Fashion x Passion
Shane Mccutcheon x Fem celeb reader
Description: Everyone's favorite fashion celeb is in town to help save The Planet from shutting down. The girls couldn't be more thrilled by the revelation, including yes Shane. But once she found out she would be working closely with the icon yourself, things take an interesting turn
Warnings: Nudity, sexual innuendos, reader has a last name, use of Y/N, reader is a bit dom, reader wears glasses sometimes, cursing, lmk if I missed anything
Word count: 6k+
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“NO! FRICKING! WAY!!” Alice shouts across the table at the planet
“Yes way.” Bette confirms proudly, knowing she did her big one this time, smiling into her coffee cup
“Wait wait…THE Y/N Valentine?! You're lying…” Dana claims
“Oh my gosh, her designs are to die for, but she's like everywhere, did you really manage to pull that off??” Jenny adds
“She's indeed not lying. I got to speak to her myself over the phone.” Tina further confirms, trying her best not to fan girl herself
“WHAT, NO FAIR!!” Alice claims
“Seriously??” Jenny asks
“What was she like??!” Dana inquires, leaning forward
Shane eventually walks in, already feeling the energy buzzing from the table as everyone talks over one another.
“Shane! You will NOT believe this!” Alice greets
“The planet started selling those pies again?” Shane guesses
…
“Close.” Tina says
“Damn I miss those pies…” Dana sighs, mouth watering just thinking about it
“I found someone to help us raise money for The Planet” Bette says
Shane sits down
“Not just anyone, THE Y/N Valentine!!” Alice reveals excitedly
“The diva herself.” Jenny says
…
Shane pauses “You're lying…” Shane says in disbelief
“THAT'S WHAT I SAID!” Dana says
“I can confirm, Ms. Valentine herself will be assisting us in our efforts to save The Planet. In fact she's coming right here…in about…15 minutes.” Bette once again confirms, looking at her watch
“WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL US SOONER??!” Alice shouts, turning heads from around her.
“The day I don't bring my notebook, seriously??” Jenny complains, knowing she'd have a lot to write about just from inspiration alone.
“How does my hair look? Do I look hideous?? I look hideous don't I???” Dana asks, touching up herself
Shane wasn't one to fan girl over celebs, not traditionally. But you…you were different.
Everything you did was iconic, she couldn't even deny it. Not in a try hard way, it was effortless. You didn't mince your words, you spoke your mind both intelligently yet unfiltered. People didn't like that about you which always found you to be on the front of magazines (and Alice's lips) but Shane thought it was extremely attractive.
You had a new style every week, which once again may look try hard to some, but Shane knew from your interviews that you truly just had a passion for fashion like no other. So much so you couldn't stick to just one style.
Not to mention you had a new woman on your arm every other day. Shane would like to think you and her would get along on that front if you didn't intimidate her so much.
That's when the entrance of The Planet opened, in coming the icon yourself.
You stopped at the front, taking in the place, seeing what you were working with. It was cozy, definitely cozy. Spacious enough, not cramped. It felt almost alive. Everything Bette told you about this place you felt just in the little time being inside.
You take off your sunglasses and move them to your hair, those 10 seconds you got to look around in peace quickly fading as someone looks your direction and screams bloody murder…
Jesus fucking Christ…
More and more people turn to see what the woman practically almost fainted over and join in on the noise.
You look over to the table you were looking for quickly and while you find Bette with you assume her friends, you lock eyes with one of them.
She was pretty…but in a subtle non conforming way. You noticed the way her brown eyes widened almost sparkling once finding you.
Hmmm, she's a fan. Maybe.
The rest of the table looks over and sees you walking up, all of them straightening up trying not to freak out.
