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+ itoshi sae x f!reader | wc 4.7k | content: fluff (i promise), slight insecurities, comfort, 5 times he says yes and 1 time he says no

notes: ok ok so guys !! i know i’ve been posting angst recently so i offer you comfort sae !! <3 this man has my entire heart so i’m just gonna embrace it hehe may or may not have been thinking of ‘daylight’ when i wrote this .

summary: the way sae loves you is beautiful. it’s nothing like you envisioned and something you never knew you needed.

“be my girlfriend, then, idiot.”

he’s handsome, seventeen.

even more handsome when he’s on the field, being the beast you know he is. he dribbles past everyone like they’re robots, like they’re snails. he gets into the penalty area and scores, and everyone in the stand cheers.

if there’s one common knowledge in your high school, it’s that itoshi sae is one of the world’s best soccer players.

maybe it’s no wonder that you’re holding a bag full of gifts for sae for valentines, being assistant manager for your school’s soccer team. it’s astounding how heavy this bag is. but you’ll know that in the end, whatever’s inside will likely get distributed between the entire team anyway, given how sae never accepts a single one.

“is it that time of the year again?” sae sighs, squirting water from his bottle into his mouth, towel hanging around his neck as he walks out of the locker room shirtless, fresh after a shower and hair all damp, sticking to the sides of his face.

still handsome.

“would it kill you to accept at least one of them?”

you expect one of his usual retorts—maybe a yes or a one of them could be poisonous. but instead, he grabs the bag from you, still frowning. “fine then,” he says, opening the bag and peering inside before he turns his gaze back onto you, “which one’s from you?”

the one with the purple post-it attached to sae’s favourite candy bar.

“i didn’t give you any, itoshi,” you lie, keeping your calm and crossing your arms. but sae cocks a brow because he doesn’t believe you. “really!”

“yeah, you sure about that?” sae’s tone takes a surprisingly gentle turn, and you find it hard to get used to. especially when it’s coupled with an amused expression.

“really, i’d die before giving anything to a grump like you.”

sae nods his head like he doesn’t believe you and starts rifling through the contents. he takes something out—a candy bar with a purple post-it attached to it. you can’t escape from him even if you tried.

“you’re the most irritating smart handsome guy i know, i hope you make it to the big leagues, i’ll never get tired of watching you play,” sae reads out loud, monotonously because it’s his way of mocking you. his gaze shifts from the note up to you, and he has his answer by your unwillingness to meet his eyes. “slick.”

“oh, shut up,” you tell him before turning on your heels and walking off.

“you want me so bad.”

“you wish, itoshi sae.”

“hey, take the rest of these away from me,” sae calls after you, referring to the big bag of valentines’ gifts you’d just left him with.

you turn around, walking backwards. “i’m not your girlfriend, itoshi, not my job!”

sae smirks. “be my girlfriend then, idiot.”

taken off guard, you fail to watch where you’re walking and fall over a broom, knocking several of the janitor’s stuff over. sae runs over, straight-faced while he holds his hand out to you.

“damn klutz,” he remarks as he pulls you up on your feet.

you’re thankful sae’s not the kind to make jokes like how he swept you off your feet, but the close proximity is making you giddy, in a good way, and you’re not sure you want to pass up on that.

“so?”

“so what, itoshi? and let me go,” you say, trying to pull away from him. he doesn’t let go though.

“say yes, then i’ll let go,” he tells you, and you can feel his breath fanning your lips and you’re sure he’s having a field day watching you get flustered.

“sure you want me, itoshi sae?” because a part of you finds that hard to believe, with the way he rejects other girls left and right and barely feels any remorse.

but what you don’t know is how different you are to him. if he dare say, special. maybe it’s the way you’ve always seemed like the stubborn kind, the kind of girl that refuses to ask for help but secretly wants to be protected. the kind of girl who can always help herself, but kill him if he thinks you’re someone who wouldn’t mind having someone to lean on.

maybe at some point, he started to want to be that person for you. no matter how many times you scream his name for not complying to schedules, no matter how many times you flip your hair against his face. you have everyone on the soccer team on a leash, and most of all sae.

that’s the first time he tells you—yes, he wants you.

“not even if you bribe me.”

at nineteen, sae’s serious about you.

it’s no secret that he’s devoted—you can feel it. because sae isn’t the type to profess his love every day, no. he’s the kind that shows it through his actions, through the way he automatically carries your shopping for you, through the way he always takes your side in public, through the way he looks at you whenever you’re talking.

you have no doubt about it. it doesn’t even cross your mind that he might stray. yeah, you have your priorities, and he has his. you’ll go after them, and he’ll go after his—there’s no reason why you can’t chase your dreams in parallel.

your parents think otherwise, though.

like some rather typical parents do, they’re sceptical; sae can see it in their eyes. the way they furrow their brows whenever you invite him to chime in during dinner, the way they ask investigative questions—things about his past history that even you never asked him.

“mom!” you’re fed up with their interrogation tactics, shooting a warning glare at your parents.

your mom and dad look at each other in resignation before resuming to quietly eat their dinner. you’re reluctant to leave sae alone at the dinner table with your parents while you help to wash up, but sae tells you he’ll be fine. because he will.

they’re humans. they’re like you, just older and less prettier. why should sae be scared?

as expected, the moment you turn the tap on, your parents jump on him.

“you know, she really likes you,” your mom tells him. “i can’t say the same for you, though.”

sae’s never navigated around conversations with parents. he doesn’t know the first thing about this. he’s just keeping his fingers crossed he doesn’t fuck up.

“you look like someone who has a lot of girls, itoshi,” your father chimes in before sae can speak up. “you have a lot of girls on the side?”

he could not be more wrong.

“none, sir.”

why does this effort feel much more than necessary?

“why y/n?” your mother jumps in, and for the first time tonight, sae spots a genuine curiosity in her eyes.

not the best question to ask someone who doesn’t even remotely talk about their feelings. sae finds himself stumped, but your mother is, fortunately, a nice person deep down.

“just tell me this,” she leans forward, and your father seems to relax a little bit, sinking back against his chair. none of you realise the tap’s turned off. “do you love her?”

that’s… premature, if sae has any say in it. and he thinks it’s criminal that he’s telling your mother before he even tells you, but he knows that not admitting it would likely cause a rift between you and them—not something he wants.

making you miserable? no thank you.

so he nods, “yes, i do.”

“you realise that—”

“sir, let me put it this way: you can’t force me to stay away from her, not even if you bribe me.”

from the kitchen, you smile as you listen. looks like you had nothing to worry about after all.

“they’re nothing compared to you.”

you love seeing sae living his dreams; love having front-row seats to his matches, love catching the fleeting glimpses he gives after he wins.

he’s twenty-one and thriving in the soccer scene, more than ever. world-famous and revered. the two of you are stronger than ever, still, because despite how sae looks, he’s much softer than people think.

when he’s running late from practice, he texts you the moment he can, tells you what’s up. when he has to cancel on you, he makes sure he makes it up to you. if he has soccer obligations on special occasions, he’ll let you know.

it’s funny thinking back to the days when you used to squabble with each other, to the days when everyone was tired of hearing you and sae argue.

not that that should be a problem now anymore—why? simple, because non-disclosure agreements are ass. but a highly recommended thing by his publicist; to protect his image, and then he told you not to take it personally because he’s asking all of sae’s close contacts to sign it too.

which didn’t take long.

it was mostly rin and his parents, and some other guys he used to know back in high school.

oh, and there’s you. apparently, you can’t divulge anything about being in a relationship with itoshi sae. so, as far as the world is concerned, he’s a bachelor.

“it’ll sell better,” was all the explanation his publicist offered.

sae had been against it, because why should he hide you from the world? and it’s stupid. but his publicist is smart, pointing out that you might get harassed online if his loyal fans find out. (to which sae begrudgingly agreed to, for the interim.)

it was fine, up to a point, but you’d never really considered how you’d feel seeing all these headlines of sae possibly being romantically linked with all these socialites and up-and-coming movie stars.

a part of you, the prideful part, is too stuck-up to ask your boyfriend for assurance. mainly because you think it’s stupid. sae constantly texts you when he’s not with you (as much as his schedule allows), and whenever he’s done for the day he goes back home and calls you if he can.

the other part of you, the lovestruck one, is afraid that maybe you can’t measure up to everyone else. that just maybe, you’re worlds apart and you’re not good enough.

usually you’d wait for sae to tell you he’s home, you’d let him rest his mind on the way back, but this time you’re impulsive and you’re dialing his number before you know it.

“hey, what’s wrong?” he asks, picking up after just two rings. even he knows you don’t usually initiate the calls.

“um,” you stutter because you don’t actually know how to tell him you’re calling to ask for assurance. despite having been together for four years, you realise that neither of you have actually sat down and talked about feelings.

“babe, talk to me,” sae urges you, and you can hear him getting off the bus. he must have just reached his apartment complex. he must’ve been tired from an entire day of intensive bootcamp and here you are, calling him with your trivial matters.

“it’s nothing, sae, forget it.”

“wait, what—”

you hang up before he can say anything and quickly text him.

i’m feeling a little sick tonight, just going to rest early.

sae leaves you on read and you think you’ve fended him off.

you did not.

an hour later, he’s at your door, carrying all your favorite convenience store snacks and a worried expression.

“what is it?” he asks you. you’re a little too stunned to speak. sae lets himself in, placing the snacks on your dining table before he really looks at you, surveying your face. “what were you crying about?”

you suddenly feel stupid for thinking your puffy eyes wouldn’t give you away.

sae tips your chin up when you try to look down. “y/n, tell me,” and he sounds only concerned, and the guilt builds up inside you.

so you tell him—you tell him about your intrusive thoughts as he lets you lay against his chest on the couch. you tell him about your insecurities as he sits in silence and listens. you tell him that you think it’s stupid of you to think this and you’re beginning to think you’re an ass for keeping him up so late when he has training tomorrow morning.

but sae doesn’t feel that. not one bit.

“it’s not stupid,” he tells you, and if you’d been able to see his expression, you’d know that he can never look at anyone the same way he looks at you. “all those girls you’re worried about, they’re nothing compared to you.”

“really?” you sniffle, appreciating the fact that even though he’s horrible at talking emotions, he’s trying his best for you.

sae pulls some hair away from your face and you pull back to get a good look at him. “really, stupid.” you laugh and he laughs, and now you’re really feeling stupid because there’s no way sae would ever choose anyone else over you. would never dream of having any other option.

“promise?”

sae sighs, in that lovingly way he does. “yes, i promise,” and he means it—he’s never thought of being with anyone else. “i love you, don’t i?”

you nod, chuckling because yes, yes he does. and yes, you know that more than anyone. even if it has to be kept under wraps for now; there’s no cause for concern.

when you fall asleep on his chest and sae’s too cautious to wake you up, your mother wakes up to take some water and stumbles upon the sight. she greets sae with a nod and a smile, the softest one he’s seen so far.

“my daughter has good taste.”

“that’s a secret.”

sae’s only getting more and more famous as he gets older. a year later and he’s already garnering attention from everyone, with girls lining up to be a possible mrs itoshi.

you’re still unknown; hidden in the crevices, tucked between pieces of signed contracts. you’re dealing with it, it’s fine. it’s going great, only because you’ve learned to get used to it. it was either that or to call everything off, and you don’t want that.

it’s a friday night and sae’s away for another match, this time in london, and you’re watching post-game interviews on your screen while you finish your pack of chips.

they finally get to sae, throwing the normal obligatory questions like how he feels after winning the match, how he feels like being the man of the match. until they start asking personal questions like who he’d like to dedicate his win to.

he dodges the first few easily with vague answers. but then they get even more personal.

“so, itoshi, rumours have it that you’ve been in a long-term relationship now, is that true?”

you freeze up hearing the question, noticing how sae momentarily looks to the right before he rolls his eyes and turns back to the interviewer.

“maybe,” he answers, and you’re surprised. that’s the first time he’s probably not listened to his publicist.

“now who is this lucky lady?”

sae sighs, “that’s a secret.”

his interview ends there as he retreats back into the locker room, your phone vibrating almost immediately after.

one day i’m gonna show you off to everyone.

you smile as you type your response.

sure you want the whole world to know you belong to me?

you expect a retort about how it’s the other way around, but he does one better.

fuck yes.

“you make me lose my goddamn mind.”

you’re both comfortable, twenty-three and lounging in sae’s apartment, curled up in the couch, fingers intertwined and spending a lazy sunday in.

it’s right smack in the middle of his break and you’ve got him to yourself for four entire months. it’s been good, so good.

everyday you’re reminded of why you love him, of why he’s yours. the way he pulls you back against him in the mornings when you wake up. the way he says your name when he’s sleepy, the raspiness in his voice known only to you.

“hey, i’m heading out for a while,” he tells you, slipping on his slides and unlocking the door.

that’s how it usually goes; you’re still not allowed to admit to your relationship, even if sae has hinted at being in a committed relationship. what his publicist considers as minimising risks is that both of you shouldn’t be seen out in public together. that’s why you’re having fun nights out at odd hours and being romantic in private.

sae often just leaves in the middle of the day, some alone time and maybe get some groceries since you can’t let yourself be seen leaving his apartment. it’s not an ideal situation, but you’ll take it. the last thing you want to do is make his life harder.

while he’s gone, you do the chores—make the bed, defrost some chicken breasts, vacuum, maybe wash the laundry. he’s doing his best to learn the right way to do chores (because one time when you asked him to help vacuum he ended up vacuuming the bathroom too), but you find it’s easier if you just do them instead.

usually he comes back by now, takes about a half an hour because his apartment is nestled in the centre of town, surrounded by all the stores and amenities he could need. but you stare at the clock.

it’s been an hour and a half, what’s he up to?

sae doesn’t even respond when you text him. right as you’re about to call him, worried, you hear his keys jangling and the door opening.

you expected to find him carrying a huge bag of groceries with the amount of time he was gone, but he’s empty-handed and you’re starting to think maybe he was hounded by paparazzi.

“did you have trouble with some press?” you ask innocently, mop in your hand.

sae sighs, “fuck no, thank god.” he toes off his slides and tosses his keys on the dining table, taking his cap off and tousling his hair. his pretty pretty reddish brown locks.

“oh, then where’d you go?”

sae smirks at you this time, hiding something behind his back.

“what’re you up to, itoshi?”

he rolls his eyes because you only call him that when you’re afraid. “relax, baby,” he coos, inching closer to you and revealing what he’s holding.

sae’s holding up your keychain; a mini figurine of sae you got from one of the gift shops during his match. but you spot something that wasn’t there before—a key, painted black like the door to his apartment.

“sae?”

“this key’s yours.”

you blink at him, a little stupefied. “sae, did you get lost while trying to find the key copy place?”

sae clicks his tongue, annoyed. “shut up, do you want this or not?” by the way he’s all red, he did get lost.

you take the key from him, suppressing a grin. “aw thanks, now i can let myself in.”

sae sighs again, “i’m asking you to move in, stupid.”

“y-you want me to move in here?”

“yes.”

“like, you want to see my face everytime you wake up and before you go to bed?”

“yeah.”

“you want me to live here with you, together?”

“yes and if you ask anymore i’ll take it back.” because sae’s aware that you’re asking out of disbelief—he loves his alone time yet here he is, asking you to be with him whenever he’s back home. which isn’t that hard to believe for him; you’re the only one he’d ever want to be alone together with.

you giggle, “okay okay, roomie.”

sae only sighs. “you make me lose my goddamn mind.”

