#burlesque dancer!yn

[gurugirl]

omg loved your blog. pls give me a lil spoiler of whats coming next

So... I've got a whole bunch of things coming. I looked through my drafts and documents and feel like this one is something I can share with you guys. I've got the story maybe halfway done and I've been working on it slowly for about 6 months. I don't know when I'll post it but you asked for a sneak peek for something so here's something to tide you over.

For context this is burlesque dancer!Y/n and rich CEO!Harry (this is a combination of requests I've received all in one story).

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The sign read: 24-hour breakfast. $2.99 all-you-can-eat pancakes. The one she drove past every day.

She imagined slathering each stack with butter and syrup and surprising the staff when she went for seconds and thirds. Her stomach growled as she got into place behind the other girls and the music started. Bethany raised a brow at her when she heard it.

The routine was the same as the week before. They had a short break before they went back up and did another set. Y/n hadn’t been in such a good mood in weeks, knowing what was coming after the show. She was shaking with the anticipation of finally eating something of substance.

Like last week, the main dancers got to use the locker room first. Y/n and the others sat at the end of the bar and watched the guests leave as they chatted. They never got into anything too deep. Y/n wasn’t keen on telling the others about her situation. It was embarrassing. She was technically homeless and she was dirt broke. But Angelique had given them their checks and Y/n was more than happy to use it. She wouldn’t cash it that night because it was too late, but she planned on using her credit card to buy the $2.99 buffet pancakes. Maybe she’d splurge on eggs as well.

After showering and charging her phone she nearly skipped to her car. She parked strategically under a lamppost and noticed right away a man leaning on her front bumper.

“Excuse me?” She stopped halfway between the building and her car, ready to run back into the building if needed.

The man stood and she saw the chocolate curls of the British man she’d met the week before.

“Sorry! I thought I’d wait out here for you. I wanted to tell you that you did a great job in there,” he smiled kindly. That sweet smile, dimples and all.

Y/n let out the breath she’d been holding and finished walking toward her car. She figured she could trust Harry at this point.

“It’s okay. Just startled me a little to see someone leaning on my car. And, uh, thanks!”

She dug her keys out of her bag and walked next to Harry. He was taller than she thought. She hadn’t stood directly next to him before but now that he was only a few feet from her as she unlocked her car door she noticed it.

Harry pointed into her windshield, “I don’t mean to pry or anything, and you can tell me to fuck off if you want, but I noticed the blankets and pillows in the backseat. Is that… are you…?” Harry didn’t finish his sentence but Y/n knew what he was asking.

Normally she folded up the blankets and stuffed the pillows into the floorboards nicely but this morning she didn’t care. She’d been in such a good mood about the upcoming pancake dinner that she left it all strewn about.

She thought for a moment about how to answer. She looked down at her shoes and sighed, “Just temporary. It’s not a big deal,” she brushed it off.

Harry stayed quiet. But the longer he was silent the stranger it felt. Y/n looked back up at him and he was stoic. Deep in thought. Her stomach growled and she groaned. It was like if all the most embarrassing things in life could come out all at once in front of a handsome man it happened right then. She was hungry and homeless. That was the truth. And Harry was now aware of this fact.

Harry sighed and his face softened, “Look. I know it can get hard out here. But, let me buy you something to eat at least. I was hoping to chat with you anyway. Maybe we could just… I don’t know… get to know one another over a drink, or food. No pressure,” Harry was cautious. He knew he could be overstepping a little. But he probably felt it was necessary based on the circumstance he was now aware of.

Y/n shook her head, “That’s not necessary, Harry. I just got paid. I was going to buy myself something to eat. You really don’t need to…” The look on his face had her pausing her words. Harry’s brows were raised and the soft grin told her he wasn’t buying her I-don’t-need-your-help act.

“Fine. Then you buy yourself something to eat. Can I join you at least?”

And so that’s how she found herself at the dingy diner sitting across from Harry in a booth as she shoveled pancakes in her mouth. Harry ordered a coffee. Black.

Harry watched her for a bit as she scarfed down her first plate. Y/n tried to hold a conversation while eating but her body was on autopilot. She needed to eat. Harry could see that too.

When she finished the first plate she looked up at Harry. He was leaned back, comfortable in the booth with his arms crossed over his chest, an amused look on his face.

She licked her lips and sipped the orange juice before clearing her throat, “What?” She felt embarrassed. It was probably quite obvious to Harry what was going on.

“Nothing. Still hungry?” He smirked and leaned forward to the table, putting his forearms over the linoleum and clasped his hands together in front of him. He’d pushed his sleeves up to his elbows again and Y/n could make out the dark tattoos that went up one arm.

She breathed out a laugh at the question. Without a doubt, she was still hungry. She nodded, “I am. Yes. Is it okay if I grab another plate? Do… uh, do you want anything other than coffee?”

Harry shook his head and kept his eyes on hers, “I’m fine. I’ve eaten today. Go and get another plate, love. I’ll be right here.”

Y/n brought back another stack of pancakes with a handful of margarine butter packets and went to work to make her second plate as sugary, fattening, and calorific as possible.

“So, where are you from, Y/n?” Harry took a sip of his coffee, and Y/n saw him wince. She doubted the coffee was any good. Especially black. It was probably old and bitter and room temperature. But she appreciated that he was sitting with her and trying to fill the void of loneliness. Though she would have been fine to sit and eat her pancakes in silence.

“Bible belt. Nowhere,” she kept her eyes on her meal, drizzling the maple-flavored syrup over the top.

Harry laughed, “I see. Okay. So, why are you here in Nevada? Big dreams of becoming a famous dancer?”

Y/n shoved a forkful into her mouth and shook her head, putting her finger up as she chewed. Another sip of her orange juice and she finally responded, “No. I needed a change of scenery. I am a dancer. Well, I have a bachelor’s in dance. I’m not a professional or anything. It was sort of a whim, but a good one. There was nothing keeping me back home. What about you Harry? Where are you from? How did you get here?” She tried to change the subject from herself to him.

She ate while Harry told her his story. He was born in Manchester and got a business degree in London and then moved to California when he was in his mid-twenties after being offered a job at a private equity firm.

After a couple of years at the firm he and a close friend of his decided on opening up their own business, a startup. Which turned out to be quite profitable early on. Harry was a managing partner and owner of a wealth management group specifically for entertainment companies. Like burlesque clubs. Like Haute Baude. The owner, Richard, hired Harry as his wealth management agent years ago and they grew close.

Y/n knew next to nothing about the finance world so she just nodded and hummed along, “Wow. So, you’re doing well. A successful businessman,” she smiled and licked her fork clean.

Harry chuckled and tilted his head to the side, “I guess so. You’re impressive too, you know. It was brave to come out here all by yourself.”

There was a bit of quiet after he spoke those words. Y/n smiled down at her empty plate and then looked up at Harry. His coffee cup was empty.

“And you’re cute,” Harry spoke the words quietly but he kept his eyes on hers.

Y/n set her fork down and kept her eyes on the handsome man, squinting at him in question. She didn’t know how to respond. He hadn’t really been flirting with her, that she could tell, but she was aware of the way he was looking at her. How when she’d take a bite he’d watch her lips move and he kept licking his own lips.

“Sorry. Maybe I shouldn’t have said that,” Harry said but he didn’t hide his smile well when he pulled his lips into his mouth, that reaction only drew his dimples in deeper and it made Y/n smile and laugh.

She shook her head and looked down. His eyes were getting to her. His intense gaze was alluring. Harry was charming and handsome. She didn’t know what his intentions were but he seemed nice at least.

