dinner with strangers

The Reader and the Writer (Part 3)

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Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: The reader returns, and she offers the writer some explanations that he’s been waiting for

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,041

A/N: It’s here! I am so so so sorry for making you guys wait this long, I had so much going on this week and I had barely any time to write at all. I hope this makes up for it, enjoy!


Jughead didn’t expect for (Y/N) to return to Pop’s; in fact, he thought she’d leave town.  However, the following night he was proven wrong when she walked in and sat across him in their usual booth.

“You’re here,” he stated. (Y/N) quirked an eyebrow.

“You expected otherwise?” she inquired, crossing her arms.

“Well, to be fair, I hadn’t seen you in about a month before yesterday,” Jughead defended himself.  (Y/N) sucked in a breath and went to contradict him, but she realized he was right, so she shut her mouth.  They sat in silence, both of them avoiding eye contact with each other.  Finally, (Y/N) sighed and broke the quiet.

“So I’m guessing you want to talk about it,” she said, not even bothering to pull out a book.  Jughead nodded as he closed his laptop.

“I think I deserve a bit more information than the fact that you were born in Riverdale,” he grumbled.

“You do,” she agreed.

“So why did you think that was important to tell me?” Jughead began the interrogation. “Out of all the things to say to stop me from leaving, why that?”

“Well it worked, didn’t it?” (Y/N) attempted to joke, but Jughead didn’t even crack a smile.  She sighed and continued.  "I don’t know, because that’s the beginning. I’m a reader, Jug, I like to start at the beginning of a story.“

"And so your beginning started here.”

“Yes.”

“But then you moved somewhere else?” Jughead asked.  (Y/N) nodded.  "Why?“

"Because we had to,” she responded.  "My parents were… unpleasant people, to say the least.  Bad people tend to mingle, and thus my parents met the Blossoms.“  Jughead’s head perked up at the mention of the family.

"The Blossoms?” he echoed.  "As in Jason Blossom?“

"No, the other notorious Blossom family in Riverdale,” she rolled her eyes, sarcasm oozing from every word.  "Yes, Jason Blossom’s family.“  Jughead’s silence signaled for her to continue.  “My family and their family had this long-lasting feud for as long as I can remember.”

“So is that why you left?” he asked.  “Because of the feud?”

“Yes,” she answered tentatively, “and no.  It’s complicated.  You see, I didn’t leave Riverdale with my parents.”  (Y/N) paused for a moment, biting her lip.  “My parents were murdered.”  Jughead’s eyes widened as he realized the severity of her situation.

“The Blossoms did it?” he immediately assumed.  (Y/N) shook her head.

“Not that we know of,” she replied.  “They never figured out who did it.  Yes, the Blossoms were high on the suspect list, but personally, I don’t think it was them.  They’re too snobbish to actually murder someone.”  The pair fell into a silence, Jughead attempting to soak up all the information he was just given.  (Y/N) lazily glanced around the dinner, scanning the strangers’ faces.

“Why’d you come back?” Jughead spoke up.  (Y/N)’s eyes flicked back to his face.

“They were about to sell our old home,” she shrugged.  “My aunt was infuriated, so she packed up all our things and moved here.” Jughead had so many more questions swirling around his mind, but when he observed (Y/N)’s face, he saw how tired and deflated she looked.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized, “this is too much for you.  I shouldn’t have pressured you to tell me everything at once.”

“No, it’s fine,” she insisted, shaking her head.  “I want to tell you, I… you deserve to know.”  Jughead reached across the table, grabbed (Y/N)’s hand, and gazed at her in a manner she couldn’t quite distinguish.  He didn’t say anything, and neither did she.  They just sat there in the booth, on a quiet day in Pop’s, Jughead holding (Y/N)’s hand and she was letting him.  Without speaking, she understood what he was trying to tell her: there was nothing left to say.


For the next two weeks, neither Jughead nor (Y/N) said anything to each other.  They still went to Pop’s every night, and they sat together at the same booth.  But (Y/N) always had a book, and Jughead always had his laptop.  Frequently, when one of them wasn’t looking, the other would glance up and stare for just a moment.

On a slow Tuesday, Veronica entered Pop’s.  She was only there to pick up the food she and her mom had ordered, but she noticed (Y/N) and Jughead sitting together at a booth, and so she sped over there.

