back. 'Here ya go doll.’ He said handing me a Coke with a sly grin. I’d be lyin if I didn’t say the way he called me doll didn’t made me blush. 'What’d ya want with me any way?’ I asked wanting to get to the bottom of his weird behavior. 'A date. And if you don’t enjoy yourself I’ll leave you alone. For good.’ He said looking at me with the cockiest face I’ve ever seen. 'If I say yes, will it make you stop now?’ I ask considering the proposal. 'Only if I get to sit next to you right now and put my arm around you.’ He said grinning triumphantly. 'Fine but no funny business.’ I said giving in. 'Really Y/n, your gonna go with a hood like Dallas Winston? I thought you were smarter then that.’ She butted in giving me the, we’ll talk later, look. 'Stuff it Cherri, at least he won’t be bothering us.’ I said looking over at her with a defeated face. This Dallas guy came and sat right next to me making Cherri move. And just like he negotiated, he put his arm around me and got real close to me. This should be fun. *after the movie* Getting up ready to leave the drive in and Dallas, I walk over to Cherri pulling her along with me as we made our way back to the car. 'Wait!’ I turn around to see Dallas chasing after us. 'What?’ I asked getting impatient. 'Ill see you at the Dingo tomorrow night at 7:00. Wear somethin pretty baby.’ He smirked again as he began to walk off the opposite direction. 'What did I get myself into?’ I asked, looking towards Cherri. She just laughed and went, 'Cmon he can’t be that bad.’ She said emphasizing that. 'Let’s just hope your brother doesn’t find out.’ She said laughing again. 'You’re helping me get ready tomorrow. You are in this just as much as I am.’ I laughed along with her going to find Randy and hopefully a sober Bob.
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spoiledsplendid · 5 years
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2019 Academy Awards Fashion Critique
It was the biggest awards night of the year for show-business. This year we saw lots of common trends in what the celebrities wore: capes, sparkle, shades of pink, the return of pants and men in velvet tuxedos. More than any other awards show I’ve seen, the celebrities came dressed well. Some played it safe, but lets take a look at who shone bright (and the few who didn’t).
BEST
Awkwafina -  She looked badass in this perfectly tailored DSquared2 sparkly pink tuxedo. The oversized bow at the neck gave it some interest. The tossled hair and light makeup were perfection. Chopard jewelry was the perfect icing on the cake. 
Melissa McCarthy - Melissa never looked better than in this feminine take on a tuxedo. The white and black satin caped outfit with tuxedo pants hits all the right notes. If I was going to be picky, I would have gone with a slimmer cut on the leg, but now I’m knit-picking. She looks elegant and gorgeous and very on-trend.
Octavia Spencer - Octavia was glowing in this glittering blue Christian Siriano gown. The colour was perfect on her. She looks relaxed and ready for a win. Her hair and makeup are great. Loves it!
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Michelle Yeoh -She looks exquisite in this nude and metallic gown by Elie Saab. The dress has so much detail that I could look at it for hours and it moved so lovely on the red carpet. Jewelery was the best of the night - the Chopard drop diamond earrings were mesmerizing and her cuff was monumental.  Make-up beautiful, hair was meh. Clutch by Roger Vivier. 
Angela Bassett - Angela wowed in this hot pink Reem Acra gown with dramatic bow detail. The “Black Panther” star brought plenty of drama to the red carpet. Pink was certainly the colour of the night. The oversized bow would usually bother me, but because its far enough away from her face, it doesn’t distract from the look. The rest of her styling was on point.
Jennifer Hudson - Seriously - she looks better and better everytime I see her. Jennifer looked fantastic in this asymmetrical red Elie Saab couture gown. Wearing red on the red carpet is always a risk but the colours are different enough that it photographs well. The ruffle and scallop details give the look a romantic feel. Hair and makeup flawless.
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Constance Wu - This pleated marigold custom Versace gown was the talk of the red carpet. Constance wore this off-the-shoulder pleated dress with a light cape detail. Stunning hair and makeup. Her Atelier Swarovski jewelry were eye-catching - earrings were an incredible statement piece. 
