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vroomvroommbtch · 2 years

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Quite miss home - Michael Italiano x fem!reader

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Summary: A lifetime of friendship also meant a lifetime not being something else. It also means a lifetime missing each other, until they decided to just stop and give it a try.

Pairing: Michael Italiano x fem!reader

Warnings: Oh the sadness and the angst. Also swearing and tears.

Word count: 5.2k

A/N: I’m obsessed with writing childhood friends to lovers oneshots? Yes. I’m planning to stop? Nah. Just bare with me, kiddos. Hope you like it.

Quite miss home.

To say she ran to him as she saw him waiting at the airport was an understatement. To say she spent her good five minutes hugging him was another one understatement. And to say she could have stayed there in the middle of the airport, with her arms around his neck and her feet in the air was nothing but pure truth. She even left her bags forgotten on the floor besides them, but she couldn't care less about it. Her tote bags, her carry-on and the small bag right over it were on the floor in a second, but it wasn't as important as Michael. Nothing was as important as him at that moment. Not in the airport, not in UK and not even in the world.

She thought at some point she'd get used to Michael being far away and seeing him counted days in the whole year, but it wasn't the case. Not even after not seeing him for two years straight made her get used to the distance. So after four months since the last time they saw each other, she couldn't help but throw herself into his arms, whispering in his ear that she missed him more than anything in the world.

It wasn't a lie. It really wasn't a lie, but she didn't get the courage to say why she missed his best friend so much. She had been trying to find the courage since she was a teenager, but it never happened so she just kissed his cheek and murmured a little 'Ciao, cara mia’ while she found once again the strength to not kiss his lips that were just inches from hers. And she really had to keep it together as Michael kissed her nose and murmured another ‘Ciao Bella’ before he finally put her down on the floor.

But they never let go of each other, not even when she was finally standing on her own two feet and carrying her bags. While her tote bag was on her right shoulder, her left arm was around his waist, and while Michael took care of her carry-on, his right arm was over her shoulders, keeping her as close as possible. That's how things were. That's how things always have been since they were kids. Since she met Michael at school when they were just nine years old, they have somehow turned inseparable and it never really changed. Not in High school, not in university, and not even later.

The only thing that really put them apart was Michael moving to Europe, which was nothing but unfortunate for her immense crush on him. It was unfortunate and it also broke her heart, but he never knew and she never blamed him. But she blamed herself for it. For twenty two long years she had more than one chance to tell him. Damn, she could have told him every single day since they met, but then she thought about losing him, and throwing the idea out of the windows sounded more logical.

She wasn't going to let a silly crush ruin her friendship with her best friend, so every single time she decided to bit her tongue and act like there wasn't butterflies in her stomach when his skin touched her, when he smiled at her or when his face was centimeters away from hers like it was that day at the airport.

But the butterflies never went away, especially not when he grabbed her hand and laced their fingers on the back of the taxi and during the whole ride from the airport to his place, or when he kissed her knuckles from time to time as they talked while she looked at the city through the windows. It all just got worse with time. Michael made it worse by existing. He made the butterflies make an absolutely disaster inside her. He made her brain get all dizzy. He made her heart race so fast that it felt like it was going to jump out of her chest, like in some cartoon that they used to watch when they were kids. He made her feel so much love that sometimes she had no idea how she would ever get over it. She really had no idea how she was ever going to get over him.

It was worse when they finally reached his apartment. As soon as they left her things by the door, his arms were around her again. But this time he didn't pick her up like in the airport; this time she just rested her head against his chest, closing her eyes as she enjoyed the feeling of just being there with her favorite person. She just enjoyed the feeling of being in his arms after months of missing every single thing about him, from the way he smelled to the way he felt and the way he would kiss her head and stroked her hair in their hug.

It was in those little moments when she would wonder if maybe she could have a chance. In those little moments when she would feel Michael smile against her head and squeeze her a bit tighter, just because, that was when she couldn't help but wonder if one day they could be something else. But then she wanted to slap herself in the back of her head, breaking her own heart again, remembering that if nothing happened in twenty-two years, then nothing was going to happen. No when they had chance after chance after chance to cross that barrier.

'You're lucky he's still your best friend' was what she whispered to herself time after time, and every single one of those times, she held onto him a bit tighter, until two handfuls of his shirt didn't seem to be enough. A kiss on his chest didn't seem enough, but that's all they got to do before Michael broke their little silent encounter, saying that he was sure she wanted to take a shower. 'That's the first thing you always do after a flight, so go on,' he insisted, but she didn't answer. She wanted, God, she needed to after all those hours of traveling, but she didn't want to let him go. And almost as if he could read her mind, Michael took her hand, made her follow him to his bedroom as he dropped an 'I'm making us lunch while you get in there, so don't be in there forever'. Of course he knew about the showers after trips. Of course he knew about her taking forever in the shower. He always knew. After two decades and too many travels together, he knew how she hated to smell like airports and planes. After two decades of being in each other's homes until it felt like their own home, he knew about her bad habit. Michael knew everything except the only thing he should know.

With a kiss on the forehead, Michael left her in his room for a second as he went to grab her stuff and brought them to her. She knew better than to say no to coach Michael, so she nodded, letting him give her everything she might need for the shower even when she knew perfectly fine where things were around his apartment. She said yes to everything Michael told her, even if it was the same words he would say every single time she was there. Normally she would tell him that she knew, but it has been so long since the last time she was there that maybe Michael was right on repeating them. It was so long that maybe he changed the towels to another place, or his shirts were in another drawer. Thanks to the pandemic and lockdowns and restrictions, she hasn't been there since 2019, so it was somehow nice to know it was all in the same place.

Normally she would hate to admit when Michael was right, but this time she had to admit she needed that shower. It wasn't about feeling dirty after such a trip, but more about the fact that she needed a second to put herself back together. She needed a second to breath something that wasn't his perfume, even if it was impossible considering she decided to use his things in the shower instead of hers. Her excuse was being too lazy to look for them, but in reality, she just loved smelling like him. She loved it, and she always saw how Michael smiled as he smelled it, too. She always thought Michael found it funny, but she always wished there was another reason behind that smile.

