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greenxgloss · 3 months

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Honey To The Bee

Clyde (Electrik children)

Y/N and Clyde have feelings for each other but y/n is unsure if he’s being genuine in his confession

A/N: i haven’t written and posted in a really long time so excuse any mistakes or inconsistencies i’m way too tired to proofread i just wanted to get this out lol just an idea i had idk. sorry for being MIA and like popping in and out of tumblr so much i honestly thought i’d given up on writing lol also though i’ve been on here a while i still don’t know how to write the warnings and stuff so please bare with me

warnings?: Fem reader, mostly fluff, clyde being very slightly pervy yeah i didn’t feel the need to add smut today lol

“what’s going on between you two?” johnny asked clyde as he closed the door behind their closest friend. he blushed trying to keep a straight face. “man nothing it’s never like that with her.” he lied. he sort of has a massive crush on you and it had increased ever since you’d met.

“you act like we’re not bestfriends and roommates.” johnny said glancing over at him for a moment waiting for clyde to fill him in on something that clearly happened. but clyde just sighed, rolled his eyes and retreated to the bathroom to wash his face to cool himself down.

y/n was a block away in her car, equally as red as clyde but she has no one around to ask questions so she quickly slowed her heartbeat. he probably wasn’t even being serious she thought as she drove. he was probably playing a joke like usual. either way she wasn’t gonna let it bother her so she headed in to work.

y/n worked at a tattoo shop, designing tattoos. she loved watching the modded people walk in covered in silver, colors and ink. they were everything she wanted to be but she was too scared of doing too much and going overboard. clyde, johnny and snow always said it would suit her. they maybe didn’t say it so appropriately but that was the idea.

tonight johnnys band had a show and clyde was supposed to be going on stage to escalate the mood. he wanted y/n to do his makeup so she sat in her office looking through pinterest for inspiration after drawing up her last tattoo. “hey you busy tonight?” asked her coworker from the door. “yeah i got a gig.” she replied. “how late you gonna be out? i need you to pick something up for me.” he asked. y/n thought it over before just agreeing.

clyde was excited for the show. he’d been on stage with the band before but he wanted it to be more of a permanent position since he had to attend all their gigs because he’s their driver. y/n always felt her knees go weak when she watched him on stage. to her he looked so free and so happy and his happiness always made her happy. but he also looked really fucking hot. that’s when her feelings for him started. the first time she saw him on stage.

as she picked up her makeup bag and headed to clyde’s van outside the venue she began sweating. clyde had confessed feelings for her and though she had feelings for him too she was worried that maybe he was joking. that snow or lola told him and he was playing a trick on her. so before she was in view of the van she called snow.

“so.. clyde told me he likes me. but it didn’t feel genuine. and listen i won’t be mad but did you or lola tell him i have feelings for him?” she asked the moment the ringing stopped. “what no?! he actually told us he likes you and asked how he could ask you out.” she laughed. y/n turned red. “clyde’s a great guy so i think you should go for it. you trusting us with telling us you like him is a big deal to us we wouldnt betray that.” she informed y/n and she felt relief wash over her.

once they hung up y/n proceeded to the van. "hey you're almost late." clyde said as he opened the van. "yeah sorry i was on the phone with snow." she laughed. "do you wanna talk about earlier?" he asked. y/n stayed silent and set up her makeup. "maybe not yet." she still had to think about how it would affect the friend group. he nodded and sat back. she sat next to him and began the clown makeup she'd thought up before playing billie piper on her phone. "whats this music?" he asked quietly trying to hold still for her. "i actually dont know i found out billie pipers a musician and ive had a recent interest in 2000s pop." she said, applying the white foundation. he hummed in response.

"wouldnt this be easier?" he asked as he pulled her on his lap. she blushed, getting comfortable. "just not so much movement i assume." she joked but it made him blush. they stayed quiet for a moment while she focused but all she could think about was his hands inching down her back.

“woah watch it.” she said, pulling his hands up and he giggled and lightly gripped her making he jump slightly. she willed herself to continue his makeup when they made eye contact and she leaned in to kiss him. it was the sweetest kiss she’d ever had. though the position they were in was very compromising it felt gentle and warm dare i say wholesome?!

they pulled away and sat it a comfortable silence before giggling. “we’ll at least now i know for sure you weren’t joking earlier.” she looked away sheepishly trying to hide her fluster. “i have no idea how you thought i was messing with you. have i not been obvious?” he said, turning her head to look at him. she shrugged, thinking back to all the moment when he laid his hand on her lower back to guide her or got her a meaningful gift that only the two of them would understand or how johnny described to her the excitement clyde would suddenly have when he knew she was coming over.

“there was just so much overwhelming me. i didn’t want to put our friendship at risk.. ours or with the group.” she said sitting back up and looking at him. “well i definitely risked your makeup i have to start over.” she laughed wiping the black lipstick off his chin. “i’m definitely not mad at it. i like this type of alone time.” he let his hands rest on her thighs.

she grabbed a wet wipe and took the mess off of him, wiping gently to not irritate his skin. she’s done his makeup so many times before, sitting on his lap but it’s never felt the way it does now.

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LAST A/N: sorry if this was short i usually make these so long that i just lose interest and never finish them so this is the best i can do right now. i’m still organizing my tumblr even after what like 3 years of being on here? welcome to all the new followers i do intend on continuing posting at least for a while lol i really enjoy interacting with anyone and i will take constructive criticism ofc :)

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roryculkinluvr · 11 months

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𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝐈𝐓 𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

➸ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: clyde x fem reader

➸ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: fluffy smut, sexual themes, established relationship, oral (female receiving), fingering.

➸ 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: this is my first time writing ff so i apologize if it’s not perfect, i tried my best and i hope you all enjoy! also i hope you like the lana del rey reference in the title ♡

you and clyde sat on his bed, your head rested on his shoulder as he traced the lines on your palm. you two often sat like this, enjoying each other’s company, talking about whatever came to mind in the moment.

you sat up to face him, removing your hand from his grasp. you moved his long brown hair out of his face, tucking it behind his ear. you leaned closer towards him as you cupped his jaw, your thumb brushing his cheek gently. clyde smiled at you shyly as his eyes flickered between your eyes and mouth. you attached your lips to his, they were slightly chapped yet soft. he kissed you back gently as his hands rested on your waist.

you tilted your head deepening the kiss as his hands found their way under your t-shirt. he moved them up and down your waist, almost meeting the bottom of your tits, which were hidden by your lace bra.

you smiled into the kiss but clyde unexpectedly pulled away, making your eyebrows furrow in confusion.

“i-i won’t touch you like that…” he said shyly, just louder than a whisper. he took a moment to concentrate on your facial expressions, trying to read your thoughts. “unless you want”

obviously the two of you had made out many times, but clyde was never too touchy, not like this. he certainly wasn’t a prude but he wanted you to know he wasn’t taking advantage of you.

clyde’s friends honestly could be dicks. you had witnessed them go off to have sex with girls that they had just met at shows, with no intention of pursuing them. clyde wanted you to understand that he genuinely had feelings for you. he genuinely loved you, even if he hadn’t said it yet.

“like what clyde?” you asked. you definitely knew what he meant, but teasing him was much more fun.

“like in a sexual way.” he responded. clyde could barely meet your eyes, so shy of his own words. you moved over so you were straddling him. the boy’s eyes widened slightly, he wasn’t excepting this as your reaction.

“and what if i wanted you to touch me like that?” you ran your hands down his chest, his cheeks reddened.

“then i would” he respond, growing in confidence. “would you want me to?” he questioned, desperately trying to hide the smirk that was forming on his face.

“would i want you to what clyde? use your words” you purred. you knew the effect you had on him. although he seemed so confident, sometimes cocky, you knew he would melt under your touch.

“fuck…would you want me to touch you in a sexual way?” he huffed out.

“yeah i would, do you want to touch me like that clyde?”

he nodded eagerly, “yes. i really would.” you immediately wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you and kissed him again, more passionately this time. one of his hands went back to your waist, the other toyed with the hem of your oversized t-shirt.

you pulled away from his lips and removed your shirt, throwing it on his bedroom floor, displaying your lacy bra. clyde did the same and removed his shirt, you helped him pull it over his head between kisses, discarding it next to yours.

your fingers ran down his now bare torso, your soft hands on his exposed skin gave him goosebumps. clyde was slightly toned with a prominent v-line. “mmm so pretty clyde” you smiled and met his lips again, rolling your hips onto his which made him whimper faintly.

you detached your lips from his and unhooked your bra, tossing it on the pile of your dismissed clothing.

clyde stared at you in awe. he had never seen you like this, his eyes studied every inch of your body. he thought everything about you was perfect.

“you’re so beautiful” he breathed. you smiled down at him.

“thank you” you kissed him again, “so are you, my beautiful boy.”

clyde wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him while your mouth outlined his jaw and neck, leaving hot sloppy kisses as your hands entangled his curls.

“fuck…” he groaned, “baby i wanna make you feel good.” you pulled away from him, meeting his eyes.

“how are you gonna make me feel good?” you cooed. your hands continued to play with his hair.

“i wanna taste you.”

“yeah? i’d like that clyde.” with your permission, he gently moved you so that you were under him. he cupped one of your boobs, kissing the other. his curious hands roamed your body as he sucked a mark into your tit.