When Harry remained quiet for a beat longer than was comfortable Y/n looked back up at him. She couldn’t help but smile back at his expression and she laughed, “It’s okay. You haven’t been obnoxious or anything. I just… I’m a mess and hearing that threw me off a bit.”

“What do you mean you’re a mess?” Harry asked.

“I mean, well, come on… you saw my car. And here I am buying $2.99 all-you-can-eat buffet pancakes at 2 am the moment I get a paycheck. I’m… down on my luck a little. But I think things are better now. For one, my tummy’s full,” Y/n smiled shyly. She hated that this successful man was privy to her misfortune, but he felt trustworthy.

Harry shook his head, “Not a mess. Just a victim of circumstance. Are you sleeping in your car tonight?” He raised his brows in question.

Y/n looked to the corner of the room and breathed out a huff of breath and pursed her lips as she nodded before looking back at Harry with a shrug, “Have nowhere else to go.”

[2braincellslz]

My Prize

Ship: Corinthian x male!reader

Warnings: Corinthian shit, nothing really.

Desc: yn works at a Burlesque show as a bartender but he envies the girls on the stage. He really wants to be able to do what they do. While hes working, a mysterious blond man makes himself known and makes it clear that he isnt here for the girls.

Notes: I'm so deeply in love with the Corinthian. I'm begging yall, send in The Corinthian requests-

You were working your ass off, filling up order after order. Billy, your co-bartender, had left you for some girl. Probably one of the waiters that also wasnt doing her job. His ass was getting payed for flirting while you were going non-stop.

Any second you would get a brake, you would watched the dancers. Swinging their hips and jumping around like they owned the place. Technically, they did. Everyone came to see them.

You envied their style and glamour. You envied their flirtatious nature. You envied the eyes they got from all the attractive men, then men you could only glance at in passing.

On a lucky day. The owner, Chrissy, would ask you to play in the band if one of the guys was out sick, then you would get a lick of what the girls had.

It wasnt like the girls treated you bad. You were THE bartender they would go to if they had a problem and couldn't find Chrissy or Shawn. Whether it was a costume malfunction or a guy that was getting a little too close or a fight that broke out in the back. They invited you to activities too. Last week, they all took a poll dancing class and invited you. Whenever they would got out for pizza or sushi after work, they would invite you. Sometimes, they would try and hook you up with one of the big rollers that would come in. Saying "you deserve someone that will treat you like a prince." Never worked out but you appreciated their efforts.

"Excuse me." You herd a voice speak over the loud music and chatter of the people.

You turned around and there standing infront of you was another example of something you could look at but never thouch. Kinda ironic for the place you worked at.

The man was tall, blond hair, warm brown stylish clothes, a smile that could talk him in to everything, dark sunglasses. How could he see anything right now?

"What do you recommend?" The man leaned forward, forearms resting on the counter.

"Shots of patrons are always very popular. So are Martinis."

"I'll have a martini then."

You hummed in approve as you pulled out a martini glass and started making the mystery man a drink.

"So, what is a pretty boy like you doing working in the back and not up there?" He asked, pointing to the stage.

You had herd that one before.

"Listen, if you are trying to get cheap drinks, you cant talk your way in to it." You smiled, not even looking up from the drink. You couldn't say his comment didnt nothing for you though. A blush creeped up on your face along with a bit of hope that was quickly shoved down.

"Who said I was trying to get cheap drinks, darlin'"

You couldn't help but cough out a suprised laugh, chewing on your lip.

"Right, because any guy like you would be hitting on a guy that works behind a bar with more eyeliner on then most of the girls because you want something other then free drinks." You smiled to hopefully lessen the tension of your mini rant.

"I'm guessing you get a lot of guys flirting for free drinks?"

"More then you would expect." You slid him his drink.

"And how do you know they are only here for drinks and not to talk with a cute boy?" He hummed, sipping his drink.

"Because they leave after they get their drink."

You and the mystery man stared at eachother. You were waiting for his to prove you right. You were waiting for him to leave the stool chair and go back to whatever date he brought here. Yet, he didnt. Maybe he wanted to prove you wrong.

"I havent left yet."

"So you haven't. Would you like a reward?"

The man laughed and you cursed yourself for letting butterfly's fill your chest.

"Reward would be nice. What do you have to offer? A free drink?"

Now it was your turn to laugh. "Not a chance. But if you stick around long enough, I'll give you a prize. And no, it's not a free drink."

"Alright, that type of prize then?" He finished off the drink.

"Depends."

Then came the next wave of orders. As you worked, filling up the different trays, you half expected the handsome man to leave. It was boring here. More boring then watching the show. But to your suprise, when you were done, he was still there.

You shighed and went back to the man.

"You look great in that outfit. It complements your eyes."

"Oh, thank you." You chuckled, whipping down one of the glasses and placing it with the others. "Not as good as them."

The man swiveled in the chair, turning to look at the dancers. "Are you interested in one of them?"

"No, I dont exactly swing that way."

"You want to be up there, then."

You didnt say anything but you could tell he knew. It was obvious by the way you stared in awe at the girls. Someone who didnt know would probably think you wanted a piece of one of them.

"Have you ever thought of auditioning?"

"I wouldn't be able to do what they do. I would just be a backup dancer for the true stars."

He hummed, turning back to you. "Well, I think, the best view in the place is you."

You looked back at the guy, laughing off his comment. "We may not have any windows but we do have the best view in Hollywood."

"I never got your name, pretty boy."

"Y/n"

"Corinthian."

Corinthian. That sounded oddly familiar but you couldn't place your finger on it.

"Its nice to put a name to a pretty face." You smiled, leaning on the counter.

"Oh, I could say the same for you." His confidence never wavered. Its was very hot. It brought a stronger blush to your face.

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The club was emptying out. The last patrons were emptying out. And the blond man was still keeping you company.

"I stayed the whole time." He said, getting up and grabbing his jacket that he shead some time during yalls conversation. "Wheres my prize?"

"I was just joking about that." You chuckled. "But what do you want."

"Leaning over the counter and close your eyes."

You did as he said. You knew what was coming. It was kinda obvious. And you were right.

A quick kiss was pressed to your lips. It was too short. After all this time you spent with the charmer one small kiss was not enough to feed your need for him.

"I'll see you tomorrow." He hummed and he left.

You shighed and glanced over, seeing all the dancers staring in awe.

"YN! " one of the girls practically screamed, running over and hugging you over the counter.

"And I thought you were a lost cause." Another girl smiled.

"I owe Chrissy 30 bucks."

"It was a quick kiss!" You defended yourself but god, did you hope the blond man had more in store for you.

[piedpiperslists]

Hiii!! First of all, I love how organized your blog is, it makes life so easy! I was wondering if you know and grumpy x sunshine fics with Jungkook? Thank you in advance!

Hi. Thank you! I really try to keep the blog organized by keeping the posts look as uniform as much as I can. There are still some that needs cleaning up, which I can hopefully get to soon.

I think this fic is the closest to this theme:

In Love With Love (With You) by pantoneyoongi - series / childhood friends to lovers, coworkers au Summary: You’re a romantic. Jungkook? Jungkook is not.

Here are a few other fics which I think are somewhat similar to it. Mostly, it's with them looking physically opposite of the other.

* s - contains smut

Letting Off Steam by wnderkoo - drabble / F1 driver!Jungkook, established relationship Summary: A bad day on track has Jungkook storming off and disappearing. Where else would you find him but in the comforting arms of his loving girlfriend?