What she also wished for was to stop thinking about him for a damn second. She knew it was impossible because it was his place, but she couldn't take him out of her head. Even under the water all she could think about was how amazing it would be if somehow Michael walked through the door and joined her, but clearly, he didn't. There was no way on earth he would do such a thing, just like there was no way she would like her.

With a mix between disappointment and sadness, she walked out of the shower, put on the shirt that she stole from his closet, and went straight to the bedroom. The idea was to lay down for a minute and then go back to the kitchen with Michael, but as her body touched the bed, her brain started again. This time she couldn't help but wonder the same thing as in the shower, asking herself how it would be if suddenly Michael joined her there even if just for a minute.

Maybe the planets aligned. Maybe every single one of her wishes was finally heard. Maybe that was her lucky day because unlike in the shower, this time Michael did walk into the bedroom and sat down right beside her, looking down at her with a tiny smile on his face. He looked so happy and so handsome that he took her breath away and left her tongue-tied. She had no idea what to do or say, so the only thing she did was raise her right hand to touch his cheek as she smile back at him.

They were always close. They never really knew what personal space was. Maybe it was the fact that kids normally don't know what that is and they grew up playing and hugging and just laying over each other. Maybe it was the fact that they held each other in all the bad and good moments of their lives. Maybe it was the fact that their love language was somehow touching each other, even if just for a second. But whatever the reason was, that day, it felt different.

Michael kissing her hand and stroking her cheek felt different, but what felt especially different was the way he laid down and placed his face on the crock of her neck. He didn't say a thing to her; he just did it, and she couldn't help but hold him as close as possible. She hugged him, running her fingers through his short hair and tracing lines all over his back like she'd done hundreds of times before.

The other thing that was different was his hands around her body. Hugging wasn't weird for them, but when his left hand went under her shirt to stay in her lower back, and especially when his right hand went to her hips, she left the goosebumps appearing because it was different. It felt like Michael didn't care about the fact that his hand was resting over the material of her panties as his thumb stroked her skin. It seemed like he didn't really care she was wearing just her panties and one of his shirts. And if Michael didn't care, she didn't either. In fact, she couldn't be happier about it. She couldn't be hornier about it. The fact that she could feel him breathing against her neck was killing her. The sensation of his hands over her body and how amazing it felt against her was a beautiful torture. How incredibly good he smelled wasn't helping either, so it turned her into a big, horny disaster.

Like in the bathroom, she asked her lucky stars to make Michael do something more than that. Maybe it was to ask too much from the universe, but having him on top of her, their bodies pressed together and his arms firmly around her wasn't enough. She needed more. She needed something that would give her the courage she needed to open her mouth to say she wanted him like that every single night.

She was supposed to tell him during that trip. She promised herself she was finally going to have the courage to tell him because she needed to. But not even in that moment did she have the heart and the courage needed to ruin that friendship. No after twenty-two years. No after having Michael as one of the only constants in her life. No when she spent most of her life with him by her side. And especially no when she didn't even remember what life was like without him.

She had to learn by force to live without him by her side and to see him through a screen, but he was always there. He was always a text or a phone away. He was always going to be there for Christmas. That's why the idea of spending a lifetime without him at all was way scarier than spending a life not being able to love him from close. She could learn to deal with the fact that he was never going to be hers, but not with him not being her anything. That's why she settled for being his friend when she wanted them to be all that and more. That's why she settled with giving him a kiss on his forehead when all she wanted to do was kiss his whole face and end up in his lips.

That's why she did nothing when she wanted to do everything to him. That's why she did nothing when she wanted to do everything for him.

That's why she had to let him go when Michael murmured against her neck that lunch was ready and getting cold.

Things didn't get any easier after their little cuddle session in bed. It didn't get easier to be around him during or even after lunch. They talked about their families, jobs, friends and plans as if they didn't text every single day. They chatted about how she was still visiting his grandma and how she was still learning Italian with her. They talked about the new guys at her work and how they were two idiots who thought Formula 1 wasn't a sport for women. They talked about what they were going to do in those two weeks, she was going to be there and they started making plans for the Holidays and January. They talked about everything except why they ended up cuddling in bed, so she decided that not asking was going to be better for them and their relationship. All she did was stroke his cheek as she thanked him for making lunch, insisting that it was awesome, but that it especially tasted like home.

After a little discussion about who was gonna clean the dishes -and Michael dragging her away from the sink, which ended with his hands right under her shirt again- that ended with both of them splashing water to each other as they laughed till their bellies hurt, then came nap time. It wasn't his nap time; it was her nap time. The shower, plus having her stomach full and finally be relaxed made her start to yawn before Michael even finished cleaning the kitchen. She was too exhausted after the trip and not being able to sleep for more than a couple of hours, so she decided to take a little nap. The thing was that she decided to take it on the couch right besides Michael. She could have taken the big empty bed in the bedroom, but she didn't want to, saying she didn't want to sleep on her own. She wanted to stay with him, so she decided to lay right beside him as Michael worked on his computer.

It took her no time to fall asleep. It took her no time when she was hugging Michael and he was kissing her forehead from time to time as he read whatever he was reading on the screen. It wasn't hard when she was the comfiest she had been in months. But the particular thing wasn't how easy she felt asleep, but the way she woke up. She had no idea how much she slept since her phone was forgotten somewhere in the kitchen, but she couldn't care less. No when Michael somehow fell asleep too.

When she woke up Michael was asleep, his right hand wrapped around her shoulders, but his left hand resting right over her ass. She could have moved. She knew she needed to move, but instead she played asleep again, waiting for Michael to wake up again. Instead of moving away, she snuggled closer to him, hiding her face on his neck in the exact same way he did earlier with her. In that moment she started to wonder how the hell she was going to be able to sleep under the same roof, knowing that he was going to be so close yet so far.