“You’re back,” she noted, sitting down next to (Y/N).  She glanced up, putting Frankenstein down, and shot Veronica a timid smile.

“I’ve been back for a few weeks,” she responded.  Veronica furrowed her eyebrows.

“Really?” she questioned, shifting her gaze to Jughead.  He didn’t look up from his computer.  (Y/N) awkwardly nodded, turning back to her novel.  Veronica glanced back and forth between (Y/N) and Jughead, waiting for one of them to say something.  “Do you guys ever talk?”

“It’s not always necessary,” Jughead replied, rolling his eyes.

“Well yeah,” Veronica shrugged, “but you guys are dead silent.  Neither of you have spoken to each other since I got here.”  When neither of them replied to her comment, Veronica understood that she was unwanted and left.

The two sat in silence for another hour before Jughead interrupted it by slamming his laptop shut.

“Okay, I’ve spent two weeks thinking about what to say,” he started, catching (Y/N)’s attention.  She lifted her eyes from her book and stared at Jughead, puzzled.  “But I don’t know.  I don’t know what to say!  How do I respond to the fact that your parents were murdered?”

“You don’t have to sa-”

“Yes I do!” Jughead interjected.  “Because we’re… friends, we’re friends.  And I’m supposed to say something to make you feel better.”  (Y/N) tilted her head sideways as she gazed at Jughead, trying to think of a reply.

“You still have a question,” she finally said, “don’t you?  And you didn’t want to say anything else because you didn’t want to tempt your own curiosity.”

“No,” Jughead shook his head, “no, I-”

“Just ask,” (Y/N) stopped him.  “Just ask me, Jug.”  He inhaled sharply, and examined her face.  There was no doubt, no hesitation; just determination with a hint of anger. Jughead sighed, giving into (Y/N)’s, and his own curiosity’s, demands.

“What’s your real name?”

Part four here

After months of keeping El a secret, Mike finally decides to introduce her to his parents. Karen already had some suspicions about how secretive her son had been following the Christmas of 1984. It reminded her of how Nancy was acting when she first started dating Steve. What she may not have expected, was to meet the girl who was living in her basement a year prior.

And so El has dinner with the Wheelers. Nancy compliments El on her dress (which Mike gave to her), and Karen talks about how much happier Mike has seemed recently, even sharing an unfortunate anecdote every now and again, making Mike blush in embarrassment.

It was all going so smoothly, before Ted suddenly interjects, asking for someone at the other end of the table to pass down a bowl of potatoes. Absent mindedly, El uses her powers to float the bowl down the table, and land it safely next to his plate. Karen’s eyes widen, as she drops her glass of wine. Ted is stunned into silence. El whispers a slight “sorry” to Mike, while Nancy suppresses a laugh, having forgotten that her parents have no clue who El is, and what she can do.

An Unlikely Meeting ~ Finn Wolfhard x Reader ~ Part One

As I stood gripping my phone in my hands I decided that standing in this long-ass line was totally worth it. In about an hour, I would be meeting the cast of Stranger Things. I would be meeting Finn Wolfhard. I tried my best not to squeal out loud. I had been compressing bursts of excitement all day so I had no idea what was going to happen when I actually met them. Actually, I had been compressing bursts of excitement since I bought my tickets to Toronto Comic-Con. I was hoping that I didn’t embarrass myself when I actually met everyone.
~
Before you knew it, the line had gone down and you were at the very front about to go in. The security guard moved the barrier aside and you went through. It was a wonder you didn’t start screaming profanities at the sight. A few other people were in front of you and you started at the right side of the table. It was Gaten Matarazzo. He took a poster off the pile and signed it in silver sharpie.

“Hi!” He said with a smile, “It’s so nice to meet you! I’m Gaten.”
“I’m, Y/N, and it’s great to meet you too. Would it be okay if I took a picture?”
“Of course! As long as I can get one with you as well!”

You took a picture together on your phone and then one on Gaten’s as whenever a fan asked for a photo he always got one too. You took your poster and went to meet Caleb who stood up, took a picture with you and signed your poster, grinning ear to ear the entire time. Then it was Noah’s turn. He wasn’t in his seat at the table though. He had his sharpie and was standing ready to engulf you in a big hug. 