“Oh you're early.” Bette notes
“It’s a habit, really. Hope I'm not interrupting anything.” You say, looking around the table, assessing everyone
“We were just talking about you actually.” Tina informs
“Good things only, I promise.” Dana says quickly
“Great things actually. Your work is amazing, seriously.” Jenny adds
“Oh yeah? Which one is your favorite??” You inquire
“Oh God, how could I only pick one?? I mean there's the France pop up show last summer, that controversial dress that the president commented on himself, the red two piece like 4 Halloweens ago- and wow you're actually so pretty…”
As Jenny rambled, Shane couldn't take her eyes off of you. Shit…Jenny was right, you were nothing short of stunning, even more so in person. Although she could immediately understand why people thought you were cold or mean.
You stood tall, your face didn't give away much of what you were thinking, and you spoke neutrally kind, straight to the point. But mean?
Not at all.
At least that's what Shane interpreted in the short time you've been in her vicinity…
“Awh, I see you know your stuff.” You commend
Kit walks over after coming out the back to see what was causing the noise.
“Thank goodness you're here, you were our last hope, I thought I'd have to sell everything.” Kit says
“Should've been the first call. Bette knows I owe her a favor.” You explain
“So when can we get this thing started?” Kit asks, clasping her hands
You check your watch “About…right now. Names?”
…
“Meaning I need your names.” You clarify
“Im Jenny.”
“Dana.”
“Alice! Big fan!!” Alice shoes in
Then you look over to the girl you locked eyes with earlier. You didn't even know her name yet but something about her intrigued you. Like something to crack.
Not literally crack of course. For now.
“Shane.” She finally answers
So that's Shane. It was nice to put a name to a face.
You slightly tilt your head and barely smirk, maybe the most amount of emotion you've let show this whole interaction.
Shane noticed.
Your eyes stayed on her a bit longer before moving away.
“Nice to meet you all. I'm going to need all of you for this project, and to be able to keep up with me. Is that understood?” You make clear up front
Everyone nodded quickly
“Good. Alice?” You call
“Yes Ms. Valentine?” Alice perks up
“Just Y/N please…” You say
“Sorry.” Alice apologizes, scratching her head awkwardly
“Are you good with pushing the event out there on your show and planning?” You ask
“You know about my show??!” Alice squeals
“Of course….Bette definitely didn't tell me anything..” You dryly joke, saying the last part more quietly
“I can do that.” Alice confirms
“Dana, I need you to get sponsors. Can you do that for me?” You ask
“Yes yes, I'll get the White House if I need to.” Dana says enthusiastically
“Hmmm, might be a bad look. Tina?” You continue “Can you manage over everything with me?”
“Can do.” Tina says
“Bette, you know what to do.” You say
Bette confirms
“Jenny?” You call next
“Mhm?” Jenny hums
“You can work lights and the technical side right?” You ask
“Well not really-” Jenny starts
“Perfect.” You cut off
You look over to Shane lastly. “And you. You'll be with me.” You reveal
“With you?? What does that mean?” Shane asks carefully
“With me. You model, don't you?” You begin to explain
“A bit, yeah…” Shane says slowly
“So you'll be the muse for my looks.” You further explain
Shane's heart drops to her ass. She didn't think she'd be working so close and intimate with you…not that she was complaining…like at all.
All Shane could muster was a “Cool.” nodding nonchalantly
You almost laughed. Almost. You could tell she was trying to play it off, but she was internally exploding. It was…cute.
Unfortunately instead of laughing you let out a small giggle. That definitely did not happen often…so not so much that Bette side eyed the fuck outta you like you just said a slur.
You didn't much care though.
The soft smile that landed on Shane's face afterwards was much more rewarding.
God, she was quite the sight…it almost made you angry because your eyes didn't want to look at anything else at the moment.
It felt as though Shane and you were having a staring contest for a minute before Kit cut in.
“What can I do? Absolutely anything, Ill have it done.”
“Just make sure to close the place when the time comes so we can set up.” You explain
You wrote everything down in a notepad quickly, then wrote your number to give to Shane. You reach over and hand her the little piece of paper. That eye contact returning.
