Part 4 of the side to side series?! It’s so good I can’t get enough
The side to side series is a blessing and a part 4 would make my life. I saw the post where you said it got old but you don’t need to do an Ariana Grande song, you don’t even need to do a song, fuck consistency!
Will you be doing part 4 of the side to side series? Maybe tony stark finds out about peters relationship with the reader or something?
okay i’m OBSESSED with the side to side series i can’t wait for another one 😍
pls make side to side 4!!!yes yes yes to a part 4 of side to side!! also could you tag me in your fics?? ❤️❤️ -@hemmomfg
you should just turn the side to side series in a its own fic i think it would be great there could be more character development and detail!
Word Count: 4386 (you’re welcome, bebs)
Song: Rude by Magic! (I DIDN’T PUT THIS IN THE FIC AND WE’RE FOR SURE ALL SICK OF IT BUT IT FIT)
Summary: You and Peter are trying to find ways to tell your dad about your relationship
Warning(s): Immense fluff, no sin (I know, sad), overprotective dad! Tony, swearing (but that’s nothing new to you sinners)
Author’s Note: Sorry this isn’t smut or anything, but I hope I made for it in the fluff and how long it is. I’ve given up on resisting writing more of this series, so I will gladly take requests for more parts to this since I tried setting up a few things and I have a few ideas for sequels!
TEMPLIER & RONDEAU PARIS EMBROIDERED SILK AFTERNOON GOWN, c. 1908.
Dusty rose silk charmeuse having cream embroidered net high-neck bodice insert and long sleeve, pleated silk wrap-front bodice with heavily embroidered short chiffon sleeve, inserts and center oval, draped and angled skirt, self tassels at back and ends of self chain suspended from waist, trained skirt decorated with net inserts and Celtic knot appliques, satin under-skirt with pleated hem ruffle.
Senior prom night was what you were looking forward to the most in your high school years. The one night where everyone changed out of the uncomfortable, ugly school uniform and into flowing dresses and tight dress shirts. You and you best friend have planned for this night for a good part of three months and today was the day where it was all coming together. You sat in from of your best friend with your eyes closed as she added colour to your eyelids. She rambled on about how excited she is about going to this special event with her date, Jimin. You had a date too, but it wasn’t the person you wished it was. Of course you considered Jinyoung to be an amazing guy, but he sometimes came off as a bit of a fuckboy. You wished it was someone else. As you and your best friend finished getting ready, you couldn’t help but feel a tad but of sadness building up inside of your body as you thought about the future events of tonight and that your date wasn’t him.
Your mother squealed and grinned when you and your best friend appeared downstairs in the living room, all glamoured up for the night. You wore a nude pink chiffon dress with a short front and long flowing back with tall stilettos, your hair in a low updo slightly messy yet neat. Your best friend wore a long navy dress with chiffon sleeves and tall stilettos. Your mother couldn’t contain her happiness and told your brother to take photos of you and your best friend. Memories, right?
After the whole ordeal with your mother telling you how to pose and to smile wider, you and your best friend exited the house and sat inside your father’s car as he drove you to the venue. Stepping out of the vehicle, your best friend squealed when she saw Jimin leaning against the hood of his car waiting for her. You looked around and saw Jinyoung lingering around the entrance of the venue, knowing that your best friend was now all over her date, you walked up to your date after bidding your father goodbye. You stood in front of Jinyoung and waited for him to notice you, when he did you smiled softly which he reciprocated and extended his hooked arm out to you and you threaded yours through and the pair of you walked inside the venue. Music was softly playing and the ballroom was slowly starting to full up with people. You and Jinyoung sat at a table with a few of his friends and for an unknown reason you couldn’t help but feel slightly awkward and uncomfortable.