“I’m Noah. Thanks for coming. It’s great to meet you!”
With a quick flick of his pen, your poster was signed and he took the picture of you two together.
“Thank you so much, Noah,” You tried to keep your tone from reaching an unnatural height, “It’s amazing finally getting to meet you.”
“You too!”

Millie said hello as she signed and asked you your name, where you were from and if you were excited for season two. You had a little conversation and a photo before you moved on to Finn who was stood up like Noah. He was about to hug you when everything went black.
~
“Is she okay? What happened?”
“I don’t know! I was going to hug her and she collapsed. I think she’s waking up…”

You opened your eyes to see that five very worried faces were looking down at you.

“Oh, my gosh,” Millie said, “Someone go get the medical guy!”
She ran off somewhere to fetch someone. Caleb and Gaten followed.
“Are you okay?” Noah asked, “It’s Y/N, isn’t it? What happened?”
He and Finn knelt down and helped you sit up. With a very anxious look on his face, Finn handed you a bottle of water.
“Did I faint?” You asked in a quiet voice, “I’m so sorry.”
Finn looked stunned, “Why are you apologising?! You don’t need to be sorry. The others have gone to get some help.”
“Thank you.” You smiled and Finn smiled back,
“No problem,” He replied, “Is there anything else you need?”
“I don’t think so. Except for my poster.”
Noah and Finn laughed.
“You just fainted on me and you’re worried about that? You can have all the posters you want if you promise not to die on us.”
You laughed along with Finn and Noah. “In that case, I want a hundred posters so I can cover my whole bedroom with them.”
Noah smiled. “I like you Y/N. You’re easy to get along with.”
“Yeah,” Finn agreed, “Except for the fainting thing. That’s just a huge pain in my ass.”
More laughter. And more. Even though it made your head hurt you couldn’t help it. 

Suddenly Millie, Gaten and Caleb came rushing in with a doctor behind them. Finn stayed next to you as you were examined and asked questions about the fall. He asked if you were experiencing dizziness or nausea. Because you were he told you it was probably a concussion and he was going to take you out back where you could get rid of it.
“When we’re done,” Finn said to you, “We’ll come and see how you’re doing. And I’ll bring your poster, don’t worry.”

You both shared a smile as you were taken off for an aspirin and a rest. Despite the fact you collapsed, this was quickly turning into the best day of your life.
~
You almost went into cardiac arrest when Finn and the others came into the room you were in.
“How are you doing, Y/N?” Finn asked
“Better. Much better.”
“Good. Do they know why you fainted?”
“They’re saying that it was because of the excitement and the fact I haven’t eaten.”
“If we’re not keeping you from anyone,” Millie said with an encouraging smile, “You could come to eat with us. We’re not the ones paying for it so you don’t have to worry about that.”
“Seriously?”
“Sure.” Gaten cut in, “As long as you don’t steal my fries.”

You grinned and called your mum to tell her that she didn’t have to come and take you back to the hotel for another few hours. As you walked out and to the cars that were there to take everyone to dinner, Finn struck up a conversation with you. 

“Did you fly here? Where from?”
“I live in Vancouver, actually. I couldn’t pass up this opportunity.”
“As if we’re both from Vancouver.  What are the chances, huh?”
“Apparently they’re quite high for us.”
“Apparently so. Now, where shall we head for dinner?”
“I don’t mind. It’s up to you guys, considering you’ve let me tag along.”
“Don’t mention it, Y/N, and don’t worry about your poster,” he chuckled, “I’ve got that.”
“Thank you so much.”
You got in the back of a matte black Jeep, in the middle of Finn and Millie. The others were in the car behind. Millie looked down at your Doc Martens.
“Your boots are to die for!”
“Thanks,” you smiled, “I got them from Camden Market in London when I went in the summer. They’re limited edition.”
“Well, they look good on you, Y/N, if you don’t mind me saying.”
“Of course not! And thank you.”
“Okay,” Finn leaned over, “I’m feeling really left out. Is nobody going to tell me how hot I look in this jacket?”
You and Millie burst out laughing and at the same time and said, “No.”
“Wow. I’m hurt,” Finn held his hand to his chest as if he had been wounded, “I hope we get to the restaurant soon. I’m being bullied in this car.”
You and Millie carried on laughing, you couldn’t help it. Once the two of you composed yourselves a little she took her phone out and went on Instagram.
“Okay you two, photo for my Insta story. Smileeee!”