The deal was as simple as her crushing on his couch for the two weeks she was going to spend there. She wasn't going to rent an Airbnb as long as he was sleeping in his bed and she was staying on the couch, without any insistence on switching places or anything at all. It was as easy as insisting that she fit perfectly on the couch, but that not even his legs would fit there. Even during their facetime call she could see the frown on his face as he accepted the deal, not happy at all knowing she was probably going to be more than uncomfortable. That was the thing with Michael since they were kids, he'd rather sleep on a wet floor if it meant seeing she was comfortable. He would do anything at all if that would put a smile on her face and that was one of the reasons why she loved him so damn much. That and the fact that she was absolutely in love with him since she was 16 and she started to really understand what really being in love was. That's why, at the beginning their deal sounded cool, but now just to think about two weeks of spending every single hour with him made her want to explode.

That was their deal, but now she was absolutely regretting not making a joke about them sharing the bed, just to see his reaction and his answer. But none of that really mattered at that moment. Everything could be fixed later, but what couldn't be fixed -or at least not there- was how terrible horny she was again. Their legs were tangled, making them a mess of limbs that made Michael end with one of his legs between hers, and she couldn't stop thinking about easy it could be to ride it right there. Their chests were together and she was sure Michael was going to be able to see through her shirt how hard her nipples were. Damn, she was sure that if he paid attention, he was going to be able to heard her heart racing inside her chest.

It was when she heard the first thunder that she decided that she didn't care anymore. It was when she heard the first drops of rain outside that she decided that if something was gonna happen then she was gonna let it happen. She wasn't going to push it, or that she promised to herself. But promises could be broken, and she did break hers.

She tried to resist the temptation. She tried to be good. She tried to act like a normal friend, but her face was resting against his neck. Her lips were almost touching his skin. He was so damn close and he felt amazing and he smelled so good that it was intoxicating. Maybe she really did get intoxicated; that's why she decided to press one almost imperceptible kiss against his neck.

If everything went to hell after that, at least she would die with the memory of being able to kiss his neck once, which was more than she thought she would ever do. She could live and die with the beautiful memory of how good and right it felt to kiss his skin, and even if it was wrong, it felt absolutely right. She had no idea why she thought it was a smart choice. She thought that maybe he wasn't going to wake up. She even thought that she could go away with it, but she didn't.

Her heart stopped and skipped a beat when she felt Michael moving after she did it. For a moment she thought that she absolutely fucked it up and that he was going to run away, but he didn't. She thought that Michael was going to ask what the hell was she doing, but he didn't. Instead, he hugged her tighter, letting a little and almost silent whimper leave his lips.

"We'll have to reschedule dinner out. Its looks like Noe's arc is about to pass around the corner at any time" she whispered, in desperate need to act like nothing really happened. Maybe he was asleep. Maybe he didn't feel the kiss. Maybe she didn't ruin their friendship for a stupid idea.

"You'll be here two weeks, Buttercup. We can go to have dinner any other night" he whispered in his sleepy voice, which didn't really help to how she was already feeling. Neither did the kiss he gave her on her forehead. "I'll make dinner, don't worry"

"Tell me you've ice cream for dessert or I'll be sad"

"Why would I have ice cream?" he asked in the most serious tone, making her doubt for a second. He always had ice cream when she was around. He always made sure to have the stuff she liked when she came to visit, but maybe this time was an exception. "I'm joking. I got all your favorite stuff"

It was her turn to go move to slap his chest. She has been doing it since they were fourteen. The first time it happened was when he told her a terribly bad joke and she laughed because it was funny. but she also slapped him, making Michael give her his best puppy eyes as he said he was sorry. After that moment, the really bad jokes were responded with that playful slap, but this time this was different too. As soon as her hand rested against his chest, Michael grabbed her hand and brought it to his lips, kissing one by one her knuckles. And just when he was done, he rested their joined hands against his chest, not letting her hand go off hiss.

"Thanks Mikey"

"There's nothing to thanks" he insisted, kissing her temple before he kept talking. "Hey, remember our lunches when we were kids?"

And how she could ever forget. "I do. Your mom used to put Reese's buttercups for dessert every Friday. That's when you started to call me Buttercup" she smiled, thinking about those memories, feeling like somehow it happened yesterday and not over two decades ago. She remembered perfectly little Michael sitting right beside her, talking about how he was going to play some sport over the weekend, all while she talked about her plans to go to some museum. The funny thing was how, over two decades later, things were still the same. She loved museums, he loved sports, and they still loved to have lunch together.

"And for your obsession with Powepuff girls" he pointed out, covering her forehead with tender kisses. But her favorite thing was probably how his hands were still in the same place as they were when she woke up. He was still stroking her lower back and her ass. He was moving his fingers over her back and her leg like it was absolutely nothing. He was holding up like they were supposed to be there and maybe they were. "Then somehow it turned into Bella thanks to Nana and your obsession with learning Italian"

"E ho imparato l'italiano, sole mio" she stated, finally moving from her safe place to kiss his cheek while a cheeky grin was drawn on her face.

"I'm gonna pretend you didn't say that. Also I gotta admit something" he whispered, making her finally move to look at him. "I had the buttercups for you. One of the first days of classes they asked our favorite candy, you said buttercups. After that I told mom to put 'em on my lunch so I would've something to share with you. They were never really for me"

"You did that for me?" she asked, feeling her cheeks turning warm and red. There was no way he would have done that. They were nine. They were kids. They were kids and she couldn't really believe such a thing, but then she looked at Michael and there was the answer written all over his face. It was fucking true.

"You were the prettiest girl in the whole damn universe and somehow heaven sent you to sit right next to me. I couldn't lose my chance. Especially not after you called me Mikey and your cheeks turned red. Just like now"

She hated the fact that Michael took his hand away from her leg, but she loved that he did it to touch her face. He touched her cheek so carefully that it looked as if he felt like she was going to break at any second. He stroked her red cheek with fingers, and she had no other chance but to take a deep breath, trying to calm herself. "Nobody called you Mikey and I don't know why I did it. Nobody calls you like that" she whispered, playing with the material of his black T-shirt to focus on something that wasn't his face so close to hers.

"Nobody but you, Buttercup" Michael murmured, looking straight into her eyes, with a beautiful little smirk on his face as his nickname for her slipped through his lips.

