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Taylor Sloane Draft (Might Not Continue)

A/n: Hello! I thought I'd share something from the drafts that I've kind of abandoned haha. So read at your own discretion that this is possibly all that you'll get from this story. But I am open to any and all ideas, so if you have one let me know in the comments, asks, or even my dms. Enjoy!

Taylor plays with the ring on her finger. She has just accepted a proposal from a man she didn’t love, but that was good for her image. She downs the rest of her champagne and makes a face. She didn’t enjoy the beverage at all, but it was an expensive bottle that he bought special for the occasion. Although it was a sham, he said it was still something to be celebrated. And he wasn’t wrong. Taylor Sloane was no longer going to just be known as a freelance photographer and social media influencer. She was going to be the fiancé of a respected actor who is at the height of his career. Which means that she is going to be getting a lot of attention once their publicists have the photos of their secret engagement “leaked” to the press. 

Looking out on the balcony of the restaurant, she can’t admire the view of the city much without being haunted by the memory of the first time she saw it. With you. It wasn’t at a fancy restaurant like this. No, back then the two of you could barely afford to splurge on McDonalds. It was after the first month of living in California. She was losing hope on ever getting an apprenticeship with a professional photographer. She hated the part-time job she had so she could help pay the bills. She was losing all hope of ever achieving her goals and chasing her dreams. 

 So, to cheer her up and help remind her where she is and of the endless possibilities, you grabbed her camera and drove her to the Hollywood sign. The two of you couldn’t actually get to the sign with security lurking around. But you could hike above it without getting into trouble. At the top of Mount Lee in the middle of the night, Taylor found inspiration again. You handed her the camera and she took a few different shots. She kissed you and thanked you well into the next morning. She truly loved you the best that she knew how. 

Taylor looks at the ring and scoffs. There was a time when she believed the only person to ever put a ring on her finger would be you. Now she was far from that ever happening today. It was rare for her to regret her decision. Until it came to moments like these that woke her up. That reminded her of what she lost on her way here. 

“I think this is going to be great,” Chris says as he joins her side. “Are you okay?” 

Taylor flashes a quick smile at him and moves her gaze back to the city. She knew you had to be living in one of the neighborhoods. But she couldn’t know for certain. The two of you lost touch a long time ago and she could never find you on social media. The mutual friends the two of you had together haven’t spoken to her in years because eventually Taylor blew them off as well. They were holding her back, is what she would tell herself anytime she missed any of them. Including you. “I’m going to be, just, this isn’t how I imagined my first marriage. Maybe second or third,” she quips. 

He laughs and looks down for a second, “I understand, and we still don’t have to go through with this. Y’know? It’s in the contract, we’re allowed to bow out at any point.”

“No, I’m not saying,” she turns her whole body towards him. “I’m okay. We’re going to make a great power couple for the next few years. And who knows, it might last longer than that,” she leans in to give him a kiss. He smiles against her lips. 

“I’m happy to hear that you want to make this work,” he kisses her back and brings her closer to him. “I never saw this for myself either but I think this will be the best decision of my career. Maybe even my life.” 

Taylor felt the exact opposite. She was already regretting this one so much. But she doesn’t show it. She hums as she kisses him again. She pats his chest and the two separate. 

After they go their separate ways for the night, Taylor goes driving around town. She doesn't really leave the house to explore anymore. Anytime she goes out it's only to promote a place that has paid her to be there. But tonight, for the first time in a long time, she doesn't want to do anything that will boost her image. That was well taken care of for now. 

“You really want to drive across the country?” You ask skeptically after Taylor presented her idea to you. Graduation was creeping closer and closer. The both of you hoped you would have access to more money by now. But life was too tempting and the “You only live once,” mentality wasn't financially beneficial. 

Taylor assumed she'd have access to her trust fund straight out of college but with the example she showcased to her parents in the past four years — not to mention how Nicky blew through his in a matter of months — the Sloane's only saw it fitting for Taylor to have to work a little harder for her money. She wasn't eligible for access until she was thirty-five. However, she could have it sooner if she got married and had a stable job. 

Taylor knows that you would have easily married her if she asked. But she didn't want that to be the story. Even if she never told you that was why. She would know and it would eat her alive because that's not what you deserved. 

Your parents gave you access to your money after you graduated high school. They thought you would be responsible with the money but with the spring break and summer vacation trips you paid for and the weekends spent in clubs, and the expensive dates and gifts that you would get for your girlfriend all started to add up and left you with barely enough to get you and Taylor something to rent in California. Not a nice place either. And there wasn't much left over to help the two of you get there. Not unless you drove across the country as Taylor has suggested.

“Come on, it could be an adventure,” Taylor boasts. 

You laugh because she was volunteering to sleep in the car packed with yours and hers belongings when she was known for refusing to sleep anywhere that wasn't a five star hotel. But you haven't seen her so willing to do something like this. “Okay, yeah, we could do it. As long as I’m not the only one driving.”

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Call It What You Want pt (1/2)

Sorority Leader Wanda AU (Inspired by Taylor Sloane)

Summary - Wanda wants to show off her girlfriend to her friends you are too much of an introvert to go to a party with her until she finds a way to convince you.

Or

What happens when one day Natasha leaves you home alone and your girlfriend, Wanda decides to pay you a visit, determined to get her way. Would you be able to say no to her invitation when she is three fingers deep in you or fall for her charms and seal your fate?

Warning - mean Wanda but in a sexual way, daddy kink, name calling (pup, puppy) , a little choking and slapping but it's Wanda!, Overstimulation, roleplaying.

A/N - Hello everyone!

It's part one of this three part series. It's seriously a whole new universe filled with angst, fluff, smut and romance! Seriously it is just the beginning @xxxtwilightaxelxxx and I have planned so much for this and really am so grateful for this commission!

Hope you all enjoy it as much as we did while coming up with this!

(Wanda's outfit)

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"Mama." You called your mother as you walked back upstairs from the basement after spending more than an hour working on the new art project you had picked. Trying to hold back the beaming smile that appeared on your lips every time you think of how excited the woman would be once she would see your new art piece.

"Are you going somewhere?" You asked when you saw the woman looking through her purse for the keys. Her hands pushing aside content and placing some of them on the couch, the glass bracelet you made for her on her wrist reminded you of your first project, you were so excited to bring it to your mother. The woman would always wear it with her black shirt, like now. "Yeah. Yelena." Natasha answered and you nodded before you walked over to the bowl and threw the keys on the couch knowing exactly what she was looking for and Natasha gave you a grateful smile before her eyes got the familiar mischief look in them.

"Don't even!" You warned while sitting on the couch opposite her. Ready to fight her if she brought it up again. Recently she had started joking about getting Alzheimer's with how much she was forgetting stuff and the amount of things she misplaced and forgotten."What? I didn't say anything."

"Yeah because I stopped you." You murmured while picking up the walnuts on the table to eat a few. Ever since Natasha mentioned this forgetfulness, you had placed a bowl of various nuts on the table, after learning that the omega fatty acid helps with memory. You knew that she had been only joking about it but deep down the fear of losing her in any way scares you to your core. You wondered if the woman was aware of it, you didn't show it all that much but then you shook the thought away. She was your mother. Of course she would know.

"Okay, Malyshka, I will be back in a few hours after dealing with your aunt." Natasha grumbled at the end and you smiled in amusement, as much as your mother complained about your aunt, she couldn't deny the entertainment the woman brought to your house. You could already think of Natasha coming home and telling you all about it as you two cooked dinner.

Natasha picked up her bag and kissed your forehead as she walked past you. "See you." You picked up your phone, wondering if you should drop a text to Wanda, maybe let her know how you were going to be alone for the next few hours but decided to not disturb the blonde, instead focused on replying to her last text asking about your progress on the project.

It had been only fifteen minutes or so when you heard the doorbell. Your first thoughts were your mother forgetting something but then remembered the package, Natasha took for the neighbors earlier in the morning. You opened the door, expecting your neighbour for their package but was greeted with a sight of none other than your girlfriend, Wanda Maximoff. You usually wouldn't be caught off guard by her presence as she would always pay you surprise visit but this time, it felt different. In all your years of knowing her, one thing you had always noticed about the woman was the way she took care of herself, especially while going out so it was safe to say you had never seen Wanda in anything less than a picture perfect outfit but this time she had outdone herself.

She was wearing a blue dress with a deep neckline to reveal her cream color Brasserie that left her top half of the breasts uncovered to the point where you could see the mole on her left breast, driving you insane. You were left with an extreme urge to kiss the small spot, suck it to your heart's desire. A part of you wondered if she did it on purpose, revealing it all, knowing you won't be able to touch or play until she allows it and you couldn't even recall the last time she let you play with them. Not even a single kiss to your favorite spot. The dress tied around her waist, highlighting her figure and a slit till mid thighs where you could catch a glimpse of the soft and smooth flesh.

"Hey.." You greeted breaking a very long moment of silence after you realised that you do own functional vocal chords. If rendered speechless was really something, you were sure you were experiencing it right there in that moment. Your eyes flickered back and forth between the exposed bra and the way it softly cupped her breast, supporting them in the right way.

"Are you going to let me in or stare at my chest some more, Detka?" Wanda questioned, a smirk of accomplishment playing on her lips when you flushed a shade of red she was well acquainted with. She pushed her sunglasses up on her head and stared into your eyes, a smile of adoration when you avoided eye contact, getting shy under her gaze. Her hand lightly played with her hair that she had let down today.

"Of course..come in." You pulled the door back letting her in, your body working on auto pilot while your eyes kept on roaming up and down her figure, you had to literally take a deep breath to stop yourself. A tiny voice at the back of your head finding this all suspicious, the timing, the dress and especially the knowing smile playing on the blonde's lips but you pushed it back further, wanting to enjoy the view in front of you.

Wanda stepped in, her fingers brushing your arm sensually as she walked past you. Sometimes you didn't even know if she would do it on purpose or if it had embedded itself in her subconscious, the constant need to touch anywhere or everywhere every few minutes. Even when you two were children, Wanda would come up to you every fifteen minutes claiming a 'Huggy Time' or "Kissy Time" and would smother you in hugs and kisses. Now it has become a way for you two to make each other smile whenever one of you gets upset over something. You could still remember the first time little Wanda did it and you were too shocked to move, almost afraid of her but slowly the little girl swept her way into your small heart and you would start looking forward to those special moments with your best friend.

Wanda walked ahead in the corridor, her eyes briefly glancing to the pictures of a baby Y/N, 8-9 year old with Natasha, smiling a toothy grin but still having a timid look as the redhead hugged the child in her arm attempting to bite the cotton candy, the kid was holding. Another frame held a picture of Y/N painting with Natasha, laughing with her throwing her head back, missing a tooth as Natasha looked lovingly at her, their hand prints scattered in front of them on various white sheets. It always reminded her how even when little, Y/N had a really artistic side.

The frame she loved the most was the one where Y/N and Wanda were covered in mud, laughing at the camera holding each other's hands. The little Wanda was trying to throw mud at whoever was taking the picture and little you were trying to stop her. It reflected your childhood personalities and friendship really well. Wanda being a lot more outgoing than you as kids, she would be fighting your bullies, protecting you from the mean kids, including you in all her games, dragging you out to play with her helping you out from your shy indoor self and you would calm Wanda down from her excited state, stop her from making any bad decision especially the one that might cost you two 'good behaviour cookies', you would listen to her go off about the random of things without losing interest something other kids tend to do quite often.

Wanda enjoyed looking at the pictures, they always seemed to remind her how lucky she was to be here with you, after everything that could have gone differently, she made it on time and here she was aware that she could bring you to smile for the rest of her days, like in those frames. There wasn't anything stopping her from holding your hand. Kissing you. Calling you her girlfriend, claiming you in every way possible.

"You want something to drink?" You asked Wanda watching her look at the pictures on the wall as she gave a nod, you were glad for the distraction, allowing you to take in to her beauty without her noticing, knowing you would be too embarrassed if caught by her again. You started leading her to the kitchen.

"Mama isn't home." You mentioned it casually while walking into the open kitchen, taking out some ice ready to put in the vegetable smoothie Natasha makes in bulk for when Wanda is over. "Oh really? Where's she off to?" Wanda asked while sitting on the stool, legs crossing over top of each other, her elbows placed on the island with her head on her hand as she watched you, the look in her eyes making you shudder but you reasoned it with the ice you were holding in your hands.

"Aunt Yelena." That was enough of the explanation as Wanda nodded taking her drink from you, aware of your aunt and her antics. "Did you and Steven sort it out with Darcy?" Wanda asked while wrapping her lips around the straw, sucking up the liquid, winking at you when you paused to look at her, causing you to blush and stutter out an answer, "He-He is over to her place."

"Ha..I see." She nodded listening to your explanation on why Darcy was mad at Steven and how you were in between trying to get the duo to reconcile again when you finished, you let out a surprised gasp when Wanda grasped your tshirt pulling your face closer, "Hey.." You squeaked out a greeting and Wanda laughed softly, closing her eyes very briefly as if to capture the moment in her memory and your embarrassment turned into a smile at the melodious sound.

"Hi. Why don't you try this?" Wanda moved the straw toward you and you grimaced, quickly replacing it with a nervous smile when the older girl narrowed her eyes, "It's good for your health." She pushed it closer, the straw on your lips. You could smell the lavender body wash off her with being this close to her. You could not help but inhale it subtly before slowly gulping the leafy liquid down as fast as you could without tasting much of it. Wanda always being very particular about your eating routine, knowing you sometimes would end up skipping meals in between working on your projects. If she wasn't constantly checking up on you through her texts, she would make sure you get enough sources of iron and other minerals through disgusting smoothies like this.

"That's it.." You tried pulling away but her grip remained firm keeping you in place, "One more. Please." Wanda requested but her voice sounded far from requesting, the gaze of steel she gave you had you almost whining out loud but you could hardly do anything against the dirty blonde haired girl. Between the two of you, she would always get her way with you. But this time you blamed your mother for even making this horrendous liquid, knowing very well she would purposely do it knowing Wanda would make sure you consume it with her.

You finished taking another sip and tried moving away but Wanda didn't allow it and you raised your eyebrows in question but the blonde answered with a sweet smile that reached her eyes as she pulled you in, placing her lips onto yours and you could feel the strawberry chapstick of hers, letting out a tiny moan at the familiar taste, remembering it to be your favorite chapstick of hers. Remembering the first time you tasted it.

You were spending your time on Wanda's bed, chilling with your comic while Wanda got ready for one of her parties, you never attended those with her. The loud music and the people getting drunk was the last thing you would want to see. She was looking through her cosmetics and occasionally you would pick something up and ask Wanda its purpose being completely surprised each time with the answer. You were enjoying your scavenger hunt within her products when you came across the strawberry chapstick opening it and being so amazed at the smell asking Wanda if it tasted that way too. The older girl had only smirked at your question, taking it from you and putting it on her lips before placing her lips on yours, letting you taste the chapstick. The small kiss turned into a makeout session. Needless to say, a few hours later the sorority leader's phone was blowing with texts and calls that were drawn under the moans and screams she elicited from you.

"What's the occasion?" You asked when Wanda finally let you go, enjoying the daze she had left you in from her kiss. "I can't be nice to my puppy without an occasion?" Wanda asked, one eyebrow raised while she swirled the smoothie around.

"Of course you can, Daddy." You answered still not very convinced but if she was giving you special treatment, you were more than willing to welcome it though a part of you kept on wondering as Wanda pulled you into another kiss effectively blocking your thoughts.

Liho jumped on the counter getting in between you and Wanda stopping the kissing effectively, pulling away disgruntled at the disturbance, "I think your mother has trained her into doing all this." Wanda almost shot daggers at the cat who was now comfortable in your arms, giving Wanda one of her famous stares.

You laughed while petting the feline, "I don't know anymore. She is always fine around Darcy." You rubbed your face against the cat, softly giggling at the tingly sensation from her whiskers, before letting it go, "Of course. She hates me only." Wanda watched the two of you interact, a smile of adoration forming on her lips when she heard you laugh.

"That's not true. She is just protective of me." You corrected while you moved the straw from Wanda's drink around in the air watching as Liho tried to fight it. "Oh really? And what danger do you have from me?" Wanda asked, her voice taking in on a suggesting tone and with years of training from the sorority leader, you quickly caught onto it.

"Well what if you try to take advantage of me when my girlfriend isn't around?" You asked playing along, a little more shyly than Wanda but the tingle in her eyes was enough to drive away any shyness, replacing it with an urge to please her.

"Well, Where is she then?" Wanda asked before taking on a tone of fake sympathy, "Does she not take care of you?" She added in a sultry voice, looking you up from head to toe, making your knees feel weak as you squirmed in your place.

"She wouldn't like me telling you such stuff. I don't even know you." You answered her, avoiding her gaze as if she was telling the truth while trying to hold back your smile at the pout on her lips as she carefully approached your side and you gave her a look of suspicion.

"It could be our secret. She doesn't have to know." You let out a small gasp at her suggestion while Wanda used her fingernail to trace random patterns on your arm, she leaned in and once again you loved the height difference, as you stared at her chest, almost not noticing how close she was getting, "Tell me what you need.." She whispered in your ear, licking the shell of your ear before placing a kiss on it. Knowing exactly how much you love it. You were glad for the hold she had on your arm otherwise you would have fallen at the jolt of electricity you felt at her touch.

"I need you." You looked into Wanda's eyes and tried leaning in to kiss her, whining when the woman grabbed you by your throat, holding your head still, her lips brushing yours, turning your whine into a whimper when she squeezed your neck. Her eyes holding you in place as her thumb graze your bottom lip pulling it down slowly before pushing it into your mouth, you instantly started sucking on it with the aim of pleasing the woman in hopes she would return the favor and be a little easier on you. You could see she liked it with the way she took a sharp inhale, closing her eyes momentarily before speaking up again.

"Tell me exactly what you need me to do." Wanda retreated her thumb back to your bottom lip not before wiping your spit on your cheek, smacking it lightly when you immediately didn't start speaking, "I..I need you to touch me. Play with me." You whispered trying to look away as heat rushed up to your cheeks but the hold Wanda had on your throat didn't allow you to look anywhere else but her.

"Where?" She prodded further, her hand squeezing your throat again. You could feel your heartbeat in your throat and you wondered if the older girl also felt it underneath her hand. You longed to know if it was driving her crazy the way it was driving you.

"Wand-" You started to speak but Wanda immediately cut you off.

"Ah ah, I asked, Where, draga mea?" The endearment rolled off her tongue and you knew she wasn't going to stop until you gave in. Wanda Maximoff was in full control of you.

"I-I need you to play with my pussy."

Wanda took a sharp intake and you noticed the dilation of her pupils as she let go of your throat. "Go." She whispered, her eyes flickering up to where your room was and back to you which was enough for you to know what she wanted.

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"Strip." Wanda commanded, sucking in her bottom lip as her eyes raked down up and down your body with the lust she barely cared to hide. Ever since you had accidentally expressed your body image issues to Wanda, she had made sure to tell you how gorgeous you were, all the scars on your body, the stretch marks you loathed seemed to make you even more beautiful in her eyes. A concept that was hard for you to understand right now but the possibility wasn't completely shut down.

"Beautiful.." Wanda whispered when your naked flesh was revealed, for a moment your insecurities almost made you discard the compliment but the mesmerized look in her eyes had you flushing a deep shade of red especially when she got closer and started kissing every inch of the exposed skin from your stomach to the side of your ribs, just below your bra while her hands slowly started taking off your bra, kissing the flesh that she revealed while getting rid of the piece of cloth. In mere seconds you found yourself down on the bed, naked from the top as you stared up at her still clothed form, your eyes lingered at her chest.

The glass heart pendant you made her in your first year of college was hanging from her neck when she got on top of you and you noticed the way it rested just above her cleavage. The lust in your eyes burned down to the love you felt in that moment when the pendant reminded you who you were to her. No matter how much you two indulge in the most obscene of fantasies, in the end you were in the safest hands, of someone who loves you and would never let anything happen to you.

Wanda must have noticed your gaze fixated on the pendant and she did one of the sexiest and romantic things she could have done as she brought up the pendant to her lips and placed a kiss on it. "Eyes on me, Pup." You felt heat in your cheeks.

"Sorry, Daddy." You gave her a shy smile before moving to wrap your hands around her neck to pull her in for a kiss but was stopped by her grabbing your hands together to tie it with a ribbon you didn't even know was there, "I am afraid a sorry won't cut it." Wanda gave you a teasing smile and you gave her an innocent look playing along, "What will I have to do, Daddy?"

"You my Detka, need to be punished." Wanda whispered, her face inches away from you as she started kissing your lips, devouring them, making you moan in her mouth when she bit your lip, her hand roaming up your thighs, cupping your pussy over your panties sliding in between your lips on your throbbing clit, "Mmm so wet and we haven't started." Wanda whispered against your lips before pulling away, "Who would have thought a mommy's girl like you would be such a whore.." Wanda said as she took off your shorts, leaving you shivering at the cold air making contact with your core.

You whimpered when her hand made contact with your pussy in a smack stopping you from trying to arch yourself more into her, "Down, pup." She reminded you while she started working on her dress, slowly pulling the straps down her shoulder, laughing sadistically you would say, when you whined, longing to touch her. "Bad puppies don't get to touch."

Slowly she got rid of the dress, her eyes locked on you and you could see the effort she was putting in not jumping you. You squirmed in your binds when her bra clad breasts were in front of you, your attention again shifting to the tiny mole that seemed to mock you of your helplessness, so close yet so far out of you reach. You wanted nothing but to learn forward and place your lips on it, Wanda smirked in satisfaction when she noticed the look on your face, her hand moving up your thigh, nails tracing the skin gradually moving up to your pussy, hovering over the flesh but not giving it to you yet causing you to whimper in need. "Daddy..please don't tease." You pleaded and put on your most pathetic face hoping Wanda would take pity on you but the witch only seemed to laugh.