Emilia Clarke - I loved this purple shimmery sculptural Balmain gown. Emilia looked gorgeous in this color. Of course diamonds are the perfect touch to add a bit more sparkle and she chose the perfect lip shade. Emilia has the potential to be a fashionista and hopefully we’ll see her take more risks in the future.
Stephan James - This amazing custom Etro red velvet tuxedo set the bar for men’s fashion for the evening. While I disliked the white patent boots and would have gone with black, he is young enough to pull it off. The oversized bowtie and lapel pin made him stand out on the carpet. 
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Mark Ronson - Mark looked dashing in this Maison Lancel shawl tuxedo with white piping details. The oversized velvet bowtie gave the look a bit more of a relaxed feel. And I want to steal his Roger Vivier shoes right off his feet. You a size 11 Mark?
Gemma Chan - Someone brought the drama to the Oscars in this hot pink Valentino parachute dress. It floated as she glided down the red carpet. The high collar and sleveless details add to the stunning design of this dress. One of the best looks of the night.
Helen Mirren - Helen looked sexy and playful in this vivid pink Schiaparelli gown. The hidden layers of colour gave the dress different colouring at different angles. And Helen’s diamond wreath necklace was everything!
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Amy Adams - l enjoyed Amy in this Versace gown. It fit her perfectly and showed off her assets. The pattern was interesting and this is how you should do white on a red carpet. No one is hearing wedding bells with this showstopper! And I love that she was dripping in platinum and diamond jewelry courtesy of Cartier. 
Rachel Weisz - I was shocked to see Rachel in this red rubber Givenchy couture dress. While I love the sexiness of the dress, I thought the innocent schoolgirl styling of the headband and hair didn’t work with it. But I love the mini cape and the rubber detailing on the body of the dress. The color is perfect for her and I think its a great fashion moment, from the ears down.  Jewelry by Cartier
Jason Momoa & Lisa Bonet - Both in Karl Lagerfeld in couture Fendi. They looked exceptional matching in dusty pink. I think Jason outshone his beautiful wife in the tuxedo, they both wanted to pay homage to the late Lagerfeld. I loved the fact that they colour-coordinated but can someone please tell me why he is wearing a scrunchie on his wrist?
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Emma Stone - Emma has been disappointing me at several of this seasons events but not tonight. I love this sequinned maroon Louis Vuitton column dress. The diamond pattern was unique and the shape was memorable. 
Jennifer Lopez - Her Tom Ford mirrorball inspired dress was beyond words. Tom Ford hasn’t been dressing as many celebs this awards season - but when he does, he does it well. This was the perfect dress for Jennifer and her figure. Her hair and makeup (as always) were flawless.
Allison Janney - Allison looked glamorous in this Pamella Roland velvet tuxedo-esque gown. It shows of her sleek frame and height and photographs well. Black is always a safe choice on the red carpet - especially dripping in Chopard jewelry (enough that warrants having a dedicated bodyguard alongside her). You can tell Allison fells comfortable and pretty - and what more could you ask for?
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Lady Gaga - The newly single Gaga turned heads in this black Alexander McQueen with leather gloves. But its very possible that you missed the dress because you were blindsided by the 128 carat canary diamond she was wearing around her neck. The ‘Tiffany’ diamond was last worn in 1967 by Audrey Hepburn for a photo shoot and its the third time this necklace has ever been worn. While I wouldn’t have normally paired a yellow diamond with this dark dress, Gaga lightened the her look with platinum hair and fresh light makeup. An iconic look for years to come - classy and edgy. 
Krysten Ritter - This is how you dress a baby bump. She looked crazy beautiful in this figure hugging Reem Acra lace dress. Stunning.
FAILS
Regina King - Ok - this is a beautiful Oscar de la Renta dress but the overall look was too bridal for the red carpet. There was nice detailing along the hip over the slit. But the Chopard jewels and Louboutins weren’t enough to save this look. But please let me know where you’re registered at.
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Tina Fey- Tina looked like she was in a bridesmaid’s dress…which is not surprising that this is custom Vera Wang. Her hair and makeup are gorgeous. The colour is lovely on her but the rest is a snoozefest.