“i don’t want this anymore.”

it’s your fault, it’s all your fault.

sae’s publicist is at the house, screaming at the top of his lungs, and by sae’s unamused expression, he’s not having it. he’s just controlling himself so he doesn’t end up getting a lawsuit filed against him for employee abuse.

“who thinks it’s safe to go out wearing their boyfriend’s jersey, which isn’t even for sale yet by the way,” he rants, staring straight at you, “and go down and buy a birthday cake on his birthday and take it up to his apartment, all while knowing that the press is gonna be camping outside the complex?”

he makes you feel stupid.

sae steps in front of you, his broad shoulders the only thing making you feel safe from his publicist’s constant attack. “you yell at my girl one more time and you’re done,” sae threatens, managing to get his publicist to storm out of the house.

apparently, sae had a big endorsement deal all planned with the one stipulation being that he had to appear a bachelor up until the stunt was over. and now his publicist’s mad because that’s all down the drain and his commissions are gone.

“hey, you okay?” sae asks you, gently, and you can’t bring yourself to look at him.

you’re fine, you’ll get over it. it’s just what his publicist said that gets in your head.

it’s like you’re trying to ruin his deals.

being with a famous pro player comes with some form of caution, you know that right?

she’s just in the fucking way!

weeks pass and it’s not easier to drown out the voices. sae’s good at it, so he’s already moved past it, resumes work as per usual, assumes you’re okay too because of the multitude of times you insisted that you are.

but really? it’s fucking difficult.

if you thought you were insecure before everyone knew about you, it’s ten times worse now. while the majority of people are nice about it, saying wonderful stuff like how the two of you are so sweet and look so good together, there’s still so many people who shit on you.

wait, i thought he was with that model from that one shoot? damn, he got the short end of the stick with his gf lol

lmaooo what a downgrade from that other soccer star he was dating

@itosae you okay, dude? you blind or something?

there’s a lot more than that. a lot. some of them even found your account, messaged you directly and said some less-than-nice things.

you keep it all from sae, though. the last thing you need to do is distract him any further, especially when he has the champions’ league coming up.

“i’m fine, mom,” you say one night when your mother calls to check up on you. “i promise.”

you’re a bad daughter, keeping these from your mother who’s just concerned. she isn’t convinced, but she hangs up anyway afterwards, telling you to rest.

it’s easy for things to spiral when you keep them all to yourself. the voices in your head that belongs to sae’s disgruntled fans growing louder, drowning out the words of affection sae tells you everyday.

until one day you think you can’t take it anymore.

they’re all telling you that you’re not good enough, that you’re just a burden. his publicist is nowhere near your side, instead silently siding with the fans who berate you. sae’s oblivious to it all, you think, because he doesn’t do anything about it.

one day you’re just sitting side by side, watching a movie, sae’s arm around your shoulders, his fingers idly twirling your hair.

“sae, we need to talk.”

like the lover he is, he pauses the movie, adjusting himself to look at you. “yeah, what is it?” he’s smiling at you because he has no idea what’s coming.

and you know, you know if you tell him what you really think that it won’t work, so you put on your best game face. truth be told, you’d been building up to this moment anyway, purposely telling him you’d be busy whenever he’s back from his games just so you won’t spend time together. it was all to give him the illusion that you just weren’t interested anymore, no matter how fucked up that sounds.

“i don’t want this anymore.”

sae furrows his brows. “what? what’s this?”

you sigh, feigning frustration. “this, sae. us. i don’t want this anymore.”

“why not?”

“because i’m tired. i’m tired of dating someone who’s half here and half not, i’m tired of tolerating your stupid habits, i’m tired of being with you, sae.” you’re raising your voice, but sae doesn’t flinch. his expression doesn’t even change. you’re beginning to think you broke him, made him malfunction.

when sae doesn’t say anything, you continue.

“i want to break up.”

sae looks away from you, at the patch of rug on the floor beside him, jaw clenched. he blinks a few times before he looks back at you.

“no.”

now it’s your turn to be confused. “w-what?”

sae tilts his head to the side, concern etched in his expression. “i said no, y/n,” he repeats, sighing. he puts his forefinger under your chin, his thumb caressing the side of your face. “who are you trying to fool?”

“i-i mean what i said, sae.”

you’re in disbelief. you hate how he knows you better than anyone else, maybe better than yourself, and you’re beginning to realise no one can come close to sae for you.

“so you don’t love me anymore? don’t wanna be my girl anymore?” he asks, but it’s redundant because he knows the answers. “i love you, okay? and i’d be a shit boyfriend if i let you go like this.”

you’re speechless, so you don’t say a thing, just sit awkwardly in front of him while for the first time in his life, he resolves to being there for you.

“look, i don’t know what mean things people are saying online, but fuck them,” he tells you.

“sae, it’s not easy,” you sniffle.

“then talk to me, and stop shutting me out, you idiot,” he chastises, and you find yourself falling onto him. “i fired my publicist too, by the way. couldn’t stand him spouting shit about you even after i told him to shut the fuck up.”

you laugh at his exasperation, your chest somehow feeling lighter.

“and, do me a favor? ignore the mean comments, yeah?” sae tells you, softer this time. “i kinda don’t ever wanna lose you, so.” he has his head resting on top of yours, your fingers intertwined and your heart soaring.

until now, you’d thought it’d be easy to drive sae away. you thought if you’d been enough of a nuisance, an eyesore, that he’d just take your word for it and run, that he’d throw a fit and let you leave.

but he doesn’t.

sae stays. and he tells you to stay. because he doesn’t know much about laundry, or how to handle feelings, but what he knows is how to love you. he knows what you need and he knows what you’re thinking, even if he doesn’t necessarily tell you about it.

and sae is a bitch to the world. he’s not the friendliest to fans nor does he care about making friends or enemies.

but to you, he’s everything. he says no to either of you straying and he says yes to whatever you ask except when it doesn’t make sense and you never knew that this was the beauty of being with someone who wants you—in every sense of the word.

there’s a certain threshold to pass before you can see everything clearly. suddenly it’s like the mean voices are faded into the background, and suddenly sae’s love is all you hear, and nothing is blurred because now all you can think about is how even if the world fails you, sae never will.

“hey, sae?”

“mhm?”

“thank you.”

he smiles against your head and you can feel it. “i love you, stupid.”

and you love him; recognising your handwriting and sweeping you off your feet. you love him; braving your parents, living his dreams. you love him; protecting you and showing up at your door. you love him; bashful yearning and unwavering emotions.

so you kiss him in response, and that’s all he needs to know that you’re with him for life.

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hirukochan · 8 months

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Stood-up

A Severus Snape x fem!reader Oneshot

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Pairing: Severus Snape x former student reader

Summary: Your former professor saves you from embarrassment when your blind date doesn't show up to the fancy restaurant you were meant to meet at.

Warnings: Smut, Loss of virginity, virgin reader

Wordcount: 5007

Read on Ao3 or below the cut

You did not expect life after Hogwarts to be…this. Whatever this is. Boring. That much is certain. You finished school five years ago with good grades and that was it. You celebrated your graduation with your friends who were already gushing about their future careers and their dream jobs, and you had nothing to offer to the conversation. You didn’t know what you wanted to do after school. And five years later you still don’t know.

You wanted to move out of your parents’ house and so you went to interviews for any job you thought yourself decently qualified for. You ended up working in a depressing little second hand bookshop in Diagon Alley. The owner, some rich fuck that doesn’t even live in London, pays you well to take care of anything that needs taking care of because the shop belonged to his wife’s grandfather, and she can’t bear separating with it.

You also get to live rent-free in the one-room flat above the store. You have a kitchen, a bed and a bathroom and no controlling boss looming over your every move. Life is…good. It’s ok, nothing groundbreaking, but how many people get that? How realistic is an action filled, thrilling life actually?

Your friends seem content with life as it is and so you try to be content as well.

In reality you feel lost.

You have looked into universities, but you aren’t sure if you’d be good enough and the fear of failing holds you back. Besides, what would you even study? In school charms had been your favourite, but was that because of the subject or your teacher? Professor Flitwick had made each class a delight to be in.

You shove the thoughts away, focusing on finishing up closing the store. A friend has set up a blind-date for you. Some guy she works with at the Ministry. She has gushed about him endlessly and you are sure were she not in a relationship herself - she would totally try to date him.

That is a recipe for disaster, but you want to indulge your friend or perhaps just make her shut up and so you go along.

You lock up the shop and hurry upstairs to shower, change and put on some makeup. An hour later you are standing outside the shop, mentally preparing for the apparition. You are certain you’ll never get used to it.

Pleasant, classical music floods the street as you open the door to the wizarding restaurant and bar in central London. This is already outside your comfort zone. Too fancy and too full. Are you underdressed? Are you overdressed? Shit, what if he isn’t here yet?

“Reservation for Everett.” You say to the hostess who swishes her wand and looks through the list of reservations.

“This way, madam. Your partner is not here yet.” Shit. Of course, he wouldn’t be. You are early. Way too early. Pathetic, desperate early.

The hostess shows you to your table and you smile kindly as you sit down. A waiter hurries over to you and asks for your drink order.

“Wine. Red, please.” The waiter is gone before you can finish your sentence. A glass of wine floats to your table shortly after. You let your eyes wander over the room as you take small sips. A few couples sit at the tables, some more stand at the bar, chatting with each other.

You wait.

And wait.

Three glasses later you know you got stood up. You try to fight the tears stinging in your eyes and dig through your purse for some money to pay for the drinks and scurry out of the restaurant as fast as possible.

How pathetic! Hot shame spreads through your chest, your guts twist at the mere thought of getting up and leaving. Your feet don’t work. They simply won’t respond to your command. With all your willpower you stifle a sob in your throat. This is your last straw.

All the disappointment over life after Hogwarts, the loneliness, being lost and left behind by the golden opportunities your future had promised you - and now not even your date could bother to show up! You didn’t even want to meet him. Prick!

“Ms. (L/N)?” You flinch. That voice. You are sure that voice would give you war-like flashbacks for the rest of your life. Running through corridors at night, blood pounding in your ears, already feeling safe as the entrance to your common room approaches just to be violently stopped by those words.

You turn and meet the dark eyes of your former professor for potions.

Severus Snape has not changed in the five years since you last saw him. The same hooked nose, same pale skin. Black greasy hair falling into his face. The long black robes hiding every inch of his skin.

“P-professor Snape.” You reply, because you have to say something. His eyes wander over you, clearly made up for a date and then twitch to the empty seat across from you. They narrow as they see the three empty glasses and the slight redness of your eyes. Without saying anything he slips into the seat across from you.

“Two glasses of whatever the lady has been drinking.” He says as he grabs a waiter by the arm. He gestures towards the glasses. “And get rid of these. What kind of service is this?” The waiter apologises profusely and hurries away quickly.

You stare at Snape in bewilderment. He is sitting across from you. He saw you got stood up and sat down. And he ordered drinks.

He is looking at you. Say something. Anything. Shit shit shit.

“I was supposed to meet someone.” You say, cursing how meek you sound. You look away and try to subtly wipe the corner of your eye where a stubborn little tear tries very hard to run down your cheek. You know if you allow that one to pass your lashes, there is no holding back the rest.

“I gathered.” He leans back in his chair, his eyes still roaming over you. Instantly you feel like you are back in the dungeons of Hogwarts, trying your best to brew a potion while he stares at you, waiting for the moment you fail. You swallow hard as the familiar nervousness of being around Snape takes over.

“A boyfriend?”

“N-no. A friend set it up- never met him.”

“What do you do these days?” You blush. You were afraid he might ask that.

“I-I run a little b-bookshop in Diagon Alley…sir.” The ‘sir’ slips out before you can stop it. A smirk tucks at the corners of his mouth at the sound of it but dies instantly.

“A bookshop? And you’re happy with that?” You shrug. You aren’t, but you wouldn’t tell him that. You cling to your glass. This is worse than getting stood up and humiliated. Infinitely worse. Snape leans over the table, his dark eyes glinting with something you can’t quite place.

“I am not going to bite you. Unless-” You tense. Is he flirting? Merlin’s beard- You feel heat rise to your face and stare down at the wine in your hands. “I apologise. This is inappropriate and you clearly wish to be as far away from me as possible. I’ll leave you to it.” Snape says, an edge of self-loathing sneaking into his voice. He digs through his pocket and puts down a few coins on the table.

“Stay-” You have no idea how you manage to force the word out of your constricting throat but there it is. Out in the open.

Snape stares at you in disbelief. You take a shaky, deep breath and look up to meet his intense gaze.

“Stay.” You repeat, firmer this time. That expression flashes through his eyes again and after a moment of hesitation he settles down.

“U-unless I am keeping you from meeting someone. I-” You hadn’t considered why he might be here. Shit, is he on a date? And instead of that he took pity on you? Does Snape date?

He chuckles. The sound as foreign to your ears as kindness or praise from him. It goes straight to your core, and you gulp as you are violently tossed back into your old crush. That is the last thing you need now!

Imagining him doing all sorts of things to you during class was bad enough already - mainly because it really messed with your grade - but imagining them now that you are no longer his student, no longer sixteen- You blush even more as you realise that - in theory - you could do these things now.

It has been five years since you graduated, sure it is a bit weird maybe, but entirely allowed. You have not been in contact with him since graduation. He has made no inappropriate comment to you while you were his student ever- in fact he barely ever talked to you.

You feel Snape’s hot gaze burn through your skull. It’s almost like he knows. Which is entirely impossible. Or is it? He has the uncanny ability to know when students are planning mischief behind his back and such things as reading minds isn’t at all a ridiculous idea to wizards- shit.

Snape’s lips curl as you stare at him.

“Oh, yes.” His smooth voice says in your head. “I know. I know all the little fantasies you have been coming up with for years.” The colour vanishes from your face. You take a big gulp of your wine, downing the entire thing in one go to aid your suddenly parched throat. Snape swirls the wine in his glass, never taking his eyes off you.

“A-and is that some-something you’d…you’d want?” You ask. Your heart twists and turns in your chest, your insides clench almost uncomfortably. You have no idea where you take the bravery from to say it out loud.

His grin grows, his eyes darken, snapping down to the neckline of your dress. In one smooth movement he gets up and holds his hand out to you.

This is it.

The one opportunity you’d get.

You take his hand.

Your skin tingles where it touches him and a giddy feeling spreads through you.

You are going to sleep with your Potions professor. Former professor. Dark, unapproachable, cruel Snape. The man you have been fantasising about since 6th grade. The man that terrifies you as much as he intrigues you.

Together you leave the restaurant. He guides you towards an abandoned alley and lets go of your hand to snake his arm around your waist.

“Hold on tight.” He whispers in his ear. You can feel his breath on your neck and a shudder runs down your spine. You take a shaky breath and put your arms around his waist. You are swept up in his scent, musky and herbal. It clouds your mind instantly and you bite your tongue so you don’t inhale deeper just so it can flood your senses more. His magic wraps around you and you squeeze your eyes shut, waiting for the apparition to pass. You can feel the chuckle rumble through Snape’s chest before you hear it.

“Still no fan?”

“No.” You reply breathless and separate from him. He holds onto your waist, eyeing you as though he expects you to collapse. Right- You did. During Apparition training in your 7th year, you lost consciousness after your first successful attempt. He was one of the teachers overseeing the training.