When the event had officially started and people were dancing or chatting and Jinyoung was nowhere to be found, you just sat at the table and admired your best friend slow dancing with Jimin. Her hands were resting gently on Jimin’s shoulders and his hands framed her waist, their foreheads met at one point and they were looking deep into each others eyes. In that moment you knew he was good for your best friend and the thought brought a smile to your face. Feeling hot and bothered in the ballroom, you stood up and made a beeline for the bathrooms. What you saw when you got to your destination wasn’t something you were hoping to see on the best night of your life: Jinyoung was pinning a girl to the wall as he kissed across her jaw and down her neck, soft pants and gasps escaping her lips. Tears started to brim in your eyes; he had ruined your night. Knowing that the party wasn’t even at its midpoint, you felt the sudden urge to go home. The girl noticed your tears and pushed Jinyoung away from herself and he turned to look at you. You scowled at him and turned, wiping gently at your eyes as you didn’t want to ruin your makeup and started to walk out. Stepping back into the hot ballroom, you noticed a certain someone within the crowd: pale skin and blond hair peaking out from under a wide brim hat. You always knew Namjoon had his own style so seeing that he turned up to prom with a sleek black suit and the addition of black framed glasses and a wide brim hat didn’t surprise you. His eyes met yours from a distance and you felt the tears spring to your eyes again. He was the one you wished to be at your senior prom with not Jinyoung, especially now after encountering the bathroom incident. You gulped and walked back to the table you were sat at to grab your bag. You looked around for your best friend but she was nowhere to be seen so you simply exited the ballroom. You pulled out your phone from your bag, ready to text your father or brother to pick you up, but before you could unlock the device, two strong arms grabbed at your waist. Hastily, you turned around only to be met with the blond locks and wide brim hat. In that moment you knew how much you missed this man. Namjoon was your ex-boyfriend, but you never stopped loving him even now. You stared at him speechless, brain fuzzy and confused as to why he was here and not inside having fun.
“N-Namjoon?” You asked, tears sitting on your waterline ready to fall down. He smiled meekly when his name escaped your mouth.
“That’s me, Y/N,” His hand reached up to wipe at the stray tear that jumped from your waterline. His palm cupped your cheek and he brought your chin up to look at him. He hadn’t changed much and still looked like the softy that you always knew him as. “Let’s go for a short walk, huh?” Namjoon suggested and you thought about the offer for a second before nodding in agreement. He extended a hooked arm and you linked your arm with his hesitantly. The pair of you began walking towards the nearby garden and finally you situated yourself on a bench in the gazebo. Namjoon asked you why you were out and not having fun and you explained to him your encounter with Jinyoung and his girl and reiterated the same question to him, “I can’t bare seeing you cry,” he replied.
“You should go back now, Namjoon. I’ll call my brother to pick me up. Thank you for coming out here even though you didn’t have to. It was lovely seeing you again,” Your voice was filled with sadness because in reality you didn’t want him to leave. You stared at your lap, fidgeting with your false nails expecting Namjoon to leave, but when you didn’t hear anything shuffling or movement you turned your head to look at him. Namjoon had then stood and you looked back at your lap. Then a hand was stuck in front of your face and you looked up again. He was stood in front of you with an extended hand. You took that as a hint and placed your hand in his, standing up. “Dance with me,” He said and you giggled, telling him there was no music to which he shrugged and placed his hands gently on your hips. Your hands found their way to his shoulders and the pair of you swayed from side to side. You wrapped your arms around his neck and your head fell to rest on his shoulder as silent tears fell from your eyes.
“You know, Namjoon, I’m so sorry for everything that happened between us. I really wasn’t in the right mindset when we broke up and I regret everything. I’m so sorry for all the pain I caused you. I know that- that your dream is to become an idol and I’m so sorry that I stopped you from persuing your dream when you had the chance. I was being selfish and I regret it so much. I ruined everything for you,” You pulled away from him and turned to stare out far into the garden and at the clear night sky glittering with stars. “I still love you, Joonie. I never stopped and probably never will. I understand that you’ve moved on from me, but please know that you’ll forever have a place in my heart.” Namjoon stepped closer to you again and turned you around, his lips quickly crashing against your own. You were caught in the moment, unaware, but you quickly began to kiss back, the tears still falling from your eyes. The kiss you shared was needy and heated, yet sweet and gentle.
“Y/N… I’m sorry that we broke up on the wrong terms, and yes maybe it was a little selfish of you, but it doesn’t matter now. I’m auditioning again with a different company soon, so there is still hope. Don’t worry about it.” His fingers tucked a stared of your hair that fell out behind your ear and he caressed your cheek. “I still love you too, Y/N. Sweetheart, my love for you never died. And I want you to know that I’m willing to give us a second chance. I want there to be an ‘us’ again because we’ve got to admit we were a power couple,” You giggled at his words and smiled at him. He leaned down again and connected his lips to yours again. This time the kiss was sweet and gentle, more longlasting.