The Angry Snowman by artaefact - drabble / established relationship, college au Summary: When he lends you his hoodie.

You’re So Creepy by whatifyoulivelikethat - drabble / university au Summary: There are two types of people in this world: those who want Jungkook and those who pretend they don’t want Jungkook. Oh, wait. A third type? A vampire?? You’re So Creepy II by whatifyoulivelikethat - drabble / university au Summary: Jungkook wants to see creepy vampire girl just one more time. Just to talk. About, uh… sorry, what was the question?

Cherry Glosses N Car Washes by softlyjiminie - one shot (s) / wc~7k / established relationship, college au, PWP Summary: In the blistering heat of the summer sun, a bikini carwash is the last place you’d expect to find tattoo bearing, black sweater wearing Jeon Jungkook. But then again, no one expected to find him dating everyone’s beloved sorority queen YN LN either. In all honesty, he only really came to support her…but most definitely in more ways than one.

Gotcha by whatifyoulivelikethat - one shot (s) / wc~11k / childhood friends to lovers, college au Summary: The color blue. Two white hairpins. “Hey, Jungkook.” A laugh with shaking shoulders that Jeon Jungkook thought he would hear and see forever. Hey, Jungkook. But then those words became a memory, until she was standing in front of him again, sporting the title of “Virgin Killer” and Min Yoongi by her side. Was this his second chance or just another memory?

Stay in Your Lane by luxekook - one shot (s) / wc~5.8k / enemies to lovers, college au Summary: In which the reader is the captain of the women’s swim team and Jungkook is the “golden freshman” of the men’s swim team… or in which Jungkook is overtly whipped for the reader and acts out in any way possible to gain her love and attention - no matter the consequence.

Sweets&Ink by extravaguk - one shot (s) / wc~5k / tattoo artist!Jungkook, baker!reader, strangers to lovers Summary: Jungkook was everything you feared but exactly what you needed to heal your broken heart.

Twelve Hours by whatifyoulivelikethat - two shots (s) / film director!Jungkook, burlesque dancer!reader Summary: You have twelve hours to make Jeon Jungkook fall in love with you. He's about to get married. You're the entertainment at his bachelor party - a burlesque dancer. Long ago, he used to be the class representative and you used to be the class delinquent. Nothing has changed and, yet, everything has.

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Ex-podium dancer who ‘fell out of love’ with performing makes history in UK burlesque competition – Leicestershire Live

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For most of his adult life, Nate Taylor-Steedman has been involved in dancing.

The 32-year-old from Hinckley has never really been one for the traditional forms of dance and never enjoyed ballet or tap.

When he was 18 he was employed as a stage and podium dancer in nightclubs.

But the culture surrounding the job meant that he and dance began to drift apart.

“I’ve been dancing my whole life,” he said.

“I was a podium and stage dancer when I was 18 and did that for five years or so.

“But as you can imagine it wasn’t the nicest and the nightlife wasn’t that friendly, so I gave it all up.”

He took four years out of dance after he said he had “fallen out of love” with it.

But when he met his now partner, Harry Underwood, in 2014 that all changed as he discovered burlesque.

“He introduced me to musical theatre – and from that, we set up our own dance company,” Nate said.

“In 2016 I performed at my friend’s show, I just thought why not try something different – and I fell in love with it.

“The acceptance in the room made me feel so at home.”

And after performing at that show in a circus-like arena, his character Nate St Nate was born.

Donning white face paint, a red nose, clown-esque clothing and a white ruff, his act is not what you would come to expect in burlesque.

The world ‘burlesque’ derives from an old Italian word ‘burla’ which means to joke or mock.

So it’s fitting that Nate’s act does exactly that instead of the more sensual and seductive performances people might expect from burlesque.

One night in February last year he said he discovered the Seren Yn Codi a well-respected burlesque competition in North Wales.

After the discovery, he saw that they were taking applications.

Three months before the deadline for applications closed the 32-year-old was told that he had made it through to the semi-finals in November.

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“I was one of only two males who had got through to the semi-finals,” he said.

“Me and my family travelled up there and I was mostly scared, I’m pretty self-conscious about it.

“There was some crazy stuff, the competition was outstanding.

“They announced the audience choice award and I was called up on stage for that which was absolutely amazing.

“And when they got to to the gold award, they turned round and said my name, I had to stop myself from throwing up on stage.

“My partner threw his pint on the people in front of him.

“I didn’t realise that I had made history.”

Nate had become the first male to ever win the gold award and the first male to win two awards.

“It has been an absolute whirlwind,” he said.

“Discovering Burlesque has been such a massive comeback for me.

“To find a place that doesn’t judge me because I’m a boy that doesn’t always act as a boy has been amazing.”

Nate continues to run his dance company, The BEATZ, with his partner and is planning on performing at more burlesque shows in the near future.

from TAXI NEAR ME https://taxi.nearme.host/ex-podium-dancer-who-fell-out-of-love-with-performing-makes-history-in-uk-burlesque-competition-leicestershire-live/

[gurugirl]

https://www.tumblr.com/gurugirl/718325924895031296/omg-loved-your-blog-pls-give-me-a-lil-spoiler-of?source=share

just saw this and 👀 👀 any idea when we're getting this one? i'm obsessed already!

Oh!! I'm really excited about this one but at this moment I don't know when i'll be posting it. It's just one thing (amongst many) that I've started and have been unable to get back to because I have other stuff I'm working on and writing that is priority right now.

But believe me!! the moment I can get back into it this one is at the top of the list. I've already gotten 20k+ words written for it and I really think you guys will like it :)

xoxo

[gurugirl]

The Amateur | Special Preview

sugardaddy!ceo!harry x burlesque!dancer!yn

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Series Summary: Y/n is a down-on-her-luck burlesque dancer sleeping in her car. Harry is a wealthy CEO looking for someone to spoil.

Preview Word Count: 1.7k

Her costume was lost or had never been ordered. She wasn’t sure. So, instead of having her first dance routine that night, she was booked to serve cocktails for a private party. Not how she envisioned her dance career progressing, but a job was a job. She needed the money. She needed to eat.

She was given a basic outfit to serve cocktails in. There were four cocktail waitresses. The little outfit was a bit showy for such a job, but she wouldn’t stick her nose up at it.

She curled her hair and pinned the front back and applied makeup. She adjusted her little outfit and tugged at the hem of the skirt. It barely covered her bottom. The tall heels were a touch too small for her feet but she took deep breaths and kept calm. The private party was in a large room (not the main room) with a small bar, some tables, and a stage.

She stood toward the entrance and watched the room get set up.

When the guests who’d booked the private party arrived, Y/n took her spot as directed and saw a group of ten men with nice suits and big attitudes walk in.

She immediately walked up to the table assigned to her and smiled brightly, “Welcome! Can I get you started off with a drink gentlemen?”

There were three tables for the guests and four cocktail waitresses spread amongst them.

Two beers, a whiskey neat.

Back and forth.

A round of shots for the group.

Water. Don’t forget the lemon.

No ice for the one with the grey suit and pink tie.

Her feet were killing her. She leaned against the bar and slid her shoes off for a moment of relief. The fucking things were an inch too high and a half inch too small, and she was struggling. She took a breather and watched over the table she was working. They had just gotten fresh refills and more water so they would be good for a bit.

The dancers on stage were having fun. Y/n could tell they were fill-ins. Not main stage worthy. Like Y/n, amateurs most likely.

Bethany put her hand on the bar next to Y/n, “Can you take my table their drinks? I need to go to the bathroom,” she told Y/n the order and ran off.