Twenty years and that silly little word still made her feel like a nine-year-old girl.

But what also made her feel like that little girl was the way he was looking at her, which was making her feel too nervous for her own good. "Don't look at me like that" she practically begged, closing her eyes to avoid his, even if just for a second.

"Like what?". She didn't know what to say. She had no idea how to respond. 'Don't look at me like you like me'. 'Don't look at me like I'm pretty'. 'Don't look at me like you'd like to kiss me'. There were too many options, but nothing seemed good enough to explain it. There were no words to explain the way he was looking at her as if she was everything to him. There was no way to say it the right way. There were no words she could use that would be enough. And even if she found those words, they got lost somewhere else when Michael spoke again. "I miss you"

She wanted to giggle at the comment, but all she did was smile. A little smirk appeared on her face as she heard those words, because that was the closest they had been in months, but there was Michael saying that when she less needed it. "I'm right here"

"I don't mean now. I mean when you're not around. I really miss you". It was a whisper against her forehead. It was just a couple of words, but it gave her goosebumps. It made the knot in her stomach just grow bigger, especially when she remembered how it was going to be over before they even realized it.

"Don't tell me that. I've to go back home at some point and how I'm supposed to have the heart to do it?"

"Then don't" he affirmed, and she knew him well enough to know there was not a single sign of doubt in his words. But she got too distracted by his lips on her forehead, moving from there to there to her temple and oh-so-slowly going down to her cheek. "There's enough room for both of us here. I know there's only one room but that never stopped us. We could make it work. Besides I'm not here much"

And that was the problem. That was what hurt. That was one of the things that haunted her and stopped her from doing anything was that he wasn't around and the eternal doubt of how they could make it work. But even with that against them, there's nothing she wanted more than to stay. "I don't wanna go. I really don't want to"

"Then stay. Baby look at me" he begged, and she couldn't do anything but do as he asked and look at him again. But maybe it was a mistake, because there he was, even closer than before, with his lips almost touching hers. "I really mean it. We can really give this a try. I want us to give it a try. Tell me you don't think about this. Tell me you never thought about us"

Just like she had no idea how she handled his lips against her neck, or his hands all over her body, she had no idea how she was resisting that. She had no idea how she was resisting his lips ghosting over hers as they were breathing the same air. But maybe she was resting in the same way that she did it for over two long decades.

"I do, but we shouldn't. We've been friends for 22 years and if someone goes wrong I just- I don't wanna lose you. I can't lose you, Mike" she explained, taking a deep breath as she tried to get rid of the knot that now was also attacking her throat. The simple thought of losing him just hurt too much. It has always hurt, but now that it was possible, it was just worse. It was just so bad that her heart ached.

"We can make a promise that we won't push each other away no matter what. We can sign a contract if you want. I'll do anything but just please kiss me, baby" Michael begged once, looking straight at her eyes as he did it.

She wasn't thinking when her left hand went straight to the side of his neck. She wasn't thinking either, when her right hand went to his waist, sneaking under his shirt without permission. She didn't need permission for any of it and they were going to have to talk after it, but she couldn't care less.

And after two decades waiting and wanting to kiss Michael, she finally got to do it.

And damn, it was worth the wait.

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harrieharlow · 2 years

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SNL: Part 1

A/N: Hi everyone! TBH I didn't realize when I deactivated that the entire blog would disappear and then I saw someone ask for the SNL fics so here you go! Oh also I changed it so you get part 1 and 2 together.

Jack x female reader. Best friends with the one and only Pete Davidson. Honestly, this story is always in my mind so I'm glad I can put it back out again.

You laughed pulling over your sweatshirt when you heard a knock on your dressing room door. “Petey baby, my SNL duties are over!”

Pete smiled walking in, leaning against the door chewing his gum, “Host duties don’t end until after the after party.”

You scrunched your face at him in response, immediately dreading the after party. As an actress from LA you love your sleep. After all it’s called beauty sleep for a reason.

“Baby girl you’re barely in New York.” Pete laughed giving you a hug.

The two of you have a very flirty friendship, you’ve ignored the “Are You Dating Question” in nearly every interview because they always brought up Pete.

But Pete is Pete. Pete is your best friend, your ride or die, the creamer to your coffee, the drink of water at midnight. You’ve been through thick and thin together, there’s no way you would ever ruin it by dating and besides, Pete wasn’t your type you typically go for, well, musicians.

“Because New York never sleeps,” you laughed against his chest, “and I love sleep.”

“Yeah well...” Pete smirked, the real reason why he wants you to go to the after party. “How are you expecting Jack to just attend the afterparty alone?”

You scoffed pulling away from him, did you accidentally say “Wickedly talented and insanely hot Jack Harlow performs tonight!” in your monologue? Yes.

Did that make Twitter start trending instantly with “WAS IT SCRIPTED?!” that Colin Jost and Michael Che had to lie for you on Weekend Update and say it was? Yes.

Did Jack give you a hug that made your stomach flutter and your panties wet after the show ended? Yes.

Did that mean that you were going to face the embarrassment of facing him at the after party? Hell. No.

“Pete...” you warned as you went back to the couch and pulled your sneakers out from your bag.

“Come on, y/n.” Pete laughed, if Pete told you the truth the only reason Jack was the musical guest tonight was because of Pete begging Lorne Michaels just so he could finally set the two of you up.

“Jack will be fine.” you chuckled. You don’t do parties, you don’t like the paparazzi and images that come out afterwards, you have a very carefully curated brand and boys like Jack Harlow have a way of ruining it.

“Oh come on,” Pete smirked sitting on top of the table across from you, “I saw that hug.”

“Just a hug.”

“And that look.”

“Just a look.”

“Not the one he gave you.” Pete smirked, his tongue dragged against his teeth, he knew that look that Jack gave. “That’s more than a look.”

“PD… I will murder you if you keep this up.” you laughed looking at him. He had a small pout on his face trying to convince you to come to the afterparty.

“I’ll buy you a new pair of shoes.”

“No.” you laughed looking over at your assistant who just put her hands up signaling she was staying out of it.