“can i take these off?” he asked, referring to your sweat shorts. you nodded and he pulled them off, exposing a wet spot on your underwear. “fuck baby, you’re so wet already” clyde’s head went fuzzy at the sight of your almost naked body. you had always imagined yourself feeling anxious in a moment like this, but clyde made you feel safe, he made you feel beautiful.

“m’gonna make you feel so good baby” he began to remove your wet lace thong “this okay?” he asked, clyde wanted to make sure you always felt safe with him.

“yeah take them off,” you nodded “please.” he threw them beside both of your shirts.

clyde placed his head between your legs, leaving hickeys on your inner thighs. his kisses made their way closer and closer to your cunt. “you ready?”

“yeah” you panted. he started by leaving soft licks on your slit making your breath hitch.

clyde couldn’t get enough of you. his mouth felt every part of your cunt, desperately lapping your wetness. your soft moans encouraged him.

“you taste so good.” he voiced, he traced his tongue up and down you cunt and around your clit. you whined at the lack of stimulation, taking your hint, he sucked on your clit. this earned a sharp moan from you. “that feel good baby?”

“so good” you groaned.

“is it okay if i try something else?” he asked.

“of corse” you breathed. with that, he pushed two fingers into you, pumping them slowly as his mouth remained on and around your clit. “fuck clyde, feels so good. you’re so good to me” you cried. clyde began to flick your clit with this toungue, pumping his fingers into you faster than before. you were so close, you pulled a fist full of his hair making him whimper. the vibration from his moans and whimpers added to your pleasure.

“shit m’so close clyde” you whimpered.

“cum for me, wanna taste it” he sucked harshly at your now extremely sensitive bud, ”please.” he whined.

“m’gonna cum now clyde— shit” you could barely speak, it all felt so good, it was almost overwhelming. he thrusted his fingers into your cunt as the room filled with your high pitched moans. your cum painted clyde’s fingers. he pushed them into you through your orgasm, making sure you finished. he pulled his fingers out of you and sucked your cum off his fingers.

“fuck you taste so good”

“y-you did so good” you panted.

clyde sat up and kissed your forehead. he then leaned towards his dresser beside his bed, rummaging for a shirt for you to wear.

once he found you a t-shirt (which fit you more like a dress), he helped you put it on and flopped beside you. you both turned to face each other.

he stared at you, admiring your beauty.

“i love you” he blurted, breaking the silence. his voice so sounded nervous but you knew he meant it.

“i love you too, clyde.”

he pulled you closer to him, your arms wrapped around each other’s. he wanted to be with you forever, you were the only person who mattered to clyde. you were the first person who made him feel loved.

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444rockstargf · 3 months

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REQUEST FOR CLYDE BCUZ I LOV HIMMSS!!

okay okay, so! maybe liiikke, clyde nd reader makin out behind the structure of the skatepark? i dunno if it would b like, SMUT smut but it still has potential!! :3

(i actually think i've posted about it before but shhh!!)

okay bye bye

omg i remember wanting to write this so bad when you posted it.

"i like this rollercoaster, it keeps me high." | clyde

diet mountain dew. - lana del rey

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reader x clyde

word count: 596

contents: fluffy, making out, implications of sex

it was summertime, and life was easy. everything seemed so warm and the night's darkness only lasted an hour before the sun was back up again, and at the moment clyde was giving you skateboard lessons that quickly became a daily routine.

an hour ago, clyde rolled up his sleeve, keeping a firm hand on your waist as he pushed you across the pavement on his skateboard. it was either 11pm or 2am, you had lost track of time. your brain was filled with the sound of his cute, raspy laughter as he spoke to you. “you’ve almost got it this time.”

you knew it was bullshit, but you got butterflies in your stomach anyway. at one point you actually were getting it, but you kept on pretending to fall just so you could relish the feeling of him catching you in his arms.

clyde took off his flannel and put it on your back as it got a little chilly and took you to the back of the skate structure. he sat you down on the ground, plopping himself onto the board and looking deeply into your soul with his pale, drunken-looking eyes. he had his earplugs in, but let you wear the one that couldn’t go in his ear, welcoming you into his little world of music.

you and him engaged in whatever dumb conversation his brain could come up with, him inching closer to you as each minute passed. with every hair flip, flirty comment and glance at your lips, you felt your heart beat faster for him. until he finally gathered the balls to take your face into his hands and give you a big, sloppy kiss.

you gasped softly as your lips touched his, the feeling of his soft mouth against yours making blood rush to your cheeks. it was such a slow, gentle kiss but you felt every nerve in your body start to buzz.

he tongue slipped between your parted lips, starting to explore the warm wonderland of your mouth as his finger traced the curve of your jawline. he kissed you desperately like you were the last drop of water in an empty desert, pulling you onto his lap until his back was pressed against the skate structure and you were on top of him, hips grinding against his erection.

his hands found your hips and started moving you gently against him like you were a delicate piece of art. strings of saliva connected your lips every time you or he pulled away for a quick breath of air. you felt your lips swelling up from the friction, matching the pulsating sensation of your heartbeat.

he’d occasionally pull away just to take a look at your face before smiling like an idiot and getting right back to business, the kiss dragging on for minutes, maybe even hours. your hands rested on his shoulders as his hands travelled up and down your body, this moment seeming so surreal to him that he couldn’t register a single thought.

as far as he was concerned, you were the only thing in the world right now. he didn’t care about the people who saw you two or what they’d think. he was in heaven whenever he was with you, and he couldn’t care less about those who thought they had a say in the matter.

for the remained of the night, his lips remained on yours as sweet, quiet little whimpers and gasps came from both of you. as you melted in his embrace, you sighed contently. it was summertime, and life was easy.

author's note: omg im so excited, i had an idea for smth but ill put a poll up for it first.

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p1nkprincess444 · 14 days

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˚⋆❀˖°𝒯𝒽ℯ 𝒯𝒽𝓇ℯℯ ℴ𝒻 𝒰𝓈 - 𝒞𝓁𝒶𝓎 ℛℴ𝒶𝒸𝒽°˖❀⋆˚

female!reader x clay roach

word count: 2,160

contents: 18+, angst, suicide

When you first met Clay you were both in highschool, he was in grade 12 and you were in grade 10. As soon as you met each other you fell into his world.

He would take you to parties practically every weekend letting you sit in his lap while he shared joints and drinks with you. You both were absolutely hammered and higher than kites as you stumbled back to your house with him. You giggled as you stumbled up the staircase with Clay holding onto you. You tumbled into your bed with him. You both laid on your backs taking in each other's features. You admired the way his hair fell around his face and the way his lips curled up in a smile. You noticed how the veins in his hands bulged slightly as he squeezed your hand. You smiled at the way his eyes flickered down from your lips to your breasts that were almost spilling out of your dress as you laid with him. One simple movement changed everything in a split second. His lips pressed against yours as his hand moved up to cup your cheek. His tongue slid past your lips as his hand moved to the back of your head pulling you closer as he kissed you. Before you knew it his hands were pushing up your dress so it was bunched up around your waist as he pulled down your panties. Your hands fumbled with his belt trying to unbuckle it but you couldn’t seem to manage. It made Clay smile as you struggled, making him gently push your hands away as he unbuckled his belt followed by him pushing down his jeans. Clay’s lips connected with your neck kissing and nipping at it as the leaking head of his cock pressed against your entrance. He slowly pushed inside of you until he bottomed out making you both moan in unison.

“ Taking me so well.. Fuck you feel so good, ” he punctuated every word with a thrust of his cock.

You could only respond with whimpers and moans as his pace began to quicken. Your fingers tangled in his long wavy brown hair as he thrusted into you with a newfound desperation. Soft praises escaped his lips as his fingers dug into your hips. Your legs locked around his hips as your cunt squeezed him impossibly tight signaling your oncoming release. You cried out Clay’s name loudly as you came around his cock and at the same time he was filling you full of his seed.

Clay pressed a soft tender kiss to your lips before rolling off you as he looked into your eyes. “ Are you alright princess? ”

I smiled at the nickname as I brushed hair from his face. “ Mm’ okay, ” I smiled softly as he kissed me again before he tucked himself back into his boxers before moving down between my thighs. “ What are- are you doing, ” my question was answered with his mouth greedily moving to suck on my clit.

Clay responded only in a soft hum as his tongue lapped at your folds. His fingers pushed inside of you as his mouth sucked on your clit. He had your hips pinned to the bed as he fucked you with his fingers faster. Lewd noises left your mouth as you shamelessly grinded against his face while he eagerly moved his fingers faster as his tongue swirled around your clit. Clay curled his fingers hitting the perfect spot inside of you making your back arch as moans slip past your lips. He sped up his movements as he saw you coming undone.

“ Fuck- mm’ gonna.. ” Before I could finish my sentence I was cumming around his fingers as he lapped at my folds cleaning up the mess he made.

He withdrew his fingers after a few moments, licking them clean as he crawled back up onto the bed. Clay kissed your forehead gently as he pulled off your dress followed by his clothes as he moved you under the plush duvet that covered your bed.

This seemed to be how you spent your weekends now. You’d get wasted and high at a party and stumble home on Clay’s arm. He’d spend the night tangled in your arms and you’d wake up with him sleeping peacefully next to you. Those were your favorite moments with him in the morning. You admired the peacefully relax fullness of his features as the sun cascading through your window on his soft brown hair and face. It was all perfect until it all came crashing down in your senior year of highschool. Clay was out of highschool but was still partying as hard as ever. You had stumbled home with him to his new apartment, but this time you were reckless with him. He had you bent over the arm of his new couch as he slammed his cock into you. You hadn’t bothered to ask if he had a condom, you hadn’t even remembered to remind him. By the time you did remember he was filling you full of his cum. As you laid awake in his bed he came back from the bathroom looking higher than he ever had. You hadn’t thought to ask what he might have been on as you fell asleep in his arms that night.

