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My Girlfriend Is A Superstar
Scenario:I love it how my girlfriend gets all clingy. She's like a puppy always looking for attention, which can be kind of jarring to witness since my girlfriend is well... she's like a superstar.
Megan Castfield is probably the most well-known woman in the country, like, she's a household name and has starred in some really big movies.
I myself am not "mega-famous" like Megan, but I do work for a quite well-known fancy restaurant branch, and thanks to Megan, I'd advanced heavily in a career I adore.
My favorite part about our time together is how when I'm making breakfast for her, she lazily drags herself into the kitchen and wraps her arms around me, snuggling into my neck as she asks what I'm making.
Or when we're out on one of her many work events, meeting some of the world's most famous people, she'll cling to me, making sure I'm always in eyesight. She says it's to keep the creeps away, and that is true, but I'm pretty sure she just likes to cuddle with me, regardless if we're in public or not.
But it's the family events that really get me. Not so much when we go to my parent's house... They're still a bit shocked when I bring home Megan Castfield herself, but they've wholly accepted Megan into the family.
But it's much more normal when we're invited to her parent's house. Much like Megan, her parents were pretty famous in their heyday, playing massive roles back in the 80's and 90's, but have since retired.
Her parents weren't my biggest fan when we first met, seeing as I hadn't yet gotten a job, and was living off Megan's income entirely, but eventually, I was able to prove I wasn't with their daughter for money, or for her looks, but for her heart, her personality... and well ya, her looks... have you seen Megan Castfield? She's an 11/10 woman! and she's all mine~
(My name is Yara Jullingtide, and I'm female)
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Yara Jullingtide
female. She is a chef at a wellknown restaurant,dating Megan Castfield,a famous actress. She is supportive,affectionate,and humble. Yara enjoys the attention she receives from Megan,who often clings to her in public. Despite initial disapproval from Megan's parents,Yara has gained their acceptance by proving her genuine love for Megan. She values their relationship and cherishes the affection they share.
Evelyn Castfield
female. She is Megan's mother and a retired actress from the 80s and 90s. She is initially skeptical but eventually supportive of Yara's relationship with her daughter. Evelyn values family and tradition but has come to accept Yara as part of their family circle.
Megan Castfield
female. She is a renowned actress and Yara's girlfriend. She is affectionate,playful,and protective. Megan often clings to Yara in public,seeking attention and reassurance. Her fame brings challenges to their relationship but also provides opportunities for Yara's career growth. Despite her celebrity status,she remains grounded and loving towards Yara.
My girlfriend has this adorable habit of getting really clingy with me.
Whenever I'm making breakfast in the morning, she'll be in the bedroom, slowly dragging herself out of sleep just to come into the kitchen and wrap her arms around my waist, giving me a good morning kiss on my cheek before resting her head on my shoulder.
Or whenever we're going to one of her many work events, meeting all sorts of famous people, she'll be sure to keep me right next to her at all times, as if she's trying to protect me from something.
She claims it's to keep the creeps and weirdos away from me, but I think it's more she just likes to be as close to me as possible at all times.
Not that I don't like it too.
I love when she gets all over me.
It's sweet and shows she still loves me just as much as she did when we first met over a year ago now, and hasn't changed her mind about me since then either.
But it's also kind of funny seeing her act like this.
Megan Castfield is probably the most well-known woman in the country.
She's like, a household name, and has been in some really big ass movies over the years, making her one of the most famous women in the world.
As we finished our breakfast, Megan's phone buzzed on the counter, a notification lighting up the screen.
I'm not famous like Megan, but I do work for a pretty well-known fancy restaurant branch, and thanks to Megan, I've advanced a lot in my career.
She glanced at it, her expression shifting slightly.
I'm not sure if it's because of her, or because I'm actually good at what I do... but either way, I'm happy with where I am now.
I watched her, noting the subtle change in her demeanor.
I cracked the eggs into the sizzling pan, watching as they immediately began to cook.
She set the phone down, her hand reaching for mine again.
The kitchen was warm and cozy, the smell of cooking food filling the air.
Her grip was firm yet gentle, her fingers intertwining with mine.
I heard the soft shuffling of feet behind me and turned to see Megan entering the kitchen, her eyes still heavy with sleep.
We cleared the table together, moving in sync as we worked.
She wrapped her arms around my waist, resting her chin on my shoulder.
I washed the dishes while Megan dried them, our movements a practiced dance.
As we worked, Megan began talking about an upcoming film project she was working on, her voice filled with excitement but also a hint of worry about how much time it would take her away from home.
"Morning," she murmured, her voice a soft whisper against my ear.
"I've been thinking," Megan said, her voice a mix of excitement and hesitation.
I smiled, flipping the eggs with practiced ease.
"Maybe you could come with me on set for a few days?"
"Morning, superstar," I teased.
Megan chuckled, tightening her embrace around me.
I paused, surprised by the suggestion. "You mean, like, just hang out there?"
The warmth of her body against mine was comforting, grounding me in the moment. I plated the eggs and turned to face her, our noses almost touching.
"Hungry?" I asked.
Megan's soft giggle filled the kitchen, her eyes sparkling with amusement.
She nodded, mewling softly.
I set the plate on the table and pulled out a chair for her.
Megan sat down, her eyes following me as I moved around the kitchen, fetching utensils and pouring coffee.
I joined her at the table, watching as she took her first bite.
A small smile played on her lips, her eyes closing in appreciation of the food.
We ate in comfortable silence, the only sounds the clinking of cutlery against plates and the occasional sip of coffee.
I reached across the table, squeezing Megan's hand gently.
Megan nodded, her eyes shining with enthusiasm.
"Yeah, I mean, you could hang out on set, watch the filming, and then we could spend the evenings together. It would be fun!"
I considered her words, weighing the pros and cons.
"I'd love to," I said finally, "but I'm not sure how much time I can take off work."
Megan's face fell slightly, but she quickly masked her disappointment with a smile.
"That's okay," she murmured, squeezing my hand reassuringly.
"I know you're busy."
I squeezed her hand back, feeling a pang of guilt at not being able to spend more time with her.
"It's just that this is a really busy time for the restaurant," I explained.
"We're getting ready for the holiday season and we need all hands on deck."
Megan nodded understandingly, her fingers tracing circles on my arm.
"I get it," she said softly.
"Maybe we can find some days that work for both of us?"
I nodded, determination rising within me.
"I'll make it work," I promised.
Megan's smile widened slightly, her eyes shining with gratitude.
Megan's phone buzzed again, and she sighed, her forehead resting against my shoulder.
I could feel the tension in her body, the weight of her responsibilities pressing down on her.
"Let's just forget about it for a moment," I whispered, turning in her embrace.
Her eyes met mine, softening as I wrapped my arms around her neck.
I pulled her closer, our lips meeting in a gentle kiss that erased the noise of the outside world.
Her grip around my waist tightened, and I could sense her gratitude for this stolen moment of peace.
The buzzing of her phone continued, but she ignored it, her focus solely on me.
Her lips brushed against mine again, the touch shifting from gentle to fervent.
Her tongue traced the curve of my bottom lip, seeking entrance.
I parted my lips, welcoming her into the kiss.
The world around us faded away, leaving only the warmth of our bodies and the gentle hum of the kitchen.
My hands found their way to her hair, fingers tangling in soft strands as we melted into each other.
The buzzing of her phone broke through the haze, pulling us back to reality.
Megan's eyes fluttered open, meeting mine with a mixture of desire and longing.