“30 minutes. 30 minutes and then you’re free to go.” Pete begged, he knew if you just gave Jack a chance the two of you would be really good together. You could balance him out - Jack could bring you out of your shell. The two of you had a lot in common and not just being in the spotlight.

“30 minutes.” you sighed, accepting defeat and looking over at your assistant who was already taking your outfit out from the dry cleaning bag. You kept things simple, classy, and elegant with long black trousers with a black lace corset.

“Damn!” Pete smirked looking at your outfit, “Yeah Jack’s going to love that 100.”

“Not for Jack,” you lied, “simple is sexy.”

“Yeah yeah well, hurry up,” Pete smiled, texting Jack and telling him to be on his A game tonight because there’s no way you’ll listen to Pete again if tonight goes poorly.

“For her? Imma pull out all the stops.” Jack replied.

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You sighed looking over at Pete who drove the two of you to the afterparty. The paparazzi snapped photos like crazy outside the car. “Pete and y/n hookup. Are Pete Davidson and Y/N Y/L/N making things official?” you mocked knowing what the tabloids were obviously going to say within an hour.

“Eight years of this and you’d think they’d know by now.” Pete chuckled and out of the driver's seat while he ignoed the shouting of the paparazzi and the flashing lights as he walked over to your side. He smiled realizing Jack really meant it when he said he was going to pull out all the stops because here he was, making his way over to Pete’s car, ignoring the paparazzi and just focusing on you.

Your eyes widened seeing Jack outside of your window instead of Pete, you couldn’t help but think of the tabloids now throwing Jack into the mix of it. Your hands slowly unlocked and opened the door allowing Jack to squeeze his way in while holding the door back with his hand so the paparazzi didn’t try to open it.

“Why are you - ?” you laughed, you could feel the heat rising to your cheeks.

“Just coming to rescue you ma’.” Jack smirked, flashing his grin that has had you sold since the second you laid eyes on him.

“Considering I’m here for you - .” you sighed, sliding out of the seat and against Jack’s chest as your feet hit the road, his body still blocked the view for the paparazzi. “Thank you for rescuing me.”

“Here for me?” he whispered, backing up and placing his hand on the small of your back leading the two of you and Pete who followed behind you into the venue.

“Better make it worth my while.” you smiled entering the room.

“Y/N!!” The entire room erupted in cheers when the three of you walked through the doors. You held your hands out accepting the love from everyone you’ve worked with the past week.

“Ahh!” you moaned, “You know I love it when people scream my name!” you playfully smirked as you walked away from Jack and Pete and made your rounds to everyone.

Jack leaned against the bar, his eyes watched your every move. God, you were fucking magnificent. The way your body swayed, the way your hair moved in whatever direction you needed, you owned every room that you walked into. Walked around the room as if you signed everyone’s paychecks, gave everyone hugs as if they were your friends, you were out of his league and he knew it.

Pete leaned against the bar next to him, his eyes followed you as well but laughed knowing how much of an act this was. How you were secretly waiting to be pulled to the side by Jack or secretly waiting for the 30 minute timer to go off on Pete’s phone so you could leave.

“I owe you my life man!” Jack chuckled looking over at Pete, his fingers stroking his chin. Jack Harlow was actually nervous. The two of you were out of 30 Rock, out of work commitments, and all he wanted to do was talk to you.

“Nah,” Pete shook his head, “she’s good for you. You’re good for her, she just may push back a little bit.” Pete chuckled.

“So how do I play this?” Jack breathed out, he couldn’t believe he was actually asking for advice on how to pick up a girl, but you weren’t just any girl, you were the girl. The girl that makes a guy call his mother after the first date, the girl that has a guy picking out engagement rings within a month of dating, the girl he would dedicate his whole album to.

“If you try playing anything on her she’ll see right through it man.” Pete chuckled, LA girls were supposed to be happy, carefree, etc. but you were an LA girl with a New York attitude meaning a no bullshit type of girl. You were a total sweetheart but you definitely had your guard up.

“So just be me?” Jack smirked, drying his hands off his pants as he walked over behind you. You were sitting talking to a few cast members and their guests when you felt Jack’s arms slide down in front of you, his chin resting on your head, his fingers connecting together as he just nodded along to the conversation.

You smirked, leaning back into him, thankful that SNL afterparties came with NDA’s and no photo clauses. “I think that’s my cue.” you laughed and said goodbye to everyone. Jack’s hand held out for yours which you gladly took as he led you into the hallway.

“You’re bold... I'll give you that.” you smiled leaning against one side of the wall, your fingers still intertwined with Jack’s as he leaned against the other side.

“Gotta give me more than that ma’.” Jack smirked, pulling his bottom lip into his teeth, gently biting on it because it calmed him down just a slight bit to focus on something else.

“Do I?” you laughed, rolling your eyes and turning your head back to the rest of the people in the main room. “You’re making me miss my after party.”

“Yeah but you only came for me so…” Jack smiled, his grin reaching his ears, his dimples fully showing.

“Technically I came so Pete would leave me alone about it.” you smiled back at him, “You’re just an added bonus I guess.” you smirked, you knew musicians. You knew them well. Humble them or they humble you.

Jack smirked, you were going to be a challenge for sure but he was ready and willing. His hands tightened their grip on you as he pushed himself off of the wall with his foot. “Give me a chance,” he whispered walking over to you, Pete said to be real so you were about to get the realest Jack Harlow anyone has ever seen.

“Why?” you smiled, your stomach fluttered looking into his eyes. Even in this dark dim hallway his blue eyes are shining brightly.

“Because I’m cute.” he laughed, his heart fluttered when he heard your laugh and saw your smile.

You nodded, “That’s true. I meet a lot of cute people though.”

Jack brought your hand up to his face, placing a light kiss to the back of your hand. He couldn't help but smirk when he heard you take a quick breath, “Cuter than me?”

You chuckled, your cheeks were getting warmer by the second feeling his scruff tickle the back of your hand, feeling his soft lips against your skin, “Not many people are.”

Jack couldn’t hide his smile so he opted to place another kiss to the back of your hand, “Damn right.”