"How adorable. What do you want, Darling?" Wanda asked, her hands playing with your chest, squeezing the soft mounds while her thumb rolled the nipple around, bringing the soft nub to harden.

"Make me cum." You answered and immediately wished you hadn't as the mistake registered in your brain along with the hand that immediately came down on your wet pussy in a sharp spank and your body didn't understand how to react, the pain mixing with pleasure when her hand contacted your swollen clitoris. "Is that how you ask me?" Wanda asked, her eyes fierce and you could tell that you messed up with the way one of her eyebrows was raised in question and if her hand wasn't busy hovering over your pussy as a reminder of what was going to come next if you didn't do something, she would have them crossed over her chest.

"No! No. I meant to say please please make me cum. I swear." You pleaded, your eyes fixated on her hand as you flexed your thighs knowing you couldn't do anything if she were to decide on a spanking, but it never came as Wanda hummed weighing your words, "On my terms." She declared at last and you nodded about to thank her when her hand came down on your core again in a quick spank but before you could cry or protest, the hand didn't move instead parted your lips and dipped into your wet folds causing you to moan.

You wanted to arch up your hips, guide Wanda better but you refrained from doing knowing Wanda would definitely leave you tied up if you made another mistake and the past encounters were enough to remind you how Wanda knew your body better than you. "Ah..Daddy." You moaned loudly when two of Wanda's fingers went inside you at once the wetness allowed them in without any resistance, followed by another. You gasped for breath when she scissored her fingers inside you hitting all the right spots. Soon enough you could feel your walls tighten and an orgasm building up which you were sure Wanda was aware of as the moment you looked at her, her eyes were already on you watching you like a hawk as she shook her head 'No' and you whimpered while trying your best to not let go knowing the consequences would be severe.

"Do you not want it? I don't see you begging for permission." Wanda's fingers started slowing down after a few moments as she mocked you with a tsked of her tongue and you instantly opened your mouth to plead for your dying high.

"Please Daddy..Please let me cum." You closed your eyes tightly as your cheeks flushed a shade darker, trying to search for the dying pleasure, so desperately wanting to move your legs, rub your thighs together, arch your back but Wanda had trained you into mentally binding yourself. You wouldn't move until given permission, too aware of the consequences."I know you can do better than this." Wanda taunted while curling her finger and you almost arched up into her at the sudden jolt of pleasure.

"Please. I will do whatever.. whatever you want.. anything..just don't stop. Please, Daddy" You cried out when she slowed down again, edging you to your orgasm and stopping. It was becoming her favourite game. "Look at me." Wanda whispered, her face mere inches away from you as you opened your eyes to stare in her emerald eyes. "Anything?" She asked and you nodded while biting your lip, "Anything you want." The moment those words left your mouth, Wanda's lips attacked yours.

Her fingers started moving at a faster pace, her thumb playing with your clit, it took mere seconds for her to build up your orgasm again, "Hold it." Wanda whispered in your ear when she stopped kissing you, her lips leaving butterfly kisses down your jaw to neck, you whined at her command wondering what she was thinking before her mouth dropped on your left nipple, sucking and biting the hard nub to life as your senses exploded with pleasure. "Please.." All you could do was beg, your body trying its best to hold back the climax it desired the most.

Wanda played with your chest a little before moving down to your pussy and you almost cried out in relief when she attached her mouth to your clit, sucking the bundle of nerves before tapping your thigh twice an indication that you could let go, you didn't have to be told twice as you let your body reach its climax. Your toes curled as the knot uncurled in the most pleasurably painful way letting you relax as you fall back on the bed, breathing heavier than usual, gasping for breath, whimpering when Wanda started licking up your juices before slowly coming up. You watched the woman with your hooded eyes, as she slowly licked the drops of cum off the glass heart hanging from her neck winking at you when your face heated up in the darkest shade of red possible, "Thank you." You whispered after a moment when your breathing finally calmed enough.

"It's not over yet." Wanda pecked your lips and your eyes widen in fear, afraid for your already tired body, you shook your head but Wanda only smile at you. The mean smile she would reserve for moment like these, "I don't think I can." You tugged at your hands and Wanda brushed your hair away from your eyes as her fingers already started working you up. "What? I thought you wanted to cum?" Wanda asked and you only answered with a moan mixed with a whimper of pain. It felt bitter sweet.

"I am sure, You can handle one more for me, Detka." Wanda flexed her fingers, her other hand rolling your nipple as her hand squeezed the flesh leaving you a writhing mess underneath her. "Pl-Please." You didn't know if you wanted her to stop or for her to continue but begging her seemed to be the only thing you could think of as you assumed that Wanda would know what you want but when her fingers started slowing down again as she reminded you of your promise of doing anything and you nodded, just wanting her to continue the sinful things she was doing to your body.

"The party on Saturda-"

"Yes Yes Yes." You cut her off, whimpering when Wanda pinched your nipple as a consequence of your action. "Will you accompany me?" Wanda finished and you nodded before verbally responding with an answer and Wanda let you have your second orgasm as the reality of the situation started sinking in you but you were too tired in that moment to react especially when Wanda laid down next to you, her face next to yours as she unbind your hands, you closed your legs and whimpered quietly at the sensitivity. "Thank you." Wanda looked into your eyes with such happiness that you felt pleased with your decision to say yes, grinning tiredly to yourself ignoring the embarrassment from being completely naked while Wanda was still wearing her undies. Wanda slowly sat up and the excitement returned in your eyes when the woman started taking off her bra, no wonder Wanda called you puppy with how fast you were salivating at the prospect of seeing her naked chest.

Wanda glanced back at you and when she noticed your tired yet hungry gaze fixated on her chest, she couldn't help but let out a laugh, "Aww my baby, come here." She cooed and you ignored the flushing in your cheek as you followed her lead, laying back on the bed, she guided you to her chest and you instantly placed a kiss on her mole, hearing her let out a sigh of content. Wanda loved everytime you kissed her mole, the first kiss would be anything but sexual, it would be purely out of admiration and love for her body and her. She didn't know if you did it purposely but everytime you would snuggle close or share a moment of intimacy, your mouth would find her left breast placing a kiss where the mole was, clothed or naked. It was an oddly cute habit of yours, one she would never wish to change.

You were slowly drifting off with a content smile, your lips wrapped around her nipple while her hand ran through your hair, sometimes scratching the scalp soothingly pushing you into a sleepy state only to end it when she pulled her breast away from your mouth, turning your content smile into a frown as the woman started getting up as well, muttering something about cleaning you up but you only desired to stay close to her. "Nooo." You held onto her a little tighter, determined to not give up this time refusing to let go causing Wanda to let out a laugh, "Fine. Five minutes." Wanda relented after a moment, her voice firm, holding finality and in that moment you were even grateful for the three hundred seconds if it meant being close to her, hearing her beating heart that used to scare you of each passing second but now it only left you with a feeling of content of the days you had ahead with her in each other's embrace.

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Follow

Taylor Sloane x Reader

Word count: 339

Warnings: Not edited

Summary: Taylor finds out you weren't following her

A/N: This is the second of the three drabble requests I got. I hope you like it!

Taylor has been in the other room setting up for some kind of photoshoot so you thought you would get some live streaming time in.

It is about an hour later when Taylor comes in to ask, "Did you just follow me?"

Pausing the game you are playing, you take off your headset, turning your attention to Taylor.

"What was that?" You ask curiously with raised eyebrows.

"Did you just follow me?"

The look of guilt is easy to read on your face as all the blood drains from it. You know you have been caught so you do what you always do in situations like these.

Ramble.

"Err… no. Psh, I've always followed you. I'm your biggest fan. From day one. What's that thing people say? Day ones? I'm the number one of number ones. It's like number one was invented but I exceed tha-"

Taylor runs over to you and pounces into your lap giggling, "I can't believe you weren't following, your super hot girlfriend all this time."

You smile sheepishly, showing all your teeth then let out a breath looking down when Taylor raises an eyebrow. "Yes. Okay. I'm a bad partner. I didn't realise I wasn't following you until Pinto said you didn't tag him in a photo. I was hoping you would have thought it was a glitch or something."

"Oh baby, you are so cute if you think I am that naive," Taylor remarks.

"I don't appreciate that tone," you frown.

"I know one way you can make it up to me," Taylor says, closing in on you.

You hum, "Oh, I like where this is going."

Taylor closes the gap but only for less than a second. "You have to catch me first," she challenges, leaping from you going into a full sprint out of the room.

You end your stream saying you have technical difficulties before chasing after Taylor.

After you leave, your phone still resting on your desk lights up with a message from Dan, 'Did she find out yet?'

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Ginger a Taylor Sloane one angst with happy ending. You can choose the story ✌️

That Was Hot

Taylor Sloane x GN! Reader

Warnings: Angst. Smut. Fluff. Fingering (T receiving)

Taglist: @natashamaximoff-69 @wizardofstories @canvascoloredin

Y/N and Taylor have been married for quite some time, all of Taylor's followers know because she has included them into a lot of her streams and pictures. But lately, Y/N has been having doubts because of a fellow influencer, he is new and Taylor has been helping him grasp the followers.

So Taylor hasn't really been around the house as she has been hanging around with Chad. It was when Y/N had noticed one of his posts, a picture of himself and Taylor sat on the sofa, her head lay in his lap as he kissed her temple. What really pissed them off was some of the comments.

'I thought she was married?'

'Chad and Taylor! Relationship goals!'

Y/N had found themselves messaging her and asking her to come home as soon as possible. Needing to talk to her about everything, what they never realised was that Chad had invited himself along.

"Hey baby." Taylor greeted Y/N as she kissed their cheek.

"I need to talk to you." They told her as they ignored Chad's greeting and re-opened the door. "Goodbye Chad." They stated coldly as Chad looked at Taylor.

"But he just got here." Taylor reasoned.

"I need to talk to my wife. In private." They stated firmly as their eyes burned between the two of them.

"I guess I'll see you tonight." Chad told Taylor who went to answer.

"No you won't." Y/N told him as they slammed the door in his face.

"That was rude." Taylor scoffed as she entered the kitchen.

"No, that was just." Y/N stated as they followed her. "I just want to see my wife and not have to share her with another guy." They told her as she laughed.

"He is just a friend." She told them as they chuckled dryly.

"I can't believe that. Not when I have seen his posts, stories and even some of the comments. Especially the latest photo of the two of you." Y/N got it up on their phone. "It looks kind of coupley to me."

"Y/N, I didn't know he took that." She told him honestly. Her own eyes widening at one of his replies to a comment.

'Unfortunately she still is married, but not for long.'

"I'm so sorry Y/N." She whispered as her own eyes stung with unshed tears. "I didn't mean for it to get this far." She watched as they sighed. "I'll straighten this out. I promise."

They watched as she called Chad to come over, she needed to talk to him as Y/N remained hidden in the kitchen as the two straightened things out.

"I need to take a step back from helping you and your blog." She told him.

"Is this all Y/N? They're trying to come between our friendship." He told her as she shook her head.

"No." She told him. "Our friendship has come between my marriage, Y/N has insecurities and rightfully so." She shown him his last post. "You took this picture without my permission, do you know how this makes me look?"

"I can help make the infidelity accusations go away." He told her.

"I am not bothered about my following, I am more bothered about my marriage falling apart." She told him.

"It's not my fault they have trust issues." He told her before taking her hand. "I would never ask you to give up all of the things they have asked you too."

"They haven't." Taylor snatched her hand away from him, a look of disgust on her face as she could see Y/N ready to come in the room. "I think you should leave Chad." She told him.

"No, they are in your head Tay." He tried as he approached her, his hands about to wrap around her hips.

"She told you to leave." Y/N told him as they noticed Taylor's uncomfortable stance.

"You are trying to keep me and Taylor apart." He groaned as he turned to face Y/N.

"There is no Taylor and you." Y/N told him firmly. "Not anymore."

"Fuck you." He snarled as he stepped towards Y/N who just rolled their eyes at him. "You have ruined what we have."

"You had nothing. Just a friendship as Taylor helped you get your blog off of ground." They told him, Chad only answered back with a punch which was caught by Y/N who only put his arm behind his back and pushed him out of the door. "If I see you anywhere near Taylor again, I will personally see to it that you won't see another sunrise." With that they slammed the door, watching as he got in his car and sped off.

"That was hot." Taylor whispered as she leaned on the doorframe, her bottom lip between her teeth as Y/N.

"Yeah?" Y/N questioned with a raised brow as they approached her, she could only nod as Y/N pushed her up against the doorframe. "You are mine." They told her firmly as they squeezed her hips, she moaned as they kissed her hard, their tongue entering her mouth as they moved their hand to cup her clothed core.

"Mm." Taylor moaned as she bucked her hips against their palm. Soon Y/N's kisses travelled down her neck, slapping her clothed aching core. "Fuck."

"All mine." Y/N growled in her ear as she could only nod, trying to relieve the ache between her legs

"Yours. All yours." Taylor told them breathlessly. Y/N smirked as they soon removed their hand from her and pushing it passed her waistband of her shorts and underwear. She moaned as they ran their fingers through her folds, sighing as they rubbed her clit softly. Relieving some of the ache but not enough.

"You are so pretty like this baby girl." They groaned as they rubbed harder. "Desperate for me to fuck senseless." They inserted a finger, making her moan loudly as they thrust at a steady pace. "Do you deserve to cum?"

"Yes." She screamed as they entered another finger, increasing their pace.

"Beg for it." They snarled as she moaned and panted breathlessly. "Beg for me to allow you to cum."

"Please." She squealed as they entered a third finger, biting and sucking her neck harshly. "Let me cum. Please." She moaned as they curled their fingers, hitting her g spot and sending her wild. "Please let me cum for you." Y/N never let up with their movements, only increasing their speed and going harder and deeper. Taylor couldn't form any words as she moaned in their ear.

"Cum for me." They whispered before biting her lip. She screamed their name as Y/N helped her ride her high. Soon they pulled out their fingers and holding them before her mouth, looking in her eyes. "Open." They ordered, she obeyed and opened her mouth, her tongue swirling around their digits. Her eyes never leaving theirs. "You will not be able to walk after I have finished with you." They gripped her jaw and kissed her roughly, eliciting a loud moan from her before they pulled away and dragged her giggling to their shared bedroom.

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Overtime

Originally posted on my Wattpad @MayaBishop_is_myWife

Relationship: Andy Herrera x fem!reader

Fluff

Word count: 1k

Andy POV:

I dragged my body out of the driver's seat and slumped down into a chair in the beanery, I've been at the Station so long that the B shift people are  here already. I sigh and decide it's probably time to leave. I had been doing back to back calls in the Aid car today with Vic, I guess people just decided that today was the day they were going to get hurt or something.

I begin my journey home before I remember I was supposed to pick up y/n/n from the hospital  after work. She's my girlfriend and a bad-ass orthopedic surgeon at Grey-Sloan. I start the car and drive to the hospital.

Amelia - "Oh hey! Andy, over here!"

Andy - "Hey Amelia, uhm you don't happen to know where y/n is? I told her I'd pick her up but my shift went overtime and I couldn't just leave my vic, I just hope she's not mad. Is she mad? I mean I know I was late bu-"

Amelia -  "Hey slow down, her surgery went over as well, she's not even out of te OR yet so just come sit down in the attending's lounge and wait for her."

Andy - "Oh thank god, okay yeah let's go."

I walked with Amelia to the attending's lounge but before I can even open the door I hear a voice I know all too well -(Taylor's version) (10 minute version)-. Amelia clearly hears her too because she just tells me to go. I speed walk down the corridor and turn the corner and see my exhausted, but ever so gorgeous, girlfriend speaking to some very worried looking parents. 

Y/N - "He will be able to walk again but it's a pretty nasty break and the broken bone severed some nerves so Matthew will need some physiotherapy but, he'll be fine."

Woman - "Oh my goodness, thank you so much!"

Y/n/n told her it was no problem and walked out of the patients room and saw me standing at the end of the hall. A smile that I had grown to adore made it's way across her face. She began to walk towards me as I did the same.

Y/N POV:

Iwas eager to get to Andy because I have had what feels like the longest day of my life. A kid came into the ER with multiple crush injuries which meant, broken ribs, broken leg, broken arm, which I had to fix all of then, I had to check up on post-op patients and one of their screws had come loose because they tried to walk to the bathroom so I had to fix that as well and then I just got out of a surgery of a guy who snapped his leg in half and had his bone sticking out because he fell off is roof. Dumbass. 

As soon as I reach her I wrap my arms tightly around her waist and bury my head in her chest. She does the same and rests her chin on my head. 

Andy - "Long day?"

Y/N - "Yeah, you?"

Andy - "Very long."

After this exchange of words I reluctantly puled away from her embrace as I had to go update a patient chart and give it to the night nurses. Andy followed me as I did all of this and when I got to the nurses station I started to talk to Meredith because she came over as well. Clearly someone didn't like this very much because she wrapped her arms around my waist from behind and shoved her face into the crook of my neck and started whispering to me that she wanted to go home.

Meredith - "Okay well, Derek is waiting for me in the daycare with Zola and Bailey and by the looks of it I'm keeping a very tired firefighter from going home so, I'll let you guys be. See you tomorrow y/n/n."

Y/N - "Yeah, see you tomorrow Mer."

I put the chart on the side and slipped my hand into Andy's as I walked to the lift (elevator). 

Time skip

We got home and ordered pizza since neither of us could be bothered to cook and sat on the sofa, all cuddled up in each other's embrace eating pizza. We were watching some trashy tv show, just whatever was on really. I began to feel my eyelids get heavy and Andy noticed this too because she said

Andy - "Okay I think it's time to go to bed."

Y/N - "Agreed."

I was taken completely by surprise when Andy stood up just before I was about to and picked me up. I clung onto her like a koala and shoved my head in her neck.

Y/N - "You know just because I'm tired doesn't mean I can't walk." I say barely above a whisper

Andy - "Well, I don't think that applies in this situation considering you can't even lift your head from my neck."

I hummed in agreement and just snuggled even further into my girlfriend. 

Once we got into our bedroom she carried my straight through to the bathroom and we did our night-time routines before heading to bed.

Andy had finished after me so I was already under the cover and near enough asleep when she came in. Not a word needed to be shared between us when I reached out my arms to her, she knew what it meant. 

Andy POV: 

I clambered into bed next to y/n/n and pulled her into me. Her head was in my chest and her leg was draped over mine. This time of the day was my favourite, it was clam. Just us two, it was lik nothing else in the world mattered at that moment. I had my girl in my arms and that's all I cared about.

Y/N - "I love you."

I silently aw at her sleepy voice and kiss her head.

Andy - "I love you too."

Just seconds after I said it I heard little snores coming from the woman in my embrace. I then let myself drift off forgetting all the stress of the day and just enjoying the now. 

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Bryce, Jordan, Jude, and 200+ More of the Best Gender Neutral Baby Names

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Alice Isn't Dead

Alice (Unspecified WLW)

Keisha Taylor (Unspecified WLW)

Archive 81

Alexa Pendras (Unspecified WLW)

Melody Pendras (Lesbian)

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Camp Here and There

Jedidiah Martin (Unlabeled MLM)

Juniper Sloan (Gay)

Rowan Chow (Bisexual)

Sydney October Sargent (Gay)

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The Bright Sessions

Adam Hayes (Gay)

Byron "Mark" Bryant (Bisexual)

Caleb Michaels (Unspecified MLM)

Chloe Turner (Asexual, Panromantic)

Emily Rodriguez (Unspecified WLW)

Melanie Trent (Lesbian)

Rose Atkinson (Lesbian)

The Magnus Archives

Georgie Barker (Bisexual)

Jonathan "Jon" Simms (Asexual, Unspecified MLM)

Martin Blackwood (Unspecified MLM)

Melanie King (Unspecified WLW)

Tim Stoker (Bisexual)

The Penumbra Podcast

Juno Steel (Bisexual)

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Where The Stars Fell

Edison "Ed" Tucker (Bisexual)

Lucille "Lucy" Kensington (Unspecified WLW)

Welcome to Nightvale

Basimah Bishara (Unspecified WLW)

Carlos (Gay)

Cecil Palmer (Unspecified MLM)

Charles (Unspecified MLM)

Joanna Rey (Unspecified WLW)

John Crayton (Bisexual)

Kevin (Unspecified MLM)

Maureen Johnson (Unspecified WLW)

Michelle Nguyen (Unspecified WLW)

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[wndaswife]

santa monica dream

taylor sloane x fem!reader

tags: angst. a lot of angst.

word count: 2432

summary: late into the night, taylor calls you after months of being broken up from each other.

a/n: based on the song 'santa monica dream' by angus & julia stone

gif is not mine; credit to the creator.

It’s three in the morning and you’re sitting at the kitchen counter, working on a project on your laptop, when Taylor calls you. It’s the first time she has since the two of you broke up nearly a year ago.

You don’t know why you pick up, but you do. You hold the phone up to your ear, holding your breath and not daring to make even the slightest noise.

A voice you hadn’t heard in what felt like centuries, and simultaneously one you could recall as if you had heard it just this morning, speaks meekly through the phone, “Hello?”

You consider just hanging up, or continuing to stay silent and have Taylor speak again. You don’t know when you decided to answer, but you find yourself parting your lips to speak faster than you could stop yourself. “Hi,” you say.

“Y/N?” Taylor asks, and you screw your eyes shut at the feeling that bursts through your chest hearing her call your name again. “Is that you?”

“Yeah, it’s me.”

She lets out a breath that sounds like a laugh. You think it is. “You sound different,” she comments. You cannot tell if it’s a good or bad thing that you sound different, but she sounds sentimental. Taylor, sentimental. You could almost laugh. It isn’t long before Taylor talks again. “How have you been?”

“I’ve been fine,” you answer simply. “And you?”