Pulling away, Namjoon’s hand dropped down to yours and he interlaced his fingers with yours. “Do you want to come back to my house with me, baby girl?’ He whispered into your ear. “I have a free house tonight,” You swallowed hard and butterflies erupted inside your tummy. You agreed and after collecting all your belongings, you allowed Namjoon to drag you to his car. Right before exiting the garden you stopped, you hand unlinking from Namjoon’s. He turned to look at you confused when he saw you leaning down to take off your stilettos. Before you could even take the shoe off your foot, you were swept up off the floor. Your eyes were wide in shock and you wrapped your arms around Namjoon’s neck for support. You were a smiling and giggling mess as he carried you the rest of the way to his car. He set you down in the passenger seat before getting in himself. The ride consisted of him focusing on the road, but his free hand resting on your thigh just like old times.
Inside his house, his lips attached to yours again and he picked you up again, your legs instantly wrapping around his waist, lips never leaving the latter. He carried you upstairs to his room and set you down on his large bed. His nimble fingers messed with the zipper of your dress and you just nodded at him, allowing him to pull it down. Once you were discarded of your dress and left in your your undergarments, you reached for Namjoon’s tie and knocked the hat off his head throwing it across the room. You then proceeded to take the glasses off his face and placed the gently on the bed side table before your fingers worked to undo the tie. Namjoon stripped himself off his jacket and shirt and your hands slid up from his waistband to his chest and across his shoulders. You leaned forward and pushed him back so that you were on top, your lips started kissing across his clavicle and down to his navel and your fingers began to toy with his belt and you undid the button of this pants then pulling them down. He helped you discard them by kicking them off and onto the floor. Now you were both left in just undergarments. You stared at his almost naked form and though how much more muscular he had gotten. Your fingertips danced across his chest, slowly inching closer to his manhood. You got to his member and grabbed ahold of the bulge through the thin material of his boxers. He was big and you began to think how much you missed him and his friend downstairs. Without thinking you pushed down the material of his boxers and grabbed ahold of his shaft when it stood at attention. Your hand began to move up and down at a steady speed and you leaned your lips closer to the tip that started to glisten with precum. The glorious taste hit your taste buds and you began to make kitten like licks at his tip. Short breaths and gasps escaped Namjoon’s mouth and his hand shot down to your hair that you let out earlier in the car. His fingers tangled within your locks as your lips went further down his shaft and he started to slide down your throat. Within mere seconds he was fully down your throat and your nose bumped his pelvis with every bob of your head. Namjoon was a moaning mess under you and the noises he made sent arousal to your womanhood. Your panties were wet just from the noises Namjoon was making. Your hand slipped down to your core and your began to tease yourself through the thin lace material of your panties. Namjoon pulled you off of him and threw your onto your back, getting ahold of his member and rubbing it up and down against your folds through the sheer lace material. You were making lewd noises and the filled the four walls of Namjoon’s room. He circled his tip around your clothed clit and you were moaning loudly, hands gripping at the male’s shoulders desperate for more contact. Namjoon moved the material of your panties to the side and reached into the bedside table for a condom. He ripped the packet open with his teeth and rolled the latex protection down his shaft. His hands reached behind your body to unhook your bra and he slipped it off your arms, throwing it across the room. His lips attached to one of your nipples as he lined and slowly began to move inside your walls. You were a moaning mess, your fingernails dragging down the boy’s back as his thrusting speed increased. His hips rocked into yours for a straight ten minutes. Your nails continuously dragging down his back, his hips thrusting into yours and his thumb teasing and circling your bundle of nerves. He sent you through two hard orgasm and soon reached his peak too, releasing inside the condom. He collapsed next to you onto the bed. You lazily reached a hand down off the bed to find his shirt that he wore earlier and you put it on, buttoning up a few buttons before laying next to your ex-boyfriend. You felt at peace when your head was situated in the crook of his neck and your hand rested on his chest that rose and fell with every breath. Namjoon kissed your forehead sleepily and held onto you tightly.
“Nams?” You asked, softly. He hummed. “What- what are we?” You were confused. You let your ex-boyfriend kiss you, you let him have sex with you but you were both still exes to each other.
“I told you that I want there to be an ‘us’ again, but that’s only if you want to. I’m willing to have a relationship with you again. I miss you, baby girl. And I still love you wholeheartedly.” He pecked your forehead again, holding onto your waist.