You blush as the memory of how embarrassed you felt waking up in his arms, your whole year watching, resurfaces in your mind. You clear your throat and look around. You’re in Diagon Alley, not far away from the bookshop. You dig through your pocket and get out the key as you walk towards it.

You are going to have sex.

You are going to have sex with Snape. He’s walking right behind you. Nervous doesn’t even begin to cover how you feel.

“This is it.” You say and close the door behind you. Your flat looks terribly small with Snape standing in it.

“Do you still want me to stay?”

“Yes. I’m just-”

“Yes?” He steps closer.

“You intimidate me.”

“Is that a good thing? Or a bad thing?”

“Good.” You reply breathlessly. Your mind is already foggy just from him standing so close to you. His eyes roam over your face, as though he is determined to enter all its details to his memory. Your heart beats impossibly fast in your chest, smashing against your ribcage so hard you wonder whether Snape can hear it. He leans down, inky hair falling into his face, stealing your view of the room around you.

Your insides clench and scream for him to kiss you. Finally kiss you. You bite your bottom lip to stop its pathetic quivering. His scent floods your senses and briefly renders your mind nonexistent.

Snape runs his fingertips over your arm, starting at your wrist and drawing goosebumps across your naked skin, all the way up to your shoulder. Your breath hitches and you barely manage to withstand the urge to hold onto him.

“You’d have to take this off first.” He says, quiet, calm. His voice sends a shiver through your body. He drags his fingers over your shoulder to your neck. He takes the zipper and slowly pulls it down, the sound resounds in your room loud like thunder.

He barely touches your skin when he peels the straps off your shoulder and gently tugs the dress down and over your hips. It pools around your feet on the ground.

Snape takes a step back and takes in your body. You aren’t wearing a bra, you own none that would have looked good with the dress and stand in front of him only in a pair of black lace knickers.

His eyes remain as unreadable as they always are. He seems to assess your body with the same impartiality as he used to look at your potions. You shiver, cold air swirling around your heated skin, goosebumps spread across your skin and your nipples harden. Your face is burning hot though, and you barely resist the impulse of covering yourself with your arms.

Just when you begin to think this is some cruel joke, he is playing on you to embarrass you, he closes the distance between you two - too fast for your mind to catch up. He grabs your waist and smashes your body against his. His lips crash against your collarbone, his teeth graze your skin.

You gasp and sink your hands into his hair, marvelling at how soft it feels. He kisses your skin, sucks and nibbles. White hot lust seeps into your skin from the saliva he spreads across it.

He holds your waist in his surprisingly strong arms and attacks your chest, worshipping every inch of you as though you are some ancient artefact promising prosperity and luck to loyal devotees. He groans against you, and you join with a moan of yourself, arching your back, offering your chest up to him. He accepts without hesitation, with enthusiasm even. Snape licks broad, firm strokes over your exposed breast, roughly kneading the other with his hand.

His thorough attention is dizzying. Blood pounds in your ears and waves upon waves of merciless pleasure course through you, twisting your vocal cords into the strangest of sounds you have never heard yourself make.

“Are you a virgin?” He groans against your skin.

“Y-yes-” He stops, dead in his tracks. Slowly his head tilts back, his gaze snapping in on yours.

“Yes?” Hunger flashes through his eyes and he licks his lips. “How the fuck are you still a virgin?” You blush more fiercely if that is even possible. Your shrug and drops your hands to his shoulders.

“Um- nobody was ever interested in me like that.”

“You’re what? Twenty-one?”

“Twenty-two.”

“And nobody ever touched your gorgeous fucking body?” He sounds baffled, like your words are the most ridiculous thing he has ever heard.

“Touched, yes…snogging at parties in the common room and such, but-” Your voice trails off.

“You are telling me.” He says, his voice growing to untamed deep turmoil of unabashed desire and feral lust. “Nobody ever sucked on these dainty, splendid nipples?” As if to emphasise his words he closes his lips around one, holding it between his teeth and flicking his tongue over it. You whimper. Your legs shake under the weight of your own body, and you cling to his shoulders. His eyes never leave you, the weight of them heavy on you, buzzing on your skin. You throw your head back, moaning like you’ve never moaned before.

He chuckles, the vibration of it ripples through the tissue of your breast and sinks deep into your body, melting into your bones. He kisses his way back up to your collarbone and neck.

“Fools. Every single one of them that did not realise what they are missing out on.” He gently sucks on the sensitive skin in the crook of your neck. He steers you backwards until your calves meet the frame of your bed and you allow your body to fall back.

Snape kicks his shoes off and slips out of his cloak before he follows you, crawling over the bed, up your body like a predator about to devour his prey. A shiver rushes through you at that thought. Yes- you want him to devour you, to worship you, to ruin you and build you back up. He braces his arms against the mattress on either side of your head.

“And you still want me to stay?” The words fall into the space between your bodies, filled with heat and want, desire and fear, buzzing with anticipation. His eyes are softer somehow, less intense, but not less hungry. They tell you how much he wants you, craves you but also tell you he’d stop. You just need to say the word and he will leave. Without shaming you, without a cruel word or ounce of disappointment.

“Yes.”

“You want to give this first experience to me? Of all people?”

“I’ve always wanted it to be you.” Snape groans and closes his eyes. His head drops, coming to rest against your shoulder, nestling to the crook of your neck.

“Do you have any idea-” He is breathing heavy, clenching his fists in your sheets, his body one large, tensed muscle. “-what you do to me?” Before you can answer he grabs one of your hands and brings it down. He presses it against his upper thigh where his cock is very hard, straining against its confines. You gasp at which Snape smirks. He rolls his hips against your hand.

“It’s big…” You whisper, more fear mixing in with your burning arousal.

“You can take it.” He leans down. His lips brush over your cheek. “I’ll make sure of it.” His breath dances over the shell of your ear, prickling. As soon as it passes your skin feels terribly cold, like it’s never going to be warm ever again just to be replaced by burning heat. Snape drags the tip of his tongue across the shell of your ear and back down to close his lips around your earlobe.

The whimper that falls from your lips at that is more of a high pitched squeak and finally, finally he kisses you. His lips are soft like silk and warm, reminding you of a mug of butterbeer in the Three Broomsticks in winter.

You sigh and move your lips with his, threading your fingers through his hair. Despite the way he has been acting so far, he kisses you passionately, almost slow, but no less thorough.

Severus Snape is nothing if not thorough.

And he intends to savour you.

You part your lips for him, eager to move this along, eager to feel him and the pleasure he can bring you, but when it comes to actually deepening the kiss you hesitate. Snape senses your nervousness and takes over the decision making from you. The tip of his tongue meets yours and he slides it slowly over your own, easing you into the kiss and coaxing a small moan from you.

You relax against him and surrender yourself to his touch once more. You have never been kissed like this. With want and need, with passion and hunger. He maps out your mouth as though he is trying to dissect a potion he has never seen into its separate components.

His hands run over your body, your sides and stomach to your thighs. You whine at his touch and muscles twitch under your skin as if to reach out to his calloused fingers. The wool of his frock rubs against your skin when he moves. You reach out to work on the endless row of buttons but are rather abruptly interrupted by his fingers against your cunt.

A surprised, shuddering gasp escapes you and your fingers tense against his chest. Snape chuckles into the kiss, never once stopping his assault on your mouth. Playful he circles your entrance, gathering you slick and spreading it to your clit. You cling to his shoulders and push your head back into the pillows. Pressure builds deep in your cunt, and you need him to ease it- need him to- to-

“Ahh-” You cry out and dig your nails into Snape’s shoulders. Your own fingers never felt that fucking good.

“Are we enjoying ourself?” Snape teases, watching the pleasure drunk expression on your face.

“Mhh…Snape-” You buck your hips into his hand. “Please- fuck me-”

“Patience, dear. I told you I would make sure you can take me.” He teases your entrance with a finger, coating it in your slick and then gently pushes inside you. “I will fuck you. I will fuck you so well nobody will ever compare to me, but first I’ll stretch this virgin cunt because as you so eloquently put it - It’s big.”

“There was this rumour back in school-” You murmur, blissful pleasure clouding your mind and rendering it utterly useless. “-that- that….oohhh-”

“That I’m a virgin?” He smirks. He pumps his finger inside you, curling it and pressing upwards slightly and a flash of searing pleasure explodes inside your cunt, and you squirm under him, rolling your hips into his touch to get more more more. “Does it feel like I am? Like I’ve never touched a woman?”

“Snape-”

“Dear, believe me, I know your body better than you.” You want to get offended by that statement. What a man thing to say but then Snape does something with his finger, twisting and curling at the same time or something else, interrupting your thoughts harshly with another mind-blowing ripple of pleasure.

Snape adds a second finger, stretching you carefully and kissing you the entire time, then a third. You are hot all over. Sweat clings to you like a second layer of skin. You are shivering from unfulfilled need and the steadily building pressure deep in your cunt just outside of Snape’s reach.

It builds and builds, beyond anything you were ever able to do to yourself and you have no idea how it keeps building and where all this pressure goes because the thought of it all staying confined in you is absurd!

You whine at the loss of his touch and buck your hips in a futile attempt of stopping his fingers from leaving you. Snape looks very fucking smug, but you are to wound up and needy to even care.

He watches you squirm, your slickness dripping off his fingers. He traces your lips with his ring finger, spreading your own arousal over them. You are too far gone to really care. Your tongue darts out and licks your lips clean, accepting his finger into your mouth. You suck his fingers clean, one after another, Snape’s dark eyes never leaving you.

“What a good girl.” He coos. His voice rolls over your skin and sinks into your body, causing your insides to clench.

You watch Snape undo the rest of the buttons and toss the black frock away. He opens his belt, the quiet clink of the buckle echoes in your mind. You’re about to see Snape’s prick. Snape just fingered you. You’ve been kissing Snape!

Your heart beats faster, like a hummingbird forced to forever fly on the spot in a too small cage. Anticipation takes your breath away and impossibly so, more slickness rushes to your entrance. Every second he takes to open his trousers feels like another fire being lit on your skin.

He slides a hand in his pants and now you are sure he is doing it to see you squirm because who moves that slow?

You let out an impatient whine and squirm, bucking your hips to grind against him.

“So impatient.” He chuckles and finally, finally frees his prick.

It’s big is a pretty accurate description, you don't know what Snape has against your eloquence. Jesus fuck, is another option but you doubt Snape would find that more eloquent.

His plush, purple cockhead is already leaking pre-cum. Snape mutters an incantation, you recognise as a contraception spell, before aligning himself with you.

“Don’t worry, dear.” He coos. “I’ll be gentle. Just relax.” You try. You really try, but Snape has your nerve endings running in circles, screaming, while on fire. Stop, drop and roll is not an option that they can think of, mainly because thinking is quite difficult when on fire.

He pushes against you, and you tense further. Snape rubs your thigh, and you take a deep breath and try to relax your muscles. Slowly, inch after thick inch Snape enters you. Beads of sweat collect on his forehead from the strain of going slow. Inch after inch of your tight channel is mercilessly forced to yield to his girth, stretching you open with a small sting.

Snape grunts and sinks into you to the hilt, sacking above you to give you time to adjust and also catch his breath.

You are so bloody full. How he isn’t ripping you open is a miracle to you. Your knuckles are white from holding onto his arms. The muscles in your thighs quiver. You give tentatively rolls of your hips, earning a low groan from Snape another wave of deep pleasure.

“You’re breathing really hard.” He mutters into your ear. “I like that - keep working so hard for me, dear.” Snape’s thrusts are long and controlled, massaging your inner walls and hitting just the right spots. You are reduced to a pathetic, needy moaning puddle of bliss and want.

Snape isn’t doing too much better. His breathing is heavy and loud right next to your ear which drives you deeper and deeper into your trance-like state of ecstatic bliss. His rhythm falters more than once and his groans take on an animalistic edge.

“So tight.” He grunts and drives back into you. “Just for me-”

“Snape!”

“That’s right. Saved yourself for me, didn’t you, dear?”

“Idiot.” You laugh against his jaw.

“No need to play shy - you can tell me.” Snape smirks and leans his forehead against yours. “I won’t tell anyone, I swear.” He snaps his hips forward, hitting that spot with more force than before and your breath gets stuck in your throat. You tense and convulse, somehow simultaneously. Snape grunts when you clench around him and your inner walls spasm.

“Keep coming- keep fucking coming for me!” He reaches between your bodies and rubs your clit. A violent wave of pleasure smacks you right in the face and you scream in pleasure. Snape whispers reverent praise and fucks you through your release, coming shortly after with a long groan inside you.

Sweaty, sticky and spent you collapse on the bed, both trying to catch your breath. Snape runs his hand over your thigh absentmindedly. His cum slowly leaks out of you. Your eyelids are heavy. A heavy blanket of bliss and contentment settles over you.

“Thank you.” You whisper into the silence of your flat.

“Whatever for?” He chuckles next to you.

“It was nice.” You shrug.

“Well, I should be thanking you for even letting me touch you.”

“Let’s thank each other.”

“Fine.” You stay there a while longer, but eventually Snape disentangles himself from you and gets up to get dressed.

Lying on your side with your sheets pulled up to cover your still shaking body you watch him.

“You know-” He says but stops himself, a frown appearing on his face. “A career isn’t the only thing to measure how accomplished or fulfilled one’s life is. Your friends might think their jobs are great now, but in ten, twenty years they’ll realise they have never lived a day in their life. This job…” He looks around the flat. “It seems pretty comfortable to me. It seems to give you the freedom to do whatever you want. Create art or music, write, research or go to university. You can do whatever you want - fuck what other people think. Not everybody dreams of labour.”

“What if I’m not good enough?” Snape fastens his cloak. He looks up. His eyes seem heavy with a burden you can’t quite understand. The corner of his mouth twitches and perhaps for the first time in the years you have known him you see him smile.

“I think you can achieve anything you put your mind to. And either way. How will you know if you never try? The day will come you’ll regret having allowed your fear to hold you back.” His cloak billows behind him when he turns to leave. His hand already on the doorknob he stops.

“I hope you find happiness.”

“I hope you find happiness too, Professor.”

“For some of us it’s too late.” And with those words he disappears into the darkness of the night.

Three weeks later Albus Dumbledore is murdered by Severus Snape.

| Part 2 |

#snape x reader #snape x you #snape x y/n #severus snape smut #snapedom #pro snape #dividers by cafekitsune

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𝓓𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓼 & 𝓕𝓪𝓷 𝓓𝓮𝓽𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓿𝓮𝓼

jenna ortega x g!poc

summary: jah submits a demo. jenna gets questioned by hudson. fans start to piece things together

warnings: mature language

a/n: I want to quit my job 🙂. I wish we got paid to write fanfiction. I walked 14,987 steps in one single shift

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@modernbussywhip: AIGHT I NEED EVERYONE TO SHUT THE FUCK UP AND PAY ATTENTION TO ME

@ghostridingwhip: aggressive for wat tho?

@modernbussywhip: SSSHHHHHH I HAVE NEW INFO BOUT JAH'S MYSTERY GIRL! I have two potential candidates and please note that one of them is a little bit of a surprise

@highondatgreen: i thought it was clear that I'm Jah's girl

@ghostridingwhip: @highondatgreen whatever u smoke...slide some over here

@ghostridingwhip: @modernbussywhip who are the candidates 👀

@modernbussywhip: ALRIGHT CLASS IS IN SESSION. Now like I said i have two candidates but it could be more cuz we all know Jah is a hoe...a respectable one tho but i digress.