Millie took the photo and made you give her your Instagram name so she could tag you and follow you. Finn did the same. Before you knew what was happening, you had follow requests coming in.

You have five new follow requests:

@finnwolfhardofficial
@milliebobbybrown
@gatenm123
@noahschnapp
@therealcalebmclaughlin


As you pressed accept, you wondered how two hours ago you were lining up to meet your heroes and now you were in the back of a car going to dinner with them and getting follow requests on Instagram from them. What was this life you had just randomly been dropped into? Not that you were complaining…

You were sat between Finn and Noah and the others were across from you. Gaten had insisted that you dine at Nando’s and nobody had a problem with that since you were all starved. You were having the time of your life. Millie was asking you about your life in Vancouver, and everyone else was listening in eagerly.

“So,” Millie was leaning on her hands listening intently, “You’re a straight A student, but you must do other things too!”
“Yeah,” You thought for a moment, “I dance.”
“You dance?” Finn raised his eyebrows
“Yeah. Ever since I was four.”
“Damn,” Millie looked impressed, “Have you got videos?”
Shitshitshitshitshit Finn is going to see me dancing, your thoughts were getting very loud indeed. “Yeah. I do.” You got your phone from your bag, found the Instagram account for your dance school and gave them the phone. Mille angled it so that Finn and Noah could see too. You tried really hard not to start blushing.
“You are so good, Y/N!” Finn said
“Yeah!” Millie agreed, “Do you compete?”
“We do, yeah.”
“I’m not surprised,” Millie handed your phone back to you, “Anything else we should know about you? Are you hiding any more amazing talents?”
“Not really. I write for fun, but other than that I’m pretty normal. You know, nothing special.”
“Do not say that.” Millie looked serious, “You’re special. I’m just so glad we met you.”
“Yeah,” Gaten added, “It’s actually really great to have you here. I don’t have to hear Millie complain about how she wishes she wasn’t surrounded by boys all the time." 

Everyone’s food arrived and you had to elbow Finn a couple of times because he kept stealing your fries.
~
The six of you closed Nando’s. At eleven pm (pun intended) you all stood up and slipped into your jackets. You could see the Jeeps with the blacked out windows at the curb. You really didn’t want the night to end, and neither did Millie.

"Hey. I’ve got an idea, just tell me if it sucks, okay Y/N?”
“Sure…”
“How about we meet for breakfast tomorrow. It’s our last day and we can spend it however we want. It would be cool if we could spend it with you.”
“Really?” You genuinely were surprised
“Of course! Meet us at the Waffle House down the road from here.  And then we can go from there.”
“Okay then. What time?”
“Well,” Millie looked at Finn and Caleb and rolled her eyes, “They like to sleep in, so shall we say ten?”“
"Yeah, that works for me. I think my mum is outside, so I’ll see you in the morning.”
Millie pulled you in for a hug, “Of course, and I just wanted to say, I’m really glad we met you.”
“Me too.”

You said goodbye to the others and almost went into cardiac arrest for the billionth time today when Finn gave you a hug. When you met your mum she asked you about your day and how it was going to dinner with the cast of Stranger Things. She didn’t really understand the full capacity of what had just happened to you. You were so wrapped up in your evening that you completely forgot to tell her you fainted and how it was the reason you made five unlikely friends today.

You got up extra early and took a shower, even though you weren’t meeting everyone until ten. You thought it would be best to leave yourself plenty of time to get ready and make your way to the restaurant. Once you were out of the shower you dried your hair and braided it. You went with really basic makeup, not wanting to overdo it too much. As for your outfit you put on some high waisted black jeans, a white cropped sweater, and of course your Doc Martens. At about nine fifteen you said goodbye to your mum who was spending the day shopping and headed to the Waffle House. You googled its location last night when you found that you couldn’t sleep from excitement.
~
“Y/N!” You turned around and saw everyone coming down the street, “Hey!” Millie engulfed you in a hug and then so did Finn.
“Hey!” You smiled, “I think you guys are in the same hotel as me.”
“Seriously?” Noah asked, “We could have a movie night tonight if you are!”
“Oh my, yes!” Millie clapped her hands together in excitement, “Are you in the Hilton too?”
“Yeah. I thought we were in the same because of the road you came down.”
“Guys we can talk about this over waffles,” Caleb sighed, “I’m really hungry.”
And with that you went in to get seated, still talking about your plans for the evening.
~
Time skip to the evening…
“I can’t believe you two dragged us round Sephora for an hour and a half,”  Gaten sighed, “Look at my arms! They’re covered in lines of lipstick!”
“And mine,” Finn said
“They’re swatches,” Millie rolled her eyes, “And stop complaining. Y/N and I have been kind enough to let you pick the movies tonight.”
“Do you guys mind if we stop at my room on the way up? I want to ditch all this stuff and change.” You asked
“Sure.”