“Call me soon.” You say, tilting your head a bit, putting your sunglasses back on
“Right…” Shane barely got out, nodding in understanding, completely ignoring Alice in the corner of her eye, making faces at the little interaction
“Where're you off to?” Bette questions
“I have some work out here, but don't worry, I'll be completely open after today.” You explain
“Thank you again for agreeing to do this.” Kit expresses
“My pleasure. Let's make this show happen, alright?” You say
Everyone mirrors your optimism, a feeling of hope returning to them that they just might get to keep their beloved spot open.
With that you left, already thinking about ideas for the show. Not only that, but the androgynous pretty girl with the shaggy hair.
Shane back in The Planet, thinking just as much about you. The way you slid your number to her, only her…like she was special.
Were you flirting?? That couldn't be the case. Well Alice thought so at least…
“Are we gonna act like Y/N wasn't totally giving you googly eyes??” Alice claims as she walks outside with Shane some time later
“She wasn't.” Shane shuts down
“She totally was! And you're not gonna act like you aren't crazy into it. You've had a crush on her like forever!!” Alice reminds
“And? She's strictly here to fundraise for The Planet Al, and I'm just here to assist with that.” Shane reasons
“So what you're saying is…if she full on hit on you, you wouldn't go for it??” Alice asks
…
“Exactly!!” Alice
“Look, I'm not crazy, okay? I'll go to her home tomorrow and it'll be professional and cordial, that's it. The Planet is what's important right now.” Shane claims
While yes, Shane kept it as cordial as possible, your methods were a bit…unconventional….
“Walk.” You instructed flatly, sat back on your couch
“Walk??” Shane asks
“Walk like you're on a runway, go.” You command further
“I'm not a runway model.” Shane objects
“You are today. I need to see what I'm working with.” You further explain, face serious as can be, a slight cheeky undertone
Shane moved further towards a wall where the space was much more open, then gave her best walk while trying not to freak that she was doing this for you in the first place…in your place.
Which was nice as all hell. Not like the other snobby celeb mansions with no personality. Yours had actual style and color. Well you are a designer after all…
She walked across the open floor with her usual swag that radiated off of her.
You watched. You studied intently.
How her arms swung back and forth, how her bounced slightly. It was a good walk, but not a good runway walk.
“Stop.” You demand half way through
“What? Why??” Shane asks
“You're doing it wrong.” You state
“I told you I'm not a runway model.” Shane defends, a bit annoyed already
“You will be one because I'll shape you to be that way, but you have to be good for me okay?” You make clear, tilting your head slightly
Well shit…she can't argue with that. So all she does is nod
“You wanna know what your problem is?” You ask
“Tell me.” Shane opens, crossing her arms
“Youre too cool.” You claim seriously
…
“What?” Shane asks completely lost, squinting her eyes
“Youre too cool, so everything you do will already have a touch of that.” You explain
“Is that not a good thing?...” Shane asks carefully
“No. Because that tells me you're not actually putting in any effort, you're doing things how you usually do. Playing it cool. The runway is a performance, so why aren't you performing? Where's the oomph?? When you walk, the room should feel it.” You go on further
…
“I guess I didn't think about it like that.” Shane admits, actually thinking about what you said.
“That's why I'm here sweetheart, isn't it?” You remind, crossing your legs
Shane tried not to stand and stare at how good you looked right now in your half buttoned top and glasses, and actually tried to take in the advice she received that was more of a command.
The room should feel it. Right, she could do that…
Shane went back to the front of the entry way and took a deep breath before starting. Not just walking across the floor but commanding it, taking up space.
The look of fascination that flickered on your face from the corner of Shane's eye gave her all the more confidence, a slight smirk finding a way onto her face of accomplishment as she finished.
She stopped at the other end and turned to you behind the couch.
“Better?” Shane asks
“Much. You're a fast learner.” You praise, a rare smile actually finding a way onto your face like you were a mad scientist doing experiments.
Shane's face pinked a bit at the compliment, so much so she had to look down to avoid absolute embarrassment.
You noticed of course.
The way you praised…it wasn't willy nilly, it was earned, and you meant it. God it did something to her. Unfortunately you knew that and more.