A few weeks had passed since that night and you began to get sick, you wanted to push it off as the flu or even a common cold, but deep down you knew it was more than that. A week had passed and you were dropping weight like it was nothing. You were sleeping over at Clay’s and he began to notice how wretched you looked.

“ Baby, what’s the matter, you’ve been looking worse and worse, ” Clay questioned you as he felt your forehead for the familiar warmth of a fever but he was met with the normal coolness of your skin. His brow furrowed slightly as he pulled you into his arms.

You didn’t have the heart to tell him that you might be pregnant as you laid in his arms before drifting off to sleep. The next morning like clock work you ran to the bathroom vomiting into the toilet. Your hands pushed your hair from your face as you heaved into the toilet. Clay soon followed you and kneeled next to you as his hands held back your hair. Once you had finished he pulled you into his lap stroking your hair before he got you a glass of water from the sink. He pressed it to your lips gently allowing you to rinse your mouth. He tucked you into his bed as he stroked your hair.

“ It’s just the flu, it'll be alright, you can stay here till you’re feeling better. ”

You nodded and turned over laying on your side facing away from him as anxiety filled your gut.

The next day when Clay went to work you snuck away and went to a small drugstore on the corner. You bought two pregnancy tests and walked back to Clay’s apartment as you took the first test. It came back positive with a small smiley face next to the words. You knew it had to be wrong so you took the second and the two pink lines couldn’t have been clearer screaming at you that you were pregnant. You heard the front door open making you panic as you shoved the tests in the trash can. You greeted Clay as he knocked on the door gently. He hugged you tightly before moving his hand up to your forehead feeling no abnormal temperature again. He laid with you in bed as you both soon drifted off to sleep for a short nap. You woke up alone in his bed, your heart immediately dropping. You crept out of his bed and found him on the couch with a needle in his hand and a belt pulled snug around his bicep.

“ Clay- Clay what are you doing, ” you stood in the doorway like a child who just had a nightmare in Clay’s large sweater.

He immediately put the drugs away trying to convince you it was anything but heroin. You laid in his bed with him as he explained how it “wasn’t that bad” he was almost convincing you to try it.

The next few months went on and your now child filled stomach was beginning to grow and so were the size of your clothes. Clay laid asleep in bed but had woken up to find you changing. Before you could pull your sweater over your bump Clay was out of bed holding your face in his hands. The next moment those three words left his lips. The words you dreaded to hear.

“ Are you pregnant? ” His face was one of concern and amazement as you gave a small nod.

His arms engulfed you into a tight hug as you sobbed. The tears left your eyes because of your stupidity and your negligence. You didn’t know how you let yourself get pregnant in your last year of highschool by a boy your parents hated but you loved. You sunk into Clay’s arms as he whispered soothing words into your hair as he peppered your head with small kisses.

The next few months were the hardest you could tell the reality of it all was hitting Clay head on. The arms you once loved wrapped around you were now being covered in deep brown track marks as his addiction grew worse by the days. You begged Clay to stop but he kept making empty promises. You’d wake up to him crawling back into bed high out of his mind on heroin, as he kissed you gently before slipping off into a deep drug induced sleep.

As the months went on and you were nearing your due date you spent what seemed like less and less time with Clay as he was always slipping off to get high. You decided to go to his apartment as you knew he didn’t have work today. You knocked on his door once.. Then twice… and now a third time. All your knocks go unanswered, causing you to begin to become nervous. You knocked louder again until you remembered he gave you a key when he moved in. You fumbled for the key that was buried in your school back. You grabbed it as your hands shook while you tried to press the key into the lock. You opened the door to find Clay on the floor with a needle sticking out of his arm and his belt pulled as tight as he could around his bicep. You dropped to the floor as fast as you could, accommodating your swollen belly as you dropped to your knees next to Clay.

“ Please- Please wake up, ” I sobbed as I stroked Clay’s hair with shaking hands.

You began to shake him as you sobbed against his chest. You begged him to wake up as you shook him violently. His eyes fluttered open as he looked around the room, his eyes not landing on anything specific until they met your tear filled ones. He tried to speak but no words passed his lips. You clung to him like a life line begging him to keep his eyes open but yet they began to flutter shut anyways.

“ No.. No- No! Please Clay you’re all I have anymore, ” I sobbed as I tried to keep him awake and yet he let his eyes fall shut again.

You laid with your head on his chest as your sobs subsided. You slept on the floor next to him waiting for him to wake up. You waited to feel him move but slowly the rise and fall of his chest subsided and the thumping of his heart stopped. You laid there with your head resting against his chest feeling his skin grow cold against yours. You didn’t know what to do as you laid there until you found yourself standing in front of the bathroom mirror with a razor blade in your hands. Your life was falling apart in a matter of hours, the only man you had ever truly loved was lying dead on the floor in the other room, meanwhile your parents had practically disowned you after you told them you were pregnant. Everything was falling apart. Before you could even think of what to do next your hand was dragging the blade down your wrist all the way to your bicep. You quickly followed this action by doing the same to the other arm. You sunk to the floor as blood seeped from your wounds covering your clothes and the bathroom floor as you clutched your swollen belly. You thought about the life you could’ve had with Clay, a little white picket fence, with your precious little baby that he would cherish. You began to lose consciousness as you clutched onto unlived dreams.

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cloudiest-dayze · 7 months

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Hello! I am Cloudie and welcome to my writing blog! I am 23 yrs old, African American, queer, and a cis female. WARNING this blog will contain some dark fics so if you don't like that don't interact. I usually write with black reader in mind but all are welcome. Here are some of the characters I write for. Divider creds go to @y-yushin

RORY CULKIN CHARACTERS:

Clyde (Electrick children)

Euronymous (Lords of chaos)

Charlie Walker (Scream 4)

Gabriel (Gabriel)

Jack Thurlow (Jack goes home)

Danny Cooper (Intruders)

Kappa (Black mirror)

Possum (welcome to willits)

Ollie Sway (the song of sway lake)

OBX CHARACTERS:

Rafe Cameron

JJ maybank

Pope heyward

John b Routledge

Topper Thornton

EXTRAS:

Billy Loomis (Scream)

Stu macher (Scream)

Kai Anderson (AHS season 7)

Joe Goldberg (YOU)

RULES:

I will not tolerate any type of hatred in my comments you will be blocked.

Constructive criticism is welcome.

I SUPPORT PALESTINE.

I will not write: for an actor themselves, scat or anything involving bodily fluids besides light blood play, ageplay/underage, raceplay

I will write: Non con, obsessive behavior, smut, fluff, angst, stalking, etc.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

#x reader #dark rafe cameron #jack thurlow #rory culkin #Gabriel rory culkin #Charlie Walker #rules

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f1nalgirlz · 4 months

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masterlist♡

key:

smut - ☆

angst - ✧

fluff - ♡

not smut but not fluff either - ✿

ship content - ☾

Scream franchise:

Charlie Walker-

sleep overs are fun! ☆☆☆

i need you. ☆☆☆

pokerface ☆☆☆

pokerface 3 ✧✧✧

mask kink ☆☆☆

horror movies ☆☆☆

Charlie's so hot

Charlie's so hot 2 ☆☆☆

desperation ☆☆☆

best friends brother(headcannons) ✿✿✿

music taste (headcannons) ✿✿✿

Mommy Kink

Kirby Reed-

pokerface ☆☆☆

pokerface 2 ☆☆☆

pokerface 3 ✧✧✧

Jill Roberts-

Stu Macher-

Billy Loomis-

Mindy Meeks Martin-

Chad Meeks Martin-

Sam Carpenter-

Ethan Landry-

Rory characters (minus Charlie)

Clyde (Electrick Children)-

wanna smoke? ✿✿✿

brother's best friend ✿✿✿

Mommy Kink

Dan Cooper (Intruders)-

stormy night ☆☆☆

Valentines ♡♡♡

Mommy Kink

R!euronymous (Lords of Chaos)-

argument -> sex ☆☆☆

Mommy Kink

Jack Thurlow (Jack goes Home)-

Valentineseve ☆☆☆

Mommy Kink

Creepypasta:

Tobias Rogers/Ticci Toby-

Eyeless Jack-

Laughing Jack-

Jeff the killer-

Saltburn:

Farleigh Start-

Venetia Catton-

Felix Catton-

Only Friends:

Sand-

Ray-

Sandray/Raysand-

Topmew-

what i'm most likely to write:

This will be updated and changed around semi-often but i felt like i needed to organize my account before it was too big of a hassle to do so.