The bartender quickly got the order ready and Y/n reluctantly slid the borrowed heels back onto her feet. Somehow, the short rest for her feet only made putting the tight shoes back on worse. Her gait was affected. Her heels were blistered, and her toes were smushed in. She tried to maintain a natural stride on her way to the table but the only way she could stand to walk was to go very slowly.

“IPA?” She lifted the pint up and a man raised his hand as she placed the glass in front of him.

She handed off the drinks one by one and the last was a bourbon on the rocks. The only man who’d not yet been served was looking at her with anticipation of receiving his drink. She moved toward him and her attempt to not step fully down onto her heel had caused her to lose her balance and she dumped the whiskey onto the man’s nice suit.

She gasped and so did the man. Kicking her heels off she ran to the bar to grab towels and then back to the table.

“Oh my goodness! I’m so sorry, sir! This is my fault. I’ll pay for the dry cleaning…” She got to her knees and placed the towel over the top of his thigh and looked up at his face with worry and noted his surprised smile.

She used her other hand to wipe the table as she blotted the towel over his thigh. She had not expected a smile from him.

“Don’t worry. Happens to us all. I don’t need you to pay for the dry cleaning either,” he said as he took the towel from her.

His voice was calm and deep. He sounded British. She stood up and stared down at the man and realized how kind he looked. His smile was genuine and the dimples poking into his cheeks were boyish and cute. He had crystal green eyes and broad shoulders. He was handsome. She was thankful that he was kind.

“I’m really so sorry, sir. I feel so bad. I’ll get another one for you and make sure to put all your drinks on the house,” she knelt down to pick up her heels and as she turned to go back to the bar the man gently grabbed her wrist, “Another bourbon is fine. You don’t need to comp any of my drinks, though. Please. You didn’t do anything wrong. It’s okay.”

She looked down to where he had her wrist. He had rings along his long fingers. His hand was big. She looked back up to his face with a smile, “Are you sure?”

The man with curly brown hair smiled and nodded, “I’m sure.”

The rest of the night was far less exciting. When Bethany returned Y/n went back to her original spot. But she couldn’t stop herself from looking at the other table to the man who’d been so kind to her, even after she ruined his suit. He was attractive and it was clear to Y/n that Bethany also thought so. She gave extra attention to him. Anyone would.

When the guests had left and Y/n could put on her sneakers, the room got cleared and everyone went their separate ways. The club didn’t serve food, which Y/n had kind of hoped it would. She was hungry. She’d barely eaten anything all day long. Her day started off early trying to perfect the routine but then after hours of practice, she learned she wouldn’t be on stage because her costume was nowhere to be found.

Running back and forth in tight heels to serve liquor was just as tiresome as dancing on a stage. And being hungry on top of it all was brutal. Her stomach was growling as she walked out of the club and to her car parked at the side of the building where all the employees parked.

“There you are!” The voice of a familiar-sounding man startled her.

Y/n jumped and lifted her head to find the British guy with the bourbon-stained suit approaching her. Her eyes widened. As nice as he seemed in the club, she was hesitant to give him her full trust at 1 am in a dark parking lot with no one else around.

The man stopped in his tracks, “I’m sorry. I know you probably didn’t expect to see me, but I noticed you walking out and thought I’d just come and, I don’t know… maybe say hi,” he suddenly seemed more timid. Perhaps he realized how scary it could be as a woman to be approached by a man in this way.

Y/n gripped her keys tight and looked around. His soft smile put her at ease a little, “Yeah. I figured you guys all left already. I was just leaving for the night. Everything okay?”

Even in her alert state, she still wanted to make sure the man was all right. She was probably too nice for her own good.

His husky laugh sounded like relief in Y/n’s ears and it made her smile, “Everything’s fine. I was hanging back. I have a friend who works here. Just happened to see you leaving is all.”

Dimples.

Bright eyes.

Dark curls.

Tattoos, that she hadn’t noticed until now with his sleeves bunched up to his elbows.

He was attractive and his demeanor slowly put her at ease. She loosened the grip on the keys in her hand and finally smiled at him genuinely.

“Oh. Who do you know?”

“The owner. Richard. Short guy,”

“Bald,” Y/n spoke with a smile and Harry grinned back at her and nodded.

“Yeah. I’ve known him for years. Always lets me get in for a quick last-minute private party if I need. A lot of my colleagues enjoy the atmosphere.”

Y/n nodded and kept her eyes on the man. They both fell silent.

“Uh,” he lifted his hand up in a waving gesture and rubbed the back of his neck, “I’m Harry.”

Y/n’s smile widened, “Y/n. It’s nice to meet you, Harry.”

Harry nodded and stayed in his spot on the other side of her little car. He didn’t want to make her uncomfortable by getting too close.

“So, guess you’re headed home, huh?” Harry looked at her little silver car and back to her.

Y/n nodded, “Yep,” she didn’t know what home meant but she would consider her car her home at the moment.

Harry looked down at his feet and back toward the car, “I uh, are you new here? I mean, I only ask because I’ve never seen you around.”

Y/n nodded, “First day. Was supposed to be in the main room on stage but my costume was never ordered or it was lost, or I don’t know… So they had me serving cocktails. I just need the money so I’ll do almost anything at this point,” she laughed and her shoulders relaxed a little more.

Harry’s brows furrowed and he frowned, “Understandable.”

The silence grew loud again and Y/n shifted on her feet. Suddenly the sound of her stomach gurgling in hunger filled in the space in between them and she laughed it off, “Wow. I should uh, go get something to eat.”

Harry kept the small frown on his face, “Well, there are plenty of places open. Vegas baby. Right?” He chuckled lightly, “I guess I should leave you alone, huh? So you can find a spot to grab a meal,” Harry spoke as he backed away from her car, and slowly headed toward the main parking area.

“Well, it was nice to meet you, Harry. Thank you for being so kind to me on my first day,” she slid the key into her door to unlock it and kept her eyes on the man.

He nodded and put his hands into his pockets, “It was nice meeting you, Y/n. And I’m sure I’ll be seeing you again. I’m around often.”

A/N: This 3 part series will only be posted on Patreon. If you'd like more of this, I'd be so thankful to you for subscribing! xoxo

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The Amateur | part 2 preview

sugardaddy!ceo!harry x burlesque!dancer!yn

New Patreon exclusive short series preview! Part 1 out now on Patreon! Part 2 to be posted January 2.

Series Summary: Y/n is a down-on-her-luck burlesque dancer sleeping in her car. Harry is a wealthy CEO looking for someone to spoil.

Preview Word Count: 2.3k

Part 1 Preview

Note: This has not been very proofread or edited - there may be some changes with the final version.

At nearly 7 pm she heard the door open and she heard Harry’s voice so she quickly went toward the foyer to see Harry entering. And Veronica.

Oh.

Y/n sheepishly waved and then looked toward the kitchen and back at the pair.

“Hey. Veronica needed to drop by to pick up something. Apparently, she left an earring here?” He said as he turned to look at the gorgeous vixen standing next to him.

She smirked and nodded as she looked Y/n up and down, “That’s right. Somehow I made it home with one of them but the other is missing. I’m assuming it was knocked out of my ear. That was kind of a wild night…” she laughed and Harry frowned as he looked at Y/n.

Pity.

Y/n tucked her lips into her mouth and nodded. She turned back to walk into the kitchen. She was feeling so dumb. So dumb for thinking she could do something nice for a man who didn’t want anything from her. So dumb for trying to make it up to him in any way when he simply didn’t care. He had Veronica, or his pick really. He was wealthy and handsome and he didn’t need Y/n. She was just a victim he felt pity for.

