was he yours, if he wanted me so bad;

• Ivy Mae Hawkins • 27 • Waitress • Painter • Cat Lover • • Former Amateur Ice Skater • Violist • “If you hear a voice within you say you cannot paint, then by all means paint and that voice will be silenced.” 🎨🐈💋⛸️🎻

[x-ivy]

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“Remember,” he said as he resumed his walk towards his apartment, which wasn’t far from here, “I offered. If you catch me on a good day I may even let you cash in.” It was a joke. He had a feeling they’d bump into each other if this happened to be her floor. “I got things I have to get to. Script readings mostly but I promised my agent I would get two done by the end of the day,” Vincent was about to turn on his heels before he remembered, “Did I get your name? You know mine but I don’t know yours. If we’re neighbors it would be good to know it. I may need to borrow a cup of sugar from you. Who knows.” Vincent shrugged, feeling playful.

Ivy still couldn’t believe this was happening right now. Her face was so red that she was sure a tomato would be jealous. She lets out a little nervous sounding sigh as she rubbed at her cheeks for a quick second. “Oh!” She blurts out almost rushed sounding. She felt even more embarrassed than she did original. “It’s Ivy.” She comments with a smile, her nose wrinkling a little. “Ivy Hawkins.” Why did she just give him her full name? God damn it.

[x-ivy]

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“Trust me. The vultures will have a hay day if they discovered my whereabouts. When they’re dealing with slow news days they’ll find anything to trash someone’s image.” It didn’t matter if it was true or not. A lot of people believed what was thrown at them first before doing actual research. As much as he loved his fans he knew a lot of them were easily misguided. “You’re something. You probably know this but you are. Being so upfront about your crush on me. If I wasn’t trying to keep my nose clean while here I’d invite you back to my place and see about bringing your fantasies to life. As I’m sure you have a couple stored in that head of yours. And thanks, doll. I owe you one.”

“Me being something?” Ivy questions with a tilt of her head before feeling he cheeks heating up into a blush for what felt like the billionth time. “Oh my god...” She mumbles a bit, almost to herself as he gazes tries to focus on anything but him right now. The longer her time with him went on the more she felt like this was a dream. Or nightmare depending on how it was looked at or whatever. “You don’t owe me anything.” She states lowly with a smile as he looks back up at him. “I know privacy is a big thing for people. Even when you aren’t a famous celebrity.”

[x-ivy]

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Vince’s face went deadpan at first and then a ghost of a smile graced his lips; breaking the stoney features. “Busted,” he laughed at last and sighed. “Keep that between us, okay? I don’t want people to think I’m not normal.” It was as if she hit the one nerve he was trying to keep from bothering him. Or even coming up but there it was and he pressed his lips together. “About that. People don’t actually know I’m here. Would you be a sweetheart and keep my whereabouts between us for now? I don’t need the paparazzi poking their nose through my garbage and trying to get a sneak peek of me from the fire escape. All I want is to try to live like a normal guy and focus on this new role.” He knew this was a lot to ask of her considering she came across as a big fan. “Think you can do that for me?” He honeyed his words and sweetened his gaze to drive it home.

Ivy couldn’t help but giggle softly at his words. But that quickly stopped a second later when he talked about how he didn’t want the paparazzi  “Oh jeez,” She pauses chewing on her bottom lip for a quick second. “Paparazzi sound like probably the worst thing ever. Well besides running into your celebrity crush when you look like an utter mess.” Her nose wrinkles a little as she can feel her cheeks heat up once more. “But!” She shakes her head a little before nodding slightly, a smile appearing on her face. “I promise I wont tell anyone though. So you’re safe.”

[x-ivy]

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This wouldn’t be the first time this has happened to him and as soon as his hand is let go Vince enjoyed the fumbling which came from her. If they were at a bar he would see about taking her back to a hotel and give her a night to remember, but this was where he lived and he didn’t want to deal with her knowing how to find him. Or even tell the media where his whereabouts were, fueling the journalists with details about their hook up. “Not a fool at all, sweetheart. You didn’t expect to see the likes of me in your hallway. You’ll see realize I’m just a normal guy. Nobody to lose your head over,” This was far from the truth. He was nowhere near average and wanted people to fawn over him but he also knew to play the humble card when it came to meeting fans.