@modernbussywhip: CANDIDATE NUMERO UNO: Stacey Vernon, a popular social media influencer on TikTok. She has a twin sister Diana and with Davis, they all attended school together (as she has mentioned in a TikTok video). They were together at Stacey's birthday party not too long ago and even though Jah shut the rumors down of them being together...we never know when it comes to Shiesty.

@fnthechat: geeeeezzzzz if this Jah's girl....

@behindthespecialk: I love jah but there's no way jah bagged her

@shiestylover: @behindthespecialk: whoa whoa not u doubting my girl's ability to bag bad bitches. you must not seen her roster 😏

@behindthespecialk: HOW?!?! @sheistylover

@shiestylover: she just built like that 😏

@modernbussywhip: LMAOOO while we can admire the untouchable rizz Jah has later....we should move on to candidate numero dos because this one...is a little out there but plausible.

@modernbussywhip: CANDIDATE NUMERO DOS: we all know her, we all love her and it's Miss Jenna Ortega. Now now now before everyone start think pieces just look at my evidence ok come come....evidence number one back when the Scream 6 premiere happened Jah accompanied Davis to it. I'm 95% sure that's where they first met because Jah didn't go to Canada while Davis was filming Scream 6. 1/4

@modernbussywhip: we all saw jenna appear in Jah's vlog...the eye contact, the sexual tension, everything was there between them. But fast forward a couple of hours later, a fan posted a pic with jenna who was at a restaurant and in the pic u can see a tattooed arm and it's the same tattoos Jah has! 2/4

@modernbussywhip: CONTINUE TO WALK WITH ME! Fast forward more, they follow each other on Instagram and as a jenna fan also...that girl avoids that app like the bubonic plague EXCEPT for when Jah posts...every single post of jah has a jenna like...i don't think jenna even likes her mother's posts so for her to only be on Instagram liking Jah's posts....my spidey senses are tingling 3/4

@modernbussywhip: ALMOST DONE! now we always mess with jah on her Reddit so lately it's been nothing but pics and edits of jenna on it...NOT ONCE has she told anyone to stop sending pics and edits of jenna. AND every time she looks at one...her eyes lights up and she starts to smile and blush! Plus after the Met Gala, Jenna stayed in New York...why did she stay in New York?? Jenna's from Cali across the fucking country and she was seen around the Bronx area....YALL NOT FOOLING ME! 4/4

@fnthechat: if jah managed to bag the baddiest scream queen in existence...imma need her to write a book about how to generate THAT much rizz

@ghostridingwhip: fr...that's like level 100 rizz...past Duke Dennis level of rizz

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"Man this is the fucking FIFTH studio I called today and none of them got availability tonight" You groaned out of frustration.

"Why you wait until the last minute to call these studios?" Delyse questioned.

"Well I just signed up for the contest. It was a spur of the moment thing I didn’t really think it through." You said.

Delyse hummed in response and turned her attention back to the food on the stove.

"We can see if Kenny still got his home studio. I think he still live on 33rd" Davis said.

"Bet let's go. We'll be back Ma" You said to your mother and left with Davis.

"You got a song you gonna record?" Davis asked.

"Yeah I wrote it a long time ago. I made the beat and everything" You smiled.

Soon the two of you made it to Kenny's house. You walk into the building and climb up the three flights of stairs, remembering that his elevator never worked. You got to his door and knocked on it.

You waited patiently and slightly out of breath. You knocked again, "Yo Kenny it's me Jah."

Suddenly, the door was ripped opened and a furious looking woman stood there with a crying baby on her hip.

"Uh is Kenny here?" You asked.

The woman laughed sadistically, "Of course you're looking for Kenny. Kenny left four months ago with a skank from Brooklyn."

You and Davis looked at each other stuck on what to say.

"Um...you don't happen to still have his studio equipment?" You asked carefully.

"Nope. I burned it. I burned everything of his" The woman replied.

"Okay thanks" You both gave her a small smile and walked away from Kenny's former apartment. The two of you left the building with you feeling utterly defeated.

"What the fuck am I gonna do? I have to submit this demo by 11:59 tonight" You sighed.

"Don't stress bruh we gon' figure something out. Trust" Davis reassured you. You nodded and took a deep breath in to calm your body down.

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London, England

1:23 am

Jenna had just got to her temporary home after a long day of filming. She was exhausted and was glad she had the day off so she can rest properly. She pulled her shoes off and placed her purse on the table.

Just as she was about to sit on the couch, a knock is at her door.

She internally screams before she walks to the door and opens it to reveal Hudson.

Jenna sighed, "What do you want Hudson?"

"I...just wanted to check in on you. I know you've been working hard which could be harmful to the baby" Hudson said nervously.

"Now you care about me and my baby" Jenna said and raised her eyebrow in suspicious at the boy.

"I always cared about you Jenna. If I didn't I wouldn't be here right now" Hudson replied.

"If you cared about me you wouldn't have told my family about me being pregnant. That wasn't something someone who cared about me would do" Jenna said and crossed her arms over her chest.

"You're right. I shouldn't have done that, it wasn't my place to do that and I sincerely apologize" Hudson said.

Jenna hummed in response, not really believing his words.

Hudson sighed and scratched the back of his neck, "I truly am sorry and I regret doing it. I just...I just wanted to check on you after everything that happened with Neil on the plane."

At the mention of the male, Jenna tensed. She was doing good with pushing him out of her thoughts. Instead, choosing to focus on her filming. She couldn't and won't let him control her...not anymore. She deserved to be happy.

"I'm fine. I'll handle it" Jenna lied.

Hudson opened his mouth to say something but decided against it after seeing the look on her face.

"Okay...I'll uh...see you tomorrow" Hudson said and walked away from her door. Jenna shut the door after he left and sat on her couch. She was stressed and that wasn't good for her or the baby...she needed to relieve some stress.

Hollywood 🤰🏻:

i need help

NYC 🩵:

with 👀

Hollywood 🤰🏻:

im stressed

NYC 🩵:

well taking deep breaths and meditating i heard is a good source of stress relief

Hollywood 🤰🏻:

NYC 🩵:

was that not the right thing to do?

Hollywood 🤰🏻:

nope

NYC 🩵:

ah shit

WAIT

😏😏😏😏😏😏

i know what u want

🤤🤤🤤 vegan food looks bomb don't ya agree

Hollywood 🤰🏻:

I hate you with everything in me 😂

NYC 🩵:

💀💀💀 wym? wat i do? is that not right also?!?

Hollywood 🤰🏻:

you know that's not what i want

NYC 🩵:

what u want then

Hollywood 🤰🏻:

you know

NYC 🩵:

i dont know ms ortega

not a mind reader

use your words

A chill went through Jenna's body as she read the message, imagining you actually saying those words to her...under different circumstances.

Hollywood 🤰🏻:

don't say that

it makes it harder when you say things like that

NYC 🩵:

😂😂😂😂

ain't it like almost 2 am or something over there

Hollywood 🤰🏻:

no...

NYC 🩵:

nice try

go to sleep

goodnight my honey bunches of oats 😘🥰

Hollywood 🤰🏻:

you're annoying 😒

Jenna groaned and placed her phone down next to her. She needed to eat, shower, and sleep. But before she could even attempt to start, her phone dinged again. She grabbed it and opened the message from you, she took a sharp inhale of air.

NYC 🩵:

word?

*attachment: 1 image*

It was picture of you in the mirror with your head titled to the side and tongue stretched out your mouth. Your tongue was naturally long, almost reaching to your chin. But what also caught her eyes was your hand placement which was grabbing your genitalia through your gray sweatpants. That's all Jenna needed.

Hollywood 🤰🏻:

i take back what i said

🤰🏻🩵

You laughed at Jenna's message and fixed yourself before walking out the bathroom. You and Davis got back to your Mother's house defeated from the lack of progress in finding a studio.

You don't know how you were going to finished this demo and submit it in 4 hours.

A knock at the door grabbed your attention, you watched as your mother walks to the door and cracks it open.

"Hey Leon" Delyse smiled brightly at the sight of the man.

"Hey Del, how you doing?" Leon gave her a smile back.

"I'm good just cooking for these clingy kids" Delyse answered and opened the door wider for Leon to see you and Davis.

"Hey Mr. Greenhill" You and Davis simultaneously greeted the older man. Leon chuckled and waved at them.

"Oh I knew I smelled something delicious. Man I missed smelling your cooking reminds me of the old days" Leon flattered.

Delyse let out a little giggle, "Yeah the old days."

The two adults stood in the doorway looking at each other basking in the comfortable silence. Meanwhile, you and Davis looked at each other before looking back at the older adults.

"I...uh just wanted to stop by and say hello. I don't wanna intrude anymore than I already have" Leon smiled at Delyse.

"No, no, no intruding...do you want a plate?" Delyse boldly asked.

It took a moment for Leon to come up with a response but eventually he did, "Uh yeah sure."

The older gentleman walked into the house and Delyse closed the door behind him. Leon pulled off his cap and held it in his hands. He sat next to you at the end of the table.

"How you guys doing?" Leon politely said to you and Davis.

"Eh" You shrugged.

"Eh? Why eh?" Leon questioned.

"Jah signed up for this music competition. Winner gets a five million dollar record deal with Passion Records. The contestants must submit a demo by 11:59 p.m tonight but we haven't found a studio all week" Davis explained.

"And I tried recording it on my phone but the audio is all grainy and hard to hear" You sighed.

"Hmm...can you sing the song you are going to submit?" Leon questioned.

You and Davis glanced at each other again but Davis just shrugged. You scrolled to the notes app and pulled the beat of the song you are going to use.

"Rollin' through with stacks, it's easy, money rainin' down, just like a storm, I got the riches-" You get interrupted by Leon pausing the beat on your phone.

"No" Leon said.

"No? What you mean no? It's a good song" You scoffed.

"Yeah for the early 2015 era when singing about money like that could get you hits. It's 2023 now, people want to hear something different something unique. If I was a judge and I heard that...I would think you're just hopping on the trendy music hoping for yours to be the hit. But you don't realize that everyone is thinking the same thing as you. The only way for you to be looked at twice is if you stand out. Let the lyrics come from within you, come from your heart" Leon explained to you.

Delyse then comes from the kitchen with a plastic bag with aluminum foiled wrapped plates inside.

"Here you go" Delyse smiled and handed Leon the bag.

"Thank you. I really appreciate this Delyse" Leon smiled at her grateful. He stood up from the table and grabbed his cap.

"Once you find those lyrics, come and find me on Southern BLVD but hurry though you got four hours left" Leon said and left the house.

Meanwhile, you sat stuck at the dining room table. Replaying the words Leon said, basically calling your song shit. It stung but deep down you knew he was right. The song didn't feel like you, it felt like a 14 year old wrote it and it wasn't your style.

You glanced at the clock on the wall as you grabbed a pen and paper. 7:48 p.m. Your eyes then glanced down to your phone and an unopened message from Jenna.

Hollywood 🤰🏻:

you have to be the greatest partner alive 😏

"Have to be..." You muttered to yourself. Instantly, your hand starts to move by itself as you write down the lyrics to your new song.

Let the lyrics come from your heart.

🤰🏻🩵

Two hours later, you finally finished and made your way to Southern BLVD with Davis tagging along.

"Why Southern BLVD though? What's here besides crackheads and prostitutes?" Davis commented.

The two of you continued walking down the block until you start to hear the sound of music. The closer you got to the corner, the louder and clearer the music became. It was street drummers and Leon was in the middle of them playing the electric guitar. You and Davis watched in amazement as he kept up with the drummers until they finished their last cord together.

The small amount of people that were gathered applauded them and a couple gave a few dollars before walking away.

"Yo I ain't know you could play the guitar Mr. Greenhill" Davis said.

Leon chuckled, "I'm a man with many talents son." The older male turned to you.

"I'm assuming you got something better with you this time" Leon teased.

You laughed, "Yeah I do. Wrote it from the heart like you said."

"Alright, well you better warm up that voice. You got a song to perform" Leon smiled and patted your back.

"Wait what? Right now? In public?" You questioned.

"Uh yeah. You need to submit that demo in two hours. I checked to see if you submit a live version of your demo and it said you could so get a move on" Leon said and stepped to the side.

"I don't got a beat though I just have the lyrics" You said. You were really trying your hardest not to perform in front of people severely underprepared.

"Don't worry about that" Leon said and placed the guitar over his shoulder.

Leon then played a cord on the guitar, soon the bucket drummer started feeling the vibe and matched the cord Leon was playing. Then you heard someone sweeping from behind you, it surprisingly also matched with everyone. You start to nod your head, feeling the rhythm and you grabbed the beat up microphone from the ground.

Davis pulled out his phone to start recording you.

"Can't wait for you to get home, we ain't got to go nowhere. Airplane on my phone, it can wait til the morning. I can't fathom why you choose me out billions but I'll take it" You sung. You felt your eyes close as you got lost into the music.

Soon, you finished off the song to a large crowd cheering and clapping at your performance.

"I told you let the lyrics come from your heart. You made magic tonight Jah, take pride of your work" Leon educated you.

You nodded at him and walked over to Davis who was fiddling with his phone.

"And submitted" Davis smiled at you as he submitted the demo on the competition website.

"Hard part is over for now. Now we wait" You exhaled deeply.

a/n: if you put a buck in my cup I will shut the fuck up… but you ain’t gotta be a baller to give me a motherfucking dollar…

taglist: @grandpatrolnut @raven-ss @fanboy7794 @morganismspam23 @cinffy23 @darklron @cheesybacon1 @octavias-next-meat-bite @playboysaleen @niqmandu @zaclewiss @yescruzzzzzzz @silentfor @gemz5 @alwaysdangerouschild @onceblinkarmyandmore @melonfruit442 @zataracloud @nepobaby08 @jennasslut @rimaybank @jaewu @j3nc0re @fillthwvoid

#jenna ortega #jenna ortega x reader #nycxhollywood #g!p reader #jenna marie ortega #jenna ortega x oc #jenna ortega x black!reader #jenna ortega x you #Spotify

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hearts4golbach · 3 months

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The Night Shift.

chapter 3.

Johnnie Guilbert x Fem!Reader.

The party was at 5, so I made sure to wake up at 3 to get ready. I dug through my closet, romaging around the very bottom drawer where I put the shit I don't wear anymore. I eventually found the dress I wore to homecoming my senior year. To say it was slutty would be an understatement. I was against wearing it at first, but why not go into the new year with a bang. Ew, I hate that. 'with a bang.' whatever. I slipped on the dress and it fit better than it used to.

I did my usual makeup, just adding eyeliner and darker lipstick to match the dress. I pulled out my phone and texted johnnie.

y/n: ready when you are

johnnie: alr, me and Jake should be on our way soon I think, idk

y/n: lol ok just lmk when you're here

johnnie: ofc :))

I slipped on the beat up converse I've been wearing since middle school and waited in the living room for them to get here. I was a little nervous for the party.

my phone dinged.

johnnie: herrrreeeeee

I read his message and ran out the front door.

Who I assumed was Jake sat in the front seat, while Johnnie leaned against the car facing me. "hey." I smiled.

his eyes grazed over my whole body. "you look really good."

"thank you." I smiled, tilting my head down towards him. he was wearing a pair of ripped, black skinny jeans with a white button up that he didn't tuck in. Something clicked in me, maybe because he was wearing something other than pajama pants, but I shoved that feeling down.

he smiled sweetly and opened the backdoor for me. I hopped in and was quickly followed by johnnie. "Damn, Johnnie, leaving me to sit in the back of my car with a pretty girl."