You all stepped out of the hotel elevator and to your room. The boys waited outside while you and Millie went in. Your mum still wasn’t back.
“What shall I put on,” you said to Millie from your bedroom
“Go with comfy but cute.”
You put on some black cotton shorts and a tank top along with some fuzzy socks. Before running out to Millie you took your hair down and ran through it.
“Come on,” You smiled, “Let’s go.”

When you went outside the boys all gave you the look up and down before heading back to their room. Millie dressed into something similar to you and grabbed a tonne of blankets from the bedroom and sat down together in front of the flat screen. When the boys came back from getting changed, Caleb and Noah ordered room service. Pizza, of course. Finn came and sat down next to you so you were between him and Millie. 

“God Finn you are such a blanket hog.”
He laughed and moved closer to you causing a shiver to run down your spine.
“Better?” He whispered
“Maybe.”

Despite the fact that you had just met Finn and the others, you could see the tight friendship forming. New connections, new relationships, new start. You wondered what would happen with Finn. Especially Finn.

TO BE CONTINUED!

So this started out as something I was writing for @thoughtfullyyoungduck as they requested it, but it’s turned into a lot more so there will be more parts, but bear with me as I have shit loads to do, honestly.

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Thankful for you (Pt.1)

Hey guys! This is my first story here and I hope you guys enjoy it! This came out longer than expected so i’ll be posting part two later.

!!!! English is my second language, constructive thoughts on my writing are more than welcome.

Also, feel free to request any Dacre ideas you’d like me to write about.

Y si quisieras leer algo de Dacre en español, házmelo saber!


Dacre x Reader

Summary: A friend invited you and Dacre for thanksgiving dinner, but he seems to have a little surprise for you before the night comes.


Thanksgiving day. Work has been hectic, it’s 11am and you just got out of a meeting, and when you got to your desk you saw your phone’s screen lighting up, Dacre was calling, you picked up.

-Finally!

-Babe! Hi, sorry, I was in a meeting, you know I leave my phone outside.

-Yeah, I figured

-Everything alright?

-Everything’s perfect love, but listen -he paused for a second- “oh god, he won’t be able to make it tonight” you thought.

-I want you to look out the window

-What?

-Just look out the window

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Imagine:

You’re invited to a dinner party, where a stranger named Tom, cannot keep his eyes off you. And you feel this strong attraction you’ve never felt before. Even when you catch him staring at you, he doesn’t look away, making it clear that he wants something from you. And he shows you exactly what that is when he follows you after you excuse yourself to the ladies’ room, and he pushes you against the nearest wall. The two of you end up having the hottest quickie.

My mother yells at me for going out too often
paying too much for dinner cooked by strangers
yearning for cities too far away to reach by train
she tells me she wants to keep me for a bit longer
in the nook of her arms and bend of her elbows
because I am her dream
a flower seeded in America
blooming far more gracefully than she could have imagined
growing up too fast and leaving too soon.

My hopes and aspirations saturate thoughts of my future
her hopes and aspirations have come to fruition
but they are slowing slipping into the past.
—  American Dream

I think one of my favorite things about Secret Forest is that the writers are allowing Doona’s character to be both a cute, bubbly person (who loves animation) as well as a tough, respected cop.

Usually dramas choose one characater trait over the other, but she is so multifaceted, I love it.

Dinner with a Stranger

Dinner with a Stranger
Tom Hiddleston x Reader
Warnings: mention of abuse, fluff
Word count: 1128
A/N: this has been rolling around in my head for most of the day, I just had to write it down! If there is interest, I’ll write another part and finish the story.


Originally posted by loptrlaufey

Y/N huffed her way down the street in London, more lost than she had ever been in her life. Nothing looked familiar, her phone was dead, and she had lost her map four turns ago, not that it was super helpful anyway. Turning down another row of houses, Y/N hoped to high heaven something would begin to look right. Her “alone-cation” wasn’t turning out so well. Behind her sunglasses, a few tears began to fall as she pushed herself to keep walking forward.