You kissed his jaw and grabbed the covers to cover you both. “I’d love to be your girlfriend again, Nams,” You smiled to yourself. Subconsciously, you started tracing patterns on his chest and began feeling yourself slipping into a haze of unconsciousness. “I love you,” You said quietly before drifting off to sleep in the arms of your boyfriend.
“I love you too, Y/N,” Namjoon said, smiling to himself and looked down at your sleeping form, giggling at how ridiculously big his shirt was on you. He kissed you softly again before closing his eyes and falling asleep himself.
Summary: Now you knew it was true. He was cheating on you and you were moving on. Part Four to “Is it?”
AN: Chapter four is here!!! This one is slightly shorter but it was originally combined with Chapter 5. I hope you enjoy it.
Pictures/Artwork/Gifs are not mine. Credit goes to the original owner.
You were due for some male attention. You could use a little confidence booster of being flattered for the night and who could honestly say no to free drinks. Not to mention he was right. You were attracted to him. So yeah, a night of compliments and free drinks from a cute dude was something you could see yourself doing. With the decision made you nodded and squeezed his hand back. “Yeah, I think I’d like that.”
Here it was. Your first date with a new man in over 4 years. You hadn’t realized how long that had really been until tonight. You really didn’t know if the dating rules changed that much and were kind of getting nervous. You kept telling yourself to relax and had thrown on some music to take your mind from things as you put on the finishing touches of your make up. You looked in the mirror checking your eyeliner and lipstick as your murmured along to Mila J. You’d blown out your hair and thrown in some curls for a little volume. You ran a hand down the off the shoulder blush chiffon short romper. The sleeves were loose but cuffed at the end. You paired it with a pair of gold hoop earrings, a gold teardrop diamond necklace and nude colored strappy heeled sandals. The sandals helped accentuate your thick shapely thighs and legs. You loved the way the color made your skin popped and almost gave you a soft glow. You nodded to yourself. Yeah, you were about to kill him tonight.
You looked at the clock to check the time you had a few minutes to spare but there was a knock at the door. Jonathan stood on the other side with a small bouquet of flowers and you had to give it to him, the man cleaned up nice. You’d only seen him in casual clothes several variations of jeans and t-shirts but it was clear that he’d put in some effort tonight. His jet-black hair was styled effortlessly but it was the silk button down and black slacks that made you give him another look.
As fine as he looked you couldn’t let his head get too big. “What’d you do? Go play in Jay’s closet?” You said by way of greeting in a teasing tone.
“Now, why you gotta start off clownin me?” He asked as you stepped to the side and let him in the apartment. He had a smile on his face and laughed a little with his words.
You reached for the flowers and was about to say thank you when he pulled them back out of your reach and took a step into your personal space.
“Nah, these were for you but I think I’m going to leave them for you roommate. Anybody puttin up with your mouth clearly needs a thank you.” He said and placing the flowers on the end table next to the couch.
“THANK YOU JONATHAN!” Came a loud voice from down the hall. Clearly, your best friend was ear hustling and was making no qualms about hiding it.
You couldn’t help but laugh and Jonathan just shook his head. He hadn’t met your best friend before but you had a feeling the two of them would hit it off if things progressed that far.
“Are you ready to go?” You asked picking your clutch up off the same end table. He nodded and you gave a last “Bye Nosey!” before you two headed out the door.
“I’ll have to remember that she likes to listen in.” He said as he helped you into the car. That was earning him brownie points. Jonathan might be more of a gentleman than you expected.
“Why is that?” You asked once he was in the car and driving off.
He let his eyes hungrily start on your thighs and slowly travel up your body before he smirked more to himself than anything. “Just food for thought.” He answered.
You sucked your lips between your teeth and tried to act like that look hadn’t damn near ignited your panties.
You’d asked where you were going as you drove into a part of town you were very familiar with. There was a club not too far from where you currently were that Jihoon and the guys liked to visit. In all honesty, it was in a busy part of Seoul but that was just some drama you were not in the mood for. The last thing you wanted was to see Jihoon and have some bullshit pop off.
Jonathan just gave you a “You’ll see” and see you did. There was a tiny little restaurant that he’d chosen.