"shut the fuck up, fuck face." he rolled his eyes.

"sorry, we've never really met. I'm jake." He reached over the seat and stuck out his hand.

I shook it. "I'm y/n. it's really great to meet you. Johnnie has talked about you."

"yeah, talked shit." Johnnie joked.

"Johnnie has talked about you too." Jake replied nonchalantly. Johnnie's gaze quickly met Jake's. He gave him the death stare before returning to his phone.

"you've never been to a party?" Jake asked me, beginning to drive off of my street.

"yeah, my parents kind of kept me locked in a cage my whole life." I looked out the window, watching as snow began to fall to the ground. The bright white snow contrasted against the dark sky, making it extremely visible.

"you're going to have the night of your life." Jake said with a southern accent.

I turned to look at johnnie, who was still on his phone. I admired the way his dark makeup contrasted against his pale skin. ill admit, he was just as gorgeous as the snow. I smiled slightly to myself before responding to Jake, mimicking his accent. "Let's hope so, little missy."

johnnie looked up at me with a goofy smile on his face. he had a certain look in his eye that I couldn't quite read. my stomach errupted with butterflies. I was usually able to read anyone, it didn't matter if I knew them or not. Johnnie was different, and it was confusing.

Jake had turned up the radio and I looked back out the window, racking my brain for what that look was for. was it because I was being funny? was I getting along with Jake more than he liked? was he happy I was getting along with jake? I came up with every possible answer, but none made sense. whether positive or negative, why would he look at me like that?

we eventually arrived at the party, parking down the street from the house. "I'm going straight for the drinks." I commented. "I will never be the one to turn down free alcohol."

"I second that." Jake said, sticking up his pointer finger and pursing his lips.

loud music radiated from the house. it was still decorated for Christmas. lights were strung all over the house while the roof held a porcelain Santa and reindeer.

I grabbed Johnnie's arm. "Look! no one told me Santa was still in town!" I made a shocked face.

he began to jump up and down. "oh my god, Santa! Jake, it's my dad!" he said in a childlike voice.

"you're finally reunited!" Jake patted his back, making two rough slapping sounds.

we waited on the doorstep while Jake was talking to someone out on the yard. "it's nice seeing you not so stressed because of your job."

"I guess I do seem pretty stressed." I admitted. "but I do love my job."

"still, I've never seen you in something other than jeans and a t-shirt with an apron." he smiled.

"well, I've never seen you in anything other than pajama pants. you look very-" I paused, thinking of a not so obvious word to describe him. "good. sorry, I'm not the best with compliments."

"it's the thought that counts." he playfully nudged me.

"A for effort, I guess." I rolled my eyes at him.

"those shoes look like they've been through hell and back." he looked down before making eye contact with me again.

"I mean, technically they were. I wore them in middle school." I kicked a rock out from under my foot.

"I dropped out in middle school." he snickered as Jake walked up to us.

"Sorry, guys. the ladies love me."

"I'm sure they do, jake." I replied sarcastically.

#fanfiction #fanfic #johnnie guilbert x you #johnnie guilbert x reader #jake and johnnie #johnnie guilbert #the night shift #cafe aesthetic #cafe

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icarus-star · 9 months

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I loved your hc of Charlie's reaction to the “i <3 pathetic boys” shirts, etc! Could you please write a part 2 of the reader fvcking/edging him and degrading him? (and him enjoying it ofc) skdjsj thank youu

literal legend pt.2 | charlie walker <3

pt.1

a/n: creative... 👀 this is literally so much longer than i intended it to be 😭 i also sprinkled in over stimulating near the end and probably a bunch of stuff.... enjoy

@that-one-persons-posts

18+ content ahead, pure and absolute filth!!please don't read unless your comfortable with that!!

ok, you two got paired up for a group project, and both decided to head to his place after school that day to start it

so you head over with him after the school day ends, wearing your 'i ❤ submissive men' t-shirt :3

he's trying to not pay any attention to it, but he's getting curious as to why you own so many shirts like that

so he asks you, and you tell him that they're all just stating facts about what you like 🤷‍♂️

he nods, trying to forget about it

but he can't

all he can think about is you toying with him, making him feel like he's as worthless bug and all that <3

so, you two get to his house, go up in his room and start working on whatever the project might be

a couple hours go by, you slowly inched closer to him as time went by

he didn't notice at first, but when he looked up to check the time and you were right in front of him, he was a lil bit confused

he's all blushy n shit too 🤭

"wh-what are you doing..?"

he'd ask you that when you move your hand to his upper thigh, giggling a little as you tell him that you know that he touches himself to the thought of you fucking his brains out

you ask him to confirm that for you, and you watch as he nervously gulps down his saliva and slowly nods his head

of course, that wasn't good enough, so you tell him to use his words

"yes.. i- i do, touch myself when i think of you.."

that resulted in much more than he anticipated

now, he's laying naked on his bed, your sitting beside him in only your bra and underwear jerking him off and absolutely refusing to let him cum even once

"ah ah ah~ please.. please let me cum! i- ahn~!! please? i'll- i'll be a good boy~!"

he's whining and whimpering the entire time, he will not shut up

which is good! he might even be doing it on purpose because he remembered what all your slutty baby-tees said!

which is what he would say if asked, his dick is actually just super sensitive

especially the tip! which you found out quickly when you decide to wrap your lips around it to tease him

bonus point if your wearing lipstick and kiss his cock, or just kiss his cock in general he's so weak for that

you've been stroking and teasing his dick for over an hour now, he's crying and your calling him your stupid boy slut, how endearing 🤗

his brain his so mushy right now, all he can do is repeat you

"ah~ fuck.. mmn? yeah, i'm your bitch! uh huh.. ah~!! a whore, just for you ma'am!"

than, he's about to cum for maybe the 5th or 6th time, and of course you don't let him

he can't help but whine when you pull your hand away, his cock needs you! :(

then you do something he didn't expect, you stripped completely, taking off your underwear and bra, then straddling his lap

you kiss him, keeping his moans muffled as you sink down onto his dick, your cunt wet and tight around his throbbing boner

you move away from the kiss, starting to bounce on his cock, just silently whining his name so that he can barely hear you

he wants to touch you and buck his hips up so badly, but you already had established that he'd be teased even more for that

he's 100× louder now that his cocks in your pussy instead of your hands, he literally cannot comprehend how good you feel

because of all the edging earlier, he cums quicker than he should

this time you let him, having him cum inside of you, of course thats after a little while of him begging to cum and you agreeing, but only if he cums inside of you

"c- can i cum? oh.. please! i needa cum.. in you? ah-! yes ma'am, anything~!!"

omg. and the face and sounds he makes when he cums? heavenly.

his eyes are rolling into the back of his head, his mouth wide as he's practically screaming your name

and his hips are subconsciously bucking and grinding against yours

but oh no, we're not done

you didn't cum yet, so your gonna keep riding him :3

he keeps letting out these breathless little whimpers every single time you sink back down onto him

he literally cannot think straight, his brain is so fuzzy from you edging him for over an hour and then immediately going to over stimulate him

he can't muster up a single word, he's just mumbling and whining

you probably end up making him cum a whole bunch of times, each orgasm more intense than the last

it's great for both of you, he's absolutely filling you up with every bit of cum he has

by the end, it's pretty late and he's so fucked out, his brains on autopilot and he asks if you'd like to stay the night

but please give him a little while to like, catch his breath and stuff

#rory culkin #i ❤ rory culkin #rory culkin x reader #charlie walker #scream 4 #rory culkin smut #scre4m #charlie walker headcanons #charlie walker smut #charlie walker x reader

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hungriestheidi · 1 month

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For the au headcannon game can you do young parents galex au ??

send me an au and i’ll give you 5+ headcanons a short ficlet about it <3

*waves hands* i really like this premise, i made myself cry thinking about a long winding plot involving it, but for now have whatever this ended up being!

George misses the tube for a split second. He stops dead in his tracks a few centimetres off the gap as the doors slam shut and the formation gets moving. He takes a glance at his watch, shaking his arm to push it from under his sweater. Ok, he still has twenty minutes. George takes a deep breath, buys a bottle of water on his way out of the station and prepares mentally to run a marathon across the city in the quickest time possible.

Avoiding an old lady and a fruit stall, two cars almost run him over, he has to stop for a moment to take his breath, then keeps pushing past lines of people, cars and others forms of being yelling not so nice expletives at him when he makes contact with elbows, shoulders or bag.

When he arrives, just six minutes past 1pm, George takes a deep breath and crouches by the school’s gates. He takes account of himself, backpack, watch, phone in the front pocket of his trousers, oyster card, hair stuck to his forehead, matted and gross, mouth dry and lungs burning like hell. Behind the gates, he spots the kind teacher with the floppy blonde hair and Abbi, sitting over her little backpack, probably crushing what remains of her lunch and her water bottle.

“Hi daddy!” She yells as soon as she spots him. The lovingly crafted double ponytail George had painstakingly worked to get at even height is now sitting in perpendicular lines, one closer to her neck than to the top of her hair, and there is a little paint splat marking on the bottom of her uniform. Alright. Could be worse.

“Hi Abbi,” he says, exhaling through a smile as he gives the teacher an apologetic look and a short explanation of the hazardous run he did to reach her.

They take their leave in the train just shy of 1:30pm, Abbi sitting on his lap as she tells the events of her morning in school. She’s turning seven in under a month and George feels exhausted but so gratified whenever he gets to see her beautiful smile, gap tooth and all, glow in the shitty light of the tube.

“Is Alex going to make food?” Abbi asks, despite she having already had a meal, she had a bento box in her backpack, but it was only half eaten so George supposes it’s fair she’s hungry.

“If you ask nicely, maybe,” he responds, pressing a kiss to the top of her hair.

George started dating Alex when Abbi was nearly two years old. It was almost immediately clear that Alex felt an unparalleled fondness for the little girl, buying her clothes and toys, taking her by the hand when George had busy hands, taking her out of the house on days when George was stressing over work and life in general, trying to make ends meet. By the time she turned four they were living together under the same room in a small house not too far from the Seven Sisters tube station, Alex insisting his house was so boring and empty and George and Abbi could bring some life to it.

Now there is a wall covered with portraits they have taken over the years, the markings of each of Abbi’s birthdays littering the lower part of the kitchen’s door frame, George spilled wine they haven’t quite managed to get off the carpet of the bedroom that one night Alex suggested they could tie the knot, a new shelf filled with George’s design books, Abbi’s bedtime stories, Alex’s spice collection in a small cupboard just shy of Abbi’s snacks and George’s gym supplements.

George puts Abbi on top of his shoulders the moment they make it out of the station. The sky is a bit grey, but what’s new in London? Out across the street, he spots a familiar face, with a puffy winter jacket and a lollipop.

“Alex!” Abbi screams, so loud it makes George’s drums cry out in pain.

Alex waves at them and crosses the street, picking Abbi off George’s shoulders and giving her a big, crushing bear hug that makes the little girl shriek and laugh. When he puts her down, holding her little hand ever so tightly, he leans over to George.

“Rough day at the office, I reckon?”

And, yeah, George looks a bit of a mess, sweaty and smelly.

“Sort of,” he says, sighing dramatically. Alex puts a hand on his sticky face, leans in close and presses their lips together in the lightest but no less filled with sentiment of kisses.

“I made some grilled pork, maybe that’ll cheer you up.”

George smiles. Yeah, that’ll do it.

#anonyme #fic asks #galex #i really think i could go insane and write like a good long fic about this #but first the other fic needs to get done lol

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riotlain · 1 year

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HII been looking at ur content for a while /pos and love it sm especially bcz u write for male reader 🫶 that being said can i get billy / stu (poly or seperate! anything is okay ^^) with FTM s/o who’s a little ditzy? if your uncomfy with that it’s completely fine!

meow i unintentionally made reader a bit of a bimbo/himbo guy

like instead of a little they a bit mad ditzy💀💀 mb

im sorry this feels short😭😭

THIS IS A NWLNW BLOG!! WOMEN DNI

Poly Ghostface

Honestly they just like the fuck with you at this point

Like your reactions make them laugh

“What's your favourite scary movie?” "Well I've always enjoyed the Halloween movies. But also the one with Chucky is fun to watch! Omg Jason is probably one of my favs too. blah blah blah-"

They find it funny to sneak into your house and rearrange your shit. Bc then you look silly to them when your running around looking for whatever youre missing

At school they probably eventually get you to hang with them

Randy doesnt really like you. He says youd be one of the first to do in a horror movie bc if your behavior

"Girls like you would die first or second in the movie!" "Im not a girl so it cancels out"

ANYWAYS SKIP TO YALL 3 ACTUALLY DATING

They tried to keep the whole ghostface thing a secret from you but you found out

You end up finding their ghostface stuff on accident and when you ask it kinda shocks them💀

"Soo like I kinda know you 2 are behind the whole Ghostface stuff. LIKE I DONT REALLY CARE! But just wanted to let yall know🤭🤭"

If you take T (shot kind for this idk if theres others really) they help you with the shots

If you hate needles they try to talk you through it but Stu sucks at it💀💀

"And then BAM! The couple got cut by Jason!" "Stu, shut the hell up."

Stu Macher

Stu was interested in you first

You were in a few of a his classes and he saw you in the halls alot

He noticed your habit of tripping over nothing, rambling a bit too much, or dropping stuff you were holding

He could tell you were probably not the brightest person ever but he still fell hard for you

That led to him talking (going on long rants) to Billy about you

He invites you over alot

Doesnt mind you talking and asking questions during movies

Loves when you cling to him when anything scary happens

Man finds you so cute! (in a probably pathetic way but anyways)

Loves to scare you

Stu just loves to see you jump away like a scared cat ok!

Billy Loomis

Heard about you from Stu and decided to check you out (stare at menacingly from afar)

You probably noticed he makes it a bit obvious

He likes that you talk to your friends about him alot

"Omg that guy keeps staring at me! He's kinda cute. A bit scary though."

You somehow didn't know who he was

He's the one to make the calls as Ghostface to your place

Stu would be the one to chase you around but that usually doesn't happen since you'd go on long tangents about whatever

Also finds you cute in a pathetic way

Has he killed people who dared make fun of you for being trans? Yes. Definitely. Absolutely

#slashers #slashers x reader #stu macher #billy loomis #scream 1996 #stu macher x male reader #billy loomis x male reader #billy loomis x reader #stu macher x reader #slashers x ftm reader #slashers x male reader #scream

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millenialfanfictionaddiction · 1 year

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Being Inarizaki's Manager:

Atsumu Rejects Miss Manager and Regrets It

Atsumu Miya featuring Inarizaki x Fem! Manager

Warnings: Angst to fluff, Swearing, the sting of rejection (sadness, crying, loss of appetite)

A/N: This is an Anon request! Now I'm in an angst mood and who better to fulfill all my angst dreams than my bestie Sumu 🥰

We are going to start this one a little differently 😏

Change is good people 👏🏻

You've been Inarizaki's Manager for almost 2 years now

You started your first year mainly because you were friends with the twins, Suna and Ginjima

They wanted a manager, you needed a club

It was literally a match made in heaven 😍

You've been friends with the twins for a while now, since you were kids

And you've always had a little crush on Atsumu

Honestly YN, Osamu is RIGHT THERE 🙄

But whatever 😒

Sumu was your chosen love

You had always admired him for his ability to dedicate so much time to his skills

He was a solid friend and always had your back

So when you went to high-school, it wasn't a surprise that you started to develop feelings for one of your best friends 🥰

We love a childhood friends to lovers here!

