Femme Celebrity Imagines featuring masc! presenting/tomboy readers (will more than likely be described as black but you can def imagine any race yk, im just black + i have a hard time finding myself in imagines so yea)
includes celebs such as: aria...
prompt: i’m away and you’re home alone, i keep checking on you every hour because you being alone in the house is dangerous af.
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[third person]
brenda was in a meeting about something she wasn't exactly sure what was going on. typically keeping her head in the game at work took absolutely no effort. she was at the top of her game. it's how she was ceo of a fortune five hundred company at thirty three.
but, things were different, now.
brenda was in a relationship, now. a real relationship, she had moved her girlfriend into her place and everything. she loved y/n; she truly did. this was the first relationship she ever allowed to get this far, and she had no regrets. as far as romance goes, being with y/n was the absolute happiest she had ever been in her entire life. but, there were downsides. one, really. y/n was... younger. and, she didn't want to say by how much, exactly (almost ten years), but it showed and sometimes it was embarrassing. sometimes, it was cringe worthy.
it was also the reason her head was so far out of the game because she couldn't help but wander if her house was still standing. y/n was young, popular, liked to have fun; her house was perfect house party material. she couldn't deny that; if she was y/n's age, she'd want to party there, too. she never thought she would envy her co-workers that were constantly worried about their husbands cheating, but she would much rather worry about her girlfriend sticking her strap-on in another woman (not that that was something on her brain because y/n would never) instead of worrying about whether or not her kitchen was still intact.
she called her just before her meeting, but in this moment, that call was doing jack shit for her nerves.
her eyes bugged out of her head, thinking about everything that could be going wrong. she rose to her feet, tight small and urgent, "please, excuse me for a moment. i'm having," she thought, in a room full of men, "lady issues." she received a series of oohs before she was momentarily excused. "thank you.*
she had to stop herself from sprinting put of the bathroom. cellphone already on hand and dialing her number. she listened to it ring. and ring. and ring. and ring. until it went to voicemail. she could rip her hair out right now. she walked into a bathroom as she dialed again. this time, y/n answered on the second ring.
"hey, baby."
brenda melted hearing the sound of her voice, "hi."
"i miss you."
y/n smiled on the other end of the phone, "when you comin' back?"
"next monday," brenda rolled her eyes, "anyway, how is everything at home?"
y/n instinctively took her feet off the coffee table because she knew that brenda hated that. not that brenda could see her or anything like that. it just made her feel better to do. she leaned forward, rested her elbows on her knees.
"it's straight." she heard her girlfriend hum with disapproval. "it's good, sweetheart. everything is good."
brenda released the breath she was holding, "okay, okay. good. great. i miss you."
"you said that already."
brenda rolled her eyes, playfully. "maybe i want you to say it back."
"nah, i'll just show you how much i miss you when you get back."
brenda didn't look over at the mirror, didn't want to see how red she was sure she had just gotten over that comment. "i need to get back to my meeting."
"alright, babe. i love you."
"i love you more. bye."
brenda hung up, smiled. y/n sounded calm; there was no background noise. everything was fine. her house was still standing. she went back to her meeting. which went so much smoother when she got back. she was back at the top of her game.
back at her house, y/n had her feet (with socks this time) propped back up on the coffee table as she watched some legal drama with a giant cup of crushed ice in hand.
she had been having the perfect three days without her girlfriend home. it wasn't to say she didn't miss brenda; she did. just not so much where she was miserable or hopeless. she missed her more when she wanted to watch bad b-list movies or want to sleep or pretend their huge bathtub was a jacuzzi, moments like those.
aside from those things, she got to cut loose in ways she otherwise wasn't able to. she got to put her feet on the coffee table; she got to listen to loud music, if she wanted; she didn't have to use coasters (the coffee table was stainless so it wasn't as if it mattered). she just enjoyed little luxuries that she had when she was at her own place.
brenda was more uptight than she was, about a lot of things. in many ways, she really appreciated it; it helped her out a lot. but, still, it was nice to have a break. even with having the place to herself, she was still a little smothered; she couldn't lie. in the three days brenda had been gone, save for when she was sleeping, brenda called about every hour. she checked the time on the tv, she had about ten minutes before her girlfriend would call again.
sure enough, as one episode rolled into another, her cell phone rang. she answered the first ring. no reason to make her freak out more. plus, smothered as she may feel, she loved to hear brenda's voice.
"hey, baby." she popped a few chips in her mouth, "miss me?"
"always." brenda chuckled on the other end of the phone, "how are you? how is everything?"
y/n sighed. she wished she would be direct, "your house is fine, love."
brenda sat upright in her car. "i didn't mean—"
"just admit it. you don't trust me with your house."
brenda frowned, "our house."
y/n chuckled, "nah, it's still very much your house." she ate some more chips, "that's why you keep calling. the jig is up. just be honest."
"okay." she exhaled, "i am a little worried."
"well, you don't have to be. i respect you too much to let something happen to your house."
brenda smiled, felt guilty. "i don't want it to just be my house. i want it to be ours," y/n could hear the sadness in her chuckled, "i want it to be our home."
"me too."
"good."
"we can talk about it when you get back."
brenda nodded, though she couldn't be seen, "deal. talk later. i love you."