Taylor replies, “Me too.” There is a moment’s silence before she suddenly says, “Ezra and I are trying for a baby.”

“Good for you guys,” is all you hear yourself saying. You recall Taylor’s Instagram post from when the two of them got engaged. They looked happy, from what you could tell, but you hadn’t spoken to Taylor for months at that point.

“He wants a boy.”

You don’t say anything.

“I think I want a girl.” She feels something warm, even while you don’t utter a word, simply because she knows you’re on the phone with her. If she said something, you’d hear it. You were right there, and that was the most she had of you in a long time.

“Okay,” you say in response. You don’t question why Taylor is telling you all this to begin with, in casual amiability as if you were a close friend to confide in, so you just respond blankly.

Carrying the conversation forward as if she hadn’t just arbitrarily told you she was trying to have a child with her fiancé, Taylor says, “I saw you went to Malta with Genevieve.”

Taylor spent hours searching your girlfriend up online. It started with occasional photos of you two hanging out at cafes and at nice places around the city. Who was this woman you were hanging out with so often, Taylor wondered. She seemed nice enough.

Then, a photo of the two of you together was posted by a mutual friend, Genevieve’s hand on your knee. It enraged her. Her chest tightened and a thousand weights dropped to the bottom of her stomach. She became lightheaded as she looked through the woman’s social media, searched up her name on Google, on Twitter, on Pinterest.

It angered her how perfect she would be for you. She was pretty. Prettier than Taylor, maybe. She was into reading, genuinely into reading, whereas Taylor faked it for comments on how profound and intelligent she was when she posted your favourite book as her own on her Instagram story.

Your girlfriend had a small business, a little shop in the city. She sold her sculptures and paintings. She was an artist. Of course she was. And she was good. Taylor bought several of her pieces just to throw her sculptures onto the ground in her backyard, to rip her paintings up and throw them into her fireplace.

Genevieve was everything Taylor wasn’t. She was everything you would’ve rather she had been when she was dating you instead of the vain, juvenile woman she was.

“Yeah, I did.” The vacation was nice. You’d always wanted to go to Malta. Taylor was always too busy promoting the L.A lifestyle, or so she said.

“The pictures on your Instagram are really cute,” Taylor remarks aloud. You think it’s supposed to be a compliment, but you don’t know what to say to it, so you don’t say anything at all. “Is Genevieve nice?” she asks suddenly.

“What?”

“Like, is she a nice person?”

“Yeah, she is. Why would you ask that?” You hope you didn’t come off as defensive when you responded, but without having to force something that sounded more lighthearted, you wouldn’t have known how else to put it.

Taylor hums cluelessly. “I’ve never met her, so I was just curious.” She was skilled in socialising, getting to know people- really getting to know them, inside and out. When you went out to parties with her, you observed how Taylor had turned socialising into some sort of science- the crinkling of her eyes as she smiled as to indicate sincerity, the looseness of her shoulders to indicate contentment- whereas you knew little to nothing about mingling.

When she paid half a mind to you, Taylor would wrap an arm around your waist in front of prospective business partners, saying, ‘This is my partner, Y/N.’ Never ‘girlfriend.’ It was ‘partner,’ always. You sometimes wondered if Taylor saw you as just another business opportunity, too. Maybe it was nicer for her image to have you as a partner; someone meek and gentle, who was a woman nonetheless. Dating someone like Taylor would make anyone think things like that, especially when she spent none of her time telling or showing you differently.

Coming back home from these social events, there was mirth in the glints of her eyes, having taken every person of interest at the event into her hands. Taylor brought in a lot of money from her social platforms, but for her, a greater incentive than money was being able to dip her fingers into the very limbs of those around her like one would do to a permeable body of water, taking them by their reins and utilizing them like marionettes. It was a little admirable from the eyes of someone who could hardly even keep a conversation with a stranger, but not from the eyes of her girlfriend. Not from someone who was treated no different than one of her prospective business partners.

“Why did you call me, Taylor?” you ask suddenly.

Your break up with her wasn’t simple nor was it mutually received. From what you allowed yourself to recall, your nearly two-year long relationship with her ended in quite the chaotic dispute. Taylor threw a framed picture at you from off the wall, causing your cheek to be nicked by a glass shard. There was not a moment during the three-hour argument where you weren’t shouting at each other. You left the house with an angry flourish, slamming the front door and shaking Taylor to the very bone. You slept at a hotel out of the city.

A week later, after a few exchanged I’m sorry’s and Let’s talk about this, please’s, you returned home to pack your things.

You left without any notice to Taylor, who was, at the time, at a partnership conference, not that she’d care if you gave her one anyways.

She left you many angry texts after she came home to all your things being gone, but you refused to argue over the phone. You met up for lunch at one point. The two of you only argued in the parking lot of the restaurant the two of you agreed upon before Taylor stormed back into her car and drove away. She texted you something brief later that day about closure and having appreciated her relationship with you. You hadn’t heard from her since.

Until now.

“Don’t know. Wanted to hear your voice,” Taylor answers. You can picture the way her bottom lip stuck out slightly when she sounded unsure like this.

You scoff. “Well, you heard it. I’m hanging up.”

But Taylor is quick to protest, “No! Don’t!”

You look up at your kitchen ceiling, not saying another word nor hanging up the phone.

Taylor hesitates, “H… Hello?”

“Hi,” you answer scornfully.

“Oh, you’re still here!”

“I’m not falling for this fucking shit again, Taylor.”

“What?”

“What are you gonna do? Huh? Are you recording this?" you accuse angrily. "Gonna post it on Instagram to fuck with me? Twist it around so I’m the desperate obsessive ex-girlfriend who called you at three in the morning?” Anger bubbled up in you the longer you spoke to her, the more she opened herself up to you as if what happened between the two of you never happened. Even now, after so long, she was the exact same woman you used to know.

Taylor sits up from where she was laying on the living room couch, panicked. “What? No! I wouldn’t do that.”

“You literally have done that before.” The outrage it caused was of an unbelievable amount. You and Taylor had only been arguing about her spending too much time online rather than in real life, with you. Out of context, it was quite the unpleasant behaviour on your end, so you understood the general responses from Taylor’s following, but you would never have expected how popular the video got.

Hundreds of hateful messages flooded your comments and message requests. For months, you weren’t able to have any social media presence without being cornered by those who hated you.

Taylor hadn’t even told you it was going to happen. She used you for a scandal and didn’t even tell you, as if you were just a piece in a game. She insisted that her friends had posted it without her permission, that she didn’t know it had been happening until it happened. But you knew she was lying, and she knew that you knew.

Your anger plateaued when she defended you online, recording and posting a ten-minute long video explaining the situation, creating fake context that made you seem slightly more likeable, and reestablished your relationship to her hundreds of thousands of followers.

‘My partner and I have never been happier. We love each other.’

Foolishly, that soothed you. The bare minimum meant the world to you. Even in defending you, which is what she had been planning since the video of your call with her was recorded to begin with, Taylor was the Good Samaritan. She was a loving, forgiving person who defended her partner in front of thousands, even when her partner was in the wrong. Her account got more attention after that, opening more doors for her and boosting her popularity.

“Well, I deleted those videos. And my publicist got them off of most websites,” Taylor tries to defend herself, her fingers pressing into the cushion of her couch.

“As if I give a fuck about that, Taylor.”

“And I’m different! I wouldn’t do that now.”

You spoke the next few words with ease, as if it had been sitting on your tongue just waiting to be shot out like snake venom. “I really don’t care how different you are, what self-help books you’re reading, what kind of spirituality shit you’re posting on your Instagram now to promote yourself- I don’t give a fuck!” You looked up at the ceiling where Genevieve slept in the room above, hoping you didn’t wake her.

Taylor is silent for a few moments, and when she speaks, she is quiet. “You would care if you could see it. If you could see that I really am different now. I am. I’m better.”

“A better what?”

“A better everything.”

“Why are you even telling me all of this? I haven’t talked to you in months.”

“I don’t know, okay?” she answered, audibly exasperated. “I just sat down and then I was calling you. I’m sorry.” Then, she asks, “Why don’t you care?”

“What?”

“Why don’t you care that I’ve changed?”

“Because just I don’t. I gave up the responsibility of caring about you a long time ago. You should’ve had this number deleted.”

The way Taylor’s head hangs as she brings a hand up to her face to physically stop herself from crying is, fortunately for her, unheard by you. Warm, stinging tears fall from her eyes anyways. “I’m sorry, Y/N,” she says.

You can hear the tremble in her voice. You aren’t sure how to take it because the Taylor Sloane you know could fake any emotion on the human spectrum.

“I wish I hadn’t treated you like that. It’s my fault that we…” she trails off and sniffles before continuing. “I don’t know what to do. Ezra wants a baby, and I don’t think I’m ready. I don’t think I even know what being ready feels like.”

Her confession finally leaves her in soft sobs, “I really miss you. Miss having you around. Telling you about my day. You’d know what to do if you were here. You always know what to do.”

You’re silent, just listening to her as you run your eyes over the tiles of your kitchen floor.

“It’s not the same with Ezra, you know.”

Here, you have to stop her. “Taylor, stop.”

But she pushes on unambiguously. “It’s the truth. I think about you all the time, even when I’m with him.”

There is another silence, and you imagine she was waiting for you to say you felt the same. But you didn’t. You hadn’t felt that way a very, very long time.

Taylor didn’t call again after that.

Just over ten months later, you’re having lunch with your best friend when she shows you something Taylor had posted about her newborn on Instagram. Newborns, actually. She had twins. A boy and a girl. In the picture she posted, Ezra was holding one baby, and Taylor the other.

“Hi,” Genevieve greets from behind you, breathlessly. “I’m sorry I’m late.” She leans down to kiss your cheek and you look away from your friend’s phone.

Genevieve hugs your friend before sitting down in the seat beside you. “Have you ordered yet?” she asks, picking up her menu.

“No, we were waiting for you,” you say. Your fiancée takes your hand under the table and you play with her ring with the pads of your fingers.

The caption of Taylor’s photo, ‘You ought to dream,’ goes unread by you, a quote from your favourite book, The Sun Also Rises by Ernest Hemmingway, that Taylor had finally read.

Taylor Sloane isn’t thought about once during the entirety of the lunch, and very scarcely is for the next many years of your life.

[maximotts]

You wake up in the middle of the night from a bad fever with Taylor next to you. Taylor shows you a loving and caring side you don't see very often.

soft Taylor soft Taylor soft Taylor!!!

Everything felt too hot and ice cold at the same time. Your skin was hypersensitive, fluffy sheets scraping it like sandpaper. Freeing yourself was a struggle accompanied with whines and weak kicking at the fabric, anything to ease your suffering even the tiniest bit. As the air hit you nausea took over and when touching your forehead brought back way too much sweat to be normal, you were sure you'd hurl.

Taylor, meanwhile, was perfectly comfortable as she slept. Cozy and dreaming without a care in the world, the blonde was ready to chew you out for ripping the sheets away from her so rudely. "Some of us are trying to rest, you know... Oh-"

It was dark in your shared bedroom, but there was no hiding your uncomfortable squirming- you moved in your sleep sometimes, but never like this. "Hey, what's wrong?"

It was all you could do to groan, frustrated with your fuzzy brain, "Everything hurts..." You expected her to go back to bed. Your girlfriend wasn't cold-hearted, but she was hardly a natural caregiver; that was your role in the relationship. In your time together, Taylor kept busy constantly and that included whenever you fell ill. You could hardly fault her for it; it was rare you ever got this sick and you couldn't think of a time she would've seen you in such a state.

So lost in thought, the cool rag on your head made you jolt upright. "Shhh, it's just me..." A gentle hand guided you back to the bed, letting your heavy head rest against fluffy pillows. The mattress dipped as Taylor sat next to you, securing the washcloth across your forehead before moving to straighten your tangled clothes.

She must've sensed your confusion because Taylor scoffed lightly, "What? I'm not allowed to take care of you now?"

You shrugged just enough for her to see it, cracking your eyes open to commit the sight of Taylor fretting over you to memory. "I didn't say anything."

"You said it with your sick little postures. I'll stop it you want-"

"No!" You had to admit, there was something sweet about the way she was pushing your hair from your face. Her brow was furrowed in worry and you realized she really must be concerned at your sudden illness. "It's probably from standing outside in the rain last night. I'll be fine."

"Oh yeah..." Taylor was good at hiding it most of the time, but she was always scared of something happening to you on her watch. When she entered this relationship, she made a promise to herself to look out for you when she could. You had an awful habit of bending over backwards for her; amazing for her followers who always gush over her considerate girlfriend, terrible for the way Taylor forgot to check in on you.

That night she'd been extremely slow in leaving a new product launch party, a party you weren't feeling up to, but still were kind enough to drop her off and pick her up from. When you'd texted her you were waiting outside, it was pouring rain out, but the crowd of cars made it impossible for her to find the vehicle without you standing next to it. She'd ended up leaving you outside for half an hour and, even drenched and tired, you never once complained when Taylor finally found her way to you.

It was her fault you'd gotten sick and she felt terrible. "Just... let me do this for you, okay? I owe you." Taylor climbed over you to settle against the headboard before shifting your head to rest in her lap. She took a moment to stare down at you, taking in your overheated cheeks and scrunched nose. You could completely blame your fever on her, but you didn't- Taylor owed you much more than this. "Get some rest. I'll be here if you need anything."

This was a completely new side of Taylor, one you were sure you shouldn't get used to seeing. Still, it was sweet to be allowed to see it even just this once. "Do you think... you can make me waffles in the morning?"

Taylor rolled her eyes, leaning in to place a quick kiss on your pouted lips. "You're pushing it. Maybe I'll order some for you when the sun is out."

[messedupfan]

Lunar First Date (Taylor Sloane x Reader)

A/N: Another short thing.

Masterlist

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As all things do these days, it started with a crush and then a direct message. Y/n noticed Taylor and tried to convince her all of the reasons that she should be with them. Of course though, Taylor is a little hesitant because of some reason or another — a divorce and minor PTSD problems from a crazy person named Ingrid — but Y/n is patient and persistent. Then one day, in the middle of their texting conversation Taylor accepts a date from Y/n just around the corner of a Lunar Eclipse. So Y/n, being the hopeless romantic that they are, they plan a date around that.

They go as far as purchasing a brand new telescope for the occasion. To make everything cozy, Y/n gathers blankets, pillows and spare hoodies just in case either of them gets cold and packs everything up in their truck. Y/n anxiously lets the time pass until around three am when they pull up to Taylor’s house and call her to wake her up. She is understandably confused and slightly paranoid as to why anyone would plan a date for the middle of the night if not to kidnap and murder her. But she relents and dresses as fast as possible. Taylor relaxes when she finally meets Y/n in person for the first time and almost instantly feels relaxed in their presence.

Y/n greets her with a hug and opens the passenger door of the truck for Taylor. The location isn’t too far from Taylor’s house, which is reassuring, but it is a very open and desert area.

Y/n helps Taylor out of the truck once it's parked and leads her to the bed where they help her climb on. There is a mattress and Taylor gives Y/n a funny look. They hadn't even realized before and they laugh at the misunderstanding as they open the small trunk beside it to reveal the telescope. “It’s just for us to sit on, don't worry.” Y/n moves to the back window to pull out the blankets and pillows for them to make the space more comfortable.

Taylor relaxes again and helps Y/n set up. Once that is settled, Y/n grabs their camera and sets up the telescope on the remaining space on the bed of the truck and once they have the perfect view of the Eclipse they grab Taylor’s attention. “This is why I dragged you out of bed at three in the morning,” Taylor moves over to the telescope and looks through. She gasps in amazement and settles back into her seat as she tries to comprehend how a person could come up with such a romantic first date.

“You know you’re in trouble right?”

“How so?” Y/n says a little distracted with the settings of their camera.

“Well, what grand gesture could ever top this?”

Y/n is taken aback by the question and they realized this was quite a date to bring anyone at anytime. But they smiled and shrugged with a confident wink, “Guess you’re going to have to stick around and find out.”

Taylor returns the smile and the two settle in together as they watch what they can with the naked eye. Enjoying the snacks Y/n had packed for them and talking to each other about themselves and other first date things.

At some point Y/n starts taking pictures and Taylor watches them do their thing. To her, Y/n looks so adorable as they are focused on the task that once they finally break that focus, she greets them with a sweet kiss.

“You know… if you were to ask me to be your girlfriend I’d have a really hard time saying no right about now.” She gives Y/n a soft smile.

They grin back, “Well, I guess I better ask soon.” And once the light is completely off of the moon Y/n does exactly that, Taylor happily accepts. The two watch the sunrise together and continue to enjoy each other's presence until Y/n can take her to grab some breakfast at a nearby diner.

Once it reaches an appropriate hour, they pack everything up and Y/n drives with Taylor leaning on their side with their hands laced together to the nearest open establishment. The two opt to sit next to each other in the booth instead of opposite sides and they have a spectacular meal together.

All too soon Y/n is walking Taylor up to her front door and they give her a kiss goodbye. Instead of the parting words creating anxiety in either of them, like people with normal first dates, they feel a comfort knowing that they will get to see each other again.

[writing-house-of-m]

No More Interruptions

Taylor Sloane x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Comfort, Angst

Warnings: Anxiety/depression, cheating, asshole-ery, swearing

Word Count: 6,943

Summary: You and Taylor are friends. When her husband becomes insecure in their marriage and cheats on her, you help Taylor as much as you can through her divorce while you hide your true feelings for the blonde.

A/N: The request can be found here. I hope you enjoy anon! (I'm sorry it took so long)

You have been in love with Taylor Sloane and there was nothing you could do about it. 

The two of you had become good friends. Great friends even, which is why you couldn’t say anything. You didn't want to ruin what you had. Not to mention the fact that she was married. 

And you had to watch.

Watch the couple’s interactions with a smile on your face. Listen to everyone commenting on 'how cute' they were and how they were the ‘perfect couple’. 

Every word felt like a knife was being twisted in your chest. Over and over again. 

You tried to move past your feelings. Spent some time away from her, admittedly it helped for a little while. You even started dating again and started a relationship with someone but as soon as you were back in Taylor's orbit all your feelings came rushing back. 

Eventually, you and your, now, ex-girlfriend split amicably. You tried to love her but when those words didn't ever come from your mouth after she said them to you, you knew it was unfair to hold on to her. 

On the other hand, Ezra, Taylor’s husband, was jealous of you. He had it in his mind that you would make a move on his wife. Regardless of your feelings towards the blonde, you would never have come between them. 

However, having had enough of living in her shadow on top of being so convinced she would cheat on him, using his own words, - 'I cheated on you, before you could do it to me.' 

Taylor was heartbroken. She loved the man wholeheartedly and felt betrayed. 

She wasn't aware of his jealousy. She hadn't caught on that he would be overly affectionate when you were around. How he would grit his teeth when his wife would talk about you to others. He’d be so caught up in his jealousy that her words about him being 'so talented,' and 'the best husband anyone could have asked for,' fell on deaf ears. 

After Ezra's cheating scandal and their divorce was caught on by internet gossip sites, you tried to be there for Taylor but, with her ex-husband spilling lies about you and her, you found it was better to keep your distance and only met up with her in small groups of people. Never just the two of you alone. 

As the months passed by, you helped with as much as you could while Taylor grieved her relationship with Ezra all the while dealing with her divorce. It got to a point where you had made a schedule so that someone was always with her to ensure she wasn't alone. 

Because it couldn't be you. 

… 

Music was blasting through the house as you stood in the kitchen with your friend, Dan.

“She’s so fine, Y/n!” He was talking about a girl he had been talking to and you were standing there smiling at his antics to bed the, in your words, poor woman. 

He knew about your feelings for Taylor, as well as everything you were doing for her, so he made sure you turned up to this party to give you a chance to relax a little. 

He was successful for the most part, seeing you speak to new people, making new friends. He even helped be your wingman a couple of times. Even so, while you were pretending to listen to these girls you had a different one on your mind the whole time. 

He took a swig of his drink and asked “Anyone caught your eye? I saw you talking to that brunette, are you taking her home tonight?” 

You told him you appreciate what he was doing but you just wanted to see Taylor. It had been over a month since you last saw her. 

He shook his head disapprovingly but sympathised with you. "So, who's with her tonight?" He asked, satiating your need to talk about the woman that wouldn't ever leave your thoughts. 

Finishing the sip you had just taken of your drink, you struggled to keep a straight face when you told him, "Nicky," forcing yourself not to smirk, waiting for his reaction. 

His face scrunched up when he caught on, "Nicky?!" You scoffed at his facial expression. "Nicky? Her brother? The ‘always-wasted’, ‘ready-to-party’, Nicky?" He questioned. 

You chuckled slightly, "Yeah, that's the one." You took a mouthful of your drink, before continuing with a smile on your face, "He's actually stepped up in a big way and been really protective." 

"I don't blame him. This Ezra sounded like a dick. I would have kicked his ass a long time ago," he says and before either of you get to say another word you hear someone shout, "LET'S PARTY MOTHERFUCKERS!" Recognising the voice instantly you move to the main room of the house, with Dan following. 

You see Nicky waving and saying ‘hi’ to several people he probably didn't even know, as you walk up to him. He sees you so addresses you too, "Y/n! It's about time I saw you at one of these again!" The blonde says as he pulls you into a tight hug. 

You return his greeting and when he lets go, with furrowed eyebrows, you can't stop yourself from asking, "Why aren't you with Taylor?" Voice raised so he can hear you over the music. 

He shrugs his shoulders, "She told me she wanted some time alone," he says nonchalantly.  You're about to scold him for leaving her but he stops you because he's been on the receiving end of this before, having had this kind of conversation with him a few times already. 

He puts up his hand to stop you before you start, "Wait, just listen," He pulls you to a different room where the music is a bit quieter, "I told her I would stay with her but she insisted. She said she was just going to sleep anyway." He clarifies and from his expression you can see he's telling the truth. 