Charlize Theron - This backless baby blue Dior couture gown could have been a hit, but it mostly looked uncomfortable. The mock turtleneck and pointed shoulders with long sleeves just seemed overdone. I can’t tell what the fabric is - but it looks poly and itchy (though hopefully it isn’t). The Bulgari necklace is fab - hair and makeup look fine. Overall forgettable. 
Maya Rudolph - Dress was too big and swallowed her up. The matching dress and cape detail were just too much. The pattern is too busy. But at least I know who took my grandmothers’ old curtains.
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Laura Harrier - Beautiful girl but the styling was all wrong. The baby blue Louis Vuitton dress and matching shoes derailed quickly. The ruby and emerald statement necklace and the green eyeshadow and red nails all clashed with the softness of the dress. I would have changed the shoes to a silver metallic heel to add some interest. And the dress itself, while ok, looked a bit too much like a prom dress. 
Yalitza Aparicio - This Rodarte dress was pretty but not what we would expect for a best actress nominee. Rodarte is an incredible designer and they should have helped her find a dress that would help her make a statement. Sadly, no one will remember this one. 
Brie Larson - While this Celine (by Hedi Slimane) dress is beautiful, it makes the pale Brie look like ghostly. Had the hair been darker and the makeup more prominent, MAYBE this could have worked. But if Beyonce wore this to the Grammys, she likely would have been best dressed. Sorry Brie. 
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Glenn Close - Glenn was way over-the-top (I can’t believe I said that!) in this  Wes Gordon for Carolina Herrera (4 million beads and weighs 42 pounds) gold capped dress. The dress had over 4 million beads and weighed 42lbs. It also was the envy of Liberace’s ghost.
Linda Cardellini - Well who doesn’t love a mullet dress cut down to the navel?!?! This pink Schiaparelli should be burned immediately. If not sooner. It’s so bad. And before you fire your stylist, please take them for an eye examination first. Thanks.
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As You Are, Part 8
 Pairing: Logan x Reader
Warnings: Language, Smut
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Part 7
Logan had sneaked away and called you just before your alarm was set to go off again. You only spoke for a few minutes but it reassured you that he was taking whatever you had seriously. This would have been the perfect time to cool things off and reconsider the cons of being together without the incredible heat that existed between you distracting you, but if he was weighing his options, apparently there were more pros than cons at this point.
And you were as infatuated as ever, but now with a little more knowledge of who he was and genuine affection added in to the mix. Logan was unlike any man you had ever met. He was funny, smart, sexy and so inappropriate. You should probably be offended by some of the things he had said to you but he was so damned cute about it. He could charm the panties off a nun with that mischievous smile, and if he added a wink the Mother Superior would probably join in for a threesome.
Yeah, you were in deep and getting deeper.
The morning flew by. You were busy with work and that was how you liked it. You had sent a few texts to Logan throughout the day but for the most part you had been buried in your cube with headphones on, researching and writing.
You had no plans for the weekend because you hadn’t returned calls or texts all week as you had been completely engrossed in Logan. That would need to change, of course. You had good friends and your life couldn’t be put on hold for a man, he would need to fit in with your friends and…oh my, your family. Could Logan behave around family?
You decided to do some grocery shopping and laundry that night. You couldn’t live on Chinese leftovers forever, though statistically they would spoil before they ran out.
Logan had said he would probably have to go out drinking after meetings as it was a cultural thing, so you figured you either wouldn’t talk to him much or he’d drunk dial you. You were kind of hoping for the drunk dial as you had a feeling Logan was hilarious when plowed.
Your phone rang as you had settled in on the couch with a book and you grabbed it and saw Future Husband. Why hadn’t you changed that yet?
“Hi Logan,” you answered happily.
“Hey, what’re you doing?”
“Reading and doing laundry. How’d you sleep?”
“Lousy. Weird dreams. You doing anything this weekend?”
“Nope.”
“Too bad you’re not doing me.”
“That is too bad. But there’s plenty of time for that when you get back,” you said cheerfully.
“I don’t have to be anywhere for a couple hours. Video chat?”
“I am not having video sex with you, Logan,” you answered matter-of-factly.
Logan laughed. “You know me so well. And we’ve only been together a couple months.”
“Four days.”
“Like I said, couple months and we still haven’t had sex.”