She took a deep breath and sat at the marble island on a stool. She wasn’t going to cry. But she felt an unease in her body about the situation that she hadn’t felt before. Yes, she was a bit jealous but it was more than that. She felt dumb. She felt like she’d gotten her hopes up somehow. She’d grown too attached.

Harry never did anything to indicate he was interested. Not once. He had only treated her with kindness and patience. How could she mistake it for anything but pity?

She jumped when she felt a large hand rubbing over her back. She looked up at Harry who was standing behind her, looking down at her with soft eyes.

Pity.

“Sorry. She wanted to come last week but I told her she needed to wait. I figured you’re feeling a bit better today. She’s been bugging me about this earring…”

Y/n waved him off, “It’s fine. No need to be sorry. It’s your house, Harry.”

And that was true. No matter the circumstances, Harry hadn’t done anything wrong. It was Y/n who’d let his kindness morph into some kind of deeper meaning. Something she let manifest physically in the bathroom during her bath when she let her fingers wander the day before. She’d been pent up. She needed a release and Harry was attractive and sweet and he’d smiled at her especially warmly that morning.

But now, she was feeling small. And stupid.

“Harry!” Veronica’s voice sang out.

Harry sighed and kept his hand on Y/n’s back as he leaned down next to her, “I’m gonna help her. She’ll be out of here soon. Okay?”

Y/n just smiled and shrugged. Didn’t matter. The moment Harry walked out of the kitchen Y/n went into her bedroom and closed the door behind her. She put her hands onto her face and as soon as she pressed her palms over her skin she winced at the pain. She wasn’t swollen but her face was still tender. She cursed under her breath as she walked toward the large window to look out.

She needed to get it together. Soon she’d be healed and need to move on. Harry would probably be thankful for it too. She was lost in her thoughts when there was a knock at the door, causing her to jump.

Yeah, that was another thing that sucked. She was too jumpy these days.

“You made dinner. Gonna come eat with me?” Harry said softly.

Y/n turned and looked at the man in the door. He was so handsome. She would just never get over the way he looked at her. Having his eyes on her warmed her up but she had to be realistic. It was just that he was so attractive with alluring eyes. It made it seem there was something there that wasn’t. She had to stop kidding herself.

She nodded with a half-smile and walked toward him. She was a little hungry.

They both sat down to eat, “Did she find her earring?”

Harry chewed his mouthful and kept his eyes on his plate, “No. She didn’t. I don’t know if it’s actually here or not.”

“So, do you have her over often?” Y/n inquired. She wanted the hard truth. She wanted to know that Harry was off limits because in her imaginary world, he was her knight in shining armor and she was growing more and more attached to him.

Harry sat up and took a sip of the wine (turns out the wine was expensive but Harry insisted on having it anyway) before turning to look at Y/n, “She’s been here before. A couple of times.”

Y/n nodded and looked back to her plate of pasta with a sour stomach suddenly. She sat her fork down and nodded. It wasn’t her place to get jealous or upset.

She listened as Harry scraped his plate, scooping up the last bit of pasta. It was quiet.

Too quiet.

Harry cleared his throat, “I mean… I haven’t seen her since that night you saw us together. So that’s like, a month ago? Well, except when I went to the club a couple of times she was there. But that was the last time she was here, a month ago.”

Y/n turned to look at Harry, “So she was here before that? Then why did she want your card with your number on it?”

Harry breathed a laugh out of his nose, “She didn’t have my number before. I didn’t really want her to have it.”

“But you brought her here. You just didn’t want her to call you?” Y/n couldn’t help the questions coming out. She wanted Harry to tell her they were fucking and how he was in love with Veronica. She needed confirmation that he felt only pity for Y/n.

Harry sighed, “Yes. I brought her here. But, look, it was nothing. Not really. Just a warm body. That sounds really shitty…” he shook his head and kept his eyes soft on hers.

Y/n smiled and nodded as she got up to clear their plates. She knew it. They’d been fucking. Of course. They were a perfect match. Veronica with mile-long legs and silky smooth hair, luscious lips, perfectly shaped brows… And Harry was… well, he was Harry. A complete masterpiece of a man.

“Y/n… I… what do you want to know? I mean… I’m an open book here. Are you… jealous?” Harry was closer to her than she wanted him to be in that moment. Directly behind her.

Y/n paused and set the plates in the sink, “You think I’m jealous? God, Harry…” The disdain in her voice was clear. She was sick of being pitied.

Harry’s hands were on her shoulders and nudging her to turn gently toward him, “I don’t know. Your questions sounded… maybe you’re just curious. I shouldn’t have said that. Of course, you’re not jealous. You even told me you have a boyfriend so you wouldn’t…”

Y/n laughed and shook her head, “A boyfriend? No. We just haven’t officially broken up but he’s back home posting Snapchat pictures with random girls and he hasn’t even bothered to find out where I am or if I’m okay. He doesn’t even know I’m in Las Vegas. So boyfriend? Nah…” she huffed and shook her head.

Harry nodded. She did tell him most of that when they spoke about Chad. Just not the part where they weren’t still really together. Harry had a feeling that was the case but he didn’t want to ask her outright and seem nosy.

“Okay,” Harry kept his eyes on Y/n’s, or at least he tried as she was dodging looking directly at him, “just…” he sighed and shook his head, “I don’t want you to think I’m still doing anything with her, though. That was a couple of times. I told you I get lonely. We talked about it a little.”

And they had. Y/n knew Harry wasn’t a virgin by a long shot. Of course, he was getting it regularly. But he did always mention how it was just a physical thing. But he never mentioned he was doing it with Veronica. Not that he needed to specify.

“I know, Harry. It’s okay,” Y/n finally looked up at him, “Really. You’re an… attractive man and you need to, well, you know,” she smiled and felt herself blush. Her saving grace was the bruising to hide the rush of blood to the apples of her cheeks.

“You think I’m attractive?” His mouth quirked up to one side as he tilted his head to the side.

“Well, yeah,” Y/n shrugged.

Harry released her shoulders and nodded, “Hmm… good to know.”

She watched him walk to the island and pick up both glasses of wine. He stepped back in front of the bruised girl and handed her the glass, “Cheers,” he held his glass out.

Y/n raised a brow as she lifted her glass to clink with Harry’s, “To what?”

Harry took a sip and shrugged and then smiled down at her, “To us. You’re doing well, and I’m happy that I have your company. It’s been really nice having you here. Haven’t been lonely since you’ve been here with me.”

Y/n took a sip and kept her eyes on the man but with a look of disbelief in her eyes. She wasn’t buying it.

“What?! You don’t believe me when I tell you this every single time, but I truly like your company. You’re funny and you’re nice, Y/n. I’ve liked you since I first met you. I got lucky to have such a perfect house guest.” He leaned his hip to the island across from where she stood and she mimicked his pose, leaning her hip to the marble at the sink and shook her head, “I don’t believe you because I think you’re just being nice. Like you felt you had to take me in or I’d be out on the street. Which I’m thankful for!”

Harry let out a frustrated sigh but kept a small smile on his face, “You’re insane. You think I’d let just anyone stay in my house with me because I was worried they’d be on the street? If you were Veronica she’d be out of luck. I’d never let her stay here. Maybe for a night or two but she doesn’t have a kind heart like you. She’d probably screw me over or something. I don’t actually trust her. You, I trust.”