He is looking around at the other party goers, giving someone a head nod and another person a wave, while you nod your head, "Ok," you say solemnly and hesitate to continue. "How is she?" 

"Ehh…" He was trying to think of the right words, "She's… better than she was but still has a while to go," then blurts out an afterthought, "She always asks about you, you know?" Someone dancing catches his attention and his face lights up. While you're distracted thinking about what he has just said, the excited man sees this as his opportunity to leave you. "Gotta go bros!" He says to you and your best friend before rushing off. 

Dan starts to speak from behind you so you turn around, "Look, I know you think you're helping by not going over. But it's been long enough since you last saw her." He pats your arm grinning, "Go over and just say 'hi'." 

“Maybe you're right,” You smile at him. 

“I’m always right,” He responds, going in to hug you goodbye. 

"Plus,” you both pull away, “I gotchu bro!" Dan says comically, mimicking Nicky and making you laugh. 

… 

It doesn't take you long to get to Taylor's from the party. You thank the driver and make your way to her door.

You know it will be fine but you feel nervous. It feels like a lifetime has passed since you last saw her. 

After a few knocks and no answer. You think she could be sleeping so you are about to leave but just before you do you figure, since you're already there, you could at least text her to make sure.  

-

Upstairs, Taylor,  already looking at her phone, smiles when sees your message pop up at the top of her screen:

I know you're home. Come and answer your door, lazy 😴

She considers not answering because she's been crying and doesn't want anyone to see her like this. She’s been laying in bed for a few hours reading comments about herself online. 

She hears her phone ping again: 

Don't leave me on read now Sloane 🤨

She laughs tearily at the message and types her reply. Once it is sent she moves to her bathroom to splash some water on her face hoping it will soothe her eyes and irritated skin. 

When it obviously doesn't work she throws on a hoodie bringing the hood over her eyes hoping to keep you from seeing them. 

-

You smile when you hear your notification sound.  

You're not allowed to comment on how I look 

After a few minutes you hear the door unlock. Taylor is standing in front of you, drowning in an oversized hoodie. 

"When you said I couldn't comment on how you looked, I thought I'd at least be able to see your face and crazy hair," you say with a smile. 

"And yet, you still commented on it." She retaliates. 

You laugh at her jest. 

"Hi Taylor," you say, still smiling. 

She whispers a "Hi," and you see a small smile because it's all you can see of her face. 

"Can I come in?" 

She moves to the side as you step in, not going any further. Once she has locked the door and faces you, you open your arms. She falls into you without hesitation. 

With your arms around each other, her head against your chest, you press your cheek on top of her head. 

"I've missed you," She says in a small, sad voice that you can't help but feel a twinge inside you. 

"I've missed you too," you reply. 

"Sorry, it's been so long," you whisper into the dimly lit house. It's so strange to see the bubbly blonde so down, you still haven't gotten used to seeing her like this. 

You place a kiss on the crown of her head and stand there for a little while longer enjoying this moment you've been longing for the past few weeks. 

It’s been quiet for too long, so you decide to break the silence, "You haven't gone to sleep on me, have you Sloane?" You quip. 

The blonde laughs and sniffles as she pulls away. 

"You've been crying," You knew it as soon as you heard her voice when she first opened the door. "Is that why you're not letting me see your face?" 

She finally looks up from the ground to your eyes and when you see hers, your heart breaks with how sad she looks. "Maybe," she whispers with a small smile on her face. But a tear falls and you can't help but pull her in for another hug. 

The two of you stand there for a few more minutes until she apologises; for crying and for ruining your shirt. 

You can't help but laugh at her as you grab her hand, "You have nothing to apologise for." 

She looks at you again with teary eyes. 

You just want to wrap her up so you can keep her with you and make sure she never hurts again. 

Using your other hand you brush away a stray tear and cup her cheek, "Do you want to talk about it?" 

.

You're in her room, sitting across from each other on her bed. 

She has finally taken off her hood and you can see just how broken she looks. 

Messy hair, red and swollen eyes. You don't think you've ever seen Taylor this sad before. You hate that she's feeling like this. 

The influencer opens up about everything going through her mind. All about how she didn't know Ezra was feeling insecure in their marriage. How she lost you because of everything. Her insecurities about finding love again - If she'll ever find 'the one'. 

You talk her through it all, reassure her and call Ezra a variation of names from 'dick' to 'the worst type of scum' gaining a few laughs from the sad girl. 

Overall she looks better. Relief settling in her bones after getting all of this off her shoulders. She couldn't be happier that you showed up. And being honest with yourself, you felt better too. 

"I saw what they were writing about you. Online. What he said about you. I know that's why you stay away." She thinks to not say her next thought but continues anyway, "I would stay away from me too." 

You give her a puzzled look, "Taylor. I didn't stay away because of you, I stayed away because of them," she returns your look. "I stayed away so they wouldn't have the ammo to use against you with these lies, I never want to be away from you. I really have missed you." 

Taylor's eyes fill with tears again, only this time they're happy tears. 

“You’re kind of my favorite person,” you say, pushing her shoulder teasingly, which she laughs at. 

You talk even longer. Hours and hours of talking about everything and nothing. 

You talk about some of the weirdest influencers you've come across, Nicky and Dan arguing over stupid things - in your opinion,  they'd both die first in a zombie apocalypse. "I know! Nicky couldn’t stop going on and on about it when he came here that day!" The blonde adds. 

You're both laughing when you look out of the window and see colors of the sunrise. You hadn't realised how late, or early, it had gotten. 

"Oh wow, I should really go," you say, taking out your phone to look at the time. You see a flurry of notifications you didn't know about because you had put it on silent earlier. While you have it out you quickly read over a few messages as you pull down the status bar on the screen and stand from the bed. 

You don't see the way Taylor's face drops at the prospect of you leaving. 

Her voice stops you from picking up your jacket.  

"Stay." 

The word comes out so soft, that if the room wasn't so quiet you would have missed it. 

You look up from your phone and see green eyes shining at you, begging you to accept her request. 

There's a hopeful look on her face and you knew from early on in your friendship you wouldn’t ever be able to deny her of anything, especially when she's looking at you like that. 

"Okay," You smile at her. 

Who knew one word could make someone so happy? She's beaming as she slides to the other side of the bed pulling her covers over so you can get in. 

You're not sure if you should face her or not as you put your phone down next to the bed and move to lie next to her. But when you see her facing the middle, you do the same. 

Once you’re both comfortable, you look over and see her smiling at you. You can’t help but smile back. 

Goodnight’s are whispered to each other and Taylor is asleep within a few minutes. 

You gaze at her sleeping figure. She looks so peaceful, so soft. You make a mental note to text Dan thanking him for pushing you to see her. 

With your mind going one hundred miles a minute it takes you a while to fall to sleep. 

…

From then on you had both been texting and calling frequently but avoided meeting in person to avoid any complications while her divorce was being settled and rumours were still circulating. 

It only took a few more weeks but once the divorce was done, you were able to be Taylor's close friend again. Physically speaking. 

Even though your feelings were as strong as ever you never overstepped that line of friendship. 

You didn't want to ruin what you had. 

You couldn't. 

… 

Life, from there, carried on for Taylor. She was back on Instagram, made a few videos about her divorce and talked about how she was going to fully embrace this time she had to herself. 

To work on herself. 

She was happier, your friendship was better than before and you both frequented different social events while pushing one another to be better in your respective circles. 

Everything was good for months until she ran into Ezra at a grocery store. 

… 

Nicky was in town and staying with Taylor. 

After the incident, he tried all he could to console her but whatever he was trying didn't help. 

Many failed attempts to comfort her later, he called the one person he knew could help. 

-

You were away for some humanitarian work and were going to be out of service for at least a week. 

When you told Taylor you were going she whined asking you to let her tag along next time. After explaining it wasn’t her scene because there were no five star hotels… or any hotels as a matter of fact - her face wilting was the only answer you needed, making you chuckle. 

"Just hurry up and come back," she whined. 

-

When you got back and saw the amount of missed calls and texts you had from Nicky, you called him as soon as you could. 

Whenever you were away from Taylor, be it in meetings for work or away for whatever reason, witty messages from the blonde were usual - ‘You better be missing me,’ ‘I’m bored,’ ‘Hurry up and finish what you’re doing,’ etc. 

So when her brother explained everything and told you Taylor hadn't been herself for days, you weren’t surprised. You had deduced that much when you saw her messages had stopped around the same date of the confrontation Nicky filled you in about. 

He had been making sure she was eating and taking care of her basic hygiene but overall she wasn't doing well even if she was pretending she was fine. 

When you got to Taylor's house you used your emergency key to get in. 

You raced to her room but entered slowly. 

You spoke cautiously "Taylor?" She was laying in bed, back facing the door. "I know what happened," you say softly as you approach her. 

She looked so small. 

-

Ezra had fast become the biggest lowlife you'd ever come across and that was one of the nicest ways to put it. 

While Taylor went shopping and was in the produce section, he and his new girlfriend surrounded her. Talks of her using her fame to bad mouth him, making him look bad while Taylor was playing the victim. 

She got out of there as fast as she could. It was a good thing Nicky saw her being ganged up against and stopped her ex from saying anything else by sucker punching him in the jaw. 

He drove her home but she didn’t say a word to him the entire drive. 

When he explained to you what had happened you knew she would fall back into that state you found her in months ago. 

She'd come so far since then and all it took was a few words from this literal piece of shit to bring her back down. 

-

"You're so much better than him Tay," she stays quiet. "Remember when I called him the scum of the Earth? I found a better way to describe him - 'dung nugget'," you try, but still nothing. 

As you shrug off your jacket, placing it to the side on her chair and sitting on the bed so you can almost see her face. You change your tone to a light hearted one, "I guess I need to bring out the big guns to make you laugh," you're met with even more silence so you carry on. 

"Did you know the first french fries weren’t cooked in France?" You see her eyebrows furrow, confused as to how you went from trying to cheer her up to something so random. 

She wonders if she should say something even though she doesn't have the energy but you don't give her a chance as you continue, "They were cooked in Greece," you smile, proud of yourself. 

Still nothing so you carry on. 

You make a fake face humming like you're thinking of your next joke even though you have a few ready to go. 

"Why did the scarecrow get an award?" She wants to roll her eyes but she just lays still on her side. 

"Because he was out standing in his field." She bites the inside of her lip to suppress a smile but remains quiet. You see some movement of muscles on her face and try to suppress your grin because you have one more you’re sure will work. 

"What do you call a dinosaur that uses really cheap toilet paper?" She closes her eyes, pursing her lips because she thinks she knows where the joke is going to go: she's wrong. 

You end your ‘pause for dramatic effect’, "Mega-sore-ass," you hear her scoff and you let out a chuckle too, "I knew you'd like that one." 

As your laughter subsides, you hear her speak, "I thought you were going to say something about the ‘dung nugget’," she says quietly. 

You smile, shaking your head, "Damn, that would have been way better. When did you get funny?" 

The blonde reverts back to silence until, "Y/n, I know what you're doing, and it's sweet, but I just want to be miserable." 

You press your lips together and let out a breath through your nose. She thinks you're going to leave but you’re taking off your shoes to then slide in next to her on the bed. 

She automatically moves so she can lean into your side with her arm over your stomach. You get comfortable by placing your arm around her and pull her close to you. 

Once you're both settled, with her head on your clavicle, you hear her release a shaky breath and feel her relax into you. 

You kiss the top of her head and begin to stroke her hair while you lay in silence. 

After a few minutes you break the quiet atmosphere, "I know it doesn't feel like it but you won't feel this way forever. One day, you'll be so happy that nothing will bring you down." 

"How do you know I'll be happy?" She asks with a sniffle. 

With your chin leaning on her head and you smile to yourself, "Because I'll be there to make sure of it." 

Taylor brushes a tear gathering in the corner of her eye with the sleeve of her hoodie wrapped around her thumb and says, "How? With your lame ass jokes?" Finishing with a small chuckle. 

You let out an exaggerated gasp, "How dare you insult me like that Taylor Sloane!" You begin, as you pull away from your cuddled position.

Taylor's disappointment from moving away from your warmth doesn't last long because you continue, "You know what I have to do now, don't you?" 

Looking at you confused, Taylor is about to ask what but before she can say anything you answer your own question with a raised eyebrow and a smirk, "Payback," not giving her any time to react you start to tickle her. 

She screams and starts to giggle from the sensation of your attack on her ribs. Her giggles turn into howling laughter and soon you're both laughing at each other because Taylor doesn't back down from a challenge. Not with you. 

She tries to retaliate but you have the upper hand because you've moved on top of her. 

You grab her flailing arms by her wrists and pin them down to the bed either side of her head. You both breathe hard, as your laughter slows, "I guess I win, Sloane,'' you say with a smirk on your face. 

She tries her luck by pushing her arms up but you push back not giving her a chance, making you both chuckle at her failed attempt. 

When she sees she is trapped she realises something, “So what now, huh? Your hands are too busy to attack,” she says smugly. 

You smile down at her. 

She looks so beautiful. 

Even with her messy hair that's tied up in a bun giving you a full view of her face. 

Her tired,  shining emerald eyes look at you the same way you're looking at her. 

You take in every detail of this moment which feels like an eternity. Both your smile's lost as this boundless moment drags on. 

Her gaze drops quickly to your lips then back to your eyes. 

You look at her lips a second longer she looked at yours, thinking to yourself; Is this really going to happen? 

When both your eyes meet again, you are waiting for her to tell you to stop as your head lowers slowly. 

Just as you're almost at the finish line, the tip of your nose brushing hers, you hear the front door of her house open, "Taylor!" You hear the voice of her brother and the rustling of some bags making you pull away at a record speed. "You better not be moping around! I bought us some food!" He shouts. 

You get off her sitting on the edge of the bed, moving to put on your shoes, your back facing her as she sits up looking at you. 

No words are exchanged as she walks out of the room first. 

Taylor makes it into the kitchen but you hang back a little while longer, mind reeling at your almost kiss. 

Nicky smiles and Taylor gives him a full one back, it's not like one of the half-assed smiles he's been getting from her recently. He sees her eyes are not as dark as they have been the last few days too. 

As you make it to them soon after, you look up to see Nicky sorting through the food, plating it all up. "Y/n, I didn't know you were here," he realises now, why Taylor looks better and offers you a smile that you easily return. "There should be enough food for the three of us." 

‘Maybe it's not meant to be.’ - This is the mantra that always goes through your head when you're with her recently. 

"I should go," you smile and start to turn to leave. Just before you do you whip your head around, "If you need me just call me, okay?" You say to Taylor once she makes eye contact. 

She smiles and nods her head. "Thank you," she rushes out before you turn to leave again. "For today. I feel better." 

You give her a small smile, "I'm glad," you reply. You say your goodbyes to them both and leave the house. 

Taylor stares at the spot you were standing as you leave. She hears the door shut and lock, while her mind replays the moment on her bed. Nicky's voice brings her back to her standing in the kitchen, "Is Y/n alright? They never say no to free food," he jokes as she turns to look at him. 

She smiles at his comment and starts to help him with the plating. 

When he starts talking about one of his 'bros doing a backflip into a pool' her mind goes back to you and his voice turns into white noise. 

If Taylor was being honest with herself; 

She would admit that she had imagined a future with you; 

Your kind and loving nature had only pulled her in more and more; 

That she was in love with you. 

… 

A few weeks pass by and while you and Taylor haven't been avoiding each other your interactions have been… less. 

Nicky has left the city again but not before making sure his sister was going to be okay without him, speaking to you to make sure you were going to be around more than you had in these weeks. 

The two of you have only met a couple of times since the day in her bedroom. Neither of you mention it when she calls you on a random Thursday morning asking if you’re busy. 

Her house is running out of necessities so she needs to go shopping. While Nicky was there he would do it but now that she has to do it, she doesn't want to go on her own. 

You agreed to go with her but under one condition: you would drive. 

The two of you have a long running joke about how bad of a driver she is. She, on the other hand, doesn't see it. 

Her laughter in response was music to your ears, you had hated being away from her. 

.

Greeting Taylor, albeit a little awkwardly at first, the two of you fall into your rhythm once more after a few jokes and insults like the way you both usually interact. 

When you get to the grocery store Taylor is sitting in your passenger seat, working up the courage to enter. 

You sit there giving her the time she needs to build up the courage to enter the store. "It's always been so easy, to just walk in," Taylor says as she plays with her fingers, replaying the last time she was here in her head. 

You reach over and take her hand in yours, "Take all the time you need Sloane," you smile at her. 

She takes a final deep breath as she reaches for the door handle and leaves the car. You follow her lead by stepping out of the car and moving inside. You make sure the blonde takes her time walking through the aisles. 

You manage to complete the shopping trip without a hitch. There was an almost incident where Taylor thought she saw Ezra after rounding a corner. Before she could freak out though, you wrapped your arm around her, hand resting on the shopping cart handle, "You're ok, it's not him," you said calmly, as you successfully walked past the man. 

Now that all of her shopping bags were bought in from her car and resting on the counters in the kitchen, it had finally caught up to Taylor. 

She was shaking and you did what you always do which was take her in your arms, "You’re safe now, I’m here." 

Once her trembling stops, she takes a step back and looks at you, "I don't know what I'd do without you." 

Smiling you say, "I know you'd be fine because you're Taylor fucking Sloane," making her chuckle. 

When the moment passes, Taylor takes on a more serious expression, "Really, Y/n. You mean so much to me, I can't imagine my life without you," she says, truthfully. 

You look to the floor and then back to her eyes, "You mean a lot to me too, Taylor," your heart begins to race. 

Your mouth is getting drier by the second. The expression on your face is so serious, Taylor is slightly taken aback. 

You play with the keys in your hands and take this opportunity to say the words you've longed to say. 

"Tayl-" 

Both of you look in the direction of the front door when you get interrupted by the doorbell ringing. She mumbles something about going to see who it is so you nod your head acknowledging her. 

You take a deep breath and jump slightly when your phone rings. 

By the time she gets back she hears the end of your speech, "I'll be there soon, bye," she can't help the frown that takes over her face. 

You turn around seeing the look on her face, you ask,  "Everything ok?" She smiles, explaining it was a package for Nicky. 

She can't help but ask, "You have to go?" 

"Yeah, there's an emergency with some photos and I'm the only one that can deal with it I guess," you say and she smiles softly at you. 

"Saving one person at a time," you smile at her comment and want to say you would always drop everything to save her, but you don't. 

You wrap her in another hug after making sure she will be alright. You then say goodbye before leaving. 

Before Taylor gets on with sorting through the shopping she finds herself spaced out once again after another interaction together. 

A major thought being: ‘What were you going to say?’ 

… 

You had been so caught up with everything going on with Taylor and distracting yourself with work you don't know the last time you spoke with Dan. 

The two of you arranged to meet, so right now you were both sitting outside enjoying a day of leisure together. 

Once he had updated you about his life, you started with yours.  

He already knew about the almost kiss in the bedroom but you use this time to catch him up with the latest. 

When you get to the part about you almost telling Taylor how you feel about her in her kitchen he called you- "dumb! You are such an idiot Y/n!" 

"Thanks," you deadpanned. 

"For real Y/n, why can't you just tell her how you feel?" He sounds frustrated and you can’t blame him. He has had to listen to you talk about the same girl for over two years. 

"We keep getting interrupted, I think it's a sign," you exasperate, as you look at a few clouds in the sky leaning back in your chair. 

"Bullshit!" He shouts out and you turn your head, smiling, to look at him, "What about all the times in between when you haven't even tried?!" His expression is serious and you lower your eyes to the bottle in your hand for a second and back to him, "You need to tell this girl how you feel," he lowers his voice, accentuating his serious expression. 

You're not smiling anymore and he knows where your mind is going to go with this "I-" 

"No!" His voice goes back to being raised. 

You try again, "You don-" 

"I do understand, because I know exactly what you're gonna say," damn, he knows you too well. 

You sit there for a few seconds shaking your leg while you chew your lip in thought. 

He leans forward in his chair, elbows resting on his knees as he looks at you, voice lowered and a lot softer than before but still as threatening, "I know what's going on in that head of yours. I can literally hear what you're thinking," 

You pause your ministrations and squint at him, "Bullshit, you don't know what I'm think-" 

Before you can finish your accusation he is already saying what's on your mind, albeit, cynically, "Oh I don't want to ruin our friendship(!) The universe is against me(!) Wah, wah, wah. You big baby," he finishes leaning back in his lounge chair. 

You look down while you stay slouched in yours. "You're an asshole, you know that?" You say, smiling as you look back at him. 

"You know what? I do know that, I know I'm a correct asshole and you need to get your head out of your own ass," he finishes. 

You scoff, "Dick," then go silent as you start thinking and considering he's not letting you speak, now he's not going to let you think either. 

"Y/n, no. No big romantic gestures, no big speeches just tell her how you feel." 

Wow, he really does know what you're thinking, it's kind of scary. 

"Alright! Alright," you sigh, leaning forward. "I'll talk to her, but-" 

"No. Shut up," You laugh again at his abruptness, "You said yes, so you have to do it now. And by now, I mean NOW," he waves his hand as if to shoo you away, "Get the fuck off my property."  

You stand up, you can't believe you're about to do this. But before you leave you you’re about to voice a doubt in your head, "What if-" 

You shouldn't be surprised to get cut off yet again, "Y/n, man. If you don't leave right now. I will get violent," with his threatening voice you scoff and shake your head. 

As you start to walk away you pause before continuing and turn back to him, "Thanks Dan," He stopped himself from heckling you again when he heard what you were saying, "For everything, really. You're a great friend." 

"Bitch, I know. Now get outta here before I hose you down." He says, then takes a sip from his bottle. 

You walk with renewed vigour in your step. 