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vampynights · 10 months

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welcome to my blog<3!

my names vampy and this is my silly little corner of the internet where i write self indulgent and requested fanfiction for people who'd rather live in their heads (like me!) ^_^

i’m currently interested in writing fan fiction mainly for Rory Culkin’s character Clyde in the film Electrick Children ! This will of course change once I get over my current hyper fixation on the movie. Other than that, i’m also looking to write fics for Ryan Ross, Gerard Way, Larry Johnson from Sally Face, Sal Fisher, Ashley Campbell, and maybe some Arcane and Criminal Minds characters. These are not the only fandoms i’ll write for, they’re just the only ones i can think of right now. If you really wanna request a specific character/person just send them to me and i’ll see if i’ve ever seen the show or have an interest in writing for them. i also almost only write for female or nonbinary readers, though may be open to write for male readers as well. I'm just more comfortable writing for females seeing as i am one!

i am open to writing smut however i do need to remind that i am 17 years old, so if you’re above the age of like..19 and are uncomfortable seeing a 17 year old write smut, please just look away. i do have limits to what i will write. no heavy gore, no rape and incest, i will not indulge in any kinks involving bodily fluids or childlike behavior, etc (i’ll probably make a rules page once i figure out all of my limits and such.)

i will absolutely write fluff, angst, hurt with comfort, and maybe some hurt with no comfort. we’ll see! most things i post will be oneshots or headcannons seeing as i suck at writing full fledged fics and keeping up with them.

i’ll try to write as much as i can, however i do suffer from a lot of writers block and am also a high school senior with extracurriculars and community service to attend to. if i can’t get to a certain request in a certain amount of time, i ask that you please be patient and understanding<3

that’s all for now! masterlist and rules coming soon!

#rory culkin #clyde x reader #electrick children #my chemical romance #panic! at the disco #ryan ross #ryan ross x reader #gerard way #gerard way x reader #fanfic #sally face

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greenxgloss · 2 months

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am i the only one who thinks the name charlie is like to perfect? like theres an element about clyde thats so realistic and comforting but moaning his name isnt as nice as moaning out "oh charlie"

guys im deathly horny and i need someone to hold a knife to my throat

#charlie walker #rory culkin #clyde electrick children fluff

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greenxgloss · 1 month

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School Dance (Charlie Walker) NSFW

Tags: @wildathevrt @romanroyapoligist @444rockstargf @nevvdrinksteaa @hxllhxund @urmomsucksfrogs

Summary: you decide to go to the school dance with high expectations that weren't met until you left with School Cinema Nerd, Charlie Walker.

Warnings: NSFW, unprotected p in v, fingering, male receiving oral, praising, drug use, and I think that's it!

the school dance was moving slower than a fucking car without a battery and you were just about ready to leave until you spotted Charlie standing alone in the back of the gym. you approached him, curious as to why he was even here. usually, school dances weren’t his scene. parties, gatherings with lots of alcohol sure.. but school dances?? too tame for the cinema junkie.

“Charlie Walker.” you spoke matter of factly. “y/n?” he uttered, confused. “didn’t think school dances were your thing.” you told him as you leaned against the wall next to him and scanned the gym. “they’re not in all honesty. this one certainly isn’t.” he sighed, tossing his cup out in the nearest garbage can. “so why come? I thought if someone wasn't puking their guts out in a fern it wasn't the Charlie Walker scene.” you asked him, averting your gaze towards him. “I was hoping I was missing something about dances. I don’t know I got my hopes up I guess, but this totally bummed me out.” he answered, shifting in place, unable to laugh at my joke.

you both stood quiet for a moment. he looked over at you before looking back at the crowd. “you look good tonight.” he tried to sound confident but the nervousness slipped through. “thanks, nerd. has anyone spiked the punch yet?” you asked, crossing your arm across your chest. “not that I’ve heard. I should have known tonight was gonna be a dud when not even Robbie wanted to come.” he said and began walking out. you watched him and decided to follow him out. “wanna come to the woods with me and smoke?” you suggested, flashing the joint in your purse. he nodded. “thank god.” his eyes lit up.

when the two of you were far enough from civilization you took a seat on a log and began lighting the joint. “y/n to the rescue huh?” you said while concentrating on the lighter. "I'm definitely the final girl right now." he said causing you both to giggle. “I’m hoping this makes my night at least a little better.” he said, taking it from your hand and taking a drag. “so why were you at the dance?” he asked, handing the joint back to you. “uhh okay this might sound embarrassing but I thought I could help make the dance a little more exciting.. but I swear the school gym’s atmosphere refuses to let people let loose..” you giggled, taking a few hits and tapping out the ash.

when the weed began taking its effects the both of you just stared at each other, letting a giggle slip through every once in a while. “fuck I love weed.” you said, leaning on Charlie causing him to erupt into laughter. “you act like you’ve never smoked before.” he said, pulling out a pack of cigarettes from his dress pants. “no I’ve been smoking for a while now I just like to appreciate the weed.” you smiled blissfully. "I suppose that makes sense for you." he lit a cigarette and took a drag before offering it to you. you took up the offer and puffed. “you know Charlie... I’ve always thought you were cute. that nerdy thing is really working for you.” you said as you handed him the cigarette. “yeah? i guess the feelings mutual.” he smiled.

you leaned in and kissed him. “ever had sex before, nerd?” you whispered. he smiled “Not yet no.” he answered bashfully. “do you want to?” you asked as you straddled him. he nodded frantically. “i- just don’t know what to do.” he admitted, sheepishly. “touch me wherever you want, nerdy boy.” you said as you began placing wet kisses on his neck. you took in the smell of his cologne that caused you to soak your panties. he roughly shoved a hand under your dress. “gentle. you’re going to hurt me.” you whispered as you caught his hand. “mhm.” he uttered, melting under your lips. “touch me here.” you directed him to your clit and he began rubbing slow circles. “that’s it just like that. you smell so good Charlie.” you tell him, stifling your moans.

he slipped a finger into your cunt and curled it while he pressed his thumb to your clit. “you’re doing so good Charlie.” you told him as your grip on the back of his neck tightened. your lips now an inch away as you both breathed heavily. “I really need you.” you said as you stood up to unbutton his pants. “I’ve been waiting for this for like ever.” he laughed, in shock as he watched you softly pull his dick out of his pants and slowly slip it in your heat where his fingers once were. “yeah? you dream about fucking me?” you asked the nerd as you watched his brain shortcircuit. “always.” he fought the words out. “fuck I’m so horny for you Charlie.” you let out as you grind your hips down, feeling the gentle movements of him inside you, filling you up perfectly. "I wish you'd said something sooner." he managed out between low groans.

“I think I’m close Charlie.” you spit the words out as you clenched around him, your body spasming lightly at every thrust. “cum for me?” he whispered as he gripped your hips. As you felt yourself chasing your orgasm Charlie began to talk you through it. “shhh baby it’s okay yeah cum all over me.” he muttered sweetly, leaving kisses all over your cleavage, lewd sounds of your skin slapping together. your moans staggered as you collapsed on him. “fuck, walker.. that might have been the best dick I’ve ever had.” you joked as he rubbed your back. “I’m not finished, y/n.” he spoke as he helped you stand up and guided you to your knees. “suck me off baby.” he growled and you listened, kissing up his shaft and wrapping your lips around his cock and maintaining eye contact. “you look so pretty sucking my cock like that, princess.” he caressed your face.

you began deep-throating his length, gagging and gargling, sending shivers through his body. "yeah just like that." he moaned, his head flying back. "fuck." he let out before shooting hot ropes of cum down your throat, swallowing every drop before standing up and kissing him. "I guess you knew what you were doing after all?" you said, licking the slick off your lips. "porn is a thing, y/n... I improvised.. anyway I'd really like to improvise again yeah?" he said before you both gathered your things and walked out of the woods together. "yeah... I'd like that."

A/N: i hope you guys liked this one lol I've noticed that I haven't really gotten many fics on my timeline and that topped with like 4 people saying their rory obsession was over lowkey sad so here you go sillies

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greenxgloss · 2 months

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haaaiii mootie pie!! i'm here with a lil request :3

so like, i don't have any actual ideas BUT soft fluffy gentle sex with charlie hhrnmmggnghnrhhrnrm 😵‍💫 idk sorry, bye bye mwahh!!

MOOTIE PIE I LOVE THAT AND THE DRAWING this is so cute

Movie Date (Charlie Walker) NSFW

Tags: @romanroyapoligist @nevvdrinksteaa @444rockstargf @wildathevrt

Summary: you ask Charlie on a movie date at home and you escalate the moment, unable to hold yourself back Contents: Fem!Reader, NSFW, Use of Y/N, Soft!Dom!Charlie (cuz ik you like that one pooks), unprotected sex, p in v, reader receiving oral

You slipped on your black lace set as you got ready for your date with Charlie. you finally worked up the courage to ask him out knowing he wouldn't make the first move and you planned to put out on the first date of course.

You finished getting ready, sitting in excitement waiting for the clock to hit. and suddenly you heard the knock on your front door. quickly you got the popcorn out and ran to the door to answer it. "Hi!" you exclaimed, your eagerness getting away from you. And you would have been embarrassed if it wasn't for the grin already glued to his face with flowers in his hands. "You sweet boy." you said pulling him inside and closing the door behind him. "Hi." he said, exhaling like he'd been holding his breath and immediately you could tell he was nervous.

"I got some new horror movies for us to watch." you said, bubbly and excited, taking the bouquet from his hands and leading him to the kitchen to search for a vase. "That's actually the sweetest thing." he giggled. all he could do was look at you endearingly like he was staring at his dream girl. "you haven't kissed me yet." he said, holding his hands behind his back like a boy waiting patiently for his turn. you giggled. "in time my sweet boy." you teased, taking his hand and leading him to the living room after putting the flowers in water.

You plugged in the first movie and sat next to Charlie, crossing a leg over his lap and snuggling into him, making sure you jumped into him when a scary scene came on. obviously, you weren't scared you just wanted him to hug you tighter. your hands unconsciously slipped down his waist.