After a bit more steps put in from Shane, you were finally a bit satisfied. After 2 hours... Well the way you put it was “For now.”
“Tired of me yet? You can run while you still can.” You dryly joke as Shane sits next to you on the couch
“I don't think that's possible…” Shane claims
“The running or??” You ask
“Both.” Shane answers
She actually gets a good laugh out of you “Fair…so you're a fan of my work?” You finally ask
“i think I'm more of a fan of you than your work…if that makes sense.” Shane responds, shrugging
“What a great answer to inflate my ego, tell me more.” You inquire further, leaning more towards her
Shane chuckles “I just like how you carry yourself, it's both swag and crazy scary.” She praises
You softly chuckle “Mmmm, I see. Well I don't bite, I'm just like anyone else. You know of course unless you'd like me to.”
“I don't think I'm allowed to answer that…” Shane claims
You laugh even more “You're cute, I can see why Bette warned me about you.”
“Did she really??” Shane questions, half laughing, half blushing
“Mhm, said I'd have to look out for you. You might try something but I haven't seen much of that, so I'm a little confused.” You answer
“Dissapointed?” Shane inquires
“Maybe a little. She didn't tell me how attractive you were.” You explain
All Shane can do is muster a breathy laugh, and a smile that could barely fit her face, looking down once again to hide her reaction even though you're sitting right in front of her. “So this is the charm Hollywood always talks about?” Shane finally asks
“I wouldn't call it charm, just being honest. But I suppose in a place like this people find that more attractive than anything else because it's so hard to find.” You give your perspective
…
“You might be on to something with that.” Shane agrees, honestly finding this little conversation refreshing, both of you actually.
After you both sit in a comfortable silence for a bit, you speak up “Wanna see the theme I have planned for the show?” You ask
“Yeah, shoot.” Shane responds, facing you more, honestly excited to get in on the genius behind your work.
So you show her your little sketches and notes you came up with, grabbing her feedback and taking it in, which really surprised her. You actually listened to her suggestions, despite what you had already being about close to perfection.
It felt like you really had the focus on the community here, not being super showy and glamourous to look good. She really appreciated that.
Throughout Shane felt herself getting more and more comfortable with you. You're super easy to talk to once you get over the initial intimidation.
You found her company just as nice. While you did pretty much bring someone home every night, there wasn't much talking and moreso just fucking.
Shane was actually…interesting. She surprisingly made you laugh more than you ever thought you would, she had this intensity in her eye that was so contrasting of her body language that it always made you wonder what she was actually thinking.
Funny, Shane wondered the same.
She's grounded, completely herself. Conversation came easy for both of you because of that.
So easy that you both ended up talking until evening. Only when the sun had washed over the both of you, did you both realize how much time went by.
“A chart?? That's absurd.” You claim
“Trust me, it's a real thing.” Shane assures
“Wait…am I on this chart??” You ask curiously, leaning closer to her than you meant
“Somewhere, id think s-” Shane stopped mid sentence as she saw the sunlight fall over your features. Your eyes turning into sparkly marbles almost from her point of view.
You watched as the sun did the same over her. So radiant, as if she was made to be bathed in it. The intensity of her eyes feeling like fire now, burning something deep into you.
You unconsciously bit your lip, slightly getting lost in her beauty before Shane spoke up, sounding a bit breathless “Uh, looks like it's getting kind of late. Guess we lost track of time…”
“Guess we did…” You reply softly, looking away
Neither of you wanted to leave the other just yet but you also didn't want to seem weird and clingy, too prideful to ask the other to stay a bit longer so eventually Shane went home.
Both of you feeling the loss of warmth that you gave each other. Nothing physical but internal. Not in a dramatic way, but in a way that both of you could feel.
The next day you showed up at The Planet, looking like a trendsetter per usual and approached the girls table, turning heads from all directions, a couple of gasps, a couple of sneaky pics to send to their friends and social media later, and hour long conversations about the composition alone of your outfit.
You sat down like you were already a regular in the group, ignoring all the chatter and eyes around you. Used to it at this point in time. Luckily they knew better than to bother you with pictures after that last incident.