“What else?” you smiled, ignoring the heat growing in between your legs.

“I can take care of you.” he smiled, resting his chin on the top of your hands and looking over at you.

You smiled, your stomach churned as your heart begged you to give him a chance, “Anything else?”

“Anything you need.” Jack smirked and gave you another light kiss against the back of your hand.

“Hey Jack?” you smiled, hearing Pete’s timer go off even through all the noise in the crowds.

“Yeah ma?” he smiled, thinking he had you locked in.

“Pete said I only had to be here for 30 minutes so...” you laughed, your hand rising up Jack's chest, your fingers gripping his shirt as you pulled him into you so you could whisper in his ear, “catch you next time.” you smiled and placed a light kiss under his ear before you patted his chest and walked away leaving a very flustered Jack Harlow in the hallway.

“There’s no way he flunked out that bad.” Pete laughed watching you walk up to him.

“Oh no he didn’t.” you smiled, “He’s cute PD but you said 30 minutes and I have a flight to catch tomorrow so...” you smiled, leaning up and placing a light kiss on Pete’s cheek. “See you around, go help your friend. I may have left him a little flustered.”

Pete looked over to the hallway and laughed, raising both of his hands up asking what happened.

“I don’t know man she’s just..” Jack chuckled, dropping his head. He really had his work cut out for him.

“Yeah bro I know but you couldn’t convince her in 30 minutes?” Pete laughed, patting his friend on the shoulder.

“I had, like, five minutes with her and everyone else took up her time.” Jack pouted.

“So?” Pete smirked, he knew where your hotel was, even knew what room number you had and knew what late night New York pizza you always loved.

“So?” Jack groaned, taking a deep breath admitting defeat for the first time in his career.

“So, go get more time.” Pete smirked as he pulled out his phone and texted all the information he knew about you to Jack. Down to your favorite candy, favorite soda, favorite alcohol, favorite snack, and the pizza place you were going to order from. “Don’t say I never gave you anything.”

“I owe you my life.” Jack laughed as he walked out of the venue, ordering everything from his phone to be delivered to your hotel room hopefully before you even got there.

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You yawned finally getting to your hotel, giving a light smile over to the receptionist. Your stomach instantly got hungry when you saw the pizza and snacks that were all over the counter.

“Oh Miss Y/L/N!” the receptionist smiled and waved you over to her. “These are for you.”

“For me?” you questioned, your eyebrows furrowed trying to figure out if you placed this order before you left 30 Rock or if Pete placed it for you.

“Yes, there’s a little note as well.” the receptionist smiled watching you read the note.

I’ll take care of you. -JH

You rolled your eyes, albeit you couldn’t hide how flustered you were. “Thank you,” you smiled at the receptionist. The two of you looked at the pile of food wondering how you were going to carry it up to your room.

“I could have someone bring it up for you.” she smiled, her eyes widened when she saw Jack walk up behind you.

“I can help, no worries.” he smirked and his arm slid around your waist.

You bit your lip, thankful that once again the hotel you stayed at had strict NDA policies being frequently visited by celebrities daily. “You know, you didn’t have to leave a note if you were just going to be here.” you laughed grabbing the pizza while Jack grabbed some of the snacks.

“Yeah but then I thought about how you could get here before I got here,” he smirked.

“I did.”

“Yeah, by like five minutes.” he chuckled, hitting the elevator button with his pinky. “Which by the way is the only amount of time I got with you.”

“So you want more time?” you smiled, hiding it by looking down at the pizza box in your hands.

Jack smiled, motioning for you to go into the elevator as the doors opened up, anything to see your ass in those black trousers which was a very hot outfit if he had to admit. “I’d spend every second of every day with you.”

You laughed, looking up at the ceiling waiting for the elevator to get to the top floor. “You’re a cheesy guy Harlow.”

“Just speaking the truth ma’.” Jack smirked, following you down to your hotel room which if he had to admit was a better hotel room than his. Even though he just dropped First Class, you would be the one putting him in First Class by a long shot.

“So here’s my humble abode for the night.” you laughed placing the pizza down on the entryway table. You immediately shot a hand down to your feet to take your heels off.

Jack watched as you balanced yourself, struggling to unclasp the last heel as he bent down. His fingers undid the clasp, leaving a small smirk on his face as he looked up at you. “I told you I’ll take care of you ma’.”

“I think this position is what people mean when they tweet at me to step on them.” you giggled, placing your foot down on the floor and holding out a hand to help Jack up.

Jack took it, using any opportunity to touch you. His fingers slid between yours as he stood up. His other hand moved a piece of your hair behind your ear, “You really are something you know that?” he whispered, his body was drawn to yours like a magnet.

You felt your stomach in your throat looking at him, he really was cute, he was sweet, and he was smooth. God damn, Pete Davidson knew your type to a T and you were scared. You knew you could fall for Jack and with how Jack is being, you’d fall hard.

“You’re not too bad yourself Harlow.” you laughed pulling away from him. “So are you going to join me to finish all this or?”

“Up to you.” Jack smiled, he didn’t mind if he had to play the long game with you anymore. He’d wait days, weeks, months, even years if it meant he finally would be able to call you his.

“I mean,” you sighed, grabbing the pizza and walked over to the bed, “you’re already here so you might as well stay.”

“Say less.” he smiled, kicking off his shoes and making his way over to you.

“I’m going to kill Pete by the way,” you laughed opening the pizza box. Your favorite pizza place was a very shitty, very run down pizza place that you and Pete drunkenly stumbled upon a few years ago but god damn, you would fight anyone who said it wasn’t the best pizza in the city.

Jack laughed as the two of you grabbed a slice, “He’s just looking out for you.”

“Yeah, he does that often.” you smiled. Partly because you were grateful to have Pete as a best friend, partly because you just tasted the most amazing slice of pizza.

“You might be right, this is pretty good.” Jack laughed and the two of you continuing to talk about Pete, SNL, your lives, etc.

“Wait wait wait…” you laughed as you fell back against the bed, “so you only sang Creme because Pete told you it was my favorite?”

“I had like 10 other songs I was going to choose,” Jack laughed, and leaned his body up beside you.