However, you vowed never to tell Atsumu of your crush for a few reasons

1) you were certain he was too good for you

Not true YN but go on

2) he was so popular and you were just the teams manager

3) he was one of your best friends and you didn't want to ruin that

Honestly I admire you YN, you sweet sweet baby 🥺

But just because you vowed never to tell Atsumu, doesn't mean a certain someone hasn't picked up on the clues

Our resident Nosy Nancy, Suna is on the case 🔍

He's known for at least 2 years that's you've liked Atsumu Yn

How you ask? Do you really need to ask YN?

He's a middle blocker and a fantastic one at that 👏🏻

Mans picks up on everything

So he takes it upon himself to be our chosen matchmaker

First, he confronts you

"If you like Atsumu say what," he says 👀

You 👉🏻👁👄👁 what-

Suna 👉🏻 got her 😏

"YN give it up I know you like idiot #1, just confess already!" Suna says as you just stare at him in shock

"Suna I can't do that! Atsumu is to popular, there is no way I'll be anything more than his friend," you say shutting your locker

"And you know this because???" Suna asks

"Because I'm not stupid Rin and I value my heart ok!" You spit as you walk away

However Suna isn't satisfied with that

Oh no no no, he's going to do more

So he casually decides to being it up with Atsumu in the club room 😃

Great, solid plan 👌🏻

"Hey what do you guys think about YN?" Suna asks 👀

"What about her?" Osamu questions

"I mean, she's super cute right? I'm surprised she doesn't have a boyfriend," Suna continues

"She gets confesses to alot but she's never gone out with any of the guys who've asked her," Ginjima chimes in

"What do you think Sumu?" Suna probes

Atsumu just laughs as Suna, Ginjima and Osamu all look at him, confused

"What's so funny?" Ginjima questions

"I mean, I guess she's cute if you like that type of girl," Atsumu responds

"What type of girl? YN is gorgeous Sumu," Osamu says, crossing his arms and defending you

"Oh don't get me wrong, YN is hot but shes just not my type plus she's one of my best friends," Atsumu says

Suna is now glaring at Atsumu because what an idiot istg 🙄

"So you're saying you'd never ask YN out?" Ginjima asks

Atsumu again laughs, "Yeah not in a million years!"

Well thank God you weren't just standing outside the club room at that exact moment to hear the ENTIRE exchange am I right 😃

Right 😃

Yn...

You rn 👉🏻😐🥺 right..

Crap 😐 you heard the whole thing didn't you?

You just so happened to be walking by when you heard Suna mention your name

So naturally you had to listen

Curiosity killed the cat you know 😫

That brings us to you, standing outside the club room as tears stream down your face

You always knew you weren't good enough for Atsumu

But hearing the words come from him just stabbed you right in the heart

You're heart that was currently breaking 💔

"Hey YN, what's wrong?" Aran says coming up behind you as you try desperately to blink away the tears

Suddenly the club room door opens and Suna, Ginjima, Osamu and Atsumu come out

Suna instantly knows why you are crying but he says nothing 😶

He's just like 👉🏻😳 crap-

"Yn what's wrong? Did someone mess with ya?" Atsumu asks as he approaches you

You back away, not wanting to be near him

Atsumu stops and looks at you confused 😕

Quick YN, think of something!

"Ummm, no- I uh I didn't do so good on a math quiz, I'll be ok. See you in the gym!" You quickly say trying to combat the tears as you turn and run to the gym

Everyone but Suna is so confused

"YN's best subject is math tho," Ginjima questions

Osamu looks to Suna who is looking a bit pale

He starts to wonder what's going on 🤨

"Let's leave her alone, she just maybe needs some time," he says, quickly walking to the gym

That day, at practice, you are incredibly distant and quiet

Literally everyone notices including Kita, Omimi and Michinari

Suna is just like 😗 🎶 trying to ignore everything

Very suspicious 🙃

"Hey YN, you ok?" Omimi finally asks as you snap from your haze

"Oh yeah! Sorry, I uh failed an English quiz so I'm a bit sad but I gotta run! It looks like you guys need water!" You say, way too enthusiastic about filling water bottles

"I thought you failed a math quiz?" Aran questioned as your eyes widened

"Oh uh, yeah I failed both. Just a bad day ha ha," you say quickly grabbing the bottles and running off 🏃‍♀️

Atsumu is watching you, concerned about why you are acting this way

You see, Atsumu may have lied a teeny tiny bit earlier 👀

He really does care about you and he likes you a lot but he's nervous to confess 😬

He tries to not think about it as he goes about his serving practice

After practice, Atsumu stays later to get some more serves in while the guys head to the club room

"Alright Rin spill!" Osamu says cornering Suna

"What?" Suna asks, trying to remain aloof 👀

"We all know you know why YN is acting the way she is! So spill!" Osamu says

Suna sighs as he looks at the team who is all watching him

"YN likes Atsumu and I'm pretty sure she heard what he said about her earlier," Suna says as Ginjima and Osamu's eyes widen

"Wait, what did Atsumu say?" Kita questions

"He said YN wasn't his type and that he wouldn't date her," Ginjima answers

"Well crap, poor YN," Michinari says, sitting down on the bench

"I mean, what can we do? He doesn't like her and we can't change that," Aran interjected

"I feel bad for bringing it up but I really didn't think she would hear it," Suna says

"I think we just need to let her process it and move on. We can't force him to like her," Kita says as the guys all look down

They want to help YN but they have no clue how to so it

So they just wait and see

Unfortunately, you don't cheer up ☹️

The sting of rejection really hurts and it's affecting everything

Soon you start to withdraw from the team, only showing up to practice right before you have to and leaving as quickly as you can

Even the coach notices 🥺

Atsumu is beginning to really wordy about you

He hasn't seen you for more than a few hours all week

You look pale and like you've lost weight

He hates seeing you like this

So he decides to ask to bring it up

At the team meeting 😃

Oh sweet baby Jesus

"Does anyone have anything else to add?" Coach asks as Atsumu raises his arm

"Yeah, I'm just wondering what's up with you YN? Are you ok?" Atsumu questions

Literally the entire team rn 👉🏻👀👂🏻

He's just staring at you

And you look at him like 👉🏻👁💧👄💧👁

"I'm fine Sumu, I just haven't been doing well in school," you finally say as Atsumu scoffs

"YN that's a lie! I know you got one of the best scores in English and Math! So what's really going on? Is someone picking on ya? Did someone reject ya?" Atsumu asks as you just sit there, trying hard not to cry

"Sumu lay off ok?" Osamu says as Atsumu looks at him

"No! She's being such a downer and she's acting ridiculous. She won't talk to any of us and she's barely present!" Atsumu says as the tears start to stream down your face

"Atsumu, enough!" Kita growls as you try your hardest to not cry

"What's wrong with ya? If some guy rejected ya then he doesn't deserve ya! Move on Yn!" Atsumu says

That does it, that breaks the dam of emotions that have been building up

You stand up, tears streaming down your face as you look at Atsumu

"I was rejected Sumu and you're right, I should just move on from it but it's hard to move on from being rejected by your best friend!" You scream as Atsumu's eyes widen in shock, "but you're right, he doesn't deserve me!"

You turn, running out of the gym as the tears flow

Aran, Omimi and Michinari all get up and run after you

Kita is just standing there, his arms crossed looking hella pissed off

"Way to go idiot," Osamu says, standing up and walking out of the door

"What- what's going on?" Atsumu questions as Suna and Ginjima stands up

"YN likes you dumbass. She's been sad because she overheard us talking about her the other day," Suna says

Atsumu 👉🏻😐😳 she- she heard that?

"You couldn't just let her be could ya?" Ginjima says, turning and walking out the door as Suna follows and shakes his head

Atsumu is left on the gym, stunned and trying to process his emotions

Meanwhile, you locked yourself in the girls bathroom, bawling your eyes out as you tried to calm down

Did he really have to bring that up? Did he have to reopen the wounds you were trying to heal?

You sat in the bathroom for a while until you finally emerged, looking around to make sure nobody was left to see your state

You walked out the door, turning the corner to see Atsumu sitting on the bench

You quickly turn, trying to avoid him but it's too late

"YN wait!" He shouted as you quickly walked away

"YN stop!" He said, catching up to you and pulling your arm to turn you around

"Sumu I'm sorry I can't-" you say as the tears run down your face

Atsumu says nothing, just pulling you in for a big hug

The hug is comforting but also hurtful as you continue to cry louder

"YN I'm so sorry I hurt ya," he said as he rubs your back and you hug him back

"It's ok Sumu, I should have known you wouldn't like me," you said as Atsumu pulls you away, looking down into your eyes

"But I do like you YN," he says

You rn 👉🏻🥲 huh?

He sighs, throwing his head back and looking back at you, "I do like you YN. I've liked you since middle school. I just- I just didn't want to ruin our friendship. You're my best friend YN and I love you."

You 👉🏻😲

YN is too stunned to speak

"Sumu-"

"I guess I didn't really think you'd like me since I'm so annoying and kind of an idiot," he said laughing

You just nod

Atsumu 👉🏻😐 really YN?

"Sumu, I'm sorry I let this impact our friendship. I'm happy just being friends with you," you say as Atsumu looks at you

"I can't be friends with you anymore YN," he says

You 👉🏻🥺😔 I understand

"No! God I'm awful at this! I want you to be my girlfriend YN!" Atsumu says, panicking

"You, you- what??" You shout as your eyes widen 😳

Atsumu just smiles, pulling you closer, his forehead meeting yours

Oh god I'm about to cry 😭

"Please say you'll be mine," he says as you smile and nod

"Yes Sumu!" you say as he kisses you and lifts you up, swinging you in the air as you scream with joy

"Oh thank GOD!" Osamu says as him and the team come walking down the hallway, tears streaming down Suna's eyes as he records what just happened

"I'm so happy right now," he says wiping a tear

"Alright alright! I'm glad it all worked out but now can we please get back to practice?" Kita says ad you and Atsumu nod

He grabs your hand, interlacing your fingers as he pulls you to the gym

You are one lucky girl YN 🥰

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squipdop · 26 days

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HIIIII CAN I ASK ABOUT THE SIX YEARS LATER AU???

Howd they bring up the junior scouts idea to max??? Was he like Whatever sure or super tsundere or surprisingly emotional that they wanted him back after he aged out?? Did anyone else come back or do special day-long visits like how schools bring in visitors? What does max think of the new kids? They all look so cool i love Max's hair!!!!

HI HI HELLO YES OFC!!! :33

Okay so. I call it the '6 years later' AU but technically i have Stuff Planned for all the time that passed between now and then too, so this'll be a bit longer, sorry!!

Max joining the counselor team was actually kind of a natural/gradual development?? Basically, since I can't make CC content that isn't found family Max has a shit home life, and, even if he hates to admit it at first, the three months of summer camp become his bright spot each year. David and Gwen catch on to that, but there isn't much they can do to help outside of camp - until one day Max (age 13/14ish) shows up on Gwen's doorstep because he ran away from home, 'since his parents won't care either way'. While he does return home after hiding out at Gwen's place for a weekend, this kind of kicks off a pattern of Max running away sporadically, to Gwen's, later David's, or his friends places. I could go into more detail here but. this is already long. oop.

ANYWAYS. So with Max spending basically all the time he can away from home and the summers at camp, once he ages out there's. A Bit of panic starting in him once summer gets closer again, because his Safe Place seems inaccessible, and two of his OTHER options, especially for longer stays away from home, would also be unavailable. Gwen and David notice this (it manifests in Max staying over More but Angrier) and try to find a solution. Gwen proposes the Jr Counselor idea. They introduce the idea to Max by kinda implying that workload around camp is a lot, and it'd really hurt to miss one of their most experienced campers, but... maybe, if he worked there too (well, interned. basically unpaid. but! no camp tuition!) he could help them? so they basically give Max a way to say yes without admitting that he's the one who needs camp the most. He does insult the whole thing ofc, and says like he's just doing it because he knows camp would burn down without him there ("actually, most of the fires we had were started by you...?" "shut it, david") but secretly he's really really happy. He might even thank them later that evening. Quietly. Before complaining about it preemptively. <3

WAH THATS ALREADY SUCH A WALL OF TEXT ok ill hurry up w the rest:

While most of the other campers had some rotations over the years, I don't have conk rete plans for most of them - Nikki and Neil are still Max' gang, and returned for multiple summers, if not all. This year though, Neil is busy with college prep, and Nikki is spending the summer at home because of family crisis. They still video call a lot, they're still The Gang. I have sketched designs for them, but I'm not quite happy yet.

Max at first doesn't take his role seriously, because he's basically just Back For Another Summer, but pretty quickly realises Gwen and David DO have expectations, and DO give him responsibilities. He takes a while to come around on his new relationship to the younger kids, and especially one of the youngest kids takes a liking to him, a very anxious young girl, which annoys him at first, but... well. It's a whole ~character arc~ for Max waiting to happen tbh.

OK THANK YOU IF YOU MADE IT THIS FAR IM SORRY ITS SO LONG. i wasnt lying when i said i have So Many Thoughts about this. ANYWAYS as thank u for getting this far heres a doodle of Max putting up his hair. :3c

#Camp Camp #Camp Camp Max #Camp Counselor Max AU #<- the AU tag #Nudel draws stuff #bitt-better

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fantasy-mixtapes · 1 month

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Kristen Applebees Season 1 Character Playlist BREAKDOWN

OKAY, SO this one is gonna be an ordeal.

I set a 6-song limit for every other playlist I made, but this is the playlist that started it all. So, I didn't have a limit. So it's 12 songs long.

Which is honestly like a normal playlist length BUT it's gonna be a long breakdown which I will lovingly do because I LOVE Kristen with my whole heart. Either way, this is deffos gonna be a long post so read if you want (i would very much appreciate it obvi but I get this is pushing it).

Genres Included: Folk, Singer-songwriter, Alternative, 80's

1. Save the People, The Mountain Goats

When wilt thou save the people? Oh, God of mercy, when? Not kings and lords, but nations Not thrones and crowns, but men God save the people For thine they are Thy children as thy angels fair Save the people from despair

Starting off strong with my main man John Darnielle. John, as prolific as he might be, did not write this song it is originally from the musical Godspell by Steven Schwartz. I was raised as a theater kid and I remember one summer my mom took out our cable and the only things we could watch on the tv were dvds and vhs tapes of musicals, and the 1973 Godspell movie was definitely one of my favorites. Its like "what if Jesus was around in the 70s and was a hippie clown and also was crucified on a chain-linked fence and beaten by cops" ...ah, good times.

ANYWAYS, I don't feel like I need to get into why this is a perfect Kristen song - I feel like it really gets to the divide between the way that Christianity is taught to kids vs the way it is enacted by the adults that do the teaching.

2. Father Texas, Birdtalker

Father Texas on his toes Tells me where and when to go He's a savior, liturgy man He's a stickler and a soap monger Shove it down your throat Holy answer man He says obey and I'll love ya Now I'm doing just to prove And I'm walking out of fear But the devils done

Ok so I was raised Catholic, which I feel like is a whole different flavor of religious trauma compared to Evangelical or Baptist vibes - which I feel like the Helioic religion gives. Either way, this song slaps and really gets to that Evangelical vibe.