Y/n furrowed her brow, “You don’t have to keep comparing me to her you know. I get it. She’s hot and you like to fuck her, and I’m nice and you like to talk to me.”

Harry cackled a belly laugh that instantly put a smile on Y/n’s face, as he put his hand behind him onto the countertop and looked up at the ceiling, “Jesus Christ, Y/n.”

“It’s the truth. She’s fuckable but not trustworthy. I’m disfigured, but nice and so therefore trustworthy,” Y/n laughed as she spoke.

Harry pushed himself off the counter, leaving his glass of cabernet on the island as he stepped forward to breach the space between himself and Y/n. He took her glass out of her hand, placing it on the counter behind her, and brought his hands up to cup her face with a frown, “Disfigured?” He shook his head.

Y/n kept her eyes on him. The mood had changed so suddenly she wasn’t quite sure she understood what he was doing, but his hands on her face were welcome and gentle and warm.

“Y/n… Even with these bruises, and scrapes,” he brushed his thumb over the purple skin on her cheek and down toward the edge of her lip, “you’re so beautiful. I mean…” he dropped his hands from her face and laughed, grasping her hands in his he kept his eyes on her face, “And that’s just your physical beauty. The rest of you… god. You’re more than just this, Y/n,” he said as he released her hands and slowly brushed his fingertips upward on the inside of her forearms, the most sensitive part of her skin, until he met the bend of her arm and wrapped his hands around the topmost part of her forearms.

She was shocked. She was starting to look somewhat normal again but she was still bruised and had splotches on her face and a body that was slow moving. There was no way she was more beautiful than Veronica. Sure maybe Y/n was nicer, but prettier? Certainly not beautiful like he said.

“You don’t believe me?” Harry scrunched his brows as he looked down at Y/n.

She swallowed and shook her head, “No. I don’t.”

Harry closed his eyes, his hands still holding her forearms as he pulled her arms to wrap around him and then brought his own arms around her and burrowed his face into the crook of her neck. The hug was perfect. Just tight enough to make a point, but still gentle enough that it didn’t hurt her body.

His warm breath cascaded over her neck and the tip of his nose pressed into her skin as he spoke, “Then I’ll keep telling you until you believe me. And…” he let out a heavy breath that had Y/n squeezing her eyes closed and feeling her heart pound in her chest, “I can show you even. If you want.”

A/N: This 3 part series will only be posted on Patreon. If you'd like more of this, I'd be so thankful to you for subscribing! xoxo

[gurugirl]

told myself if i passed my midterm id get to sub to ur patreon, not like i don’t have the money it was just my own personal motivation 😭 anyways just subbed is there any suggestions on what to read first?

Oh my gosh welcome and thank you! And congrats on passing midterms! I’m so glad you had a bit of motivation for it 🤭

And let’s see.. what to start with… here’s the masterlist (in case you haven’t seen it yet). I’d start with any one of my completed series! I have something for everyone… sugar daddy!h x burlesque dancer YN - cowboy!h x inner keeper’s daughter YN (set in the 1800s) - biker gang!h x innocent Yn - vampire!h - neighbor!h x single mom YN (a patreon fave) - boss!harry AND MORE!! Like it really depends on what you want! I love them all equally!

Plus I’ve got a bunch of one shots and 2 or 3 parters that are shorter as well. Currently almost finished with my latest series called Better Man (boyfriend’s brother!h - no cheaterry) and very much into their story at the moment.

I hope you love everything! And thank you again 🥰

Xoxo

[gurugirl]

I'm so excited I just signed up for you patreon! An early birthday present for meeeee 😁

Where should I start? What do you recommend? I don't even know where to begin! I'm like a kid in a candy shop looking through your master list 🤪

Ahhh yay! Happy early birthday sweetie! And thank you!! Also sorry this took so long to post. Took me a bit to put this together for you.

Let's see... where to start 🤔

You could begin with one of my completed series if you want something a little longer to get into.

The Trapper is set in the 1800s and it was nothing but a pleasure to write - Harry is a stoic trapper who goes into Y/n's small town to sell his trappings to the locals and always stays at her father's inn.

The Amateur is ceorry/sugar daddy x down on her luck burlesque dancer Y/n.

Or if you're looking for a one shot or a one-off you could check out a few of my faves...

Maybe Fate - Harry's someone from yn's past and he's a bit cocky but he's cute - pretty light hearted and an easy read

Rainfly (has 2 parts) - friends to lovers situation + camping/hiking/tent sex

The Ranch Hand is one of my absolute faves - it's angsty and messy but has a nice ending. Harry's a ranch hand and Y/n's dad owns the ranch he works on. She's a firecracker in this one.

Off-Menu - Harry and his family run a michelin star rated restaurant and Y/n thinks he's handsome. Lots of food and sex innuendos. Pretty light hearted.

If you're looking for a shorter series with smaller parts...

Loveable Rogue - one of my faves! It's a fully completed mini series with each part being around 3k-5k words. Gets angsty for a bit but happy ending.

F★ck You - enemies to lovers - happy ending. Three parts, shortish.

Poly/Nympho!harry - Harry x many women from Y/n's POV. Mostly just smut with some plot thrown in to keep it interesting. A reader fave!

Boyfriend's best friend - this is a cheatrry series. Reader fave - ongoing. It's starting to get angsty.

Little Flower - stalker harry - ongoing

I also have Tumblr extras and exclusives that won't be posted on Tumblr...

6 extras for ex-boyfriend's dad!harry

An extra for The Unicorn

An extra for The Arrangement

And extra for Best friend's dad

This list is just kind of some of the more popular ones I've got up but there's a lot there, I know!

I hope whatever you pick you wind up loving! Thank you so much for joining and please let me know what you think!

xoxo

[justlemmeadoreyou]

I REALLY REALLY WANT TO READ THIS RN 😭😭😭

omg loved your blog. pls give me a lil spoiler of whats coming next

So... I've got a whole bunch of things coming. I looked through my drafts and documents and feel like this one is something I can share with you guys. I've got the story maybe halfway done and I've been working on it slowly for about 6 months. I don't know when I'll post it but you asked for a sneak peek for something so here's something to tide you over.

For context this is burlesque dancer!Y/n and rich CEO!Harry (this is a combination of requests I've received all in one story).

...

The sign read: 24-hour breakfast. $2.99 all-you-can-eat pancakes. The one she drove past every day.

She imagined slathering each stack with butter and syrup and surprising the staff when she went for seconds and thirds. Her stomach growled as she got into place behind the other girls and the music started. Bethany raised a brow at her when she heard it.

The routine was the same as the week before. They had a short break before they went back up and did another set. Y/n hadn’t been in such a good mood in weeks, knowing what was coming after the show. She was shaking with the anticipation of finally eating something of substance.

Like last week, the main dancers got to use the locker room first. Y/n and the others sat at the end of the bar and watched the guests leave as they chatted. They never got into anything too deep. Y/n wasn’t keen on telling the others about her situation. It was embarrassing. She was technically homeless and she was dirt broke. But Angelique had given them their checks and Y/n was more than happy to use it. She wouldn’t cash it that night because it was too late, but she planned on using her credit card to buy the $2.99 buffet pancakes. Maybe she’d splurge on eggs as well.

After showering and charging her phone she nearly skipped to her car. She parked strategically under a lamppost and noticed right away a man leaning on her front bumper.

“Excuse me?” She stopped halfway between the building and her car, ready to run back into the building if needed.

The man stood and she saw the chocolate curls of the British man she’d met the week before.

“Sorry! I thought I’d wait out here for you. I wanted to tell you that you did a great job in there,” he smiled kindly. That sweet smile, dimples and all.