“You a normal guy?” Her nose wrinkles a bit as a giggle escapes from her. “You’re not a normal guy. Not by a long shot.” She nips at the inside of her cheek as she gives him a quick little once over. God how she could spend hours just staring at him. She can feel her cheeks flushing once more, eyes casting down to her feet. “God, no one is going to believe me about this. They’ll all call me crazy.” She mumbles a little before letting out a soft kind of sigh. “I need to go...yeah...that’s what I need to do...” 

[x-ivy]

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That deer caught in the headlights look did something to Vince and he soaked it in. Her cheeks were red and hair tousled from the fall. He could make things a little worse by fixing the strand which threatened to fall across her hazel eyes but he didn’t want her telling people he tried to make a move. He didn’t know if she was somebody’s wife or girlfriend. Fuck, he didn’t know if she was over eighteen, not that she looked terribly young but it was hard to gauge nowadays. “Don’t go saying that about yourself. Have you seen the girl on iZombie? She’s pretty hot,” he joked as he looked past her shoulder, his apartment less than twenty feet away.

His words caused her to get even more flustered. Her nose wrinkles slightly as he pushes hair from her face. “Oh god.” She mumbles a bit, rubbing at her face for a quick second. “This still feels like some weird dream and I feel like I’m making a fool outta myself the longer I’m here in front of you.” He realizes that she is still holding onto his hand and quickly lets go. “I’m sorry..” A nervous little laugh quickly escapes her. “I should go...yeah... I’m sorry.” Way to go Ivy. You just made yourself seem like such a fucking spazz.

[x-ivy]

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The workout Vince had was one which made him miss his personal trainer. He did everything he’d been shown but when he took on the apartment life, to ready for a role, he knew he’d have to endure the everyday mundane life which came with it. Which meant he had to remember what it was like before he had a personal trainer and chef and maid and basically the type of lifestyle he’d grown accustomed to over the past ten years. 

As he went through the halls, unsure he was on the right floor, he wiped his face with the towel which hung off his shoulder. Using one hand it covered his entire face and as he dragged it down he felt something hit his chest. Hard. He dropped the towel suddenly and saw and pretty blonde staring at him with wide doe eyes. It took him half a second to smile and he extended his hand to help her up, he didn’t need her telling one of those trash blogs how big a dick he was. “Sorry. Didn’t realize anyone else was in the hall with me,” he said, hand extended while he waited for her to take it. “And no. You’re not dreaming.”

Everything seemed so hazy and muffled right now. All Ivy could do was just stare up at him, blinking a few times. After what felt like years she finally breaks herself out of the daze she was in before taking his hand. She holds on tightly as he pulls herself up. “You say I’m not dreaming but....oh god does it feel like it right now.” She comments with a flustered little laughing escaping her. “I look like such a fucking zombie right now. Standing here in front of one of the most gorgeous guys. God, I would welcome death right now.” She mumbles, sort of to herself but it was loud enough that he could heard just about everything.

[x-ivy]

Ivy was probably having the worst day possible. She had worked a killer overnight shift at the dinner which for whatever reason was more packed than normal. She was exhausted from it but when she got home she was unable to sleep. She wanted to try and get a little bit of painting done since sleep was hating her.

 She was only able to get about 20 minutes into a new painting before work had called her back in. It was only supposed to be for a few hours but it turning into being the whole damn day. It was about 11:30 when she was finally free from the hell of work. She wanted nothing more than to sleep for about 10 years. God how fucking fantastic a death like sleep sounded right now. 

She was heading into her apartment building absolutely not able to focus on really anything but walking. And that’s when it happened. She bumped right into someone, hard enough for he to fall back onto her butt rather hard. It was hard enough to knock the wind out of her for a quick second or two as she looked up at person. Her face quickly turning red as she realized who it was. Fucking Vincent Hughes. What the hell was he doing here? “I must be fucking dreaming...” She mutters to herself as she rubs at her eyes. Nope. He was still there. Right in front of her. While she looked probably the worst she’s ever looked in her damn life. 

She whines ever so softly as he covers her face for a second, her cheeks turning a very red color. “I’m so sorry.”