He let out a forced yawn and wrapped his arm around you, causing you to giggle. "you're such a cliche." you told him. "i-is that bad?" he asked, looking down at you. "no I like it, I like the cliche, I like when you touch me." you whispered, causing him to reach around and gently lay his hand on your lower stomach. your breath hitched. "like this?" he asked quietly and you nodded in response as he inched his hands lower. "you know why I haven't kissed you yet?" you asked, getting up and turning to straddle him. "to torture me?" he asked, looking up at you and placing his hands on your hips. "no I just knew I wouldn't be able to stop myself once I started." you told him as you leaned down to kiss him.

You tugged at his shirt and he pulled away to take it off. you sat back and watched him, running your hands down his chest. "God Charlie you're so fine." you whispered. he pulled you in, kissing you softly and sensually, raising the hair on your arms. "Charlie." you spoke. "yeah?" he breathed out. "I need you." You began unzipping his jeans as you began getting undressed. "oh you planned to put out on the first date huh?" he asked almost out of breath eyefucking you in your matching set and it made you more eager, you just wanted to put your hands all over him. "of course I did." you giggled, wiggling out of your jeans. you saw his eyes falter for a moment, thinking you probably did this with most guys. "only for you Charlie." you whispered, getting back on his lap.

Charlie already had a hard on, begging for your gentle hands to wrap around it. you began grinding your hips down and his mouth opened right up. "oh fuck it feels so good, Y/N." he gripped your hips gently, scared to bruise you. charlie leaned in to gently bite down on your neck, leaving hickeys. "brand me, baby. I want to be at school showing people I'm yours." your words tasting like sugar slipping through your lips. though his mouth wasn't on yours, Charlie groaned into your skin at how sweet you tasted. he reached down to pull your panties aside and lifted you to slowly slip himself into your heat.

he craved you so bad, wanting to please you and listen to you whine out his name. This being exactly what you did as it slipped deeper and deeper. "oh Charlie fuck." the sound of your moan pushing Charlie to lightly buck his hip up. "yeah? that feels good? tell me what you want. faster?" he asked, watching you close your eyes in pleasure. "no keep going slow I like it. please please just keep going." you said reaching down and rubbing tight circles on your clit. "that's my job baby let me do all the work." he said, gently pulling away your hand and flipping you on your back now in missionary.

he replaced your hand and began rubbing those quick tight circles while keeping his slow pace. you were now a moaning mess begging him to speed up. "you feel so good Y/N." he said both of you now sweating and feeling your release approach. "I'm- I'm close Charlie." you stuttered as his thrust became sloppy. you gripped the pillow behind you as you felt yourself untangle and melt under his touch. he moaned out, collapsing on your chest.

"you're so beautiful." he let out as you both caught your breath. "and wow you sound just as beautiful." you could hear his smirk as you said this, running your hands through his hair. "speak for yourself loser." you joked. "right I'm the loser but you couldn't kiss me because you wouldn't be able to hold back from fucking." he said looking up at you, leading you to lightly pulling his hair. "watch it pretty boy." you said, leaning over to kiss his forehead.

"Can I.." he trailed off, reaching his hand down to your heat. "UM YES? Be gentle I'm still sensitive" you exclaimed. "I love it when you ask for permission like I'd ever say no." you said, rushing to sit up when he got off you. he spread your legs and kissed up your thighs until he reached your dripping heat. "I'll make sure to do it every time." he said before licking a stripe up your pussy. you let out a quiet moan, your hand flying up to your mouth. "don't cover your mouth baby I wanna hear those sweet moans." he whispered up at you, pulling away. you nodded. he went back down, sucking and gently biting causing your back to arch as you gripped his hair. "oh god it's so good." you whimpered as his tongue dipped into you and before you knew it you spilled your release into his mouth. "you taste so good Y/N." he said, getting up to kiss you, tasting yourself on his lips, biting his lower lip. "you can have a taste whenever you want, my love." you said, pulling away. the both of you cuddling on the couch the rest of the night, switching the movie over to a romcom and feeding each other popcorn.

there would definitely be more dates.

A/N: i worked a little bit more on this one HOPE YOU LIKED IT ARTIE!!

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greenxgloss · 17 days

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Meet Cute -1-

Taglist: @nevvdrinksteaa @romanroyapoligist @444rockstargf @wildathevrt @urmomsucksfrogs @hxllhxund @xxbl00d-cl0txx @lucidfever @gh0stgirl000 @starry-eyed-wild-child

“Oh? is that sexism? Who said I can’t protect myself?”

Contents: smoking, mentions of injury and blood

You stood at the ramp in your favorite skate park contemplating your next move. it was dark already. you enjoyed the breeze and how little people occupied the space at night so that’s when you frequented the park. you were ready to dive into the half pipe but once you did and rode out you didn’t catch your board fast enough and fell ass-first onto the pavement.

Quickly, you stood up. You winced in pain, reminding yourself of the skate park rules, even though there were only a handful of people around. “hey you good?” A man asked. “oh um yeah, happens all the time.” You giggled, looking up at him, your body tensing as you realized his appearance. This brown-haired man was decked out with the typical skater stoner outfit but he had a damn good face.

“you sure?” he asked once more. “yeah.” you spoke, almost in awe. “you’re pretty.” your thoughts slipping through your lips. “oh um thank you.” he giggled, rubbing the back of his neck, your confession bringing a blush to his face. “oh my god I'm sorry I didn’t mean to say that out loud.” you apologized profusely in embarrassment, pulling a bigger laugh from his diaphragm. “I’m Clyde by the way,” he said, extending his hand out for you to shake. “I’m y/n.” you began laughing at yourself now, beating yourself up in your head. you grabbed his hand to shake, pins and needles in your fingertips as they connected.

“oh shit you’re bleeding.” his smile quickly turned into a frown as he looked down at your leg. “it’s okay! I’ll be okay!” you reassured him as you dropped his hand. he picked up your board. “I’ve never seen that much blood on someone that’s fine.” he laughed. “come on I’ll clean it up for you.” he smiled. you rolled your eyes playfully and followed him to his van. you thought as quick as you could, flipping through the possible scenarios. “I guess if I get kidnapped I get kidnapped.” you shrugged, acknowledging the oddness of the situation. “I have a first aid kit in my van.” he sighed as he unlocked the driver-side door. he still had that seriousness laced in his voice that caused you to worry you were inconveniencing him.

"This is really no problem, you dont have to." you assured, one last time but he wouldn't budge. "no I want to." he smiled, glancing back at you for a moment.

Clyde helped you sit on the curb and began cleaning your wound in silence. “thank you.” you smiled as he looked up at you, his mouth awed as he focused. “it’s nothing. people fall all the time at the park I’ve just never seen anyone wipe out like that.” he laughed as he pressed the cold wipe to your skin. “fuck.” you slurred, clenching your hands around the concrete curb. “sorry!” he winced with you, watching your wound bubble up with peroxide. “what are you doing at the park by yourself at night anyway?” he questioned, filling the silence. “uhhh i like how empty it is. i used to come with my friends but they’re all gone at college. plus i actually enjoy my solitude.” you smiled as he peeled the bandaids from the wax paper and applied them to your leg. he nodded at you.

“I get that. but I also know there’s a group of junkies that hang out around that corner that deal here… definitely not safe, honestly for anyone much less a girl to be here at night.” he whispered as he closed the first aid kit and put it back in his car before helping you up. “oh? is that sexism? who said I can’t protect myself.” you joked, picking up your bag and slinging it over your shoulder. “you can fight off 6 guys at once?? shit, remind me to never mess with you. Got Hercules strength on this one.” he laughed as you blushed. “well I have bear mace.” you defended yourself, watching him lean up the side of his van. he chuckled harder, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Well, I think I’m done skating for the night. wanna get out of here Clyde?” you asked, in desperate need of a smoke. he nodded and proceeded to help you into the passenger side. “where to then?” he asked as he drove out of the parking lot of the skate park. “hmm anywhere that I can sit and smoke.” you told him, flipping through ideas in your head as you pull the pack out of your backpack pocket. “alright.” he smiled and took a few turns. “so what did you mean earlier?” he asked, breaking the silence that consumed the front seat. “what?” you questioned. knowing exactly what he meant but you were stalling. “you’re pretty?” he giggled. “it um just slipped out.” you began blushing, averting your gaze out the window as the car came to a stop at a red light.

you glanced back at him a few times, noticing a smug look on his face. he parked the car and you looked up to see a movie theatre, your confusion setting in. “I know a guy.” Clyde laughed as he climbed out of the car. the two of you walked into the empty building and straight to concessions. “grab whatever you want.” he said, digging through candy boxes. “are... we allowed to do this? we won’t get in trouble will we?” you asked as you took in the current situation of you breaking into a closed movie theatre. “my friend works here and he gave me a key a while ago. it’s all good.” Clyde replied as he put the candy into my bag. “just grab something.” he giggled. you exhaled and began filling a bucket of popcorn while he now filled drinks.