Y/n let out the breath she’d been holding and finished walking toward her car. She figured she could trust Harry at this point.

“It’s okay. Just startled me a little to see someone leaning on my car. And, uh, thanks!”

She dug her keys out of her bag and walked next to Harry. He was taller than she thought. She hadn’t stood directly next to him before but now that he was only a few feet from her as she unlocked her car door she noticed it.

Harry pointed into her windshield, “I don’t mean to pry or anything, and you can tell me to fuck off if you want, but I noticed the blankets and pillows in the backseat. Is that… are you…?” Harry didn’t finish his sentence but Y/n knew what he was asking.

Normally she folded up the blankets and stuffed the pillows into the floorboards nicely but this morning she didn’t care. She’d been in such a good mood about the upcoming pancake dinner that she left it all strewn about.

She thought for a moment about how to answer. She looked down at her shoes and sighed, “Just temporary. It’s not a big deal,” she brushed it off.

Harry stayed quiet. But the longer he was silent the stranger it felt. Y/n looked back up at him and he was stoic. Deep in thought. Her stomach growled and she groaned. It was like if all the most embarrassing things in life could come out all at once in front of a handsome man it happened right then. She was hungry and homeless. That was the truth. And Harry was now aware of this fact.

Harry sighed and his face softened, “Look. I know it can get hard out here. But, let me buy you something to eat at least. I was hoping to chat with you anyway. Maybe we could just… I don’t know… get to know one another over a drink, or food. No pressure,” Harry was cautious. He knew he could be overstepping a little. But he probably felt it was necessary based on the circumstance he was now aware of.

Y/n shook her head, “That’s not necessary, Harry. I just got paid. I was going to buy myself something to eat. You really don’t need to…” The look on his face had her pausing her words. Harry’s brows were raised and the soft grin told her he wasn’t buying her I-don’t-need-your-help act.

“Fine. Then you buy yourself something to eat. Can I join you at least?”

And so that’s how she found herself at the dingy diner sitting across from Harry in a booth as she shoveled pancakes in her mouth. Harry ordered a coffee. Black.

Harry watched her for a bit as she scarfed down her first plate. Y/n tried to hold a conversation while eating but her body was on autopilot. She needed to eat. Harry could see that too.

When she finished the first plate she looked up at Harry. He was leaned back, comfortable in the booth with his arms crossed over his chest, an amused look on his face.

She licked her lips and sipped the orange juice before clearing her throat, “What?” She felt embarrassed. It was probably quite obvious to Harry what was going on.

“Nothing. Still hungry?” He smirked and leaned forward to the table, putting his forearms over the linoleum and clasped his hands together in front of him. He’d pushed his sleeves up to his elbows again and Y/n could make out the dark tattoos that went up one arm.

She breathed out a laugh at the question. Without a doubt, she was still hungry. She nodded, “I am. Yes. Is it okay if I grab another plate? Do… uh, do you want anything other than coffee?”

Harry shook his head and kept his eyes on hers, “I’m fine. I’ve eaten today. Go and get another plate, love. I’ll be right here.”

Y/n brought back another stack of pancakes with a handful of margarine butter packets and went to work to make her second plate as sugary, fattening, and calorific as possible.

“So, where are you from, Y/n?” Harry took a sip of his coffee, and Y/n saw him wince. She doubted the coffee was any good. Especially black. It was probably old and bitter and room temperature. But she appreciated that he was sitting with her and trying to fill the void of loneliness. Though she would have been fine to sit and eat her pancakes in silence.

“Bible belt. Nowhere,” she kept her eyes on her meal, drizzling the maple-flavored syrup over the top.

Harry laughed, “I see. Okay. So, why are you here in Nevada? Big dreams of becoming a famous dancer?”

Y/n shoved a forkful into her mouth and shook her head, putting her finger up as she chewed. Another sip of her orange juice and she finally responded, “No. I needed a change of scenery. I am a dancer. Well, I have a bachelor’s in dance. I’m not a professional or anything. It was sort of a whim, but a good one. There was nothing keeping me back home. What about you Harry? Where are you from? How did you get here?” She tried to change the subject from herself to him.

She ate while Harry told her his story. He was born in Manchester and got a business degree in London and then moved to California when he was in his mid-twenties after being offered a job at a private equity firm.

After a couple of years at the firm he and a close friend of his decided on opening up their own business, a startup. Which turned out to be quite profitable early on. Harry was a managing partner and owner of a wealth management group specifically for entertainment companies. Like burlesque clubs. Like Haute Baude. The owner, Richard, hired Harry as his wealth management agent years ago and they grew close.

Y/n knew next to nothing about the finance world so she just nodded and hummed along, “Wow. So, you’re doing well. A successful businessman,” she smiled and licked her fork clean.

Harry chuckled and tilted his head to the side, “I guess so. You’re impressive too, you know. It was brave to come out here all by yourself.”

There was a bit of quiet after he spoke those words. Y/n smiled down at her empty plate and then looked up at Harry. His coffee cup was empty.

“And you’re cute,” Harry spoke the words quietly but he kept his eyes on hers.

Y/n set her fork down and kept her eyes on the handsome man, squinting at him in question. She didn’t know how to respond. He hadn’t really been flirting with her, that she could tell, but she was aware of the way he was looking at her. How when she’d take a bite he’d watch her lips move and he kept licking his own lips.

“Sorry. Maybe I shouldn’t have said that,” Harry said but he didn’t hide his smile well when he pulled his lips into his mouth, that reaction only drew his dimples in deeper and it made Y/n smile and laugh.

She shook her head and looked down. His eyes were getting to her. His intense gaze was alluring. Harry was charming and handsome. She didn’t know what his intentions were but he seemed nice at least.

When Harry remained quiet for a beat longer than was comfortable Y/n looked back up at him. She couldn’t help but smile back at his expression and she laughed, “It’s okay. You haven’t been obnoxious or anything. I just… I’m a mess and hearing that threw me off a bit.”

“What do you mean you’re a mess?” Harry asked.

“I mean, well, come on… you saw my car. And here I am buying $2.99 all-you-can-eat buffet pancakes at 2 am the moment I get a paycheck. I’m… down on my luck a little. But I think things are better now. For one, my tummy’s full,” Y/n smiled shyly. She hated that this successful man was privy to her misfortune, but he felt trustworthy.

Harry shook his head, “Not a mess. Just a victim of circumstance. Are you sleeping in your car tonight?” He raised his brows in question.

Y/n looked to the corner of the room and breathed out a huff of breath and pursed her lips as she nodded before looking back at Harry with a shrug, “Have nowhere else to go.”

[gurugirl]

Yes! 😘🥰

omg loved your blog. pls give me a lil spoiler of whats coming next

So... I've got a whole bunch of things coming. I looked through my drafts and documents and feel like this one is something I can share with you guys. I've got the story maybe halfway done and I've been working on it slowly for about 6 months. I don't know when I'll post it but you asked for a sneak peek for something so here's something to tide you over.

For context this is burlesque dancer!Y/n and rich CEO!Harry (this is a combination of requests I've received all in one story).

The sign read: 24-hour breakfast. $2.99 all-you-can-eat pancakes.

She imagined slathering each stack with butter and syrup and surprising the staff when she went for seconds and thirds. Her stomach growled as she got into place behind the other girls and the music started. Bethany raised a brow at her when she heard it.

The routine was the same as the week before. They had a short break before they went back up and did another set. Y/n hadn’t been in such a good mood in weeks, knowing what was coming after the show. She was shaking with the anticipation of finally eating something of substance.