Everyone at the table looked to you in shock, but the way you immediately started talking to all of them quickly fixed that.
“So here I have the theme for the show and a mock layout based on the room we're working with in here. I also have a list of sponsors for you Dana, and of course the budget.” You lay out
“Damn girl, were you up all night working on that?” Kit asks, overhearing you as she walks over
“I had some help, I'll admit.” You say humbly, looking over to Shane
Alice immediately made a face that said I take everything and turn it into something it's not because I'm insane in the head. Shane once again ignored her.
The girls looked at your notes as you explained it out loud as if giving a presentation, and even gave Shane the floor to express some of the ideas she had incorporated.
“This is actually so good!” Alice praises
“A take on the most prominent styles of the queer West Hollywood space.” Dana repeats
“So basically The Planet.” Jenny finishes
“Yes, precisely.” You confirm
“Oh I like this idea with the catering directly from the menu. Might even bring more customers if they like the food.” Tina notes
“And pies, we gotta have the pies.” Alice snaps, like she just gave the best idea ever.
“Sweetie, I already told you we don't have enough to make those anymore.” Kit reminds
“I'll pay for them, if they're as good as Alice says they are I think we should have them at the show.” You suggest
“I can't ask you to do that-” Kit claims
“Consider it done.” You state
“I could just cry, oooh thank you Y/N!” Kit expresses, can't help but lean to give you a hug.
“Looks like we chose the right person for this.” Bette says, warmly smiling at the interaction
Everyone found your assertiveness to be quite endearing, especially Shane. She quickly realized under all the cold looks and your observative nature, that there was a sweet and warm person who really cared for people.
For once Shane wasn't seeing the iconic celeb who ran the fashion world, who found herself in controversies every week, but instead the real you.
The question was, are you naturally cold on the outside or is it a shield you put up to protect yourself? A better question…why the hell was Shane psychoanalyzing everything about you??
Maybe Jenny was rubbing off on her…
She wasn't obsessed with you no…but she found herself curious about you more than anyone she's ever met.
“This truly is wonderful Y/N, you're really something else. I mean if this all goes well, this could not only save The Planet, but drive crazy business our way.” Bette praises
“It's only the beginning, we have a lot of work to do, but I'm hoping it does go as planned, and we make this a big success.” You say
Everyone agrees, and from there you consult with everyone about their roles more in depth.
Lastly you consulted with Shane, not very long because you were going to see her today at your place.
“I won't be walking any more today, will I?” Shane asks
“No, not enough time for that. I need to get started on the looks, so measurements, sizing, that kind of stuff. We can work on that more later.”
“Sounds intimate.” Shane jokes
“Because it is.” You say flatly
Oh.
After a bit of chatting with everyone again, Alice asking you questions that were a little invasive but endearing, Dana inquiring about being so out in the public eye as someone with your status which was also endearing. Jenny ranting to everyone about how she once wrote a paper over you and got a D- on it, you realizing quickly why she got a D.
It was nice to sit with all of them, the chaotic group quickly growing on you. You didn't much have a group of friends like this. Moreso a friend in different area codes…
Group hangouts were basically impossible, so things like this you cherished more than normal.
After they all pulled enough info out of you, you set off to get started working with Shane.
She followed you out to your vehicle, again trying not to freak that she was about to ride with you in your famous pink Ferrari.
Once you arrived at your place, you immediately went to lay out everything you needed.
“Make yourself at home, yeah?” You say before heading off to grab your supplies
Shane took a seat on your big ass couch, lowkey having to pee but she didn't wanna get lost looking for your bathroom…
Once you finally got back, you spread the items out across the table like you were preparing to torture someone. Maybe you were…
“Do you really need all of this?” Shane asks carefully
“Yes.” You answer
“Should I be worried?” Shane further asks
“I’ll be gentle.” You joke
Shane chuckled “We'll see…show me to the bathroom real quick?” Shane finally asks
“Oh right, how rude of me. I never gave you a tour of my home.” You remember
“It's really not necessary-” Shane starts
“Nonsense, I'll give you one before you leave today.” You set
Once Shane came back, you could finally get started.