Clyde led you up to the roof and you sat at the edge of the building and began eating your popcorn. “well this is probably the craziest thing I've ever done.” you laughed, taking a sip of your Sprite. “what breaking into a movie theatre?” he asked. “well that and the fact that you’re a complete stranger.. what if you killed the guy those keys belong to and you throw me off the building and frame me.” you thought up on the spot before grabbing some of his Mike n Ike’s. “uh that was oddly elaborate.” Clyde giggled, nervously. “sorry over active imagination.” you began laughing really hard at his reaction. “yeah no it’s okay.” he laughed. you finally lit your cigarette and puffed as you ate your snacks. “so when are we gonna exchange numbers?” he asked, nudging your leg with his.

you smiled and handed him your phone, open to the dial. “so if you’re at the skate park all the time why haven’t I seen you there before?” you asked him as you watched him dial. “well I work as kind of a band manager? I drive my friends around to their gigs and also find them venues so I’m there when I can be. I'm not on a set schedule.” he answered, handing your phone back. you nodded in response. “band manager. that’s pretty sick.” you told him, offering him the cigarette. he took a few puffs before handing it back. “it’s really fun if that’s what you mean. I don’t make enough money off it though.” Clyde said and you nodded. the silence once again taking up the empty space.

you both sat there, watching cars drive by and stars appear in the sky, talking. maybe oversharing just a little but still getting to know each other, solidifying first impressions until finally 2 am rolled around and you were struggling to keep your eyes open. “I should take you home,” he said, helping you up. “I don’t want to go home. please don’t.” you pleaded with your last bit of energy. Clyde didn't ask another question. he sighed, sympathetically and led you out of the theatre and into the van as he drove you to his apartment instead.

“you can stay with me tonight if you’d like.” he whispered, throwing a sweater and sweatpants at you as you snuggled into his cool bedsheets. “yeah I’m not getting up from this bed.” you giggled, fighting out of your clothes and into his all while under his covers. he grabbed a blanket and began treading out of his room.

"you're not going to sleep in the living room are you?" you asked him, propping yourself up on your elbows, studying him. "of course, I am what do you mean?" he giggled, beginning his march out the door. "stay?" you whispered, crossing your legs under the blanket. Clyde nodded, sitting on the floor in front of his bed. "Clyde." you quietly scolded, waiting for him to stand up. on queue, he rolled his eyes playfully and crawled up into the bed. "it's just out of respect." he whispered as he settled.

"Okay. you're way too trusting of a strange skater. What's that about?" he asked, curling up into his pillows. "I don't know honestly." You lied through your teeth. you knew exactly why you let yourself get so comfortable in his presence and why you knew you could trust Clyde. But even so, that wasn't why you let him clean your scrapped leg or got into his car and followed him into a theatre after hours. Clyde raised an eyebrow and you quickly took a deep breath. "fine..." you sighed, which earned a smile from him. "I knew it," he spoke as you sat up, getting ready to attempt the elaboration of your thoughts.

"i watched this movie a while ago. it was about this girl who just wanted to be this big inspiration. She wanted to be something, you know? her friends were activists, writers and even the few friends who seemed like they had nothing, had everything. they had love, their dreams no matter how small, they had them." you looked over at Clyde and he was staring intently at you, ready to listen to every word you had to say, like it was the most important thing he'd ever hear and somehow that look alone birthed butterflies in your stomach.

"so anyway, she was broke and her parents couldn't support her dying dream of being a writer. she had no choice but to get a job and she walked into this sex shop." you began laughing as Clyde's face flushed. "yeah this awkward uni student, naive and self-proclaimed classy applying to work at a sex shop. she gets the job, kickstarts a slow burn with her coworker, moves out of her parent's house, meets her favourite author and gets published. pretty fucking cool honestly. there's this scene where she's with her coworker in his bed and he's looking at her like he's just discovered a new world wonder. he's an artist and had painted her portrait like a hundred times. anyway.. she grew. she let herself branch out, be different and do things that were, in her world totally taboo. does that make sense?" you paused, realizing you were rambling, assuming he was annoyed but when you glanced back up at him he sat there with the same intent look. it brought you peace.

"she went from this awkward nobody to a girl who took chances and went to parties and ended up getting what she wanted while still making room for mistakes. and I guess I want to do that too." you explained, nearly out of breath from explaining your recent change in desire for risk-taking. "not that I'm awkward." you giggled. "well..." Clyde rebudled and you lightly smacked his arm.

"it sounds more like you want love." Clyde teased. "no, ugh, Clyde." you scoffed. "first of all you're just saying that because I'm in your bed. second... I want to lean into my already existing spontaneity and take chances even when I'm a little uncomfortable." you laughed, reiterating your thoughts, causing him to raise an eyebrow. "I mean maybe I want love but that's not the point," you added, looking at him. Clyde smirked. "stop acting like you know me already bitch." you joked, both of you erupting in laughter. "I guess the short explanation is that I want to chase discomfort to find comfort." you summarized. "then I guess I'm happy to be part of that.. if you let me. and hey you're welcome in my bed any time." he giggled and you rolled your eyes though you wouldn't mind it either.

Meet Cute Masterlist

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roryculkinluvr · 11 months

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𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐋𝐘𝐃𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 ‧₊˚ ୨୧ ˚₊

➸ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: clyde x gender neutral reader

➸ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: use of marijuana, brief mentions of smut

you and clyde’s relationship definitely isn’t a slow burn, he immediately knows he wants to spend the rest of his life with you.

“why don’t you just… marry me?

despite this, it takes him a while to tell you he loves you. he has always loved you and you’re aware of this but it took him awhile to say it out loud.

he is so incredibly gentle with you. whether it’s with his words, during sex, his actions, his touch, he never wants to hurt you.

although clyde appears nonchalant, deep down, he’s not. he’s truly passionate and cares deeply about things, especially you. you’re the only one who knows his true feelings about everything.

when you’re asleep or if he thinks you’re asleep, he talks to you. he tells you about his dream of running away and getting a small cottage by the sea with you.

the two of you often lie in his bed together, one of your hands in his hair and his hands tracing your empty hand. he would trace a ring on your finger.

he loves just being around you. doesn’t matter if it’s you watching him skateboard or going on long drive with him with no destination or riding on the back of his bike, your arms wrapped around his torso, he just wants to be in your presence.

clyde’s love language is most definitely quality time.

when you two smoke together, he lights your joint for you.

clyde would make you endless mixtapes of songs he knows you would love. he would take you on long drives to listen to them.

he loves seeing you in his clothes.

#🩰 ೃ⁀➷ 𝐚𝐯𝐚 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬!#💋𝐜𝐥𝐲𝐝𝐞 ୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆#he’s so boyfriend #i need him #rory culkin #rory culkin x reader #rory culkin fanfic #rory culkin fluff #rory culkin electrick children #clyde #clyde electrick children #clyde headcanons #clyde fluff #electrick children #electrick children movie

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444rockstargf · 4 months

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LOVE. - clyde

✩♬.ᐟ now playing: love - lust for life

⊹₊⋆ synopsis: to be young and in love...

✮⋆˙ [tags] @faesucksass @lustkillers @mayathepsychic1999@josibunn @livingdead-materialgirl @romanroyapoligist@auggiethecreator @oliviah-25 @vanlisbon @lankysimp @simply-stellarr

female!reader x clyde

word count: 771

contents: fluff, drug usage, shotgunning

whenever you were with clyde, time was only a concept. you were two young and fiery spirits who had an unexplainable passion for timeless music that neither of you were ever sober enough to understand. you called it vintage, and he called it retro. not that it really mattered, though. your frequencies were always synced either way.

you often wondered what life would be like if you had never met him, thinking back to that one fateful day when you were both 16. he was a scruffy boy who was in desperate need of a haircut, clad in a blue flannel, green cargo pants, and held a well-used skateboard under his arm. he had taken your virginity, ran away with you, and stopped your first high from being horrific. as strange as he was, you couldn’t help but think he was the coolest guy in the world.

he had his leg pressed against yours one night, a stupid little smile spreading on his face as he watched you take your first hit of a joint. “when the smoke’s in your mouth, make sure to inhale a little. don’t wanna waste any of the good stuff.” he couldn’t tear his gaze away from you for a minute as you cautiously inhaled the hot smoke, an equally burning heat resting on his cheeks. you blew out a dainty little ribbon of smoke, shyly looking at him as you searched for his approval. he patted you on the cheek and messed up your hair a little. “atta girl. you’re already a pro.”

he grins, watching you inhale and exhale the smoke. after watching you for a few seconds, he takes the blunt from you and takes a hit himself, then he hands it back to you. “here, give me your hand real quick.” he grabs your hand and pulls it towards his mouth. when it's near enough, he blows out the smoke that's in his mouth and blows it on your hand. your hand feels like it's covered in a thin layer of smoke. he laughs and pulls your hand away from his face “watch, the smoke is going to leave an imprint of my lip. It's a trick I learned when I was a little kid at a party one time, when I saw a drunk guy doing it to a girl's hand.” you couldn’t help but laugh at his little magic trick, feeling like you two were the only people in the world at that moment. the night ended with you two shotgunning until he turned blue in the blue.

late nights on the streets with his arm around your shoulders and his shaggy flannel tied around your waist made you feel like you were on top of the world, careless and ignorant, yet wrapped with a cloak of innocence. you weren’t afraid to take on whatever this cruel world threw at you, because he would always have just the drug to ease the pain. he had given you a chance to see life through the lens of his crystal blue eyes. he had never been the poetic type, but he liked to say that you were the high that he’d been chasing his whole life. what ever that meant.

you loved to get all dolled up and pretty for him whenever he made plans for the two of you, even if it was nowhere in particular. wearing your flowy white silk dresses or some baggy jeans and sneakers, from live concerts to getting kicked out of underground clubs, it didn’t matter because simply being in his chaotic presence was enough.

you were always engaged in any deep conversation he felt like bringing up at the time, even if he always did more of the talking. you sat on a park bench with him one day, kicking around stones as you braided his chestnut brown. a blush creeps back onto his face as he looks back at you. “it's not fair how every time you tell me how you feel, you make me fall in love with you all over again. i love the way you talk, with the way you speak and just how cute you sound when you’re higher than a kite. and i will never get over your cute little giggles. and you always make me warm inside when you smile. and you make me feel young again, like being with you makes me feel 13 again…’

he gave you the resting reassurance that you didn’t need to worry about the future or anything to come. he granted you more fun and pleasure than any drug ever could. and you knew that was all you needed, because you were young and in love.

author's note: day one of valentine's season!!