You were really going to do it. 

You are going to tell her. 

… 

As you get to Taylor's house, instead of letting yourself in, you knock. It wouldn't feel right to just walk in. Not with what you have to say. 

Looking at your shoes you don't have to wait long before she opens the door. Your head flies up and when she sees you, she smiles. You automatically smile back. 

"Hi," you say uneasily, hands balled into fists in your pockets. 

She doesn't understand why you look nervous, so her greeting comes out as a question, "Hi?" She laughs, "Y/n, what's wrong?" She looks a little worried but still has a smile on her face. 

You let out a breath, you didn't realise you were holding, as a shaky laugh, "I actually wanted to talk to you about somethin-" 

"Taylor? Who is it?" You hear a deep voice coming from behind the door making you pause. 

The door swings further as someone pulls it open to see you standing there. It’s a man you don't know. He’s holding two wine glasses, it doesn't take much to piece it together. 

She was on a date.

Your tense muscles collapse just as your facial expression does. 

She smiles at him, introducing you to each other. But you can’t hear anything. Blood is rushing in your ears and your throat feels like it’s about to close in on itself. 

The whole situation is overwhelming, you can feel your eyes filling with tears so you look away. You need to get out of there quickly, before you break down, "Sorry for interrupting, I'll leave," you hope you manage to say. 

"What? What was it you wanted to talk about?" She asks, confused. 

You’re already turning on your heels so you rush your words out, "It's not important, bye," walking away as fast as you can. 

Taylor calling out for you falls on deaf ears because you knew this was a stupid idea, you knew you shouldn’t have even thought about talking to her about your true feelings. 

You’re not sure if it's from the speed you’re walking or because of this whole situation or both but your heart is racing and your breathing picks up quickly. 

Everything is confusing but one thing is for certain - you feel yourself breaking. 

It's only when you're halfway down the street that you realise tears have spilt over. 

You finally take in your surroundings and can hear someone closing in on you. 

It's Taylor. 

"Y/n, what's going on? You're scaring me," she asks, as her brisk walk reaches you. You take a step back when she goes out to reach for you when she sees your tears. 

She's in front of you and you can’t stop thinking about her and how pretty she is. How much you feel for her. 

Your chest is heaving, your breathing heavy, the lump in your throat doesn’t ease off. 

You couldn't have stopped your next words even if you tried. You’re not thinking properly and the words you've been wanting to say for so long finally spill out. 

"I think I'm in love with you," you can't stop blinking. Whether it's to blink away your tears or from your nerves, you don't know. 

Taylor is looking at you, speechless. She always wondered if there was something in your feelings towards her but always brushed it over thinking it was all in her head. 

"No, I-," you scrunch your eyes closed for a second taking in the fact that you're really saying this, "I am in love with you," you finally say your truth, looking her in the eye. 

All the blonde can do is stare, bewildered as you look at her. 

You've gotten this far, why should you stop now, "I've loved you for a while now and I didn't know what to do so I kept it to myself." 

All the times you held back has led to this moment where you can't stop rambling, "I came here to tell you, but now you're on a date with someone and I-" 

You've lost count with how many times you've been interrupted today but this time it was because Taylor's lips were on yours. 

It takes a second for your brain to catch up to what's going on but eventually you kiss her back. 

You pull her in by the waist as her hands cup your cheeks so she can fully kiss you. It feels eternal and you're kissing her like your life depends on it. 

You both need to stop for air, breathing heavy. 

"It isn’t a date, he's a friend of Nicky's," you rest your forehead against hers, scoffing at how ridiculously you acted with your overreaction. 

You pull back again so you can look at her properly. She's smiling. She's smiling so brightly that she could be compared to the sun. 

You take your time looking at one another so you can take in this moment. 

Even with how fast your heart was beating and the loud rush of blood still in your ears, you hear her say the words you could have only dreamed her saying before now loud and clear,

"I love you too." 

A/N: Thanks to Reddit for ‘Dung nugget’ and to @8bitscarlet for the French fry joke lol

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I Bet You Think About Me (Taylor Sloane/ Reader)

Hi everyone! I haven't written for Taylor in a while and I couldn't get this idea out of my head so here we go. Inspired by I Bet You Think About Me by the queen Taylor Swift.

Summary: You met Taylor Sloane before she was Taylor Sloane. Will status come between you?

You met Taylor Sloane before she was Taylor Sloane. A stark contrast of a woman, the two versions that existed in your mind were like night and day. The woman you had met years ago exuded a gentle kindness and lived a self-effacing life behind the camera that you found comfort in despite the company she kept. You had met her at a pivotal moment, a time where it felt as though the trajectory of your life had changed forever and she was the one solid in a sea of change. You liked to think that she thought of you in the same manner.

The night you met would be burned into your mind for the rest of your life though, it was at a film festival - your very first film at that. Taylor was an apprentice photographer tasked with following her senior photographer and capturing photos of the fresh talent. That was you. The newest actress on the scene, starring in your first leading role that somehow managed to become the main topic of conversation for the entire festival. It was an odd sensation and you couldn’t help but feel almost suffocated by the attention that you were not familiar with receiving. Every interaction you had felt inauthentic and forced, like each person that approached you was hoping to use you as a rung on the ladder in hopes that one day knowing you would give them some sort of advantage. It made you feel sick.

In a bid to escape the prying eyes and demands of attention, you fled the confinement of the room you were trapped in and walked as fast as you could back into the open air, never feeling so alone in a sea of people. Your escape was thwarted when you bumped into someone making their way inside.

The apology died on your lips when you looked up and met the eyes of what had to have been the most gorgeous woman you had ever seen in your life. Seriously. It looked like she was ripped straight from the canvas of the most masterful painting. Monét would probably weep at the sight of her.

That was how you met Taylor Sloane. Taylor who was momentarily starstruck by you, her cheeks turning a pale shade of pink when she realized who she had run into and in both of your nervousness you each fumbled through apologies. Eventually though, something in the air shifted and you both connected authentically. Taylor was a breath of fresh air and the first genuine connection you had made in a long time. To her, you embodied passion and care that she didn't know she was searching for. You grounded her and she sought you out for it.

Taylor was never one to beat around the bush and made it clear from the start that she was romantically interested in you. And you would have been a fool to not be interested in her. You both fell into the bliss of new love, and for lack of better words, were absolutely obsessed with one another. You were both young and naive, completely new to the scene and drawn to each other like magnets. You were each other’s worlds.

Through every obstacle and high and low of life. It felt like there was nothing that could shake the solid foundation of your love. You supported Taylor’s career change and she supported your decision to withdraw from the industry and go back to school to strengthen your craft. There was something between you both that just worked.

For a while.

The foundation shook when you met Taylor’s inner circle. Early on, you learned that the people in Taylor’s life were nothing like her. Pretentious to say the least and you didn’t relate to them in the slightest… and they certainly didn’t make any effort to try to relate to you. To them you were just a lowly student who worked at a diner. They never bothered to learn more because you were below Taylor in their eyes. She was slumming it by being with you and they made their opinions very clear with every backhanded remark. Taylor never seemed to take any of their words to heart.

“It doesn’t matter if they love you. I love you, Y/n. Nothing and no one will ever change that.” She would always say. Well… At least that’s what she used to say.

You tried though. You tried your best to fit in with them because it would make Taylor happy and at the end of the day that was all you could have ever wanted - for her to be happy. So there you were, smiling your way through one of their discussions on the meaning of life or some pompous book that they claimed saved them that you hadn’t heard of. You couldn’t be bothered enough to actually care either way if you were being honest.

“So, Y/n,” Your head shot up at the mention of your name, knowing that you couldn’t smile and nod your way through the conversation anymore. Not when you were the center of attention. “Where are you from?”

Your nerves spiked with the way they attentively watched you. They had never cared before and you couldn’t help but feel unsettled by the sudden question. “Um- A-Ashford.” you stuttered nervously but all you received was a blank stare. “Ashford, it’s in Washington… it’s near a national park…” You trailed off awkwardly.

Another blank stare was your only response until Taylor’s friend with the fake glasses responded. “So… She’s not even from California. Can’t relate.” He chuckled in a way that felt taunting and you shrunk back.

“Neither am I.” Taylor said questioningly and you couldn’t have been more relieved she cut in.

Another woman with bleach blonde hair interrupted, “Yeah, but Tay, you’re like… Part of us, so it's different.”

Taylor smiled but it wasn’t the one of warmth that you were used to receiving and it sent a chill down your spine. “Well, Y/n is part of me so it’s not any different.” To emphasize her point she took your hand and intertwined your fingers over the table, her friends subtly rolling their eyes at her actions before moving on.

Incidents like this became common and you began feeling like the only time you were addressed was when they were trying to humiliate you, but you kept going for Taylor’s sake. Her words rang in your ears each time they questioned you.

“None of that shit matters because I’m with you. I love you.” She would assure you on the drive home, your hand that wasn’t on the steering wheel caught between her own as she pressed her lips to your palm lovingly. It was reassuring and strengthened the love you felt for her. For her you’d endure anything. And that statement was tested seemingly every week, leaving you attending event after event and her social circle of vapid influencers just seemed to grow by the day.

Not only did her social circle expand, but it seemed so did the differences that existed between you both. With each social event, the gaps in your relationship became more and more prominent, as if miles had been driven between you both. Suddenly it felt like Taylor became hard to reach. It began in small waves that you wouldn’t have noticed if they weren't such a stark contrast to the Taylor you had fallen in love with.

“Hey, Taylor?” You called out on your drive home from her friend's wedding when the silence became too much. She hummed in response but didn’t look up. “Cindy’s wedding was so beautiful, even the cake was in tiers.” You joked playfully.

Taylor lifted her head from her phone only to stare at you blankly in response. “What?”

You coughed uncomfortably under her stare. It was something you were used to, but not from her. “Tiers, you know, like tiers of a cake instead of tears from crying…” You explained awkwardly. Taylor rolled her eyes before turning back to her phone, the only sounds in the car coming from the device in her hands and you shrunk down into your seat.

For the first time since you met her, you couldn’t help but feel alone with her sitting right next to you.

Maybe that was the turning point because you quickly noticed that little things that used to make her smile had now become a source of irritation. Her phone was essentially glued to her hand, occupying her every waking moment and leaving you in the shadows, fighting for a love that felt like sand through your fingers. It had come to the point where you had even begun picking up shifts at the diner to avoid going to the events that had become even more excruciating as her inner circle grew. Taylor made it a point to continue to invite you, but it had begun to sound like a chore to her and she seemed almost excited when you would say you couldn’t make it. Eventually she stopped pretending all together and even if you didn’t want to go, it still stung.

Taylor developed an unhealthy reliance on the world she had created online, a world that she had been sure to artfully craft you out of in recent months. You suspected it had something to do with what dating a washed-up, one-hit-wonder actress would do to her image. And god forbid anything tarnish the picture-perfect life she had created. Everything in her life had to be picture perfect. Literally.

There was a time when you were both enough for each other but that clearly didn’t fit into Taylor’s ideals anymore. It was like you didn’t know who this stranger that was desperate for everyone’s approval was anymore and it made you sick.

You had to keep trying though. You loved her too much to let her go so easily.

So, you requested a day off and made sure to finish your scene study before wandering into your living room to find Taylor on her phone as usual. You took a seat across from her and she didn’t even look up. “Taylor?”

“Yeah?” She muttered distractedly.

“I was thinking since I have the day off we should go down to the beach and have a picnic like we used to when we first started dating.” You began, “We haven’t had a date in a while and I’ve missed you.”

Taylor glanced up from her phone briefly, her eyebrow raised curiously. “Sorry, Y/n, Ingrid got me into this really inclusive party and I just have to go.”

You placed a gentle hand on her leg. “Maybe you could skip this one? I know I’ve been busy with work and school and I want to make up for that.” You offered hopefully.

For a moment Taylor’s eyes fell to where your hand rested on her bare skin and it was almost like you could see a glimpse of the woman you met almost two years ago at the first film festival. Then, just like that, it was gone. “It’s really important that I go. There’s going to be so many networking opportunities. It would look bad for my image if I didn’t go.”

With dejection, you sighed quietly and pulled your hand back to your side. “Okay, I understand. Maybe next time I’m off then.” You said, your head ducked as you began making your way out of the room.

“Wait.” Taylor called when you had just faded from her line of sight. You popped your head back into the room hopefully. “You can come with me to the event. I’m sure Ingrid can get you in too.”

Being around her shallow ‘friends’ might be worse than being alone but you told yourself you’d try and try you would. Even if it meant another soul sucking event. “That sounds great, Tayter-tot.” The term of endearment slipped past your lips easily and you froze for a moment.

You were able to breathe a sigh of relief when Taylor smiled at the nickname. Your heart fluttered at the sight because the last time you used the term she had huffed in annoyance. Maybe your Taylor was still there underneath all the superficial and if that was even remotely possible you’d do everything under the sun to reach her again. “I love you.” You said softly.

The shift was subtle, but you could see it was back when her eyes were once again locked on the screen of her phone. A stranger. “You too.” She replied distractedly.

It didn’t take long for you to regret your decision to join Taylor at the event. In fact, you regretted it the second you sat down. For some reason, today you had quickly become the topic of discussion. It was one thing to be discussed for your work, but to be hyper analyzed in the way you were by her friends made you miserable. And Taylor no longer stopped them from doing as they please.

You had managed to tune out the criticism until one comment caught your attention.

“Wow, Tay, you’re like a sugar mommy. Supporting some rando struggling student working a dead-end job at a diner.” Her friend Ingrid said with a laugh and it made your blood boil.

This was usually when Taylor would stand up for you or correct them. Even pull you away to comfort you and assure you that the things they said weren’t true. She didn’t do any of those things though. No, in fact, she did the exact opposite. It shouldn’t have surprised you, but it did.

Taylor laughed. She laughed in your face at the belittling comment and it felt like you had just been slapped in the face. “I guess I kind of am.” She said through her giggles. “Definitely not where I expected my life to take me.”

That wasn’t true in the slightest and Taylor knew it. She knew that you supported the both of you with the residual checks you would get from your first film. You bit your tongue, clenching your jaw to prevent any sound from escaping your lips. You had nothing to prove to these people. With one final thought, you pushed yourself to your feet, the chair you were sitting in scraping harshly against the floor drawing everyone's attention.

“To be frank, I could care less about what you all think of me. I’m far happier than any of you ever could be because I’m not chasing make believe status and pretending to be something I’m not.” You said lowly before storming off, not expecting Taylor to follow you, but hoping deep in your heart that she would.

Taylor didn’t follow you. In fact, she didn’t come home until hours later that night, the familiar sound of her making her way through the house made your nerves spike. Once upon a time, the sounds of her in the house had brought you comfort. Those days were long gone now.

With a sigh, you got up and made your way to the kitchen, seeing her nonchalantly pouring herself a glass of wine. Taylor looked at you for a brief moment before pulling out her phone.

“Are we really not going to talk about what happened tonight?” You questioned in disbelief.

There was no urgency in her movements as Taylor continued to scroll on her phone. “About what?” She questioned, followed by a short sip of her wine, her eyes still locked on the screen. “You mean how you embarrassed me at the event and owe my friends an apology?”

The absurdity of her comment made you laugh, but when her expression didn’t change you realized she wasn’t joking. “You can’t be serious.” There was no response. “Taylor.”

Again, no response. Unable to take it anymore, you marched over to her and yanked the phone out of her hands. “Would you look at me?” You shouted in frustration.

Her mouth opened in shock as if she couldn’t believe what you had just done. “Give me my phone, Y/n.” She shouted back at you.

“No! I’m sick of this! I’m sick of your stupid phone and your need to be on it! And I am completely sick of you pretending to be someone you’re not!”

Taylor threw her arms up in frustration, “Well, I’m sick of you!”

The fight drained from your body at her words, your suspicions confirmed but that didn’t make it hurt any less. “You don’t mean that.” You mumbled quietly, doing your best to mask the hurt that you felt.

Taylor bristled, her expression seething. “I do! You’re boring! You used to have ambition but now you just sit around and do nothing! You are nothing! You could have been something and look at you now.” Her words were weapons and she knew just what to say to break you.

You flinched with the force of her words, physically feeling the exact moment your heart shattered. “That’s not true.” You said firmly despite the uncertainty you felt seep into your bones. “I want to do better. I’m working to be better. You supported it.”

Taylor sneered, “Well I’m tired of it. You’re never satisfied. Not with your work, not with yourself, not with me.”

A single tear burned a hot trail down your cheek. “I loved you through it all, Taylor. You were always enough.”

Taylor scoffed in disbelief, “Finally, some grade-A acting.”

“Why are you acting like this?” The tears came more steadily and you couldn’t stop them. Not when you were losing the woman you thought you’d spend the rest of your life with.

Taylor’s eyes flashed with emotion before they glazed over again. This wasn’t your Taylor anymore… She was theirs. It broke your heart even more to realize that you wouldn’t get her back. Not if she didn’t want to come back.

“What do you want? My sympathy?” There was no remorse in her words, no, not even an ounce of care. This was a stranger.

You placed the phone that was still in your hand on the counter. “I don't want your sympathy, Taylor. I just want the woman I fell in love with back.”

The eyes that used to hold so much warmth stared back at you coldly. “Maybe she doesn’t want you any more. Maybe she realized she deserves better.”

A short gasp slipped past your lips, the final blow causing another sharp pang of pain. Wiping the tears that continued to stream from your eyes, you nodded numbly. “Okay.” You nodded again, accepting the end that you should have seen coming. “I love you too much to force you to be in a relationship you’re clearly not happy in.”

Taylor almost looked taken aback. “Good. Then we’re done.” She said and you almost tricked yourself into thinking she looked hurt by it all. “We’re too different. You can’t drag my status down anymore.”

The pain was too overwhelming, you couldn’t even feel anymore. “I guess not.” You whispered.

For a moment you both stared at one another in silence, the weight of everything making the air heavy. Taylor was the one who broke connection first, reaching across the counter for her phone and going back to scrolling and drinking her wine like nothing happened. Like the world hadn’t just imploded right before her eyes.

“Goodbye, Taylor.” You whispered, not surprised when you didn’t receive a response. That was the last time you saw Taylor Sloane, the moment leaving a bitter taste in your mouth for years to come.

_________

Two years later and you found yourself climbing the stage at the biggest award event of the season, the prestigious award being pressed into your hands. It was unbelievable, and you moved in a dream-like state as you tried to process what had just happened. Tried to process the fact that your dreams came true.

“Wow. This is unbelievable. I cannot thank you enough. Nothing could have been better than having this opportunity and chance to work with these amazing people.” You began breathlessly, your hands clenching around the award in your hands. “I just want to thank the entire cast and crew because I wouldn’t be standing here today without them. I want to thank my family, my friends, and…” You paused slightly, and listened to the audience cheering for a brief moment.

You could have stopped there, you should have stopped there but as the stage manager motioned for you to wrap up your speech you knew there was something you needed to do. You needed to get this off your chest, allow yourself this final moment to acknowledge the situation so you could complete your healing. It was your final step.

“I’d also like to dedicate this to the woman who pushed me to do better by making me feel small. I harnessed every ounce of pain and turned it into something productive. I turned it into my art and now I’m standing here. Proud of myself and what I’ve done. And you… You’re out in the world, searching for your soul. Scared not to be hip, scared to get old. Chasing make believe status… Last time you felt free was when none of that shit mattered because you were with me.” You smiled, feeling infinitely lighter as you added your parting thoughts. “I bet it’s hard to believe, but it turned out I’m harder to forget than I was to leave… And I bet you think about me.”

You lifted the award in the air briefly, feeling a lightness in your chest that you hadn’t felt in nearly two years. This was the conclusion, this was your closure. You had yourself and for now, that was more than enough.

You didn’t know that across town, the same woman was sitting in front of her TV, forcing an expression of neutrality and blocking out the thoughts in her head that reminded her that she hadn’t felt free since you left. The same voices that screamed at her, questioning why she ever let you go.

It turned out that yes, you were much harder to forget than you were to leave and even now… She did think of you. Everyday.

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[therunawaykind]

You Mean On The Floor?

Pairing: Taylor Sloane x Reader

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: Implied Smut, blood, injuries, surgery, curses, party, implied drinking, angst, fluff, happy ending

The request: Hi, can you do a one-shot about the reader and Taylor Sloane are married and they were doing the deed and come late to the party that Ingrid invites them to and gets mad at the reader and calls the reader out and having an argument with the reader. During the argument, Ingrid hits the reader in the head badly and runs off when she realises what she has done. Then after a couple of minutes, Taylor comes in and sees the reader like this and cries and panicked and calls the ambulance. Then she is trying to keep the reader awake and ask them who did this and they say Ingrid and pass out. You can write Taylor reaction but can the reader survive.

A/N: Also if you got the reference of the title of this story you get a star if you didn't You Mean on the floor?

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You and Taylor knew this party was happening weeks ago, Taylor promised and swore to Ingrid you both would be there and especially that you both would be there on time. Needless to say, you were sceptical about Taylor hanging around with this Ingrid person. And she knew you didn’t like having her around either so she always tried her best to spend all of her time alone with just Taylor….that obviously never happened since Taylor was your wife.

Here you both were now obviously going to be very late to this party, Taylor’s hands clawing down your back as she reached yet another high “fuck Y/N.” You grinned in the crook of her neck as you placed small kisses on her sensitive skin as Taylor hummed slightly at the feeling. You sat up and straddled her legs as you pushed her damp her back off her forehead as she leaned into your touch as her hands were occupied with the baby hairs at the back of your neck. Taylor licked across the bottom of her lips as she pushed you down to lie on top of her as she started placing slow kisses on your lips. When you felt Taylor start to deepen the kiss you pulled away which was met by a disgruntled groan from Taylor.