“Well Creme is hot.” you whispered looking up at him, your legs crossing subconsciously.

“And apparently so am I?” Jack smirked, “What was it you said?”

You screamed as your hands covered your face, “No don’t! I’m so embarrassed.”

“Wickedly talented and insanely hot.” Jack smirked looking down at you. God, you were perfect. Your black lace corset turned him on but this, this version of you with your guard down, this version of you that had messy hair, this version of you that could actually feel safe enough to let loose. He was down for you, a perfectly curated brand and all he will find a way to fit in your life.

You laughed as you dropped your hands, looking up into Jack’s eyes, “I wasn’t lying.”

“About which part?” Jack smiled, his confidence boosting and leaning over you.

You repositioned yourself so Jack didn’t have to awkwardly straddle you, your hand stroked his beard as you took a deep breath, “Both.”

“Well,” Jack whispered, placing a light kiss on your forearm. “I think that you are wickedly talented,” he smirked against your forearm, slightly sucking on your skin. He could feel your hips buck under him, “and insanely hot.”

Jack turned his head away from your arm to look at you, “Not to mention incredibly beautiful, absolutely the cutest girl in New York…” he smiled, his cheeks getting redder by the second.

“Just New York?” you questioned, your lips formed a smile while your fingers played with his curls.

“Whole damn world if you keep smiling like that.” Jack chuckled before taking a deep breath and looking down at you. “I really want to kiss you right now.” he whispered, his finger sliding down your face to your chin, his thumb traced your bottom lip.

You could feel the heat radiating throughout your body, you were so confident at the beginning of the night that you wouldn’t be in this exact position but here you were, completely under Jack, his thumb on your mouth, his hips against yours. “Then do it.”

Jack immediately leaned down, his soft lips met yours, tasting the flavor of your lip gloss. God, you were already so addicting to him. The two of you nervously moved your lips in sync, the both of you having to remind yourselves not to smile because no one likes kissing teeth. You leaned up, deepening the kiss with Jack, your hips rubbing up against his in the process causing him to let out a low moan.

“Oh?” you smirked, pulling away from him.

“You can’t do that and expect me to stay quiet.” Jack laughed, leaning forward to kiss you again, pushing you deeper into the mattress. His hands gripped your hips as he grinded against you. God, this felt so good, he wanted more, he needed more but he stopped and pulled away, chuckling a little bit at the whine you let out.

“I-” Jack sighed, his hands gripped his chin. He couldn’t believe he was saying this, “I want to take you out first.”

“Take me out first?” you giggled and your hands pulled him back down to you so he was leaning on top again.

“I told you, you really are something y/n and I don’t want to risk ruining it by sleeping with you right away.”

You smiled looking up at him, you definitely thought he was a player and he definitely was but he was a player blocking a very easy score because he actually likes you. “What are you doing tomorrow?”

“Whatever you want me to.”

“Come with me? Back to LA.” you smiled, your finger playing with his curls, “I just have a shoot tomorrow night but then I’m free, you can make me dinner, and then after...” you smirked pulling him down by his shirt and kissing his neck. “You and I can do what we would do tonight if you weren’t such a romantic.”

Jack rolled over onto his side, “Sounds like a plan.” he smirked, pulling you over on top of him to straddle him, “Doesn’t mean I can’t tease the hell out of you tonight though.”

You smirked, grinding your hips slowly against his as you leaned down, “Likewise Harlow.”

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E se Jane Austen fosse un vampiro?

Ho notato che i post che dedico a Jane Austen hanno sempre molto successo, è un argomento che evidentemente vi interessa, perciò ecco un nuovo post a lei dedicato, o meglio dedicato ad alcune serie che la vedono protagonista in veste di vampiro però.

-Serie Immortal Jane Austen di Janet Mullany

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1. Jane and the Damned

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Trama: Nel 1797, quando l'aspirante scrittrice Jane Austen diventa uno dei Dannati, i vampiri belli, alla moda e sexy dell'Inghilterra georgiana, la sua famiglia insiste affinché prenda le acque di Bath, l'unica cura conosciuta. Ma la città diventa un bagno di sangue quando i francesi invadono e i Dannati sono gli unici che possono rovesciare i francesi e salvare l’Inghilterra. Jane ora considera la sua trasformazione in vampiro come un dono. Rifiuta la cura e scopre un mondo di libertà, amore e avventura come vampiro. Ma essendo immortale, perde la capacità di scrivere e deve recidere i legami con la sua amata sorella Cassandra e il resto della sua famiglia. All'ombra della ghigliottina, Jane dovrà decidere se la vita eterna e l'amore sono un prezzo troppo alto da pagare per la perdita di ciò che significa di più per lei come mortale.

2. Jane Austen, Blood Persuasion, a novel

Trama: È il 1810 e i Dannati sono stati banditi dalla buona società di città e si sono rifugiati in campagna. I vecchi amici non morti di Jane Austen sono diventati quindi i suoi nuovi vicini, scatenando l'inferno nel suo tranquillo villaggio giusto in tempo per interrompere il lavoro di Jane su quello che sarà il suo capolavoro. All'improvviso la nipote di Jane flirta pericolosamente con i vampiri, e un'amica zitella, un tempo rispettabile, ha scoperto le gioie proibite del rapporto intimo con i Dannati (e prende in prestito le preziose calze di seta di Jane). Scrivere è semplicemente impossibile ora, con creature assassine che si aggirano per le viuzze un tempo pacifiche del villaggio. E con il ritorno delle sue caratteristiche di vampiro, una guerra civile che incombe tra le fazioni dei Dannati e un ex amante che intende trascorrere l'eternità incolpandola per il suo cuore spezzato, Jane si trova ad affrontare un anno davvero molto impegnativo.