“So where do we start?” Shane asks, scratching the back of her head
“Clothes off.” You instruct
“I'm sorry what?” Shane questions, almost choking on her own spit
“I can't measure you over jeans, and a grey hoodie, it'll get in the way.” You explain
“Do I have to?” Shane asks carefully
“I can't force you but it would make everything easier. Like I said, I don't bite.” You say lightly, tilting your head
“Alright…” Shane concedes
“Good girl.” You praise
“You didn't have to say that.” She claims
“But you like it.” You expose
“Maybe.” Shane half admits
You chuckle a bit, getting the measuring tape ready…well as she stripped.
You eye her unashamedly, almost like you were studying an art piece instead of checking out a woman. “Must be nice not having to wear a bra.” You claim
“Don't have much to hold up.” Shane states
“I see…well they're pretty.” You compliment
You were absolutely killing her…Jesus.
“Thanks...” Shane says, always in a state of pink at this point. Two could play at that game though. And Shane of all people knew how to play it.
Shane finished up taking off her pants, holding the clothes awkwardly, awaiting instruction.
“Put those on the couch for me, and come here.” You instruct
She did as you said, you holding eye contact with her the whole time. This time Shane didn't look away, held your gaze, almost challenging you.
You twirled the measuring tape around your finger, as she walked over to you. This confidence growing from her out of nowhere…it was hot.
Was this the Shane Bette had told you about?
She stopped right in front of you, ruffling her hair a bit, her proximity forcing you to have to look up to her. Maybe the first time since meeting her that you felt a slight shift in dominance, and she barely did anything…
“Perfect, just stay there, relax, look pretty.” You explain softly, lifting your glasses and putting them on her as if she was a mannequin.
She giggled softly and the sound delighted you more than you'd probably admit.
“I'm gonna get close, okay? Might have to touch you a bit. I'll start at the top and work my way down, alright?” You explain
“Yeah, all good.” Shane consents
You start at her neck, measuring the circumference of it, playfully throwing the tape around her neck and pulling her slightly closer.
Her eyes stayed on you the whole time, her stare so intense it made your skin burn on top of the heat of the close proximity.
“Haven't you done model shoots like this before?” You question
“Why? Were you looking for them??” Shane asks playfully
“I don't need to look for them, I have the real thing.” You state, leaving the tape around her neck to mark down the number on your notepad
Damn, you got her there…
“Hm, should I pose too?” Shane randomly asks
“Just don't get in my way.” You instruct
“Yes ma'am.” Shane listens
It seemed banter had formed between you two.
“Mmm, so obedient. I have to treat you after we're done.” You claim, moving the tape to her bust
“A treat? Like what??” Shane asks with peak curiosity, a sly smile growing on her face as she stares down at you. She was really sitting here flirting with her celebrity crush and you were reciprocating…naked during this by the way.
“I guess you'll have to wait and see.” You tease
Conversation flowed.
“You know I found that chart you were talking about.” You bring up
“Yeah? What'd you find??” Shane asks
“You. Taking up half the space.” You answer
Shane laughed “Uh yeah, forgot to mention that…”
“I won't judge, I guess I'm not far from where you are. Except my hookups are spread throughout America and Europe.” You say, looking up at her before looking back down
“In that case you may have more.” Shane claims
“Maybe. That just means more experience.” You say
“More to teach.” Shane says boldly
You paused, looking back up at her. “Hm? You mean you??” You ask neutrally, looking her right in the eye, Shane's nervousness coming back a bit
…
“Uh…well not me specifically…you know-” Shane lies, scratching her neck
“Coward.” You mumble with a slight smirk, concentrating more on her measurements
A silence fell upon you both as you continued getting her measurements, Shane acting like she wasn't getting crazy chills and goosebumps from you slightly touching her naked skin, and you acting like you didn't see them.
You eventually had to move to your knees to measure her lower body.