Dinner was going great. Jonathan kept you laughing while allowing the conversation to steer to heavier topics to let each of you feel the other out. Not only that but he’d managed to stoke that little fire he ignited in the car. He sat adjacent to you at dinner. At first you thought it was kind of odd but decided to let it go. Now, you understood why he’d picked that spot. All through dinner he’d given you small touches. It started with occasionally grabbing your hand, then it moved to speaking low and directly into your ear. He’d been close enough for his lips to almost graze it. His hand rested on the back of your chair and he would rub his thumb in slow deliberate circles in the middle of your back just above the top hem of your romper. The looks he was giving you though…Ohhh wee those looks. Lawd, if he sat back and bit his lip one more time. Not to mention he’d arch his hips forward just a bit like he was offering up his lap as a seat for you.
He’d just given you another one of those looks when you decided you wanted to hear him say the words. “Why do you keep looking at me like that? Over there looking like you hungry or something.”
He released a dry laugh and that smirk that you’d seen throughout the night came back. He took a sip of his drink before placing it back on the table and leaning in close again. His voice lowered an octave and put his hand back on the spot. “I know it’s only date one and I’m trying my hardest not to make a complete ass of myself.” This time he allowed his lips to graze the shell of your ear. “But I can’t help but think about where I want to start when you feel comfortable enough to let me in. I’ve thought about starting at your mouth…or maybe your breasts.” He let his hand slide across your back and the tips of his fingers rested just between the space where your arm lay against your torso. “Or if I should go straight for the honey pot.” You weren’t sure when but his other hand slipped beneath the table and was trailing the outside of your thigh. “My mind can’t help but wonder when you sittin over here looking like the sun personally took time to kiss the melanin in your skin.” He ended this little verbal assault with a kiss to the spot just beneath your ear. “That’s all.” He said and sat back like he’d done nothing to note.
You crossed your legs and gave your thighs a squeeze to try and relieve some of the ache growing there. Of course, this did nothing to help. So, you took a sip of icy water and cleared your throat. Jonathan sat back and looked smug.
That concluded dinner and you were exiting the restaurant hand in hand. Then it happened. Of course, it did. Why not? As big as this city was, as many people there were milling about you. YOU had to run into C Jamm. You’d been laughing at something Jonathan said when you’d heard him say “Ay, man. What’s up?” to someone. You followed his line of sight and saw C Jamm standing in front of you.
It wasn’t that you weren’t happy to see him but that you knew he was going to tell Jihoon. You wouldn’t expect anything less seeing as how close the two of them were. You’d said hi, exchanged hugs and see ya laters. You were determined not to let what could happen mess up your night.
Jonathan asked if you thought anything would come of that little meeting. You told him you didn’t think it’d amount to anything more than a text message or another phone call but that was it.
He was currently seeing you to the door and it was nice to have a man opening doors for you and seeing you upstairs. You didn’t realize just how relaxed things with Jihoon had gotten. It wasn’t out of the ordinary for you to head home without him. Now, you understood why he’d become increasingly ok with that but it was a lesson learned.
You’d turned to give the usual ‘This was nice/I had a wonderful time’ end of date speech. Jonathan apparently had different plans for you. He’d pulled you close into a hug. His hands were low on your back and said, “Remember what I told you.” He then kissed that same spot and nipped your ear. You took a deep breath and inhaled his cologne but before you could respond he was pulling away and walking down the hall.
WORTH SILK and METALLIC LACE EVENING DRESS, 1898 - 1899.
2-piece ivory silk satin, boned bodice having short chiffon sleeve and trained skirt with wide panels of metallic gold lace in a large-scale floral and a center column of metallic cord domes with pastes, pearls and sequins having pearl tassels, train brocaded with floral swag.
.Rose pink chiffon having short sleeve, center front and back opening edged in black mesh revealing cream charmeuse under-dress, self sash and neck insert with mesh tie, draped narrow skirt, underskirt has two hem slits to ease movement
How do you conceal make up like pallettes or something equal in size without acting suspicious ??
well i have a couple of ways..depending on the store or how it is that day..but i just said this in another post..i will always wear a baggy shirt, a button up plaid one, it was warmer the other day so i wore like a sheer chiffon short sleeve top, but it was loose as well and that works well too, with leggings or whatever and while walking down an aisle with no cameras, i’ll just put it under my shirt in my leggings like halfway in either on my stomach or my side depending on the size..or i’ll just put it in my purse while walking down an aisle..