3. Big Houses, Squalloscope

I build bridges with these arms I will not build a fortress In the circle around the kitchen table I say my "amen" because I feel blessed Secretly hoping, while joining hands, that you can't feel my trembling fingertips

Here's young Kristen Applebees - Chosen One of Helio- who just wanted to help people. She meets her first non-religious friends, plans to convert and save them, and then straight up dies on the first day of school. She comes face to face with her literal god, is disappointed and grossed out by him, and then is magically (and violently) revived.

Can you imagine her returning home, trying to answer her parent's questions about the first day, making it through dinner, crawling into bed, and just lying there? AHHHHHHHHHHH

4. Under The Table, Fiona Apple

I'd like to buy you a pair of pillow-soled hiking boots To help you with your climb Or rather, to help the bodies that you step over along your route So they won't hurt like mine Kick me under the table all you want I won't shut up, I won't shut up Kick me under the table all you want I won't shut up, I won't shut up

Speaking of those family dinners, as the days go by and Kristen gets closer to her party, how do you think she's gonna react to whatever comments her parents make about them hmmmmmm? The result of coming out of your social shell and realizing how bad the people around you really are.

5. Cleric Girl, Sisyfuss

I need my cleric girl tonight So she can bless me in this plight Dress me in crucifixes so they die on sight I need my cleric girl tonight

This is just a fun song I see as Kristen finds her groove within the party, kinda around the DJ brains fight. Also it makes me think of the prayer chain thing that she had the whole party on at some point.

6. Cornflake Girl, Tori Amos

She knows what's going on Seems we got a cheaper feel now All the sweeteaze are gone Gone to the other side With my encyclopedia They musta paid her a nice price She's putting on her string bean love This is not really, this, this This is not really happening

There's something about a Tori Amos song that never fucking misses. This song, for me, kinda gets at the part of growing up when you really start to uncover the truth of things for yourself, instead of listening to the things you were always told. Kristen buys the book of world religions and reads about the atrocities people did in her god's name. She is also told that the "cool camps" she was going to were run by an actual fanatical cult. Yikes.

7. Eldest Daughter, Isabel Pless

Bring me your battered, your bruised, and your scarred Florence Nightingale, to your broken hearts Bring me your bleeding I'll stitch it up with a bow Tugging at the sword in the stone The dormant hero in me is yet to be known Dying to prove myself again, but I don't know how Wanna lay my weapons down Lay my weapons down Want everyone to adore me even though People's emotions are out of my control Smothering fires Letting flames claim my hands I would do anything to be needed Over and over again.

Okay, the thing about this song is that we get the root of it here in season one, and it shows up really lightly, but God almighty, do we get one hell of a payoff in the next two seasons. Damn. The first time I listened to this song I cried. It's on several of my dnd character playlists - because, for some reason, I can't stop making dnd characters with self-saccrificing tendencies. HM! I WONDER WHY?

But anyways, yeah... something something, Christian households raising their eldest daughters to be surrogate mothers and laborers, something something Kristen is a cleric while her brothers are paladins, something something Women being healers

8. Angel Eyes and Basketball, Foot Ox

There are flowers growing all around A massive animal inside of me And it's so ugly, and I'm so broken And I'm so ugly, and it's so broken I am calling all of my friends To pull me out of this hole But they're so caught up in their own shit And I'm so caught up in my own shit

Ok, this is full Christian guilt. I also really like the way this song is one of those upbeat but devastating ones because it makes me think about her inspiring speeches to her party members just being her ranting about how horrible everything is, and then they get +1 to attacks and extra hitpoints. Living La Vida Loca.

9. We Fell in Love in October, girl in red

Smoking cigarettes on the roof You look so pretty, and I love this view Don't bother looking down, we're not going that way At least I know I am here to stay We fell in love in October That's why I love fall Looking at the stars Admiring from afar

Ok, I know this is cheesy. BUT TO MY CREDIT: both the song and the season came out in 2018. Also, you know Kristen would stream the fuck out of this song.

10. Running Up That Hill ( A Deal With God), Kate Bush

And if I only could, I'd make a deal with God And I'd get him to swap our places I'd be running up that road, be running up that hill With no problems

AGAIN TO MY CREDIT: I made this playlist in 2020 - two years before Stranger Things brought the song back to the general psyche. No shade, of course, to the stranger things; it's a perfect song to choose, and the scene effectively made me cry.

But anyway its here because at her bones, Kristen would die for her friends and has and will (unfortunately) continue to. Speaking of

11. Arms Tonite, Mother Mother

I cry in the afterlife I cry hard because I have died And you're alive I try to escape afterlife I try hard to get back inside Your arms alive

Kristen's dying count is more than double most of her friends at this point - and golly gee just wait till season 2!

Can I roll a nat 20 and then be alive?

12. Glory (Bunker Sessions), Bastille

And all their words for glory Well, they always sounded empty When we're looking up for heaven Looking up for heaven Way down here upon the ground When we're lying in the dirt There's no looking up for heaven Looking up for heaven

I really love this bunker session version of this song; the strings and the piano just give it a lovely honesty. Gorgeous song. Perfect way to end this season

#dimension 20 #fantasy high #d20 #spotify #fantasy mixtapes #kristen applebees #d20 kristen applebees #ally beardsley #Spotify

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pineappleciders · 1 year

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Hello there ciders! Is nice to see that your requests are open again ^^

Me wants angst (hurt/comfort) so 👀

Clyde, Gregory (if ya write for him), Damien, Kenny and Stan when someone literally points them out that they've been ignoring reader for like a week because they were speding all their attention on other friend and that they now are a crying and confused mess in their room (the room of the character that pointed that out).

Ofc you don't have to do it If you don't feel like it! <3 Stay hydrated and don't forget to eat, take breaks est and sleep a good amount of hours ^^

clyde, damien, kenny, and stan unintentionally ignoring reader; platonic hurt/comfort

A/N: HIII!! i havent had a lot of experience writing hurt/comfort but i hope this will suffice. im also not great at writing for clyde but i tried!! the friend character has been hanging out with is not specificed and is referred to as F/N. and thank you!!!

i wanted to write a gregory segment but honestly i think its hard to fully depict his personality as he was only in the movie, so i apologize!! :(

reader is referred to with they/them pronouns

clyde donovan

clyde can be. very..... unaware sometimes. so it probably doesn't click that he hasn't been talking to you until someone hammers it into his brain. when he realizes he feels really stupid and guilty

"clyde! dude, i need to talk to you." tolkien rushes into the living room, where clyde and his friends were playing games on the couch.

clyde gets up and looks at him, as tolkien takes him into the next room. "what's wrong?"

tolkien looks kinda uncomfortable. "it's Y/N. they had a total breakdown in my room. they said something about you, i don't know what to do."

clyde,, doesn't like to hear this. he's actually kinda scared to go in there and see you crying, but the fact that you mentioned him has him kinda curious.

he lightly knocks on the door before creaking it open. "...Y/N?"

he sees you, awkwardly curled up in tolkien's racecar bed, sniffles and hiccups sounding throughout.

he hesitates for a bit, stumped on what to do, before stepping in and shutting the door behind him. he plays with his fingers.

he's incredibly nervous, but he steps closer to you, trying to get a better look at your face. "Y/N?"

you look up, and upon recognizing clyde's face, you sit up and wipe your tears. "o-oh. hey, man. what's- what's up?"

he's really stumped now. what does he say?????

"uh, i was checking if you're alright. did- did something happen?" clyde seems to kick his foot a little, seemingly trying to look at everything in the room but you.

you continue to wipe your face with your sleeve. "um- no, not really. it isn't-" you stop yourself, and an inner conflict is visible on your face. you sigh.

"y'know what, whatever. clyde, why- are- i feel like- like you've been avoiding me." you look away.

it doesn't process at first. "huh? avoiding you?"

you sniffle. "i mean, yeah. you've been, like- not talking to me and stuff and it seems like you're always busy. did i do something?"

"... but we're hanging out right now, right?"

"...... well yeah but it's different.. i mean like, alone. like you keep walking past me in school, and, when i wanted to be your lab partner, you-" you pause and hiccup. "agh, this is stupid, i'm sorry dude."

you can see the gears turning in clyde's head. "so, you think i've been ignoring you on purpose? i haven't... oh." he kinda has a durr moment and realizes the events of the past week.

he grimaces. "oughh, i just realized i've been hanging out with F/N way more lately.. i'm sorry, man. i didn't mean to make you feel left out."

you look at him again, with a little hope in your eyes. "wait.. so, you're not mad at me?"

he shakes his head. "no. i just kinda got busy, sorry for ignoring you. we can be partners for mr. garrisons next project, OK?"

you wipe your cheeks once more and nod. "yeah, OK."

he does a stupid lil grin, one that's strangely encouraging. "c'mon, we gotta get a slice of pizza before the guys eat it all!"

damien thorn

he's erm. very confused as to why it bothers you that much

he tries to be sympathetic though. keyword tries

"oh, dear. damien, i'm so glad you've come! ...what happened between you and Y/N?"

"... ?"

"well, it's just that.. i was talking to them and it seems you've been ignoring them for about a week or so."

"..." he thinks for a moment. "..not on purpose."

pip plays with his hands a bit. "well, i think you should go have a chat with them. they're up in my room."

damien looks at him with an unreadable expression, before making his way up the steps. he stands in front of pip's door, unsure what to do with his hands.

damien opens the door, and you look up from your spot on the bed. "damien, uh, hey, dude.." you quickly wipe your face and look at him.

he stands there for a moment, the both of you feeling the awkwardness kick in fast

"..pip wanted me to talk to you."

"'bout what?"

"about me ignoring you. i didn't do it on purpose." you can tell it strains him to explain himself.

you wipe your cheeks a bit more. "i- i know you didn't, but.. i dunno. i saw you and F/N hanging out and- you seemed really happy."

you have to admit, it's a little strange sharing your feelings of friendship with the son of satan.

".. i'm here now."

"...?"

"i'm here, hanging out with you. would you prefer i left?"

"i- no!" you find yourself speaking louder than intended. "i-i mean, no, i don't."

his head tilts a little. "then what is it that you want?"

you rub your arm, once again feeling like a shrimp in the presence of a shark. "well- maybe we could just, hang out. i dunno. you and me."

damien thinks for a moment, before nodding his head. "very well. we shall go play xbox at your house."

"really?"

"yes. now come, we must leave quickly so pip doesn't ask any questions."

"hah, okay."

in the hallway, right before you walk down the stairs, you hear damien mutter, "i didn't ignore you on purpose."

you chuckle and pat his shoulder. "yeah, buddy. i know."

kenny mccormick

god. he feels so bad about it.

i can see him being kinda confused on why it upset you so much,, but he does get it to an extent and he's just like. damn.

"dude, kenny, have you been ignoring Y/N?"

"mmph? mph!" (what? no!)

"they started crying because they thought you were, you should probably go talk to them in my room."

he opens the door and he's incredibly confused why you were crying next to stan's bed with your knees to your chest.

"mmph, mmph mph?" (dude, what's wrong?) he slowly sits next to you, putting his hand on your shoulder

you sniffle and look away. "can.. can you tell me why you're upset with me?"

".... mmph? mph mmph mmmf mmph mph!" (.... what? i'm not upset with you!) he's really confused now. what ever gave you that idea?

you look at him a bit oddly, wiping a few of your tears. "then.. why were you ignoring me?"

he ponders for a moment, trying to scan through the week that's passed since you two last hung out. to him, it just seems like you two haven't really had time to talk...

and then it hits him that he's been hanging around F/N a lot recently. as a result, you two haven't talked at all. to him, it really wasn't that big of a deal, but he feels bad when he realizes that you thought he didn't want to be around you anymore.

"mm, mmph... mph mmphph, mmph. mmf mmf mmmphph mmph mmf mph mph mmmph mmph... mmf mmph mmmph." (aw, man... i'm sorry, Y/N. i've been hanging around F/N a lot recently and.. i didn't realize.) he seems sheepish, and rubs his arm.

kenny gets up and extends his hand to you to take. "mmf mmph mmph mph mph, mmph? mmph mmmph." (i'm not mad at you, okay? i promise.)

you look at him, still a little weary, but relieved that it was just in your imagination. "yeah.. yeah, okay. thank you, kenny." you take his hand and he pulls you up.

you can't see his smile because of his parka, but you see his cheeks lift and his eyes crinkle, almost as if he's giving you a pep talk through his eyes.

"mmf mmph mmph! mmphh mmph mmf mm mmpph mmmph! "now, come on! stan's mom is making tuna helper!)

stan marsh

"oooof, jeez..." he's like scratching the back of his head and grimacing. like he doesn't know what to say but he feels very guilty

"stan, what's up with you and Y/N?"

"huh? what do you mean?"

"they said you've been avoiding them for like a week, what happened?" kyle crosses his arms.

"avoiding them? i haven't been avoiding them! we hung out like..... last friday..."

"well, whatever happened, it had them pretty upset at my house yesterday. they started crying about it right before we went to bed."

stan is incredibly confused. he knows it's been a bit since you two hung out, but he didn't think it was that serious!

he tries to look for you around school, hoping to maybe find you in the cafeteria or in the hallways, but nothing.

he sighs, entering the bathroom, but perks up once he sees you, washing your hands.

"Y/N! dude, i've been looking for you everywhere!" stan runs up to you, his face showing an emotion somewhere between awkwardness and relief.

you look a little down as you greet him. "hey, stan. what's up?" you dry your hands and face him.

he averts his eyes a little. "um... kyle was talking to me earlier, about how you slept over at his place yesterday? and, about..." he trails off, looking to find the right words.

you realize what he's talking about, and get a little embarrassed. "oh, yeah. i... i wanted to talk to you about it, but i didn't really know how to.."

his voices gets a little softer. "listen, um, i didn't mean to ignore you. F/N and i have been hanging out a lot recently, and, i dunno, i guess i kinda got caught up in it. i'm not mad at you or anything." he fidgets with his hands a little.

you look up a little. "oh, well, that's a relief." you say, with a little chuckle in your voice. "i.. i was kinda worried you didn't wanna be friends anymore.. but i guess i was overreacting."

stan looks at you. "it's fine, dude. you didn't overreact. i'm sorry." he puts his hand on your shoulder and squeezes it a little, giving a small reassuring smile.

you smile back. stan's always had a sort of hard time finding words to comfort people, so it means a lot that he's trying.

he pats your back, before looking nervous. "now, if you'll excuse me, i really have to shit." he runs into the stall, slamming it shut.

you chuckle and leave before the smell hits you.

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missuswalker · 9 months

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LOVE LOVE LOVE UR WRITING!!! pt 3 for notes?? 😼😼

THANK YOUUU 😻 why did i know this was coming 👩‍🌾

notes, pt. three || craig tucker x fem reader

✮ summary: after dating for two months, you and craig are inseparable (part four here) ✮ warnings: suggestive themes (just a joke and some silly action) and cutesy cutesy craig (as cute as he can get) and also going against my own hcs for a split second

"You look stupid," my boyfriend snorts from his bed, watching me look in his full length mirror. Boyfriend. Jesus, that's still so foreign to me. Not having a boyfriend, just the fact that my boyfriend is Craig.

"I look great," I say, fixing his dumbass blue hat on my head. "I should wear this to school on Monday. Maybe I'll become a chick magnet just like you." I simply receive the middle finger, his attention focused on whatever is on his phone.