“I bet we have in your mind.”
“Like we haven’t in yours. Remember, I know what a dirty girl you are, now.”
“This is true. You do inspire some pretty lewd thoughts. In fact, I’m guessing that you’re doing one of my lewd thoughts even as we speak.”
“And what do you think I’m doing?”
“Hmmm whatever could you be doing?”
“Oh no, gotta say it if you wanna see it.”
“Well, this isn’t video chat. And I wanna see it in person. So I can see up close and personal. And taste.”
“Y/N,” he groaned. “That is so hot. Your mouth has been driving me crazy. I keep picturing your lips wrapped around my cock and I get a hard-on wherever I am. And the way you rubbed your tongue…ughh it felt so fucking perfect.”
“That was just a quickie. Not my best work, to be honest.”
“Then I might die with my cock in your mouth.”
“Like hell. I have a lot of other plans for you, babe.”
“Oh God please tell me,” he said, his voice getting breathless.
“Rather show you.”
“I can’t believe I’m fucking stuck on another continent. Hop a plane. Seriously, I’ll buy you a ticket.”
“Do you know when you’ll be home yet?” you asked hopefully.
“No. Hopefully Tuesday or Wednesday. I need to play fucking etiquette games and they haven’t even told me what the problem is yet. I am so fucking frustrated.”
“I can’t imagine. So you should relax now. Talk to me. About anything.”
“Anything?”
“Yup.”
“Tell me what you’re wearing.”
You laughed and said, “Baggy t-shirt and gym shorts.”
“Panties?”
“Yes.”
“Describe.”
“Logan…”
“Youuuuu said anything. I wanna talk about your panties.”
“Fine. White cotton granny panties.”
“Bullshit, I didn’t see a single pair of white cotton in your underwear drawer.”
“Logan Delos! You went through my underwear drawer?”
“Y/N Y/L/N you thought I wouldn’t?”
“Eh. OK, good point. They’re purple boyshorts.”
“Nice.”
“And you, darling? What panties are you wearing?”
“Ha! I’m not.”
“OK underwear.”
“Still not. I don’t wear them to bed.”
“You did at my house.”
“What would you have done if I slept naked?”
“Run screaming.”
“So I kept ‘em on.”
“That was very considerate of you.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Show me your tits.”
“Not that considerate.”
“It’s almost like you don’t care that I have my hand on my hard cock, stroking it and –”
“Logan!”
“Hmmmm?” he asked innocently.
“Did I mention that you have the biggest cock I’ve seen in person?”
“Noooo,” he groaned. “Good to know.”
“Yeah. You are going to stretch me out, baby.”
“Fuck yeah, you’re gonna be so tight.”
“I’m going to lick, kiss and bite every inch of your body.”
“I can’t wait to eat that pussy of yours. I’m gonna make you beg for my cock.”
“Mmmm how about I beg now?”
“Yeah lemme hear that, baby,” he groaned.
“Please, Logan, please fuck me with your big, hard cock. I wanna feel you inside me deeper than I’ve ever been fucked.”
“Aaahhh fuck Y/N baby gonna fuck you so hard,” Logan moaned, panting.
“I’m going to wrap my legs around you and hold you in me until I cum all over your cock.”
“Oh yeah baby, I wanna feel you cum while I pound that pussy.”
“Then I wanna feel all that hot cum inside me when you can’t take it anymore and you shoot your load in my wet pussy.”
Logan came then with a shout of your name and a series of loud groans.
“Goddamn Logan, you are so fucking hot. I have never wanted a man like I want you.”
“Fuck. There’s a load of cum all over me that says you’re the hot one.”
“I want it.”
“You’re going to get more than you can handle.”
“Now I wish it had been video chat. I want to see. What are you doing to me, Logan?”
“Hopefully making you as fucking horny as you make me,” he said, still a little short of breath.
“Well that goes without saying.”
“I didn’t hear you get off.”
“No, I want you to feel me get off the first time.”
“You trying to get me hard again?”
“You said you had a couple hours,” you answered mischievously. “And I do have this fantasy of riding your cock…”
“Scratch that, I don’t think I’m going to get soft to need you to get me hard again.”