You couldn’t help but smirk at the sound that left her “Tay honey as much as I would love nothing more than to stay between the sheets with you all night. We have a party we promised we’d go to and that we’d be on time for. Which we most certainly are not on time for now.” Taylor slumped against the bed more as she traced her fingers around your shoulders. She sighed “I mean it is just Ingrid, who knows if she’d have any one of importance there?”

You arch your eyebrow as you stare at Taylor “Sweetie, you literally told all your friends to go so we wouldn’t be by ourselves.” She couldn’t help but groan again damn her and her well thought out brain of planning everything in advance so nothing would be a failure. Taylor pulled your face up towards her as she gave you yet another passionate kiss and slipped her tongue into your mouth. Taylor tapped her fingers along your cheek as she pulled away “Come on let’s go and see what’s going on at that party.” you chuckled as you saw her walk into the bathroom for a shower with the bedsheet wrapped around her.

As you both approached the party all that could be seen was the plethora of people….most of which were Taylor's friends. If it was anyone else seeing this they’d think it was Taylor throwing this party and her showing up fashionably late. Just as you both got settled in a big group of friends everyone saw Ingrid make her way over. Except the funny thing was she wasn’t paying attention or even looking at Taylor her glare was being sent towards you. Which did have you shifting uncomfortably in your seat, Taylor couldn’t help but notice so placed her hand on your thigh to give you some sort of comfort. “Hey Y/N mind coming with me for a sec?”

“Ingrid anything you have to say to me can be said here, in front of my wife and our friends.”

Ingrid scoffed “Y/N come on stop being stubborn.”

Your eyes darted around all your friends and Taylor as you shook your head “Ingrid anything you have to say you can say here they will find out one way or another anyway. It literally does not matter.”

Taylor sees Ingrid about to say something else but she cuts in “Ingrid come on we’re all here at this party for you. This is your party.” You stare at Ingrid as she aims her glare at Taylor as you see her about to step forward you stand in-between Ingrid and Taylor. “Alright, Ingrid you wanted to talk to me alone let’s go.” You can hear Taylor’s yells as she sees the both of you walk off together. She knew you never really liked Ingrid and how she acted around her but tonight with how Ingrid was looking at you was completely different which worried Taylor to a whole new level. The second you and Ingrid reached the house and it was just you and her she blew up. “Y/N are you fucking serious.” You opened your mouth slightly confused about what she was on about. “You and Taylor both knew weeks ago that this party was going ahead, Taylor promising you would show up and be here on time. Yet you had the audacity to keep her late in your house and show up late. You honestly couldn’t believe she was blaming this on you actually you could because in Ingrid's eyes Taylor could do no wrong. So here you were taking the brunt of it for Taylor, you knew if Taylor knew this she’d hate it but she was your wife you’d do anything for her. Ingrid had been going on and on spouting about how terrible you are for Taylor and how you shouldn’t be with her.

“It is honestly so selfish of you Y/N keeping her all to yourself. She must be so fucking lonely spending all her time with you.” As she kept going on and on about things she obviously didn’t know anything about you lost it. “IT WASN’T MY FUCKING FAULT INGRID. It wasn’t my fault we were late tonight. Taylor was the one who kept me in bed with her taking care of her needs and wants. And who am I to deny my wife that. After all, she does for me? Do not stand in front of me here preaching about things you know nothing about. You think you know Taylor so well with whatever research you’ve done on her. But you don’t Ingrid you know nothing about her. You know Taylor Sloane the social media influencer. You don’t know Taylor Sloane.”

What you missed whilst you were blowing up at Ingrid was her grabbing an empty beer bottle and holding it behind her back. She couldn’t honestly believe the lies you were spouting about Taylor….her Taylor. You were her partner why would you literally do such a thing. No partner would ever do that to their significant other. The next thing Ingrid knew is that she had hit you over the head with the bottle which in turn made you hit your head off of the floor. She stood there in shock as she watched some of the blood spread across the floor. Ingrid swore she was getting better, she hadn’t acted out like this in quite some time and now she just did and this time to her best friends partner. She dropped the bottle down by you then ran out the door and left her own party.

Taylor and her friends started getting antsy knowing you’ve been gone longer than a conversation really should take. She glanced down at the time on her phone as she muttered to her friends “Imma be right back I’m just gonna go take a look around for Y/N.” Taylor spent far too long in her opinion wandering around this impressively big house however Ingrid managed to get it for a party she’ll never know. Yet she was no closer to finding you when she realised her fingers tapping against her phone did she get the idea to ring your phone. As she rang she could hear the faint ringing of your phone as she manoeuvred herself around the house.

When she finally saw you she dropped her phone and let out a choked sob, she snapped out of her haze as she realised you were here alone and no one else. Taylor ran over and knelt beside you “Y/N sweetie can you hear me?” she watched you intently as she saw the slightest movement of your head. She let out a deep breath as she saw the colour drain from your face she took a deep breath in as she started calling for an ambulance “Y/N you need to stay conscious for me okay? Until the ambulance gets here and we get you to the hospital.” You let out a quiet hum in acknowledgement, Taylor's eyes glance around the room quickly as she looks back down at you “Y/N how did this happen, who did this to you?” You squint your eyes as you stare up at her as you try to speak but you realise your throat is too dry you see her phone on the floor and slide it over to you to unlock it as you type out “Ingrid.” She stares down at you with her mouth agape "Y/N/N what?” As soon as the question leaves her mouth the paramedics rush in to take you out, whilst Taylor walks out after you all her friends rush over to her as she hears multiple “Taylor what happened.”

She shrugs and scoffs “honestly I have no idea. All I know is my partner is being rushed to the hospital with blood coming out of their head and apparently, Ingrid has something to do with it.” They all stare at her in shock as she nods her head attempting to keep her tears at bay. Needless to say all of Taylor’s friends were in shock at how she was reacting they all expected her to go on a rampage searching for Ingrid. But all that was going through Taylor’s head was how you warned her time and time again about how weird Ingrid was around her yet she never listened.

She always thought it was because she had followed her before she met Taylor and that she had a big follower count, but she just slowly started realising it was a lot more than just that and Taylor was blind to it all. Now her main worry was her partner, her person, her Y/N on the way to the hospital in who knows what condition. And once again as she snapped out of her daze she told everyone she’d update them as soon as she got everything lucky enough for her neither of the two of you were drinking for this party. Partly in case, anything happened that you needed to rush out of there but mostly because the two of you had planned to just have another night between the sheets. Now that was nowhere in the plans.

She had been sitting in the hospital for God knows how many hours now sitting in your room waiting for you to wake after surgery also waiting for you to wake so you both could ring the cops and at least warn them about Ingrid wherever she may be now. Once again Taylor was in her own world and didn’t notice you waking. As your eyes opened you looked across and saw Taylor staring off into space, you chuckled as you asked “Oh hey are you my nurse? You’re awfully pretty to be a nurse….I also don’t think nurses dress like that way though.” Taylor’s head shot up and grinned as she saw you awake “Hey sweetie.” You grinned and held out your hands “hey honey bunny.” Taylor couldn’t help but laugh as she went over and hugged you whilst she stuck her head into the crook of your neck and smelled your scent whilst placing a small peck against your skin.

You heard her muffled “we still have to call the cops to warn them about Ingrid around the place but right now we’re cuddling more specifically you are holding and cuddling me.” You laughed lightly as you nodded “sure thing honey.” you helped her lie on the bed on top of you as you kissed the top of her head. The feeling of her lying against you more as she relaxed and her breaths fanned across your neck showing she had finally slept you rubbed up and down her back slowly hoping to comfort her more lord knows she didn’t sleep whilst she knew you weren’t okay.

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[starlightxsvt]

Because I Love You I c.sc

pairing ➳ best friend!seungcheol x female! reader

genre ➳ best friends to lovers, idiots to lovers, a good dose of angst, lots of pinning, fluff to heal your heart, a lil spice.

warnings ➳ cursing, jealousy(lots of it), Mingyu being a big dumdum, Halloween party( yes ik very well halloween is over), reader wears a slutty witch outfit, emotional constipation ig, they are both idiots, arguments, crying, heavy makeouts, them both horny.

word count ➳ 9.3k

synopsis ➳ harboring feelings for your best friend of years have never been this hard. now, when he shows up with a beautiful girl in his arms you aren't sure how long you can keep your feelings to yourself.

playlist ➳ because I love you- gummy// lie- sasha sloan// in silence- janet suhh// teenage dream- katy perry// lean on me- seventeen// you belong with me- taylor swift.

a/n: hi hi everyone! It is here! A good dose of pinning and angst and jealousy is finally here! I had a fun time writing it and I hope y'all feel the same while reading this. Let me know your thoughts please 🥰

When you first saw Seungcheol, he was a floofy haired boy wearing this cute jumper and baggy pants. His cheeks were squishy and his smile was gummy which instantly warmed your heart and made you want to be friends with him. Which you did.

It was middle school then.

Now you are in college.

Seungcheol still has his squishy cheeks and his gummy smile but now they sit on a tall, well-built and dashingly handsome man. But he hasn't changed. He's still the same boy at heart, who welcomed you into his circle with open arms all those years ago.

If anything has changed though, it's your feelings for him. You two started as friends and soon became best friends, literally inseparable from each other all through middle school and then high school.

Now at 21 years and in college, you have realized how exactly deep your feelings run for your best friend. The wake-up call was when he showed up with Evelyn; a sweet, petite brunette at a get-together with all your friends.

That was the first time Seungcheol showed up with a girl anywhere and you realized it's serious as Seungcheol is more of a one-night stand and no relationship type of guy. He was smiling ear to ear, his usual cheerfulness more prominent and you discerned he must really like her.

Now two months later, they are still going strong and seeing them together everyday has given birth to a little green monster inside you. And you hate yourself for it. Seungcheol is your best friend for fuck's sake, you should be happy that he is happy. But you are not. At this rate, you wonder how long you can continue your friendship with him before you lose your damn mind.

"Hey, you alright?" Seungcheol's voice makes you jump out of your reverie.

"Huh? Y-yeah, I'm fine."

"Really?" Seungcheol narrows his eyes at you in suspicion. You shift under his continuous stare because you know how well he can read you. "If something is bothering you, you can always tell me, you know?" He adds softly. "Of course I know Cheol. I promise I'm fine." You try your best to act unbothered.

He nods understandingly before a ping comes from his phone, alerting him of a text which he checks immediately. "I gotta go, _____. Let's hang out sometime, yeah? Just you and me."

"Hmm, yeah, sure." You give him a thumbs up as he jogs away. As soon as he's gone you let out a breath of relief, sagging back into the bench. However, your time to yourself is shortlived.

"_____!" A loud voice calls your name and you turn to see Mingyu running towards you, hand waving wildly in the air.

"If you are here for my notes then get lost Mingyu," you say dismissively before he can even come close. The giant man whines before sitting down next to you, his lips shaped into a pout. "Come on babe~ don't be like that. I just came to say hi."

"Mhmm," you hum, not buying his words.

"When are you gonna tell him that you like him?" He nudges your shoulder with a smirk on his face as you whip your head towards him. "What! I don't have a crush on Seungcheol!"

"I didn't say who," The bastard's smirk grows bigger as he wiggles his eyebrows at you. You feel your whole face heat up.

Oh god.

Laughing at your flustered state Mingyu sighs, "I knew for years. You probably had a crush on him when you first joined our group. You keep looking at him with these lovey-dovey eyes."

"Shut up, Gyu!" You smack his arm. "If you tell Cheol a word about this I swear-"

"I swear my lips are shut," He holds up his hands in surrender. "But...you know, I could help you get him." He comes closer to you. You roll your eyes with a defeated sigh, "What are you trying to do, Mingyu?"

"Nothing!" He gasps, offended. But then he coughs, scratching the back of his head, "Well, there's this red-haired babe in your psychology class and I was wondering if you could set me up with her." You watch him, baffled. "Idiot, you don't even know her name! Besides, what am I? A matchmaking service?" You roll your eyes at his antics to get inside yet another girl's pants. Mingyu has quite the reputation around the campus for jumping from one girl's bed to another's.

"Aw, come on, don't be like that," Mingyu keeps whining like a child. "I help you, you help me. Or more like I help you get the man you've been in love with and you just hook me up with this girl."

"What is your grand plan to get me the man I've been in love with, may I ask?" You raise a brow at him. His face inches closer to yours and a conspirational grin appears on his face, "You see, there's this huge ass fancy Halloween party at Joshua's place this Friday. And you, my babe, are gonna show up in the sexiest outfit in town- hold up, it gets better! I am gonna act all handsy with you, ya know what I mean?" He wiggles his brow and you let out an annoyed groan, pushing his face away, "Yeah, that is like the worst plan in the history of plans, you dumbass. You really think you can make him jealous? He's in a fucking relationship, a very committed one at that!"

"Eh, I wouldn't be so sure," Mingyu shrugs, tilting his head. Your brows crease eyes narrowing on him, "What do you mean?" Blatantly ignoring you, the man continues, "Listen, you show up with me and then we get all touchy with each other in front of Seungcheol. When he sees me all over you, he should step in and if he does, bingo! That means he has feelings for you." You watch Mingyu with a bored face as he rambles on, wondering how stupid someone can be. It's truly a mystery why all girls go gaga over him.

However, later that night, when you lie down in your bed, Mingyu's words haunt you, and the more you keep thinking of it, the more convinced you feel.

How bad could it be? It doesn't hurt to try. It's harmless, right?

So somehow, you end up agreeing to Mingyu's offer, and the next day you both go out for outfit shopping where the giant man almost forces you into buying the skimpiest clothing ever, a slutty witch outfit. It's a black velvet top with the lowest neckline you've ever seen paired with a scrap of material they call a skirt. It also comes with mesh stockings and gloves and killer heels which are so long that you know your feet will be numb later on. When Friday comes and you stand in front of the mirror with the outfit on, you keep staring at your reflection with your jaw loose.

Why are you doing this again?

Sexy is probably the decent word to describe how you look. While doing your makeup you contemplate your decision and you almost chicken out, until Mingyu calls you to let you know he's outside your apartment. Asking the heavens for help, you walk out the door and when you meet him outside his jaw almost touches the floor as he whistles, "Holy shit, remind me why we're not dating?" You roll your eyes, "Shut up, Gyu."

Grinning evilly he laughs, "Just kidding babe. But you look fabulous. Real fabulous." Chuckling softly you move towards him complimenting, "You look fabulous as well." He's dressed in a vampire outfit, nothing too special, a white shirt and black cape and fangs, but he has the looks to make it special. "Shall we?" He extends his arm towards you and you grin, slipping yours in it.

When you arrive at the party it is going on in full swing, loud, full of not so sober students dressed in various outfits and it takes you a while to spot your friend group amidst the plenteous crowd. They are all relaxing in the backyard, drinks in their hands, laughing loudly over something. Your eyes land on him first, dressed in what you assume is a devil's costume, shiny black shirt paired with blazer and pants as the horns attached to a band are sitting in his hand.

"You guys are here!" Someone chirps but you don't pay attention, too busy looking at Seungcheol as he turns his head and stops his eyes on you before they dilate, probably in shock. Blatantly, he eyes you from top to bottom as you stand there shaking in your boots, realizing this was all a stupid idea.

"_____..." Seungcheol begins but gives up, professedly at a loss for words as he keeps on staring at you, making you feel only more flustered under his gaze. "_____! Wow, you look seriously hot!" Joshua says, appearing from somewhere with drinks in his hands. Evelyn, who is dressed in the prettiest angel costume ever, grins, agreeing with Joshua, "Seriously, you look bomb! That outfit? You're killing it."

"Thanks," you go demure with all the compliments and Mingyu decides it is the perfect time to get handsy with you as he throws a hand over your shoulder, pulling you close while almost smashing you into his huge chest and grinning, "Thanks, guys! I picked it for her!" You don't miss the way Seungcheol's brows furrow at Mingyu's reply and a faint hope blooms in your chest. Maybe, maybe he's jealous.

Seungcheol stands up, eyes on you as he saunters towards you. "_____, wow, you look...wow." You can't help the giggle that escapes you before you thank him for his compliment. Probably seeing Seungcheol talking to you, Mingyu wraps himself tighter around you, if that's even possible. You try to nudge him discreetly but he just keeps grinning like a fool before announcing, "I'll get some drinks for us. Wait here, babe."

Too busy glaring at Mingyu, you miss the way Seungcheol scowls at the interaction in front of him and as soon as Mingyu skips over towards the drinks, your best friend speaks, "Hey, can you spare me a second? Let's talk inside, it's too loud here."

"S-sure." Abruptly, he turns around and leans towards Evelyn to whisper something in her ear, and in reply, she nods, beaming at him. You follow Seungcheol inside Joshua's house, shuffling through the overflowing crowd all over and he leads you up the stairs and towards Joshua's bedroom, where you finally find some quiet.

"So...what's up?" You immediately plop down on Joshua's bed, thanks to the ridiculous heels which are nothing short of killing you. As if hesitantly, Seungcheol sits beside you, scratching the back of his head. "Did Mingyu really pick this for you?" He asks, motioning towards your outfit, and you nod, confused. "Why? Is there something wrong?"

"No! No...I just- I've never seen you in something like this..." He murmurs and you see faint redness appear in his ears. You shrug, trying your best to appear unfazed, "Well, there's a first time for everything." Seungcheol simply nods and silence follow, making you chew on your lip anxiously. What's going with him? In your years of friendship, there has never been a time when things were this quiet and...awkward between the two of you. Awkward, right.

The air in the room feels extremely awkward, full of thick tension and you wonder why he is so silent when he called you here. You're about to open your mouth until he does. "Are you and Mingyu...a thing?"

"What?"

"Are you... like- dating Mingyu?"

"Why do you ask?" You question abruptly. Seungcheol looks taken aback for a while. "I'm...I'm your best friend. I am curious. I mean we recently had that talk about you dating and stuff and you appeared rather disinterested so I...I wasn't expecting to see you with someone...especially Mingyu. "

"What's wrong with Mingyu?"

He rolls his eyes, letting out a noise of annoyance, "Come on. You know how he is."

It is true that last week you and Seungcheol had a conversation about your rather plain dating life and him encouraging you to see someone to which you replied you'll think about it. So now, when you are seemingly dating, why is he so sour about it?

"I don't know what you are talking about, Cheol. Mingyu's pretty decent." You feign ignorance, adverting your gaze. Seungcheol rakes a hand through his hair, "You didn't exactly answer my question, _____. Are you dating him or not?" His voice sounds snappy suddenly and a frown comes over your face. You can't help the venom in your voice, "What is it to you, Seungcheol? Why are you so bothered? I can date him or just fuck him or whatever, what is it to you? Who are you, my dad?"

Shock colors your best friend's face and immediately you feel guilty. You don't know what made you spew those words and you instantly regret when you see him frown, hurt painted all over his face. "_____," he calls your name but then abruptly stops and you bite your lip.

Shit. How could you say those things to him?

You open your mouth, ready to apologize a hundred times when he stands up with a loud sigh. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get nosy. I should go downstairs. They're waiting for me." His tone is flat, dejected and it breaks your heart into a million pieces. Tears burn your eyes but you're so choked up that you can't utter a word so you watch him leave.

-

"I fucked up bad, Gyu," you murmur in a hopeless tone. Mingyu, who doesn't seem all too bothered hums while digging into your leftover lunch. "I'm sure it's nothing you can't fix." He offers and you sigh, rubbing your forehead. "It's all your fault. If only I didn't listen to your stupid idea."

"Hey now! That's mean!" The puppy-like man pouts making you roll your eyes heavenward. "It was a fantastic idea," he continues. "If only you kept playing cool and didn't lose your temper." His words make you sigh louder and you feel like a deflated balloon as you sag against your chair. "Oh god, what do I do now. I was such a bitch. I'm embarrassed to even show up in front of him." You wail. Mingyu is about to console you when Seokmin appears, suddenly sitting down at your table.

"Hey, guys! What's up?" He grins, his usual cheery self. Mingyu sets his spoon down, "Oh, _____ is just sad that the love of-" You kick the stupid man underneath the table and send daggers his way, trying to get him to stop. Seokmin looks between the two of you, confused, before he rests his hands on the table and leans towards you. "Hey, _____. What's going on with you and Seungcheol? Is there any problem?"

"Huh? N-no, why?" You can't mask the tension and alarm in your voice. "No...it's just that yesterday we were talking and I brought you up and he seemed weirdly stiff. You also left the party all of a sudden that day. Is everything alright?"

"Uhm..yeah, yeah. We're good." You swallow. We are so not good. Out of the corner of your eye, you catch Mingyu raising a brow at your obvious lies, sporting a smirk and you clench your fists. This sly bastard. You send him a threatening glare that says I'll deal with you later but his expression says that he couldn't care less.

That day after your classes you accumulate all your courage and send Seungcheol a text, asking him where he is and if he's free. A few minutes later, comes his reply in which he tells you that he's in the studio so you immediately flag down a cab to get there promptly.

When he isn't attending classes, Seungcheol spends most of his time in this studio downtown where he works on making music and choreo with two other guys named Woozi and Hoshi. In the early times, when he first joined the studio he was really shy and didn't tell you about it for almost two months. But you eventually found out and you and others in your friend group realized that he's got a knack for writing songs and rapping. It's been a couple of years since he joined the studio and he made a few good bucks by writing and composing some songs. When you asked him if he wants to make a career out of this and in reply, he told you he's still thinking about it.

The cab stops and you jolt out of your thoughts, quickly paying the driver and entering the building in hurried steps. You head straight for the practice room where you find Seungcheol sitting alone, busy with his- surprisingly because you expected others to be there too. Closing the door behind you, you tentatively step inside. "Hey."

He looks up from his phone, "Oh, hey." He sets the device down as you pad towards him looking around. "I thought others would be here."