#Spotify #clyde rory culkin #clyde electrick children #rory culkin clyde #electrick children clyde #rory culkin smut #rory culkin #fluff #lana unreleased #lust for life #lfl #lana del ray #lana del rey #444rockstargf

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greenxgloss · 2 months

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Dating Gabriel (NSFW)

Tags: @romanroyapoligist @nevvdrinksteaaa @444rockstargf @wildathevrt

A/N:idk i just decided to put SOMETHING out while my writers block is kicking me in the ass and i rewatched Gabriel.

you hate how much he smokes despite smoking with him sometimes

you smoke to bond with him

he’s overprotective of you

you encourage his stims and repeat them to make him comfortable (clean machine, cheese from Belize)

he works in his favourite restaurant in New York and keeps a strict schedule to avoid overwhelming himself but takes days off every once in a while to just spend the whole day with you

he loves cooking for you but cannot cook for the life of him

he is soooo persistent about making sure you clean any cuts you have even if they’re minor paper cuts

he’s not super sexual. doesn’t have a huge sex drive

it’s rare when he wants to have crazy sex, usually, he prefers being sensual and in his words, taking all of you in and making you feel completely loved and appreciated when having sex

it’s easy for him to feel taken advantage of with sex so you don’t push him to try new things often

he loves rom-coms and mysteries

he ADORES soft indie romance like Laith Ross and Quinnie as well as sometimes enjoying rock music but he’ll often listen to alternative music the most when he’s having an episode

he loves making crafts with you and having more intimate dates where you just make things together

he’s always making sure you’ve eaten and had enough water

though he doesn’t like being with his family he LOVESSS bragging about you to them

you have a cat together OF COURSE

he doesn’t want kids out of fear of not being good enough even though you know he’d be a wonderful father

you cuddle him to sleep because he can't sleep without it

being tied to the hip, the two of you

reading to him sometimes before bed

A/N: okay now i gotta go the fuck to sleep cuz i work in like 3 hours

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p1nkprincess444 · 24 days

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‧₊˚𖥸 𝒮𝓀𝒶𝓉ℯ𝓇 ℬℴ𝓎 - 𝒞𝓁𝓎𝒹ℯ {ℰ𝓁ℯ𝒸𝓉𝓇𝒾𝒸𝓀 𝒞𝒽𝒾𝓁𝒹𝓇ℯ𝓃}𖥸˚₊‧

gn!reader x clyde

word count: 453

contents: fluff

part two

You had just moved to a small little town in Utah when you met him. Your parents were encouraging you to go make friends so you wandered around town when you settled upon a skate park. The first person to come up to you was a sweet looking boy with shoulder length brown wavy hair paired with his big blue eyes. He smiled when he saw you standing there by yourself.

“ Hey, I don’t think I’ve seen you before- I’m Clyde, ” he smiled as he held his skateboard.

“ Oh- yeah I just moved here, ” I said softly as I smiled at him while fiddling with the hem of my shirt. “ You skate? ” I questioned as I saw him fidgeting with his board.

“ Y-Yeah, it’s one of my favorite things, do you? "

You shook your head as you smiled. He set down his board on the concrete as he offered you his hand. “ Come on let me teach you, there’s a first time for everything, ” Clyde smiled as you took his hands as you got on the board.

You almost immediately fell as you lost balance. But before you could hit the ground Clyde caught you and helped you stand. A slight blush crept up onto your cheeks as his hands remained around your waist. You stood up as you stared at each other with red cheeks. Clyde showed you a few more things before the sky grew dark.

“ It’s getting late- I should get going, ” I said softly as I handed him his skateboard.

“ Do you want me to- uhm walk you home, ” he asked softly as he held his board.

You nodded as you two left the park together. As you walked your hand brushed against each other making you both blush. You slowly slid your hand into his as you walked and talked to him. Clyde gently squeezed your hand while he asked you about yourself. Once you reached your doorstep Clyde stood in front of you still holding your hand.

“ I guess this is it, can- can I see you again, ” he asked softly as he let go of your hand.

I smiled as I nodded, “ I- I’d like that. ” I moved closer to him and he moved closer to me, as we looked at each other his eyes slid down to my lips and then back up to my eyes before leaning in and gently kissing me. I kissed him back before pulling away with bright red cheeks.

Clyde watched as you walked inside your house catching a glimpse of all the boxes around the house before you said goodbye and shut the door.

{ꔫ I might do a part two if this post does well! ꔫ}

#clyde electrick children #electrick children #i ❤ rory culkin #rory culkin x reader #i love rory culkin #rory culkin #fluff

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greenxgloss · 10 days

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Meet Cute -2-

Taglist: @nevvdrinksteaa @romanroyapoligist @444rockstargf @wildathevrt @urmomsucksfrogs @hxllhxund @xxbl00d-cl0txx @lucidfever @teamokirkhammett @kappasbbgirl @jasperthefriendlyghostt

“oh? Little Miss Troubled Home wants me to save her again?”

contents: suggestive language, underage drinking, angst, fluff

Tonight you were glued to your bedroom window, unsure when to call Clyde. usually, the boy has to think about this. maybe that’s why they’d take so long sometimes, you thought, remembering all those times your girlfriends would be sat, waiting by their phones for a boy to call. the more you contemplated the more you muffled out background noise, which included your phones ringing.

when you snapped out of it you answered the call. “party at my house tonight. you comin'?” your friend Myra spoke through the phone, her excitement bubbling. “oh absolutely.” you giggled.

myra was one of your few friends who stayed behind this summer while everyone else was off getting settled in their dorms and student housing or browsing college campuses. myra threw epic ragers every summer which included the occasional drunk girl puking into a vase or fern and some one-night stand taking place in the master bedroom. all the fixings for a night you’d definitely remember.

you quickly dressed up, sprayed your perfume and rushed down the stairs. “hey mom gonna be at Myra’s. don’t wait up for me.” you spoke as quickly as you rushed. “call me if you need anything.” she managed to get out, neglecting to look up from her old erotica, probably dreaming of Fabio inching his hands up her blouse. you cringed at the thought and stumbled out the front door as you got your second shoe on.

as you walked down the street to Myra’s you wondered if you should tell her about Clyde. then you spiralled into a black hole of thought, deciding what you thought of Clyde and if he was worth telling your friends about.

“Hey! Drinks in the kitchen. not everyone’s here yet.” Myra exclaimed as she embraced you at her front door. “been craving a shot for days. took a while for you to throw a party this summer.” you said to Myra as she led you to the kitchen, handed you a beer and began pouring you a shot. “oh yeah parents had stuff to do before they left for the month.” she recounted as you cracked the can open. “anything new for you yet? summer's been in session for a week. something's had to have happened.” she speculated as she poured her own shot. “I swear you only ask me that when something is new.” you giggled as you cheered your shot glasses and downed your liquid courage.

“a mother knows, y/n.” she joked, not even wincing. you decided this year you were going to do better on your grades even though you wouldn’t dare set foot on a post-secondary campus. just to prove to your parents… well you don’t know what you were proving but you do know that the self-discipline you mastered in the last 10 months saved you from alcoholism so you won’t regret it at all. “I was at the skate park the other day and I maybe met a boy.” you smiled, walking away to leave Myra chasing after you. "no fucking way?” she just about screamed. “yup and I slept over at his house.” you giggled as you walked into Myra’s room and sat on her bed.

“you had sex?! Is this about your whole revelation?” she gasped leading you to roll your eyes. “no that’s the best part. he was sweet and I told him I didn’t want to go home so we just talked until we fell asleep.” you explained the night you’d spent at Clyde’s. Myra's expression said it all, absolute joy plastered on her face. “oh I know his dick is big.” she said, nudging your shoulder, both of you almost spilling your drinks. “Myra!!” you scolded. “the point is that it wasn’t sexual. it wasn’t even romantic. we were just there. I don’t know it might be too soon to tell but I think I like him.” you told her as you laid back on her bed. “wow. y/n liking someone. never thought I’d see the day.” she joked.

Throughout high school, you were stuck on the notion that boys were gross. and they were, but you realized at some point, between prom and graduation, that it was just the boys at your school that were gross. you were eager to escape the unhygienic and stinky boy funk that was the male population at your high school and you finally let yourself be open to the idea of dates, flowers, and kisses. but for some reason now that you’ve allowed yourself to become available guys stopped asking you out. there was a drought and you were disappointed.