“Mmmmm yummy,” you sighed. You listened to his breathing even out, could feel him relax after his orgasm.
“Was that true? About me being the biggest?”
“Oh God yes.”
“I’ll also be the best,” he said arrogantly.
“Of that I have no doubt.” you replied. “So we’re in bed together, you just came, I’m sure I did…what are we doing?”
“Shower. Possibly shower sex.”
“Then what?”
“I’m not a cuddler, Y/N.”
“You aren’t?” you asked in complete surprise.
“Nope.”
“Thennnnn…what was watching TV on the sofa with my head on your chest? And what was sleeping together without sex?”
Logan didn’t respond for a moment. “Huh. You turned me into a cuddler.”
“Really,” you said skeptically. “You seemed pre-loaded with a cuddle mod when I got you.”
“Nerd.”
“Cuddler.”
“I will cuddle with you after sex, but if you tell anyone I’ll deny it.”
“I can live with that. Nobody else has to know that you’re sweet.”
“Sweet?? Fuck that, I am not sweet. I’m a cold-hearted manwhore,” Logan said, sounding offended. “If you think we’re gonna sync up our periods or something, you got the wrong guy.”
“Um, OK.”
“I gotta go clean up. Call ya back.”
“Ok –”
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When your phone rang a bit later you let it go to voicemail. You weren’t in the mood for Logan’s constant resistance to any kind of feelings.
You texted a couple friends and found that they were out at a club celebrating a promotion. You quickly tossed your phone on the table to charge while you went and got dressed for clubbing.
You chose a skin-tight black mini skirt and red draped backless top with criss-crossed spaghetti straps in back and sky high red heels. Your makeup was perfect with winged eyeliner and bright red lippy. Your hair you left down in soft waves.
And just to be a bitch you took a full length selfie in front of your mirror and texted it to Logan with the message, Going out with friends. TTYL.
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Logan’s first instinct when he got the text was to throw his phone across the room. Controlling that urge, he looked at you making a kissy face at the mirror and drew the conclusion that you were done with his bullshit. So much for ‘probably.’
Were you going to go find someone and bring him home to fuck because Logan had hung up on you? Logan’s next instinct was to go find someone to fuck and send you a pic. Two can play the selfie game.
Except…he didn’t want to go fuck someone else. You were in his blood, he wanted you. And he definitely didn’t want you fucking anyone else.
L: I’m sorry I was a dick and now you’re going out with your friends instead of talking to me. I deserve it. Have fun. You look beautiful.
You got the text in the back of the taxi on the way to the club. You would rather be home with Logan, or at least talking to him. But you knew that Logan would trample any woman who didn’t stand up to him once in a while. You refused to be a doormat no matter how crazy you were about him.
Y: Not here to serve you. I will have fun. Thanks for the compliment.
L: Babe…I don’t know what kind of temper you have yet, but I know what I’d do here and I’m gonna ask you not to.
Y: I know exactly what you’d do. And you’d send me a selfie while you did it. Right?
L: Yeah
Y: I’m not you.
L: I know
Y: TTYL
“Fuck!” Logan screamed in frustration. Why was this shit happening when he was 10 time zones away? He looked at the time and realized he had to get ready for a barbecue at the Aoki CEO’s home. He wanted to get on a plane and go grab you and drag you off to a deserted island so no other man could touch you or look at you.
He decided he needed to move the etiquette bullshit along. He needed to get home to his life now that he had a chance at one.
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You didn’t have fun. You tried to dance with your friends and had a few too many drinks, even danced with a guy for a minute when he started dancing with you, but when he put his hands on your hips you pulled away and sat back down. His hands were wrong. You only wanted Logan’s hands on you.
You only wanted Logan.
Which was completely impractical and just begging for a broken heart. Why would you fall for the least suitable human on the planet to give you what you dreamed of: someone who would love you and think of you first thing when he wakes up and last thing before he goes to sleep, and all the rest of that romantic crap? He would never settle down with one woman.
It might be time to accept that and put him in the past.
“Hey,” your friend Kate said. “You’ve been quiet tonight. Who’s the guy?”
You smiled a little. Kate had known you since high school. You had roomed together at college and you were as close as sisters. Needless to say, Kate had been through every relationship you’d ever had with you and she could read you.