“You have nice hips, very grabable” You compliment
“Does that help in the fashion world?” Shane asks
“Nice hips? Yeah. Helps in other places, believe it or not.” You say neutrally
The way you flirt so casually, like it's just part of your everyday language…well it probably is Shane thought. The question was were you actually flirting or fun flirting??
God and you looked so good on your knees in front of her…Shane could only imagine something like this happening in her dreams before.
After you finished measuring her, she put her clothes back on and you immediately got to sketching ideas and playing with fabrics that you randomly pulled out your ass. Back and forth through your home, almost in a determined strut.
Quite pretty fabrics Shane had to admit. She couldn't really imagine herself wearing them.
You stopped ever so often to study her then continue your unknown scavenger mission, like you were doing calculations in your head.
Fashion calculations.
Shane leaned back on the couch and just watched. She was weirdly fascinated by your process and just watching you work. Maybe yes once again…finding it a bit attractive…
Everything you did was attractive to her.
Eventually you came back holding 2 different fabrics.
“Which one do you like more? This one or the other?” You inquire, holding up both one at a time
Shane sat up a bit studying the 2 carefully.
“See I like the velvet, but the pink stands out to me.
“Didn't take you for a pink girl, except when you're around me of course.” You admit
“Just had to get that one off, didn't you?” Shane claims, turning the exact color you just mentioned
“Jealous I'm not getting you off instead?” You ask casually, going to get more fabrics.
“Yeah actually.” Shane leans into the flirting
“That's unfortunate.” You say flatly
“Fuck off.” Shane says, half laughing
You laughed with her as you dug through your fabrics. You found yourself enjoying her company more and more. With that you found yourself wanting to get to know her more.
Later that evening, Shane stayed longer than she did yesterday, neither of you having to ask the other to stay this time.
She wanted to so she did, and you let her.
“Are you hungry?” You ask
“Yeah actually…why?” Shane inquires
“I have leftovers if you want…” You offer almost carefully
Shane looked to you, pausing mid clean up, the living room looking like a play pin.
“Are you offering I stay for dinner?” Shane asks, making sure she heard that right
“Yes…if you want to of cours-” You start
“Yeah, I'll stay for dinner.” Shane answered, almost giddy. You thought it was the cutest thing ever.
“Dessert too?” You tempt, half smiling
“Homemade?” She asks
“Of course.” You confirm as if it was obvious
“Shit, I think I'll stay forever, got a room?” Shane jokes, but you answer seriously
“Hm, might make it easier to work together.” You claim
…
“You're serious?” Shane asks
“Always.” You say
Shane swore she was dreaming or put inside some kind of self insert…
You got up and walked to the kitchen, going to grab the leftovers to make your plate. You're not sure the last time you made a plate of food for someone. Not because you were too good to make a plate of food for anyone, but because you haven't had the chance to.
Shane shortly followed you into the kitchen.
“Lasagna?” Shane asks, looking at what you pulled out
“Mhm, is that alright?” You ask
“Yeah, just never been my favorite.” Shane admits
“No? What's your favorite?” You ask, plating the food
“I don't know, I've been living off of cup noodles…” Shane says
You smile a bit “Well I think you deserve a home cooked meal once in a while, don't you think?” You ask
“I think I might cry…” Shane jokes
“Don't do that please.” You say flatly
Shane laughs at your tone, finding it grows on her quite a bit.
You look up at her, a bit confused on why she was laughing, which makes you start laughing as well.
You finish plating both of your plates then go to warm them up, putting hers in first.
“You know I still owe you that house tour?” You remind her as you lean back on the marble counter, hands in your pockets
“I finally get to see that dungeon Perez Hilton exposed.” Shane says playfully
“You saw that huh? I still don't know who this anonymous source was who gave him that information. Probably a jealous ex friend…” You theorize
“Wait so is it real or…?” Shane inquires
…
“Shane.” You say seriously
“What??” Shane asks like she was being totally reasonable
“Do you hear yourself??” You ask her
Shane had no explanation.