“sooo tell me more about this mystery boy.” Myra begged and this alone worked you up. “he’s gorgeous. long dark hair, light eyes, typical skater apparel, band manager with his own apartment THE WHOLE NINE, MYRA.” you gushed thinking about Clyde, shaking Myra by her shoulders. “band manager?! where'd you find this guy?” she asked, her eyes wide. “Right!?” you giggled. "what was it like? how’d you end up in his apartment?” she quizzed you, indulging in your excitement about this boy.

you began telling Myra all about Clyde, minding every detail. "I just don't know when to call." you scoffed at your indecisiveness. “I guess when it feels right. when you need him around, you'll know. wait till it feels natural y'know?” she coached you. you’d never gotten serious with a boy, partly because you've never liked a boy but you do like Clyde. watching every '90s romcom growing up made you feel like something was wrong with you because you'd never had feelings for anyone. but boy did you love those movies.

“All right I need another drink.” Myra laughed as she stood off her bed, returning to the kitchen. “oh!! you have Malibu?” you exclaimed as you poured yourself another shot and downed it. before you could put your shot glass down someone bumped into you and spilled their entire drink all over your top. you gasped loudly before they could begin to apologize. “fuck I’m so sorry!” he squealed in embarrassment as he handed you a rag. “it’s okay don’t stress.” you sighed, dabbing your clothes as dry as you could though your shirt had soaked the alcohol up.

“do you want a change of clothes?” Myra asked, sympathetically as you walked off, now with water to drink. you felt defeated and tired like this was karma for some odd reason. “no, I think this is my queue to leave.” you answered, causing worry to spill over Myra’s face. “what? but you always sleep over after my parties.” she cried out. Still, you shrugged. “yeah that was because I didn’t want my mom to give me shit for being drunk.” you began as you continued drying yourself off. “what and she’s not gonna give you shit now?” she asked as you both walked into her bathroom. she sat up on the counter and you looked up at her. “I can stay over another time if that’s what you’re worried about.” you giggled. “my mom is laying off now that I’m 18 so it’s all good there. I’ll sit out in your room for a while so she doesn’t ask why I’m back so soon.” you comprised, hoping she’d calm down.

you both smiled at each other in silence before Myra began laughing. “Fine! Fine!” she rolled her eyes. “but you’re coming back tomorrow.” she begged, getting ahold of both your hands and squeezing them. “okay alright I’ll be here tomorrow afternoon.” you assured her as you began washing your hands and finally walked out to her room.

once Myra went out to host her now full house you pulled out your phone and called Clyde. “hey I’ve been waiting for your call.” he spoke. you could swear his smile was audible. “oh you miss me?” you giggled, now subconsciously playing with your hair. “could be, who knows.” he spoke, vague but obvious. “so what’s up?” he asked, his excitement settling. “well I’m at a party and someone spilled their drink all over me and I’m just kind of bummed out, bored sitting in my friend's room.” you caught him up on the events that just transpired. “that blows.” he laughed. “are you laughing at me?” you jokingly scolded. “what?! no, I could never!” he defended himself as you began laughing along with him. “anyway I kinda don’t want to go home..” you dragged, hoping he would get the hint and come pick you up.

you were now picturing Clyde whisking you away and you giggled to yourself. “oh? little Miss Troubled Home wants me to save her again?” he joked and you let out the loudest laugh you ever have before. “unfortunately yeah.” you ran your hands through your hair. “okay I’ll be there as soon as I can.” he giggled and you both hung up.

and so you sat and waited, excited to see Clyde again. Myra walked in with another drink, stumbling through the door. “I think it might be time for you to lay off the alcohol.” you laughed as she sat down next to you. “yeah this is my last one and I’m going straight to bed.” she giggled, slurring her words. “listen, Clyde is picking me up. I’m gonna go to his house.” you informed the inebriated girl now sprawled across her bedroom floor. “mhm yeah use protection, my love.” she joked. you sighed and walked out to her front lawn to smoke a cigarette while you waited for Clyde to arrive.

"you smell like pink Whitney." Clyde laughed as you climbed into his car. "I tried rinsing off as much as I could." you whined, fastening your seatbelt. "you didn't rinse very well, smells like you bathed in it." he smiled, driving off. "fuck off." you joked.

“I um.. a few of my friends are back at my apartment.” he said, almost hesitantly. “oh I'm meeting your friends already?” you giggled, wondering why he had to tell you as if to warn you. “yeah it’s just that they’re a little intense.. like I can be too but just in case you’re not prepared for it uh they have like no filter.” he rambled. “Clyde it’s not a problem. I’m just your friend meeting your other friends right?” you giggled, still hoping he’d say otherwise. “okay, okay yeah. but you know, don’t say I didn’t warn you.” he smiled.

“I told my friend Myra about you.” you smiled. “oh? what she say? what did you tell her?” he asked. “I mean I told her how we met and about the movie theatre… all that.” you listed off. “so you had fun?” he asked, hopeful. “of course I did,” you whispered, looking over at him. you shared a smile, a warmth growing in his stomach. you had no idea but Clyde had butterflies.

“so tell me about the friends?” you begged as you motioned for Clyde to watch the road. he went on to tell you exactly what you asked for and it excited you, a smile tugging at your lips. you were thrilled to meet his friends, knowing you’d love them.

the both of you got out of the van and walked up to Clyde’s apartment. the smell of weed masked with cologne smuggled its way into your nose as the front door waved open.

“oh my god is this her?” A pretty, bleached blond exclaimed as she handed a joint over to who looked exactly like Johnny from the way Clyde described. “the one and only!” you joked. “please don’t embarrass me,” Clyde begged as he closed the door behind him. “Clyde talks about you all the time. thought you were ghosting him before you called earlier.” snow spoke, bubbly as she put the roach out, coughing as she exhaled. “oh so he missed me.” you said as you turned to look at Clyde whose face was flushed in pure embarrassment. he rolled his eyes and walked over to his room.

you followed Clyde into his room and closed the door. “I’m so gonna love them.” you cheered quietly and reached for the hem of your shirt to take it off. “Woah woah hold on let me get out.” Clyde tried to stop you, earning a face of confusion. “Clyde... please just give me some clothes, i stink like Heineken.” you joked as you continued to pull your shirt off. clyde swallowed hard, flustered as ever and tossed you a shirt. “oh here, a pair of jeans. I think you could pull these off.” he smiled. clyde was not being serious, he definitely thought he was making a clever joke when he gave you his jeans.

“wow my ass looks amazing in these.” you gushed as you looked back at yourself through Clyde’s mirror. “you are not wrong,” Clyde spoke thinking out loud. you laughed at him as you tied the shirt around your waist and tightened the belt on Clyde’s jeans.

the both of you walked out of his room, Clyde’s eyes never leaving your ass. “Fancy a smoke?” Johnny asked, his voice groggy as yours in the morning. clyde sat down next to Johnny. “not tonight. not that kind of smoke anyway.” you smiled as you followed suit and sat next to the quiet girl. “oh don’t tell me you don’t smoke weed?” he asked, defeat fighting its way out. “I mean I have but it’s not really my thing.” you were definitely lying. you just happened to admit private thoughts when you’re stoned. “I stick to nicotine.” you waved around your pack. "lame!" Johnny groaned out causing you all to laugh. "I'll smoke with you eventually." you smiled. "that'll do." Johnny nodded.

the five of you began your small talk before you dove into substantial conversation, cracking jokes here and there, vaguely teasing Clyde and enjoying yourself completely. “where were you tonight? we heard your call with Clyde earlier.” snow asked, making you blush, knowing they'd tease you.

soon snow and Lola fell asleep and only you and the boys stayed awake, unable to fall asleep on the uncomfortable mattress in the middle of Clyde's living room... “I’m gonna head to bed.” Johnny picking up on the tension between you and Clyde treaded into his room. “they were great. not a moment of awkward silence.” you smiled as you giggled at Johnny's exit. “I’m glad you both liked each other.” he smiled.

“I’m so beat.” you yawned, undoing your belt and slumping over on Clyde’s shoulder. “sleep then?” he asked, looking down at you. you nodded and both retreated into his room. "it's okay that I do this right? it's okay that I come over when I don't want to be home?" you asked, a sudden feeling of being a burden creeping up on you. "if it wasn't okay I would have told you I was busy tonight or something... or I don't know, I wouldn't have offered you clothes." he giggled, wrapping an arm around your shoulder for a side hug.

you and Clyde both changed into sweats and crawled into his bed. "you are too by the way." Clyde spoke, lying adjacent to you. "huh?" you muttered. "you're pretty too." he smiled.

“how was that party?” he asked you. “I was really excited to go, i wanted to occupy myself but, I don’t know, I don’t think I was really in the mood for a party.” you admit to him. “that’s okay you can always call me when you’re in a jam.” he smiled, speaking softly. you held his hand. "Could have been worse, could have been puke instead of pink Whitney." he giggled.

“I think I’m due for an existential panic.” you giggled as your eyes watered. “what do you mean what’s wrong?!” he subconsciously rubbed his thumb over your hand with concern,

“I’m 18 and I have no idea what I want to do with my life.” you continued giggling as your tears rolled down your face. “I just... I think the party reminded me of that. Myra likes staying back and throwing parties and, you know, living her life that way but I don’t have my thing. that’s her thing, parties, edge… she’ll be happy to live in a studio and throw her parties out of her own home while working at a magazine.” you spoke, wiping the tears from your puffy face. “you know it’s okay to feel lost sometimes. everyone moves at their own pace. you can travel or start your own business or something.” he laughed, pulling you closer and pressing your head into his chest. “I guess but I just like knowing. I like being sure of myself.” your breath slowing down. “sometimes you can’t know.”

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