“I met him earlier this week.”
“And you’re already this sad? Honey, that doesn’t sound good.”
“I know.”
“Who is he? Where’d you meet him.”
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You walked outside together so you could hear each other talk and you told her everything, ending with Logan’s diatribe of being a cold-hearted manwhore when you called him sweet, followed by his subsequent request that you not go fuck someone else for revenge.
“Well he sounds like a hot mess,” Kate said after a moment of silence.
You laughed way harder than the joke called for, letting out some of your pent up emotions. Then you walked over to another girl and paid her $10 for a cigarette and came back to a disapproving Kate.
“I’m completely, head over heels mad about him, Kate. I look at him and I see forever. And it’s ridiculous! I’m not like this!”
“No, you aren’t,” Kate said speculatively. “You don’t do impulsive. You never have. But this guy got to you.”
You nodded and said, “I have no idea what he sees in me. I am nothing like any of the women he usually dates. And he says that’s part of what attracted him. And I’m as mean to him as everyone else, so he knows I’m a smartass. He’s gorgeous and smart and funny and sexy and his smile is just perfection. He could get any woman he wanted. And he told me he’s been an asshole to women in the past. What about me would make him change that?”
“What about you wouldn’t? Maybe he sees what I do. You’re beautiful and smart and funny and brave and real! Plus I’m guessing he sees a few things I don’t. Coz I don’t want to have sex with you.”
You laughed a little at her joke.
“Sweetie, you’re more than enough for any man. Any issues that he has are his, not yours.”
“Thanks, but if I want to be with him and he pushes me away, pretty sure that’s about me.”
“No, not really. I mean, you said his family is messed up right?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, we all know boys with Mama issues are nightmares.”
“Ha. Yeah we’ve both had our share of Mama’s boys.”
“But this is the opposite. He’s not running because nobody can love him like Mommy…he’s running before you can leave him, like Mommy did.”
You shrugged, “The results are the same. He runs and bangs any of the dozens of women that are available to him at any given time and I wind up with my heart in a million pieces because I actually care for the jackass.”
Kate put her arm around you and you laid your head on her shoulder. You still didn’t have a clue but at least you weren’t alone.
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You decided to head home. Kate stayed outside with you until your Uber got there and hugged you and put you in the car with a promise to come by for coffee tomorrow.
You looked at you phone for the first time since you had arrived at the bar. There were a couple texts from Logan and one had an attachment. You opened the text and saw a selfie of Logan pouting with his lower lip stuck out that had the caption, “I’m sorry :(“ and the body of the text said Unsolicited dick pic.
And you laughed.
L: Don’t give up on me yet
Y: Let me know when I should, OK?
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Logan grabbed his phone from his pocket when he felt your text and relief flooded his body. Despite the faux pas of looking at his phone at a social event, he tapped out an answer.
L: Can’t say that I will. I think you’re too good for me.
Y: Don’t be a dumbass. I might love you some day.
L: I got downgraded from pretty sure, huh?
Y: When you get home I’ll let you make it up to me.
L: I plan to. You’ve been upgraded to pretty sure.
Y: Damn, shitty timing for you.
L: I’m sorry. I don’t mean to push you away.
Y: You do a fucking dead-on impression of it.
L: Are you still out?
Y: On my way home.
L: Already?
Y: This guy I really like hurt my feelings and put me in a shitty mood. Didn’t feel like dancing.
L: My girlfriend had a similar issue earlier.
Girlfriend?
Y:  WTF Logan you have a girlfriend??? You fucking asshole. I swear to Christ you keep finding new ways to destroy me. If you can tear me up this much in less than a week then your girlfriend has all my sympathy. Go fuck yourself. I am so done with you.
You powered your phone down and put it in your bag, utterly disgusted with the tears streaming down your cheeks.
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L: Jesus Christ Y/N I meant YOU!! You are my girlfriend!!!!
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Your Uber pulled up in front of your building and you climbed out and stormed into your apartment. You left your phone on the charger in the living room and then got ready for bed.
Your pillow smelled like Logan. You flung it across the room and slept fitfully without it.
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Part 9
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