"Yeah, I came early. They'll be here in a while," Seungcheol replies, stretching his legs. Nodding, you stand uselessly in front of him, hands busy fiddling with the hem of your tote bag. He watches you with blank eyes which magnifies your shame a hundred times. It was never like this between you and him. It was never supposed to be like this. With a deep breath, you take an attempt to get yourself together before gently sitting down next to him on the floor. Staring down at your lap, you speak. "I'm sorry."

Silence.

Unnerving silence is all you get and you are too ashamed, almost paralyzed to sneak a peek at him. Long, agonizing moments pass before you hear him sigh. "No, it's okay. It was my fault." Your head spins towards him, "No! No, it wasn't! It really wasn't. I was a total bitch. You were just asking your best friend if she is dating someone and she was a snarky rude bitch to you." Despite the situation, he chuckles softly before setting his eyes on you, gaze fond. "Don't be so hard on yourself. It's okay. I'm your best friend. I forgive you."

Wow. That went easier than you thought. His easy forgiveness makes you somewhat more embarrassed. You whisper, "Thank you. And I'm really sorry, once again. I...I don't know what came over me."

"It's okay. I was rude too. If you genuinely like Mingyu, you should date him," he advises, his voice soft like silk. You chew your lower lip anxiously, "Yeah, about that... I'm not dating Mingyu." Seungcheol gapes at you in silence before raising a brow at you, "What?"

"Yeah... We're not dating. In fact, he has his eyes on someone else." Seungcheol sits in silence for a while, making you feel nervous for no reason. After a few bits, he murmurs, "Oh. Then why was Mingyu like that with you?" He frowns. A nervous chuckle escapes you as you tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear, "I don't know either. You know how he can get too friendly at times. I didn't mind him, really."

Humming, Seungcheol nods before leaning back against the mirror on the wall. You do the same and like that, the two of you enjoy some tranquility and this time the air is much more comfortable, like old times. He hums a tune sitting comfortably next to you as you play with your bag on your lap, thanking the heavens for letting you overcome his hurdle with ease. The quietude comes to a halt when Seungcheol opens his mouth, his voice subdued as he utters the words, "Evelyn and I broke up."

You almost choke on your saliva because never in a million years did you expect him to casually announce his breakup. You turn your head to take a look at him and oddly find him smiling a little. He doesn't appear bothered or hurt and that troubles you further. "I- what? Why?" You whisper. "It just wasn't gonna work out, you know. We both agreed to that so we just split up." You don't have words to that so you nod your head dumbly, murmuring, "I'm sorry."

"Nah," Seungcheol waves his hand in the air. "It's alright. It's nothing to be sorry about. We separated on good terms. She was saying that she actually likes someone else and I totally understand, you know?" You don't but you just nod your head, still processing the news. After a few more moments of stillness, you attempt to joke, "Well, welcome back to the singles club, I guess." Seungcheol laughs, playfully smacking your shoulder as you join him, your face splitting into a grin. Your heart feels lighter and your mind a lot less burdensome and you wonder if it's because you made up with Seungcheol or because of his breakup.

-

The next day, on your way to class you come across Evelyn who stands by the economics building, looking around for someone you assume. At first, you think about not saying hi but deciding it'll be rude, you approach her with a slight wave. "Hey, there." Her eyes land on you and she grins, as sweet as ever, "Hey! _____!" Her hands move enthusiastically. "How are you!" You come to stand in front of her, "I'm good. What about you?"

"I'm great too," she smiles. Tentatively, you offer, "I'm sorry about the... breakup, you know. Seungcheol told me."

"Oh," she makes a face, waving her hand in a dismissive gesture. "It's alright. We broke up on good terms, you know? It's all fine. I also might like someone else." She grins conspirally. "By the way, have you seen Seokmin?"

"Huh? Seokmin? No, why?"

"Oh, he was supposed to go to the library with me but I can't seem to find him. He isn't picking up either."

"I have no idea where he is. Sorry." You offer "No, it's alright. He's probably sleeping. You'll get late for your class now. Bye!" She points to her watch, reminding you of the time. "Yeah, right! See you," you return her enthusiastic wave before walking into the lecture building still processing how casual their breakup really was.

-

Later that week when you and the whole group sit down for dinner at a restaurant, Jeonghan suddenly makes an offer, "Hey guys. The vacation starts tomorrow. Why don't we all go somewhere together this time." Chewing on his food, Mingyu agrees excitedly, "That's a great idea dude! We really need a break."

"My father's friend has this nice resort by the beach. I'm thinking we could go there. What do you say, babe?" Jeonghan asks, turning to his girlfriend, Iris who nods her head with a grin, linking her hands with Jeonghan's. Ever since they started dating a year ago, she has become a part of this group, and boy, do they not hesitate to get affectionate with each other in public. On cue, Jeonghan returns her grin, more mischievous as he leans over to press a kiss on the corner of her lips. Seokmin makes a noise of disgust, "Can we have one dinner without you two smooching each other?"

"Someone's jealous," Jeonghan teases, slinging an arm around his girlfriend while all of you chuckle. "But seriously, it's a good idea. We should go." You speak, taking a sip of water. Seungcheol hums his agreement from beside you and like that, everyone is on board with the idea. So a couple of days later you all get on Seokmin's dad's minivan as Seungcheol drives you all to the beach. It's not a long ride by distance but it definitely felt lengthy when Jeonghan and Iris started aggressively making out in the back of the van, which was positively intended to annoy all of you. Seungcheol turns the radio louder to cover their obscene noises and Seokmin covers his ears whining while Mingyu, being a sly, unashamed bitch, sneaks glances at them and you try your best to focus on the music playing and the view passing by. When it's dusk, you arrive at the beach and check-in immediately, starting your seven day vacation. Everyone gets separate rooms except the gross couple but you aren't so happy about it because your room is right beside theirs and you know they'll keep you up at night because you are pretty sure the walls here aren't soundproof.

The next morning you wake up fairly late due to the exhaustion of the journey and your general laziness. Stepping out of your room after quickly making yourself presentable, you head downstairs to catch the complimentary breakfast buffet. By the time you finish eating there is no sign of others so you call Seungcheol to know about their whereabouts and he informs you that they are at the beach. And by them, he meant just him and Seokmin because when you arrive at the relaxing area under a huge umbrella you find only two of them there. And Seokmin seems to be napping away under the sun, a straw hat resting on top of his face to sleep without hindrance.

"Hey there. You're finally up," Seungcheol smiles, yomping through the sand. He is dressed in a pale blue oversized shirt and white shorts but what gets heat steaming from your ears is how he left the top two buttons of his shirt undone, which gives a delicious peek of his silky skin beneath. Also, the sunglasses resting on top of his head doesn't really help with your mental health. Swallowing you quickly look away. "Yeah, I slept like a baby," with a sheepish smile you walk closer to him. "Where are the others?"

"Oh, Mingyu and the gross couple went to town for sightseeing and shopping. Min and I stayed," Seungcheol explains, kicking the sand underneath his feet. Nodding you gaze around, relishing the beautiful scenery and the perfect weather; the sun high up but not too hot, just perfect. As it is off-season the number of visitors is very low hence there are like three people besides you all on the beach.

"You look nice," Seungcheol juts his chin towards your dress; a simple pale yellow mid length dress with spaghetti straps. His compliment makes your heart flutter and your face burn. "Thanks," you reply as coolly as possible. The two of you sit down on the folding chairs and enjoy the waves crash and the blue of the ocean. As a thought occurs to you, you speak, "The other day I met Evelyn." Turning his head towards you Seungcheol takes off his shades. "Oh?"

"Yeah...she was really chill you know- not that it's a bad thing, I'm just saying. She also mentioned she likes someone else. Do you have any idea who it might be?" You turn to face him. "I'm so curious." Seungcheol chuckles softly at your desperateness, "Trust me I am too. When I asked her who it is she just smiled and said I'll see." You groan, "Ughhh, who could it be! I'm really curious who she left you for."

"Ouch," he feigns hurt, making you laugh. "I guess we can only wait and see. I wish the best for her. She's a great person." Nodding you nudge Seungcheol. "You're not so bad yourself," you tease.

The day passes by as you all play in the water when the others return and then eat some hearty lunch from a small restaurant nearby. After that you all lounge on the beach as the sky turned dark, sipping drinks and watching Seokmin and Mingyu be their stupid selves.

The next day is full of more sightseeing and sunbathing and taking pictures. After a really fun day, Mingyu sets up a barbecue at the beach as all of you assist him. With lots of side dishes and beer, all of you eat by the bonfire which Seungcheol and Seokmin worked hard on setting up. As you and Iris clean up the one-time plastic plates Jeonghan proposes to play a game. After a debate between him and Mingyu, it is decided to play truth or dare which Seungcheol claims is just childish. "You're just scared," teases Jeonghan with a suggestive wriggle of brows. The game begins with Seokmin who chooses truth and is asked by Jeonghan when did he lose his v card. The game progresses like that, full of silly truths and dares and Jeonghan's relentless teasing. At your first turn, you choose dare and end up doing or trying to do belly dance.

"Is there anyone among us that you have feelings for?" Jeonghan drawls, taking a sip of his beer, catching you off guard on your second turn. The look that he shares with Mingyu makes you realize that the bastard did not keep your secret.

He fucking told Jeonghan! That prick.

"Um..." Swallowing, you look around nervously, chewing on your lip. Half of you just want to lie and say no but you know for a fact that Mingyu and Jeonghan won't let you off so easily knowing your little secret. You take a peek at your best friend sitting next to you, his face concentrated on yours, and blowing out a loud breath you huff, "Yes." Seokmin makes a scandalous gasp as you feel Seungcheol shift next to you. The two evils snicker among themselves as you glare at them.

You're gonna kill Mingyu.

"Who is it?" Jeonghan smirks. You grit your teeth, "That was not the question, asshole. You asked if I was interested in someone and I replied. Done." Jeonghan, not one to give up says, "Okay then. Give me another truth. Who, among us, do you have feelings for?"

Oh god. You were gonna commit homicide.

"It's not my turn, Jeonghan." You hiss at him, sending daggers his way. Completely baffling you, Seungcheol speaks up, "No, _____. Answer it. Who is it?" Shocked you gape at your best friend.

Why is he doing this to you?

For a second you hope he's joking but the utter seriousness in his face tells you he's not. There are a few moments of stunned silence where you and Seungcheol stare at each other while four pairs of eyes burn into the two of you. Blinking, you murmur, "I'm out." Standing up quickly, you wipe the dust off your ass before marching back to the resort. You think they'll leave you alone but they don't- Seungcheol follows you with a call of your name. Annoyed, you turn around to face him, "What?"

"Is it Mingyu?" He asks, coming to a halt right in front of you. You can't help the tears that form in your eyes.

Is he really doing this? Again?

"Really, Seungcheol?" You whisper disappointedly. "No...just. Why don't you say it out loud?" He rakes a hand through his hair, frustratedly it appears as he huffs. "I mean, we're all friends here. You can just say that you like Mingyu. Why are you hiding?" Clenching your fists, you will yourself not to cry. "Well, you being like this makes me think maybe we aren't friends." Your voice is a breath above a whisper. You don't wait for his reply as you turn around and resume your walking, only faster this time, desperate to get away from everything, from him.

Maybe you shouldn't have come on this trip.

A night full of crying later you wake up to your phone ringing. There are a few texts from Mingyu and Jeonghan asking if you are in your room and are you okay and you realize it's almost noon. Sighing you quickly type out a reply to Mingyu before heading towards the bathroom, trying to wipe the tear stains on your face and your puffy nose. Just as you finish freshening up, there's a knock on your door and opening it, you come to face Seungcheol.

Immediately your throat tightens and you're about to close the door until he speaks, "Can I come in? Just for a minute?" His voice is soft as if he's addressing a child and swallowing the lump on your throat you step aside and let him in. He cautiously sits down on the small sofa by the bed while you gulp down an entire glass of water, trying to get your parched throat working. Wordlessly you sit down on the bed and look at him, awaiting him to speak, too tired to open your mouth.

If you're being honest you are too tired after last night to deal with him right now but since he's already here it's better to get it done with. "I'm sorry," he whispers. Expression bleak, you watch him. The silence is unnerving. Seungcheol stammers, "I- I'm so sorry. I don't know what came over me. I just- I'm really fucking sorry, ______. I crossed the line." Rubbing your forehead with a sigh you look down at your lap. Yeah, he did.

But part of you wonders, why? Why did he suddenly become so desperate, so... jealous? Perhaps...?

"Listen, I'm sorry for being an asshole. I just...I couldn't control my curiosity. I really wanted to know who you have feelings for. You're my best friend. I... wanted to support you."

Yeah...best friend.

With a soft exhale, you smile at him as your heart breaks with a slap of reality, "It's alright. I understand. Let's forget it." Seungcheol stares at you for a beat, a perplexed look on his face as if he can't believe you just forgave him. How can you not? You're so fucking in love with him.

"I- that's... great. Thank you." He stumbles over his words. "And sorry for barging in. You just woke up, you should eat." He gets up swiftly, murmuring an awkward goodbye to you, and heads out the door. Blowing out a frustrated breath you lie down on your bed, the tornado of emotions inside you becoming a bit too hard to manage.

You spend the rest of the day by yourself, locked up in your room, saying that you don't feel really good, which was true and opt to watch Netflix. Mingyu and others pay you short visits throughout the day, making sure you're okay but not pressuring you to come outside after last night.

The next morning arrives, all bright and shiny, sky clear, birds chirping; too much of a nice weather to stay cooped up in your room. So after having breakfast in your room, you head out in search of your friends who you find are all sitting in the lounging area by the resort pool.

"_______! Hey! We were just about to call you!" Seokmin waves his hand excitedly as he sees you approaching them. "Seungcheol is going-" He is cut off by Seungcheol who stands up swiftly and smacks his shoulder. "Hey, ______. Can we talk... for a second?" His nervous tone and everyone's weird attitude bewilders you, nonetheless you follow Seungcheol as he leads you to the indoor lounge.

"Hey, so umm," Seungcheol fiddles with his fingers, weirdly nervous which makes you nervous. "Seungcheol what's wrong?" You cannot mask the worry in your voice. Seeing you distressed, Seungcheol quickly says, "No- don't worry. I just um- I just wanted you to hear it from me.''

"Hear what?"

Seungcheol inhales deeply, "I'm proposing today. I...like someone. I've honestly liked someone for a long time." His confession makes your world stop, quite literally. It feels like you are free-falling, falling and falling and falling with no ground to catch you. Simply, breathlessly, you stare at him while he does the same, probably waiting for your reaction. Your brain completely stops working. For a while you draw blank, feeling nothing until your brain suddenly reboots and you blink a few times. Coughing you try to mask how crestfallen you feel and appear not at all heartbroken. "That's- um...wow. That was quite unexpected. I'm not even sure if I heard correctly."

Seungcheol gives you his signature gummy smile with a tinge of shyness. "Well, I've kept it hidden for a long time and...I just can't anymore, you know?" Giving him your best enthusiastic smile, you ask tentatively, "I'm really happy for you. Who's the lucky girl?" Shyly he scratches the back of his head, "Someone you know actually." Your brows shoot up, "In our friend group? Who?" He throws a teasing smile at you while you mentally go through all the females you and Seungcheol are aquatinted with.

Who could it be?!

"You'll know when I confess," is all he says and you don't prod him further because you don't really want to know who it is. You want to live in your fantasy for just a little longer, before everything crashes and burns. You manage a grin, "Well, congratulations, dude! I'm so excited and happy!"

It's true, you are. You are happy that your best friend has found someone to love while at the same time you are breaking into a million pieces on the inside because it is not you. You probably never had a chance, you stupid girl.

"Wait so, she is coming here? You are proposing today? What if she refuses?" You throw a series of questions at him, wondering since when was he planning to announce his love. Is this why everyone arranged this trip? How did you not know anything?

Seungcheol scratches the back of his head, "Yeah...um, I'm proposing tonight on the beach. Thought it would be romantic with the pretty scenery and stuff. So yeah, she's coming then. And if she doesn't accept me...well, then I don't know what I'm gonna do honestly." Nodding, you swallow the lump in your throat. "Wow, you've been planning quite a lot huh?" He laughs, his beautiful gummy smile on display as your heart shatters at his innocent giddiness.

Damn it, ____. Get it together.

Your best friend has found his love. He must know her well enough to call her here and propose. Surely, she will say yes. Oh god. Seungcheol won't be yours anymore. Fuck, he was never yours.

"You gotta be there okay? Others will be there too. Mingyu is gonna be our photographer. I'm planning on having dinner will you all after I propose."

Oh god, could this get any worse? He will propose and he wants you to be there, witness it firsthand? How cruel. Mustering your biggest grin, you say, "Of course I'll be there. How can I not?"

-

You regret saying that. You deeply, deeply regret that. You cannot be there without starting to bawl in the middle of his proposal. Shit. How could you become like this? When did you become so pathetic? Head in your hands you sit on the floor, back at your room after Seungcheol dropped the bomb. You feel like you're hyperventilating, losing your grip on reality. Half of you want to scream and cry and run away from here and the other half just wants to go to Seungcheol and tell him. Alas, you can do none.

Evening arrives too fast for your liking and as you begrudgingly put yourself in some decent clothes you contemplate on saying that your period started and you're having cramps. No, that would be the most asshole-ish thing to do. Seungcheol would definitely be sad. Swallowing you gaze into the mirror, making sure you do not appear like you are on the brink of losing your shit. Smoothening your hair and dress, you take a lungful of air before stepping out of your room and towards Seungcheol's. He opens the door as soon as you knock, dressed in a black shirt and washed jeans with a camo print jacket and he looks fucking insane. His hair; oh god his hair- is styled back with gel, a few strands falling loose, revealing his forehead and you go nuts. In a trance, you stand there like a lovestruck fool, too busy drinking him up. God his girlfriend is gonna be so lucky.

He motions you to come in with a smile, "Hey, I'm almost finished. I just need to put my shoes on, okay?"

"Mhmm," absentmindedly you hum. "Is she here?"

"Uhh, yeah. She's nearby. Will be here soon." There's that giddy, shy smile on his face as he talks about her. Your whole body burns with jealousy and it frustrates you further. You have no right to be jealous when you have been running from your feelings for years like a pussy. "Great," you manage a fake smile, watching him as he puts his socks and shoes on. When he's finally ready he grabs his phone, checking it quickly before turning towards you, the biggest smile plastered on his face, "Let's go." You literally see the excitement and tension radiating from his body and it makes you more solicitous. Your sanity is hanging by a thread now, as it all starts to feel extremely real.

It is happening.

Before you can stop yourself, you call for him, "Seungcheol?" He has almost reached the door at this point. "Yeah?" He takes a few steps back to meet your gaze.

"There's something I need to tell you." You breathe. Wait, what are you doing? Nodding, he takes a few steps towards you, "Sure. Go ahead."

Breathe. Just breathe.

You will yourself to just inhale and exhale while trying to not crumble down in front of him when saying the words that have been on your tongue for years. This is might not be the best time; in fact, it isn't, but you need to get this off of your chest or else you might actually die. So putting your big girl shoes on, you do the worst thing one can do to their best friend just before they are about to confess to someone- you confess to them instead.

"I love you." Your voice doesn't waver, surprisingly. It's loud and clear, no hesitation, full of candor.

"I love you. Not just in a best friend typa way. I love you as in you're the love of my life, Cheol. I've loved you for years. I'm fucking crazy about you. You're all I think about. I- I really had to get this off my chest, you know? I love you so much that if I didn't say it out loud I thought I was gonna burst." By miracle you keep going while Seungcheol watches you; first with a frown and then his face covering with shock as his eyes widen like saucers, his mouth hanging open a little. He gapes at you, like a fish, all wide eyes and unbearable silence.

And you just stand there, waiting to embrace whatever comes next to you. Still, when he utters one single word you realize you are not prepared at all for what he's about to throw at you.

"Fuck." He whispers under his breath.

Fuck it is.

Fuck, it truly is.

Everything is fucked.

It feels like a staring competition, you and Seungcheol just watching each other. You stay rooted to your spot despite just wanting to run to the farthest corner of the world. The realization has started to dawn on you- your untimely confession and Seungcheol response. Shit. Shit. How could you do this to your best friend?

"_____-" Seungcheol opens his mouth to speak but he can't manage to speak many words so he shuts it again and stares at you with that flabbergasted look. You try your best to save what is left of the situation which is nothing basically. "Seungcheol, I am so sorry. Fuck- Forget I said-"

"I hate you _____." Seungcheol's voice stops you in your tracks as you watch him like a deer facing a hunter's gun. Your broken heart breaks even more but you stand strong and soak his words up, knowing well how much you deserve it. Of course he hates you, genius.

"I really hate you, you know? You ruined my proposal. You just had to confess when I was gonna do it. Do you know how long I've been preparing for this? Do you know how stressed I was? I worked so hard to surprise you and now-" Seungcheol was sulking and rambling while you stand there like a deer caught in headlights.

What the fuck is he saying?

"WHAT?" You choke out, feeling like you are about to collapse any second. "W-what the fuck are you saying?"

Seeing your stunned state Seungcheol falls silent for a second before whispering, "I'm saying I'm in love with you too. I'm fucking crazy about you too." His face turns red at the confession and he groans, covering it with his hands, "Ugh! This is not how it was supposed to go down!"

While he is worried about the stupid proposal you feel like you've been running a marathon for the last hour. The air in your lung simply dissipates at his words and now you don't know whether to pass out, cry or laugh.

Seungcheol loves you? Choi Seungcheol, your best friend of eons, loves you? Are you dead? Is this heaven?

You're too lost in your head that you don't realize Seungcheol is standing right in front of you until his hands come up to hold your arms. "_____? Hey, you listening to me?" Blinking, you try to focus on him. "What the fuck Cheol?" You repeat once more, undeniably having a hard time trying to decipher everything but Seungcheol just chuckles at your incredulity. "You- you-" you stop yourself before you start crying.