- Jane bites back, di Michael Thomas Ford

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Trama: Duecento anni dopo la sua morte, Jane Austen è ancora circondata dalla letteratura che ama, ma ora è perché è la proprietaria di Flyleaf Books in una sonnolenta città universitaria nello stato di New York. Ogni giorno guarda i suoi romanzi volare via dagli scaffali, insieme a dozzine di sequel, spin-off e adattamenti non autorizzati. Jane può anche essere un vampiro non morto, ma i suoi libri hanno acquisito una vita propria. A peggiorare le cose, il manoscritto che ha terminato poco prima di essere trasformata in vampiro è stato rifiutato dagli editori ben 116 volte. Jane desidera far sapere al mondo chi è, ma quando un improvviso scherzo del destino la riporta sotto i riflettori, deve nascondere la sua vera identità e respingere un uomo oscuro del suo passato mentre si destreggia tra due corteggiatori moderni. Riuscirà l'inimitabile Jane Austen a mantenere la calma in questa commedia di buone maniere, o mostrerà a tutti cosa può fare una donna con uno spirito acuto e una serie di zanne ancora più affilate?

-Vampire Darcy's Desire: A Pride and Prejudice Adaptation, di Regina Jeffers

Inedito in italiano

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Trama: Immaginate la trama di Orgoglio e pregiudizio ma con qualche sostanziale variante come il fatto che Darcy per colpa di una maledizione di famiglia sia un dhampir metà umano metà vampiro. Immmaginate poi che Wickham sia un vero vampiro di duecento anni che odia Darcy per colpa di ciò che gli fece un suo antenato, e immaginate che anche l’antenata di Elizabeth fosse una sua conoscenza.

- Mr. Darcy, vampiro, di Amanda Grange

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Trama: Bè il titolo dice già tutto, no? L'autrice ha deciso di aggiungere al fanstico mondo di Jane Austen un pizzico di paranormale. Mr. Darcy, Vampyre inizia dove Orgoglio e pregiudizio finiva e introduce un'oscura maledizione di famiglia…….Pericolo, oscurità e amore immortale, i punti forti di questo libro. Da leggere solo se siete particolarmente amanti della Austen e del gusto gotico, se amate il paranormal lasciate stare perchè qui di paranormal in realtà c’è ben poco.

- Altra autrice che ha dedicato una serie di libri a Jane Austen è Carrie Bebris. Ogni romanzo della serie è la rivisitazione in chiave lievemente, e ripeto lievemente, parnormal di una delle opere della Austen, quella dedicata ad Orgoglio e pregiudizio è:

Orgoglio e preveggenza

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Trama: È cosa nota e universalmente riconosciuta che uno scapolo in possesso di un solido patrimonio debba essere in cerca di moglie.“ Ed è una verità cui non si sottrae Mr. Frederick Parrish, ricco e affascinante gentiluomo americano, che sta per convolare a nozze con Caroline Bingley. Un'atmosfera di festa avvolge i fidanzati e il matrimonio pare suggellare la promessa di una vita serena e felice. Ma presto la gioia s'incrina e la coppia è turbata da una serie di strani episodi: fenomeni di sonnambulismo, cavalli imbizzarriti senza una ragione, uno spaventoso incendio e misteriosi incidenti. Qualcuno sta perseguitando i Parrish, ma la pericolosità della situazione pare sfuggire a tutti. A tutti tranne a Elizabeth e Darcy, amici della giovane donna e anch'essi sposi novelli, che mettono da parte i progetti per la luna di miele per aiutare Caroline.

- La Harpercollins Italia, ha reso disponibili in ebook tre dei quattro racconti che quattro autrici famose hanno creato per omaggiare Jane Austen, tre storie ispirate ai suoi romanzi, ma con un pizzico di paranormal. In lingua originale i 4 racconti sono stati raccolti in una antologia intitolata Bespelling Jane Austen. Mentre da noi in Italia tre dei racconti sopracitati, quelli di Mary Balogh, Susan Krinard e Colleen Gleason, sono disponibili singolarmente in versione ebook:

Titolo: Incantevole Persuasione

di Mary Balogh

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Avevano cercato di farle dimenticare quel pomeriggio quando, bambina, Jane aveva dichiarato di essere stata, in una vita precedente, la giovane figlia del curato. Ma il ricordo era rimasto lì, pronto ad affiorare e ora finalmente, grazie a quel giovane e avvenente capitano, tutto riemerge in superficie.Ci conosciamo da una o dieci vite. Da sempre, a dire il vero… sono le parole che lui ha pronunciato, rivelandole una verità inconcepibile, eppure inconfutabile. Perché il Capitano Mitford altri non è che il suo amato perduto. Ma in tutte le vite passate la loro storia d'amore è finita tragicamente. Sono destinati a non veder coronato il loro amore, o forse esiste una speranza che, un giorno, il sentimento trionfi sul crudele destino?

Titolo: Il castello di Northanger

di Susan Krinard

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Caroline Merrill nutre una passione davvero smodata per i libri e in particolare per le novelle popolate di vampiri, castelli e buie notti di luna. Caroline ha anche una sfrenata fantasia, che la porta ad ambientare storie in ogni luogo che visita e a fare di ogni persona che colpisce la sua curiosità la protagonista di un racconto. Non ha idea di quanto possa essere pericolosa questa sua innocente passione, almeno finché non inizia a sospettare che l'affascinante Mr. Blanchard sia uno di quei succhiasangue che popolano le storie che tanto ama.

Titolo: Vampiri, orgoglio e pregiudizio

di Coleen Gleason

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Non c'è niente di peggio di un uomo arrogante e presuntuoso!, considera Lizzie Bennet subito dopo aver conosciuto Mr. Darcy. E poi… che razza di nome è Fitzwilliam? E da dove esce quel suo modo di parlare affettato, tutto fatto di Miss Elizabeth, lunghi silenzi e parole ricercate, quasi lui fosse un damerino nel bel mezzo di un salone da ballo del 1800 invece che un giovane a una festa aziendale nel Ventunesimo secolo. In effetti, però, quando si ritrovano vestiti entrambi in abiti Regency durante la festa di Halloween, lui sembra proprio calato nel suo elemento. E sembrano adatti alla notte delle streghe anche quegli occhi dalla sfumatura rossiccia e quei denti aguzzi ben mascherati dalle labbra sensuali, che lasciano immaginare storie oscure di zombie, vampiri e…

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