“Excuse me, are you alright?” a soft voice said from behind her. Turning quickly and stumbling, Y/N found her nose almost buried in a white button-up. Two strong hands grabbed her arms to steady her and then quickly released. Allowing her eyes to roam up the chest, she found a well shaped mouth, a thin nose, and concerned eyes of the most handsome man she had ever seen in real life.

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youngbouquettragedy  asked:

Hi. Was wondering if you could write a imagine where y/n is a very famous actress thet has been on "Modern Family", "Stranger Things"... and she and Harry have been daiting 2 or 3 years. (nothing but fluff) Love xx

Anonymous: Can you pls write about y/n being apart of the stranger things cast (im obsessed) and shes also harrys ex and he congratulates her and they go out for dinner and the paps catch them kissing I love your work btw!!!

Because I got two requests about Y/N being in the cast of stranger things I tried to combine the two, I’ve never actually seen Stranger things so forgive me if I missed any details 

Keep sending in your requests, I’m really enjoying writing at the moment 


James Corden: Would you please welcome our guest Harry Styles

Harry: *prances out* *shakes James’ hand and sits down*

James: Harry, thanks for being here tonight

Harry: Thanks for having me! I love coming here

James: Now you’ve got a new album out

Harry: *nodding* I do, came out on Friday, very excited to finally have it out there

James: It’s a wonderful album, I wanted to ask you about some of the lyrics

Harry: Oh God

James: I’m going to read you the lyrics now

Harry: Don’t do it

James: It’s too late, you wrote the song

*Dramatic Reading*

“Same lips red, Same eyes blue

Same white shirt, couple more tattoos

But it’s not you and it’s not me

Tastes so sweet, looks so real

Sounds like something that I used to feel

But it’s not you and it’s not me”

…..

We’re just two ghosts standing in the place of you and me”

Who’s the song about?

Harry: It’s not really about anyone to be honest, you know, people change and things don’t always work out after that

James: *nodding* oh it’s all very emotional, so it’s not about Y/N Y/L/N from Stranger Things? Because you two dated for quite a long time, correct?

Harry: We did *pulling lip*

James: And Y/N quite often wears red lipstick

Harry: Does she?

James: Oh all the time, how long since you’ve seen her

Harry: It’s been a while

James: Has it?

Harry: Yeah

James: Because this *shows photo* was taken last week

Harry: *squints at photo* Ahhh

James: Are you back together? Back who you used to be?

Harry: We’re friends again, we’ll see what happens

James: She’s incredible in Stanger things, have you seen it?

Harry: I actually haven’t, but I don’t doubt that she’s incredible

James: She wears a nice red lip, she’s a total badass, too cool for you Harold

***

Ellen: Ladies and Gentlemen, Y/N Y/L/N, from Stanger Things!!!

*Cheers*

Y/N: Wow, ahhh Thanks for having me!

Ellen: Thanks for being here, now Stranger Things 2 is out now right?

Y/N: It is

Ellen: Tell us a little bit about your character

Y/N: So I play Dustin, or Gaten Matarazzo’s older sister, who is a total badass and I had so much fun with it

Ellen: Most of the cast are a lot younger than you, do you feel protective over them?

Y/N: I do! I honestly feel like I’m their onset mum, anyone comes near them and I get all over protective of them, like they’re my children

Ellen: Your babies

Y/N: Exactly

Ellen: Speaking of babies, you’ve been seen with Harry Styles again, are you two back together?

Y/N: I mean he’s incredible, but we’re just friends for now – but what does this have to do with babies

Ellen: He’s having your baby, it’s none of your business

Y/N: *giggles* Kiwi, of course

Ellen: You were together for a long time weren’t you

Y/N: Yeah, like 3 years

Ellen: That’s a long time, but now you’re just friends? Or friends that sometimes do things that more than friends do?

Y/N: Friends, that’s all

Ellen: He’s carrying your bag for you in this photo, that’s not usually something a friend would do

Y/N: He’s just a gentleman, he’d taken me out for dinner to celebrate Stranger Things and he just ended up carrying it, I wasn’t going to complain

Ellen: A gentleman, that’s all?

Y/N: Let’s move on


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