"I know baby. I can't believe it either but fuck, am I relieved." Seungcheol pulls you into his chest, his strong arms snake around you in a secure hold. You immediately melt into a puddle, literally and manage to whisper, "Why...why didn't you say anything?" You hear him sigh, "I don't know baby. I was scared. I was worried we were gonna lose what we had, you know?" Hearing him call you baby makes you want to punch the air and jump up and down until the building is shaking but instead you swallow and wrap your arms tighter around him. Seungcheol holds you even tighter and together, you two just stand there, wrapped up in each other.

Unbeknownst to you, a tear slips down your cheek which Seungcheol notices when he pulls back, "Baby, why are you crying? What's wrong?"

"Fuck. I- I'm just so fucking happy Cheol. This is...fuck. I can't believe it." You stammer with a shy smile. Beaming at your antics Seungcheol wipes the tear off before pressing a chaste kiss on your forehead. You watch him for a beat before whispering, "Can you...kiss me, please?" His eyes widen as he takes in a sharp breath and before you can feel embarrassed he presses his lips against yours. His lips are pillowy soft and you never want to stop kissing him- that's your first thought. They move against yours in gentle motions before tentatively, he slips his tongue inside your mouth. You can't help the moan that escapes from you as you grip his jacket tighter. You're about to climb on top of him like a horny teenager when he pulls back, a flushed yet cocky look on his face. "As much as I'd love to take this further, I still want to propose to take you to the beach. So we should get going. Besides, we have a lot to talk about."

"Can't we just forget all that? I don't care about the proposal." You whine like a child, clinging to Seungcheol. "Oh sweetheart, but I do. I worked so hard for it." Seungcheol coos at you. Huffing you bury your face in Seungcheol's chest as you remember you have to face Mingyu and Jeonghan. Hearing you sigh, Seungcheol asks, "What is it?" You shake your head, "Nothing. Let's get this done with."

When you both arrive at the beach, hands linked together, you find all your gang gathered in front of what you can assume is a decorated tarp. Mingyu and Jeonghan throw a dirty, knowing smile at the two of you as soon as they spot you.

"So...we missed the finale huh? Y'all are all done, no?" Jeonghan drawls, slinging an arm around his girlfriend while Mingyu snickers from beside him. Seungcheol watches them with confusion for a second before gasping, "Wait- you all knew? I- I didn't-"

"Everyone knew you liked _____. Expect...for her, I guess," Iris rolls her eyes. "Wait- What! I had no idea!" Seokmin wails from one side making others roll their eyes. "Of course you didn't, dumbass," Mingyu teased. "Well, I guess we better get going. Y'all probably have a lot to talk about. We can have that dinner tomorrow." Mingyu says dragging Seokmin with him as they all start to head towards the resort, giving the two of you privacy.

"Wait- Wha-" Seungcheol is still flabbergasted and Jeonghan pats his shoulder. "It's okay, dude. We've known you two for years. Y'all would look at each other with heart eyes and shit which it was impossible to overlook. You two are just huge fucking idiots." Jeonghan throws a cheeky wink at you. Inwardly, you're grateful they don't bring up your stupid antics and whining that you have done for Seungcheol until now.

"Wait- seriously? Those two are in love with each other? Like the I- wanna-have-sex with you type love?" You hear Seokmin say as they all take their leave and a smile appears on your face. However, Seungcheol has other plans. "Wait a minute!" He calls to the departing group. "So...at Joshua's party, were you purposefully flirting with her? To rile me up?" His question is directed at Mingyu who smirks proudly while you burn in embarrassment next to Seungcheol.

Your now boyfriend raises a brow at you, "Really?" You squirm under his gaze. "It was his idea!" You immediately point your finger at Mingyu who cackles. "What can I say? _____'s hot." He shrugs casually and your mouth drops at his straightforwardness. Seungcheol growls, "You little shit!" He attempts to throw his shoe at Mingy but the tall man runs away, poking his tongue out to him. Others chortle and follow him while Seungcheol guides you under the tarp murmuring, "I'll deal with him later."

Now that you're closer, you can really see how beautiful the white tarp is; decorated with fairy lights and lots of blankets and pillows to rest on. There's a little table at one side where a nice bottle of wine chills, along with some small snacks. The best thing about this whole arrangement undoubtedly is the view; the roaring waves crashing at the beach, the sound so soothing and melodic to your ears. Seungcheol silently watches you soak up the view with fond eyes. "Do you like it?" He whispers.

"I- I love it. I love it, Seungcheol. Thank you. So much," you whisper, almost breathless and a bit teary. Seungcheol quickly helps you sit down before engulfing you in his arms. He breathes into your hair while running a soothing palm down your back. "Thank you, _____."

"For what?" You whisper. "For choosing me. For loving me. I don't know...thank you for everything. I can't imagine a life without you."

"Oh Cheol," you melt further into him. "I can't either. I've- I've loved you for so long and now-"Choked up with emotions you fall silent and instead lean back and press your lips against him, softly at first. Then he takes the reign and the kiss becomes heated, filled with raw passion and desire. Somehow you end up on Seungcheol's lap while his hands wander underneath your dress, your lips connected all the time. Half consciously you start unbuttoning his shirt but Seungcheol seems to come out of the lust haze for a second as he grabs your hands to stop you. "Wait."

"Huh? Why?" You whisper, lips swollen, hair messy and heart pounding so loud you might die. "I- just...fuck. I don't want our first time to be like this. I wanna love you, be gentle with you." Even though his words warm your heart, the horny part of you pouts. "Well then let's get back to the hotel! You can love me all you want!" Seungcheol chuckles at your antics, "After I worked so hard to set this up? No baby, we have all night. Don't worry." He presses a kiss on your cheek as you sit there, grumping like a kid.

"Now let me pour you some wine. We have a lot to talk about. I can't believe you let Mingyu get all handsy with you!" The sulking in his tone is unmistakable and you can't help but smile. "Well, I had to get your attention somehow!" Giving you a playful glare Seungcheol hands you the wine glass before wrapping an arm around your waist as you both get comfortable against the pillows. "Well, you have my attention now and you're never getting rid of it." He whispers, pressing kisses into your neck, and you hum, a huge grin set on your face.

The night progresses as you both talk and reminisce memories under the tarp, snuggled closely. And when it gets too cold you two leave for the hotel where he ushers you into his room and spends the whole night kissing every inch of your body and cherishing you, whispers of 'I love yous' in the air.

Next week when all of you return after a fabulous trip, Joshua arranges a get-together for all his friends. You and Seungcheol walk into the restaurant hand in hand as the crowd erupts in cheers and teases. Under all their gazes, you turn shy but Seungcheol couldn't be more proud as he every so often presses kisses on your face and hands. You smile as he proudly shows you off and talks about you to everyone like you are the most endearing thing in this universe.

Your mind wanders back into that night, under the tarp, after you had a few drinks and Seungcheol had this giddy yet teasing smile on his face. You remember the way his fingers traced your heated skin and how loose lipped he became when he was just a little intoxicated.

"You're so fucking sexy. I can't believe you are mine, finally." He said, his hands traveling down to your breasts while the other cupped your cheek. "I'm never letting you go. Even if I become the most famous person in the world or a penniless, homeless man, I'm not letting you leave me. And someday, right here, like this, I'm gonna ask you to marry me. I'm gonna make you my wife and have way too many children with you."

"Seungcheol! You're drunk."

"Oh, you wish, baby. I know very well what I'm saying. I'm gonna marry my best friend one day. That's so fucking sexy, isn't it?"

The memory leaves goosebumps on your skin but you feel all giddy inside, like a lovestruck teenage girl. The past week with Seungcheol has been the best of your life and you can't wait to experience what's coming.

You're about to tell Seungcheol to stop his bragging when the restaurant door opens with a jingle, revealing Evelyn. Just as you are about to greet her you see the person accompanying her and your mouth falls shut. Along with you, your whole friend group falls silent as you all gape at the two people that just arrived. "What the fuck?" Seungcheol whispers from beside you. "You gotta be shitting me," whispers Jeonghan from some corner of the place.

Evelyn stands there, hands linked with the other person, a shy smile resting on her face. The same goes for the man, pink tinting his cheek as he scans everyone's reaction with a coquettish smile.

The man turns out to be Seokmin.

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LA On A Saturday Night

Taylor Sloane x Reader

Summary: Your relationship with Taylor had stopped being what you had hoped for a long time ago. On a Saturday night, you finally have enough. [For this request]

Word count: 526 || Pronouns: not used 

Warnings: breakup, angst

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Although everything was wonderful at first, dating Taylor Sloane proved to be one of the hardest things you have ever done.

For a long time, you tried to be understanding about her nights spent away from home without warning, or her flirting with other people for what she said was just networking. 

But in the end, all the blonde's behavior and her treatment of you did was hurt you, burn your eyes with mixed tears of hurt and frustration.

And you wondered several times over the past few months how much longer you could take it. What would be the act of Taylor Sloane that would eventually be the last straw. 

Today, it happened.

"You're being so immature." The blonde says annoyed as soon as you enter the house, and you can't help a humorless laugh slip past your lips at that absurd comment.

"Immature?! Are you kidding me?!" You ask, disbelief lacing your speech as Taylor crosses her arms nonchalantly. "That guy was blatantly flirting with you and you did nothing to stop him."

"That guy happens to be the most famous photographer in LA-"

"I don't give a damn who he is!" You interrupt, your voice high with exasperation. "You let him touch you as if he could have you, and when I showed I was uncomfortable with that you told me to leave. Do you really not give a fuck about my feelings?"

"My god, Y/n, I just asked you to go get me a drink," she says amidst a humorless laugh, as if she wasn't the least bit aware of what she had done at that party. "You need to work on your feelings."

"Oh, I'm sorry, Taylor, I didn't mean to love you so much, to the point of worrying about the possibility of losing you." You hit back, but seeing she doesn't even sketch a reaction, you swallow dry, your voice lower as you say, "I thought this was mutual."

"How am I supposed to be afraid of losing you if you keep following me around like a lost puppy?" She hits back and, seeing you frown in confusion, she laughs dryly. "Really, Y/n, it's ridiculous! You want to be a part of everything I do. To be honest, in the beginning, the attention was fun and all, but now it's just annoying."

"The attention? Is that why you're with me, then? Because you like the attention?" You ask incredulously, and the expression on her face coupled with her silence is enough of an answer. 

"Wow." You say with a humorless laugh, trying to ignore your heart breaking into a million pieces inside your chest. "Well, you won't have to worry about that anymore."

You march toward the door then, refusing to spare her so much as a glance. When your hand meets the doorknob, however, you stop, and raise your tear-filled eyes to her.  

"Fuck you for toying with my emotions like that." You say through clenched teeth, and don't wait for a response before you leave for good. 

And in the car, you drive away, hoping with all your heart never to see Taylor Sloane again. 

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hi! could i make a taylor x reader request where reader is like an youtuber that do haunted/abandoned videos and one day she go into a forest that have poison ivy and taylor take care of the reader

Poison Ivy (Taylor Sloane x Reader)

A/n: Hi, I really loved this idea and writing it. I hope this is what you imagined and I honoured your request. Thank you so much for your request!

Summary: You found yourself covered in poison ivy rashes and your girlfriend Taylor is here to save the day.

Words: 2.4K

Warnings: Fluff, caretaking!Taylor, slightinjured!reader and some swearing. 

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You and Taylor met, like most people in the influencing world, at a networking event. You both had the same manager and she begged you to come to this networking event even though you hated these types of events. Safe to say it wasn’t the best first meeting for future partners. 

Once you arrived your manager dragged you across the room towards this stunning blonde with magnetic green eyes. The woman smiled as she talked to those around her before excusing herself when she saw Maria, your manager. Maria and Taylor embraced each other in a friendly hug before Maria introduced the both of you. 

“Y/n, this is Taylor Sloane. She is a social media influencer and is now dipping her feet in the modelling pond. Taylor, this is Y/n L/N. Y/n is a famous youtuber, she focuses on exploring different places all over the globe especially haunted or abandoned locations” you smile and hold out your hand “Hi, it’s nice to meet you” you greeted. Taylor gazed her eyes over you up and down before taking your hand and shaking it “so, you just became famous by being irresponsible and trespassing” she inquired, narrowing her eyes in confusion at you. 

You became defensive immediately, god how rude. You had heard that social influencers were self-centred, obnoxious and simply just ostentatious people but she really proved that stereotype. “Well, I didn’t start my channel to become famous. It was a hobby I enjoyed with my father when I was younger. Unlike you influencers I don’t base my whole life on an online persona and I certainly don’t think I am better than everyone else or chase fame. Now if you’d excuse me” you retorted as you walked towards the bar to get a drink. 

You ordered a beer to try and calm yourself down from your previous conversation. After ordering your second drink you felt a presence next to you and when you glanced to your right you saw Taylor Sloane approaching you. You scoffed and returned your attention to your drink “Uhm hi again” she mumbled. You turned to face her “look if you are going to slate what I do then move it along because I won’t entertain what I did over there” you state sternly. 

“No, you were right over there. I was being pretentious and rude and I apologise Y/n. I’m trying to work on that persona and get rid of it but when I’ve been upholding it for so long it’s hard to change. I’ve actually seen some of your videos and they are pretty cool and interesting and your camera work and editing on them is amazing. I’m really sorry Y/n and if I could I would really like to learn more about you and your work and show you the real Taylor. Maybe, I could buy your next drink?” she asks hopefully. 

You nod and agree and that is how you saw the real Taylor Sloane. Since then the two of you have been dating around two years.

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You wake up early to head out to this cool abandoned hospital that you found online in the middle of a forest for your next video. Taylor was still fast asleep once you finished getting ready so you made her some coffee before you headed out and took it through to your room. You placed the piping hot mug of coffee carefully on her bedside table and leaned over the covers to place a soft kiss to Taylor’s head. Taylor stirred and smiled lovingly at you and held your cheek in her hand as she pulled your lips to hers. 

“Mhmm morning baby” she greeted. “Morning beautiful, I’m heading out to that abandoned hospital today so I won’t be back till late” you explained. “Baby, what am I going to do today?” she pouted. “I’m sure you will find some way to preoccupy yourself baby” you giggle as you kiss her pout away as Taylor deepens the kiss. “Fine, but stay safe baby okay? I can’t have you getting hurt or anything bad happening to you especially, when you don’t get service whenever you go on these expeditions” she mumbles.

“I promise I will be careful and I will be home in our bed with you tonight like always” you promise kissing the worried crease away from Taylor’s forehead and placing one last kiss on her lips before heading out the door shouting “bye baby, love you” and waiting for her “love you too baby” before walking out the front door. 

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The forest itself was a two hour drive away and once you found somewhere to park you headed on your hike to the abandoned hospital. You vlogged most of the hike and filmed the part where you could see the hospital through the trees. The whole building was surrounded by overgrown weeds and plants, some of which were almost as tall as you. You began to wade through the overgrown plants with your camera filming “woah guys, this place is amazing. I wonder what it was like back in it’s day as you see from the hike where there are no other buildings. What happened here that made it the only building left standing especially in the middle of a forest? Guess we will take a look inside and see if we find anything or maybe some supernatural activity?” you commentate your video for your future viewers. 

You are wearing shorts and a short sleeve top as you wade through a bunch of green plants towards the building. Once there you find a smashed window and crawl inside carefully watching for any glass or other sharp objects. You show the camera around you and see the walls covered in green moss and plants growing inside despite the concrete walls and floors. You start to walk forwards to what seems like a past ward and you spot several rusted pipes and the only sound is the dripping of water from the old pipes. “So guys, I think this used to be a ward of some kind with the sort of layout and these old beds I think it used to be a psych ward” you state as you keep moving forward when you get to some stairs and begin walking down them. 

After three hours of walking around your camera starts to die so, you wrap it up and place it in your backpack and head back out the hospital in the same way you came in. Once out the window you head back the way you came but stumble on some roots on the forest bed and trip, falling into a bed of green plants. When you glance down you study the plants further “fuck” you mutter when you notice you are surrounded by poison ivy. You get up carefully making sure you don’t touch your face or let the plants touch your face and begin the rest of your hike back to the car. 

Once back at you and Taylor’s place you feel like your legs and arms are on fire with itchiness and when you glance down you see the poison ivy has already started affecting your skin. You have huge red rashes all up and down your arms and legs that itch like mad. 

You leave your backpack and hiking shoes at the door “baby?” you yell out for Taylor to let her know you are home. “In the kitchen y/n/n” she yells back. You walk towards the kitchen scratching your arms when you see Taylor standing at the kitchen counter drinking some type of drink smiling at you once she sees you walk in. She puts down her drink and her smile falters slightly “Y/n what happened to your arms and legs?” she questioned you anxiously, concern filled her eyes and her brow creased in panicked confusion, as she moved tenderly towards you. “I fell into some poison ivy on my way back and now it itches so bad and some bits are starting to blister” you whined. “I’ve never had this before. How do I make it go away?” you pout eyes filling with tears of frustration. 

“Oh baby it’s okay I’ll take care of you” Taylor soothed as she places a kiss on your forehead and kisses the tears off your cheeks. You nod, snuggling your head into the crook of her neck as she places soft kisses to the crown of your head. “Okay first of all we’re gonna need to wash all the remaining oil off of you. So, I’ll go run you a bath and you strip off your clothes and put them straight in the wash” Taylor advises before heading upstairs to run your bath.

You do as Taylor says and put your clothes in the washing machine and start the cycle before heading up upstairs to Taylor. “Okay the bath is ready” she says, wrapping her hands around your waist and kisses you and then slides her hands upwards to unhook your bra. She moves away from you and you whine a little at the loss of her hands and lips as she giggles “come on take off your underwear and get in” you sigh and plunge yourself in the bath. 

“Oh my god, what the fuck Taylor?” you snap at her as you jump out the bath filled with cold water. Taylor can’t contain herself and is doubled over laughing “sorry, I should have warned you. The water has to be cold otherwise it could make the itching and rash worse” she explains as you stand there shivering and scowling at your girlfriend. 

“Here come on I’ll help clean you up and then I need to head out to the local pharmacy and grab some Calamine lotion and some steroid cream. But first we need to wash your hands, legs and arms especially and I will need you to scrub under your fingernails. Is that okay sweetie?” Taylor spoke softly whilst softly placing her lips against your shoulder. You nod your head and sigh as you sit back down in the cold water, god your viewers better like this video you think. 

Taylor kneels by the side of the bath and puts some body wash on a soft sponge and kisses you before starting to wash your body as softly as she can without hurting you. You scrub under your nails with soap and a nail scrubber whilst Taylor applies your favourite shampoo to your hair and slowly massages your scalp as she washes your hair. You start to feel tired and you close your eyes when Taylor rinses the shampoo out of your hair. Taylor leans forward and peppers kisses all over your face and down your neck before helping you out and wrapping you in a warm towel carefully patting you dry.

Whenever, you bring your hand up to itch she takes your hand in hers and places kisses to the inside of your wrist and palm “Please don’t scratch y/n/n, it will only make it worse and you could get an infection. If you don’t scratch, the rashes should go away within a week” she comforts you. You nod “okay baby I’ll try not to scratch when you are away” “Thank you, I’ll be back as soon as possible. I love you, you clumsy goof” she giggles kissing you passionately before she leaves. 

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When Taylor returns you have dried your hair and are sitting on the couch with cold compresses held to your legs and arms as you read online that helps. Taylor comes behind you on the couch and drapes her arms around your neck “hi, I got your stuff will you let me put it on?” she asks softly. You nod and she makes her way in front of you and pulls your top and bottoms off admiring your body as she does “Tay? Maybe not the best time to contemplate ripping my underwear off” you tease giggling. Taylor looks up bashfully “sorry, you're just so sexy all time even covered in poison ivy rashes” she flirts. 

Taylor grabs some steroid cream and rubs it on the rash first making sure she doesn’t accidentally scratch the rash or catch the blisters. Once she finished rubbing that in she grabbed some Q-tips and used them to apply Calamine lotion over the rash. “There we go, now we apply this and the steroid cream several times a day for the next five days and the rash should disappear soon and absolutely no scratching” she waves her finger in your face playfully scolding you. You laugh as she picks up your top and helps put it back over your head and pulls your bottoms on as well. You pull her into your lap as she wraps her arms around you and snuggles her face into the crook of your neck placing comforting kisses to it as she breathes your scent in. You place soft kisses to the crown of her head before holding her chin and directing her lips to yours, moaning as she slips her tongue in your mouth to meet yours. 

Eventually, the two of you pull away for air as she brushes the hair out of your eyes and gazes lovingly into yours. There you are mesmerised by those radiant green eyes as you were the night you met her “thank you for allowing me a second chance to show you the real me that night two years ago. I would be lost without you, my little poison ivy” she giggles at her new nickname for you.

“No, thank you Tay for showing me the real you and letting me in. You make me so happy baby and I really appreciate you taking care of me today and making me feel so loved. I would have been lost without you and scratching all the time. Also if I am Poison Ivy that would make you my Harley Quinn wouldn’t it?” you whisper seductively. 

“I guess it would, wouldn’t it baby. And what fun they have together” she purrs in my ear before kissing me which turned into a little more. 

Taylor heads into the kitchen and makes your favourite dinner and brings it to you along with a glass of red wine and some desert. “Well now you’re just spoiling me Tay” you praise her. She just smiles and shakes her head “you’re the love of my life Y/n, I will always spoil you. Come here and cuddle me and we can watch your favourite movies baby” she motions for you to come cuddle into her. 

The two of you spend the rest of the night like this, you snuggled into Taylor’s chest watching movies as she massages your head and places kisses to both your head and your lips. 

That’s how you got your nickname “my little poison ivy” from Taylor which she never stopped using and you wouldn’t have it any other way.