“Of course I have one.” You say with as much seriousness as possible
…
Shane and you laugh your ass off.
“Okay but for real, eat, tour, then bed.” You lay out
Shane liked how you completely decided everything for her, but maybe it was just her mommy issues…
You two eventually went to sit down and eat at your large dining table. You sat close by to her though.
You didn't take a bite of your food until Shane did, awaiting to see her reaction. For some reason you really wanted her to like it.
She watched you watch her take a bite, feeling a bit subconscious under your gaze. As soon as the food hit her mouth…well shit.
You tilt your head, smirking a bit at the look on her face.
“Verdict?” You ask, leaning onto your arm
“I think you made lasagna my favorite food.” Shane says for real
“I think that's the highest compliment anyone has given me, truly.” You say happily
“Im serious, this is amazing-” Shane barely gets out before taking a big bite
You giggle “You're going to make me blush.” You claim
“Didn't know you could cook.” Shane admits
“Assumed I had some expensive 5 star chef cooking for me?” You question
“Well…you said it...” Shane confirms
You chuckle softly, “I think most things taste better when you put the time into making them.”
“Just full of wisdom, and you can cook. It's not fair, you have everything.” Shane claims while stuffing her mouth
“Well not everything…” You say more to yourself
Shane pretends she doesn't hear it.
Once you both finish dinner where Shane tried not to ask too many fan questions so she didn't ruin the vibe, you finally give her that tour.
“Are you tired?” You ask
“Crazy.” Shane answers
“I really wore you out huh?” You inquire, as you walk down a hall with her
Shane slightly blushes as she thinks about how you said that. Knowing you it was either your natural charm or completely intentional. “I guess you did… uh how long will this take? Your place is pretty big…” Shane asks
“I'll be quick, just follow me.” You instruct, picking up your pace, longer strides, making it harder for Shane to keep up.
“Wait up, if I get lost in here and die, it'll be bad for your PR.” Shane claims
“I wouldn't let that happen, I take care of my guests.” You claim
“Sew room.” You label as you walk past it
“Please don't say that, I'm seriously considering moving in.” Shane jokes
“Stereotypical.” You joke back
“Hey, I said considering... I haven't brought any boxes yet.”Shane says feigning offense
“Yet??” You laugh, giving her the name of another room you both pass
The tour did go quicker than Shane thought but she was still wrecked and needed rest. Once you introduced her to the bedroom she'd be sleeping in, softly lit by a vintage lamp. She swore she could almost cry.
“This is the…this is the uh guest bedroom?” Shane confuses
“Yep, why? Do you not like it? I can bring you to another roo-” You try to accommodate
“It's perfect, thank you.” Shane cuts off
You give her a small easy warm smile
“Don't mention it. Get you some rest, okay?” You say softly
Shane nods and you finally leave to do the same. She looks around the room, taking in the beauty one more time, thinking about just how she ended up here.
Shane threw her shirt off immediately, about to flop into bed until she heard footsteps.
You walk back into the room, ignoring the lack of clothing.
“Oh right, I forgot your treat I promised you.” You remind
“My wha-” Shane asks, caught off guard
You leave a kiss on her cheek “Good night, Shane.” You wish her, now finally leaving for good.
Shane stands in shock, her mind going blank.
She flops onto the bed after closing the door. Laying on the unbelievably soft bed with the silk sheets, thinking about everything.
It was only Day 2 of working with you, the Y/N Valentine, and she was already losing her mind. In a good way?
You've seen her naked…twice, you've kissed her,
had dinner together, flirted all in the little time, now spending the night... It was excilerating…but scary.
If this was only day 2 and this is what has happened…where exactly would they be by the end of this?
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AN: First part guys! Lmk if you enjoyed this or not. I know where I wanna go next with this but I'm not sure how I'll end it yet. Yes there will be spicier stuff later 🤫 Anyways yeh, don't know when the next part will release so hold on to this upload ☠️ if I end up going full time in work, I might go mia on here for a while so sorry for that ❤️