Like last week, the main dancers got to use the locker room first. Y/n and others sat at the end of the bar and watched the guests leave as they chatted. They never got into anything too deep. Y/n wasn’t keen on telling the others about her situation. It was embarrassing. She was technically homeless and she was dirt broke. But Angelique had given them their checks and Y/n was more than happy to use it. She wouldn’t cash it that night because it was too late, but she planned on using her credit card to buy the $2.99 buffet pancakes. Maybe she’d splurge on eggs as well.

After showering and charging her phone she nearly skipped to her car. She parked strategically under a lamppost and noticed right away a man leaning on her front bumper.

“Excuse me?” She stopped halfway between the building and her car, ready to run back into the building if needed.

The man stood and she saw the chocolate curls of the British man she’d met the week before.

“Sorry! I thought I’d wait out here for you. I wanted to tell you that you did a great job in there,” he smiled kindly. That sweet smile, dimples and all.

Y/n let out the breath she’d been holding and finished walking toward her car. She figured she could trust Harry at this point.

“It’s okay. Just startled me a little to see someone leaning on my car. And, uh, thanks!”

She dug her keys out of her bag and walked next to Harry. He was taller than she thought. She hadn’t stood directly next to him before but now that he was only a few feet from her as she unlocked her car door she noticed it.

Harry pointed into her windshield, “I don’t mean to pry or anything, and you can tell me to fuck off if you want, but I noticed the blankets and pillows in the backseat. Is that… are you…?” Harry didn’t finish his sentence but Y/n knew what he was asking.

Normally she folded up the blankets and stuffed the pillows into the floorboards nicely but this morning she didn’t care. She’d been in such a good mood about the upcoming pancake dinner that she left it all strewn about.

She thought for a moment about how to answer. She looked down at her shoes and sighed, “Just temporary. It’s not a big deal,” she brushed it off.

Harry stayed quiet. But the longer he was silent the stranger it felt. Y/n looked back up at him and he was stoic. Deep in thought. Her stomach growled and she groaned. It was like if all the most embarrassing things in life could come out all at once in front of a handsome man it happened right then. She was hungry and homeless. That was the truth. And Harry was now aware of this fact.

Harry sighed and his face softened, “Look. I know it can get hard out here. But, let me buy you something to eat at least. I was hoping to chat with you anyway. Maybe we could just… I don’t know… get to know one another over a drink, or food. No pressure,” Harry was cautious. He knew he could be overstepping a little. But he probably felt it was necessary based on the circumstance he was now aware of.

Y/n shook her head, “That’s not necessary, Harry. I just got paid. I was going to buy myself something to eat. You really don’t need to…” The look on his face had her pausing her words. Harry’s brows were raised and the soft grin told her he wasn’t buying her I-don’t-need-your-help act.

“Fine. Then you buy yourself something to eat. Can I join you at least?”

And so that’s how she found herself at the dingy diner sitting across from Harry in a booth as she shoveled pancakes in her mouth. Harry ordered a coffee. Black.

Harry watched her for a bit as she scarfed down her first place. Y/n tried to hold a conversation while eating but her body was on autopilot. She needed to eat. Harry could see that too.

When she finished the first plate she looked up at Harry. He was leaned back, comfortable in the booth with his arms crossed over his chest with an amused look on his face.

She licked her lips and sipped the orange juice before clearing her throat, “What?” She felt embarrassed. It was probably quite obvious to Harry what was going on.

“Nothing. Still hungry?” He smirked and leaned forward to the table, putting his forearms over the linoleum and clasped his hands together in front of him. He’d pushed his sleeves up to his elbows again and Y/n could make out the dark tattoos that went up one arm.

She breathed out a laugh at the question. Without a doubt, she was still hungry. She nodded, “I am. Yes. Is it okay if I grab another plate? Do… uh, do you want anything other than coffee?”

Harry shook his head and kept his eyes on hers, “I’m fine. I’ve eaten today. Go and get another plate, love. I’ll be right here.”

Y/n brought back another stack of pancakes with a handful of margarine butter packets and went to work to make her second plate as sugary, fattening, and calorific as possible.

“So, where are you from, Y/n?” Harry took a sip of his coffee, and Y/n saw him wince. She doubted the coffee was any good. Especially black. It was probably old and bitter and room temperature. But she appreciated that he was sitting with her and trying to fill the void of loneliness. Though she would have been fine to sit and eat her pancakes in silence.

“Bible belt. Nowhere,” she kept her eyes on her meal, drizzling the maple-flavored syrup over the top.

Harry laughed, “I see. Okay. So, why are you here in Nevada? Big dreams of being a famous dancer?”

Y/n shoved a forkful into her mouth and shook her head, putting her finger up as she chewed. Another sip of her orange juice and she finally responded, “No. I needed a change of scenery. I am a dancer. Well, I have a bachelor’s in dance. I’m not a professional or anything. It was sort of a whim, but a good one. There was nothing keeping me back home. What about you Harry? Where are you from? How did you get here?” She tried to change the subject from herself to him.

She ate while Harry told her his story. He was born in Manchester and got a business degree in London and then moved to California when he was in his mid-twenties after being offered a job at a private equity firm.

After a couple of years at the firm he and a close friend of his decided on opening up their own business, a startup. Which turned out to be quite profitable early on. Harry was a managing partner and owner of a wealth management group specifically for entertainment companies. Like burlesque clubs. Like Haute Baude. Richard hired Harry as his wealth management agent years ago and they grew close.

Y/n knew next to nothing about the finance world so she just nodded and hummed along, “Wow. So, you’re doing well. A successful businessman,” she smiled and licked her fork clean.

Harry chuckled and tilted his head to the side, “I guess so. You’re impressive too, you know. It was brave to come out here all by yourself.”

There was a bit of quiet after he spoke those words. Y/n smiled down at her empty plate and then looked up at Harry. His coffee cup was empty.

“And you’re cute,” Harry spoke the words quietly but he kept his eyes on hers.

Y/n set her fork down and kept her eyes on the handsome man, squinting at him in question. She didn’t know how to respond. He hadn’t really been flirting with her, that she could tell, but she was aware of the way he was looking at her. How when she’d take a bite he’d watch her lips move and he kept licking his own lips.

“Sorry. Maybe I shouldn’t have said that,” Harry said but he didn’t hide his smile well when he pulled his lips into his mouth, that reaction only drew his dimples in deeper and it made Y/n smile and laugh.

She shook her head and looked down. His eyes were getting to her. His intense gaze was alluring. Harry was charming and handsome. She didn’t know what his intentions were but he seemed nice at least.

When Harry remained quiet for a beat longer than was comfortable Y/n looked back up at him. She couldn’t help but smile back at his expression and she laughed, “It’s okay. You haven’t been obnoxious or anything. I just… I’m a mess and hearing that threw me off a bit.”

“What do you mean you’re a mess?” Harry asked.

“I mean, well, come on… you saw my car. And here I am buying $2.99 all-you-canbuffet pancakes at 2 am the moment I get a paycheck. I’m… down on my luck a little. But I think things are better now. For one, my tummy’s full,” Y/n smiled shyly. She hated that this successful man was privy to her misfortune, but he felt trustworthy.

Harry shook his head, “Not a mess. Just a victim of circumstance. Are you sleeping in your car tonight?” He raised his brows in question.

Y/n looked to the corner of the room and breathed out a huff of breath and pursed her lips as she nodded before looking back at Harry with a shrug, “Have nowhere else to go.”