Rolling my eyes, I walk over to him, sitting at the edge of his bed. "I hate you," I joke, smacking him with the hat. He snatches it out of my hand, throwing it behind him. "Yeah, ok," he responds, a smug look on his face. "I do. You're annoying."

He puts his phone down, looking up at me with a deadpan expression. Just as he's about to say something, a banging comes from the other side of the door.

"CRAIG, I KNOW YOU HAVE MY NOTEBOOK! I KNOW YOU TOOK IT," Tricia shouts, continuing to bang on the door. Craig merely blinks, turning back to look at me. "Ignore her, I don't have her damn notebook."

The handle begins to jiggle, a huff from Tricia heard through the door. "Did you lock the door? I'm telling dad and he's gonna make your friend go home!" Tricia threatens. Craig groans, standing up and opening the door for Tricia. "I don't have your stupid notebook! Go plays with your princess toys or something!"

Tricia flips him off, peering to look inside his room, Craig moving the door to a crack. "You're not coming in here." Craig says, to which Tricia ignores. "I'm too old to play with toys, I wanna hang out with her," Tricia says, trying to push the door open.

"Tricia, get out, we want alone time!" Craig snaps, trying to push the door back in place. I watched the scene unfold in amusement. "She doesn't want to be stuck with you all day, just let me talk to her," Tricia resists.

"Craig, it's fine," I say, much to his disagreement. "Hell no," he says, finally getting the door shut, locking it again. "You're such a dick, Craig," I say, getting up to let Tricia in until I'm pushed into the wall next to the door.

"If you open that door, I'm breaking up with you," he replies, keeping my hands pushed against the wall with his. "Kinky." I respond. He scrunches up his face, letting me go. "Don't open the door."

Moving to sit back on the bed, I scoff, picking up his phone. "You're an asshole," I say, beginning to take pictures of him. "Give me my phone," he says, holding his had out. "No." I grin, taking 0.5s of him. "You're not funny," he mumbles, biting back his smile. "I'm hilarious. You love me." Well, shit. That was a risky joke, considering we'd never said I love you before, but it just slipped out because I'm just a natural comedian like that.

Craig pauses for a moment, taking his phone out of my head. "Yeah. I do. But you're being a pain in the ass." ....what. "You could've said that more romantically," I joke awkwardly, not really knowing how to respond. "My bad. I do love you. Happy anniversary."

"It's not our anniversary." I say. "I know, I was trying to be romantic." Craig responds. "Oh... okay... thanks."

What the fuck. Thanks?! I'm such a dumbass.

"I love you, too, Craig, thanks for being a great, hot, sexy boyfriend," He mocks, doing his best impression of me, which was terrible, I must say. "That sounds nothing like me."

"Jesus Christ, Y/n," he groans, flopping backwards on his bed. "Sorry. I love you too." I cringe at my own awkward tone of voice, waiting for Craig's reaction. "Whatever," he mumbles, covering his face with his hands, though I could see his goofy smile anyways.

"I do. I love you," I reassure, making sure he knew I was serious. "I know." He grins, peeking at me through his fingers. "I'm not saying it the way you said it." I frown.

"I know."

a/n: i love craig

someone ask for kenny or kyle or more stan though

just kidding

(also, i'm writing a lot this week and then it'll slow down as i get busier 💪😻)

#craig tucker x reader #craig tucker #south park imagines #south park fanfiction #south park x reader #south park #tricia tucker #x reader #pretend this was good

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george-weasleys-girl · 10 months

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Dreamgirl - Chapter 3

(I just did a very quick proofread, so please pardon any mistakes. I'll be doing a more thorough one later.)

~•~

George and Y/N spent the rest of his dad's reading of A Christmas Carol exchanging shy glances and silent, blushing giggles. Now, they sat together on the sofa, continuing to do more of the same.

"I genuinely don't know why my brain goes blank when I look at you."

The words had flown unbidden, out of George’s mouth, and he looked away, hoping to hide the bright crimson blossoming up from his neck and across his face. Even his freckles were blushing.

"Same," Y/N agreed. "I'm usually not this shy."

George turned his gaze back to her and found her gentle eyes watching him, her cheeks a rosy red to match his own.

"Yeah?" He blurted out a little louder than he intended.

Y/N nodded and smiled. "Yeah."

Something about knowing he wasn't the only one gave George the boost of confidence he needed. "So, how long have you known Percy and Penny?"

"I've known Penny since, well, since forever. We used to live across the street from each other when we were kids. And I've known Percy since they started dating."

Holy fucking shit.

Percy and Penny had been dating for almost two years. Two fucking years. And he and Y/N had never once crossed paths, except on those morning bus rides.

"How have we never met?" Y/N pondered.

George gave a nervous laugh, his gaze darting away once again. "Because I'm an idiot," he said, wincing at his sudden inability to keep his stupid mouth shut.

A look of puzzlement crossed Y/N's face. "What do you mean you're an idiot?"

George sighed. This wasn't something he intended to tell her. Not yet, anyway. There was no guarantee that anything would come of this, so why embarrass himself unduly.

Oh, well, he thought. In for a penny, in for a pound. "We ride the same bus," he began.

Y/N tilted her head. "The same bus?"

"In the mornings. To the university. We go to the same one," George fumbled.

"Ok..." Y/N shifted in her seat. Tonight was taking an unexpected turn. "Same bus, same school."

George nodded.

"And, I take it, you noticed me?"

"Of course. How could I not?"

The corners of Y/N's lips quirked up. "So, you've been admiring me from afar?"

George's cheeks tinged pink. "Yeah. But just on the bus," he clarified. "I don't follow you to class or anything. I don't even know where you go. You go one way. I go the other."

Y/N chewed on her lip to hide her smile. His fervent attempt to reassure her that he wasn't some crazy stalker was really quite adorable. "Well, that's good," she said before taking a sip of her drink. "So, for how long have you have you been admiring me from afar?"

"Since the, uh, beginning of this semester."

"Since the...you mean to tell me we've been riding the same bus for three months and you haven't once considered saying hello?"

"Umm, yeah," George started fiddling with the loose string on his sweater again. "But you always end up on the opposite end of the bus from me. And you were always reading, and I didn't want to disturb you or seem creepy or whatever."

"I wouldn't have thought you were creepy."

"That's what I told him," Fred interjected, suddenly appearing beside them. "But does he listen to me? Noooo."

George narrowed his eyes at his twin. "Don't you have something better to do with your time, like snog Angie under the mistletoe?"

"Nah, she's helping mum in the kitchen, so I thought I'd come over and - "

"Eavesdrop? Interfere?" George cut him off.

"Help." Fred corrected.

"I don't need help."

Fred ignored him and turned to Y/N. "He thought it was too creepy to flirt with you on the bus. But, then one night he saw you at the pub and was gonna - "

"Fred. Go. Away," George said through gritted teeth.

"Not until I'm done," Fred turned his attention back to Y/N. "Now, where was I? Oh, right. The pub."

George groaned and rubbed a hand over his face as he contemplated all the advantages of finding a nice hole to crawl into for the rest of his life.

"Wait, that's the night I broke up him." Y/N's voice cut through the younger twin's ruminations.

"What?" George's head snapped up.

"The night you saw me at the pub," she said. "I think that was the night I broke up with Marc."

"Oh," George blinked in surprise and looked up at Fred, who only winked at his twin and sauntered off.

"I had no idea," George looked stunned.

"How could you? Besides, it didn't happen until after we left anyway."

Uncertain what to say next, he simply nodded. For a few long moments, they sat in silence. Then Y/N started laughing.

George watched her with a confused grin.

"I'm sorry, George," she said. "I'm not laughing at you. It's just that this whole situation is like some crazy sitcom. You know, the one where the guy is pining away over a girl for like ten seasons. And all this stuff crazy happens, and he thinks it's a hopeless cause, but then he gets the girl in the end."

George looked like a deer in the headlights. "Gets... the... girl?"

Y/N shrugged. "Well, yeah. I know what it's like to crush on someone and be too afraid to say anything," she explained. "And besides, I like you, and I'd very much like to get to know you better."

A goofy grin spread across George's face. "Really?"

Y/N smiled. "Yeah. Really."

George beamed and started to say something but was interrupted by loud, tipsy caroling coming from the kitchen. "Hey, um, what do you say we go find somewhere quieter, so we can talk?"

"I'd love to."

~•~

One week later

"Being snowed in with you is the most amazing thing that's ever happened to me," George confessed while they waited for Bill and Percy to retrieve Percy's car.

"Same," Y/N smiled. "I'm not ready for it to end."

"Me either," he agreed. "Time just flew by."

Y/N nodded but said nothing.

This time, though, when the silence fell between them, there was no awkwardness. Only as a sudden, intense longing that overtook them both. Y/N leaned in first, and George bridged the gap. Their lips met, soft and tentative, brushing against each other, only for a moment.

"Keep going?" George asked.

"Oh, yes," Y/N smiled, cupping his cheek and pulling him back in.

~•~

"Hey, whenever you two lovebirds decide to come up for air," Fred's amused voice seemingly came out of nowhere, startling the couple apart. "Percy and Penny are almost ready to go."

"Oh, ok. I'll, uh, I'll be right down," Y/N said, fussing needlessly with her hair.

"Well, don't take too long. People might think you're up to something," Fred gave them a cheeky grin and was gone.

"You know," George began once he was certain his twin was out of earshot. "I have my car here. If you want, I could take you home."

Y/N's smile was like a sunbeam, lighting up the darkest corners of the room. "I'd really like that, George. "

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," she said, her eyes shining as bright as her smile. "And maybe you could stay for dinner and a movie? Or maybe a movie marathon? I could make some soup."

George grinned from ear to ear. "I'd really like that, too."

~•~

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writing-rat · 4 months

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Concert Freak Part 2

PART 1 | PART 3

Pairings: CC Walker x Katie Torres, Katie Torres and Alisson Torres

Content: Fluff, outing, use of a potential slur (lesbo)

Summary: Katie gets outed, and CC decides to go see her.

WC: 1324

It was the Monday after the concert, and Katie was grounded but she didn’t mind. She was able to get her phone back in the morning (apparently the coach caught it) and she was happy. In fact she messaged her parents. ‘Hey mom, dad. I got my phone back. I know you will take it already, just thought I would say’ she texted. She got praise for being honest at least as she shut off her phone and refused to use it.

What she didn’t expect however was to be outed at lunchtime. She was sitting down at a table by herself when Layla stood up on the table. “Everyone!” she called out. Katie looked over confused as well, raising her eyebrow. She was wondering what she would do, not thinking about the other night. “I have some news. Katie and I aren’t friends as you know? Why? Well… it’s because she’s a lesbo and has a crush on CC Walker,” she announced smugly. Meanwhile, Katie walked out, knowing what was going to happen. She felt the tears brimming in her eyes.

She was unaware CC was going to talk to her as she just went to the office. “Can you let my parents pick me up please…?” she practically begged through tears. The receptionist felt bad but knew she just couldn’t. She knew that upset students wouldn’t be able to learn though. She nodded and called her parents.

“Sit down over there, I’ll tell you when they arrive,” she comforted. Katie nodded and obeyed. “Hello, is this Allison? Yes, Katie is ok. She just seems upset and wants to go home. No. I don’t know anything. Ok, I’ll tell her,” she spoke then hung up. “Your mom is coming,” she announced. Katie nodded, curling her legs up and just cried into them. She felt ruined, and embarrassed as well.

She was unaware of how much time passed before she was being sat down next to. “Oh honey,” she heard her mother say.

“Mom,” she whimpered out and held onto her tightly.

“Don’t worry, I got you. We can go home and you can do whatever until you want to talk,” she reassured, rubbing her hair as she was walking her out, nodding a goodbye to the receptionist before she was setting Katie in the car.

“Layla outed me and my crush… she isn’t my friend and she called me a lesbo,” she admitted, tears still running down hard. “Oh, Katie. We all love you as you are. Thank you for trusting me with that info. It’s ok if you are,” she comforted. Katie nodded, feeling the car start up. “Did anything else happen sweetheart?” she asked, mad about everything that had happened and she would confront the high school about it if they did nothing.

“She outed my crush on CC Walker… and for the record I’m bisexual…” Katie spoke, slowly calming down as she was picking at her nails, thinking to herself.

“Ok, baby. I’ll make sure Layla’s parents hear about the treatment she gave you and give them hell. Do you need anything to calm down? Any dinner plans?” she asked her.

“I just want to watch TV. Can we also have your special burritos?” she asked, looking at her. Allison nodded.

“Of course. I can do that,” she spoke. Katie nodded, slipping her headphones on and putting on some music from her phone. Alisson decided to not punish her by taking her phone away, knowing music would help her, especially at school for the time being. She was sure Katie learnt her lesson about responsibility anyway.

Eventually, they were home and Katie just sat on the couch, not speaking as she was just watching TV, emotional as she was just holding herself and even had her hood up to show how sad she was and to not talk to her. Allison meanwhile finished cleaning the house, before she looked for all the ingredients for the burritos to see if they needed anything. They did though, but only the rice. “Katie, I’m going to get the rice, ok? Call me if you need anything,” Allison informed. Katie looked over and nodded before she looked at the TV. She was watching her favourite film, Lilo and Stitch as she was a family girl after all.

It had been a few days and her parents didn’t force her to go to school, knowing Katie didn’t have the mental capacity to be able to go. She was slowly getting better however and she was going to go to school the next morning. It was evening time, and Carlos and Evan were having a boy's night out, doing bowling while the girls were just watching films the boys wouldn’t and do nails if wanted.

There was soon a knock on the door however so Katie got up. “I’ll get it, you and Ellie have had your nails done after all,” she chuckled. They both thanked her before she went to the door and opened it. “Oh. Hey,” Katie spoke in shock, seeing CC at her door. “Hi. I was… wondering if you were ok. You’ve missed a lot too, but most of the rumours are going now. You should be fine in school now,” she informed with a gentle smile. Katie was nodding. “Uhhh… do you wanna come in?” she asked. “I’ll put on some more clothes,” Katie added. CC nodded, walking in.

“Yeah. I didn’t think you would stay in just shorts and a sports bra around me just yet,” CC joked, causing Katie to grow red and scramble upstairs. That’s when she wandered around the house and saw some of Katie’s family.

“Oh. Hi. CC Walker,” she introduced herself to the girls. “Hey CC! How are you?” Allison asked, pausing the film. “I’m doing good, thank you, ma’am,” she responded, being respectful.

“No need to call me ma’am. Just call me Allison. Katie getting dressed more respectfully?” Allison joked out. CC chuckled and nodded before she looked at the photos.

“Yeah, she is. I just want to talk to her about Monday, that it’s safe to come back and I want to get to know her more,” she explained. Allison nodded and smiled. “Thank you for coming over. You can talk in her room if you need to,” she spoke. CC nodded as a thanks before she went up, looking at the photos. She chuckled at a baby one and took a photo of it.

Eventually, she found Katie’s room and waited outside with a smirk. When the door opened, she abruptly spoke (causing Katie to spook), “You looked cute as a baby.”

“Jesus Christ!” Katie screamed quietly, covering her heart before she took a breath, inviting CC into her room which was luckily clean.

“I’m not Jesus Christ. I’m CC,” CC commented, looking around and whistling at certain times. “Nice room Torres,” she added.

“Thank you. I… I’ve been doing better. So… what’s up? Why are you here?” Katie asked, sitting down and biting her lip nervously.

“Hitting me with questions already, hm?” CC asked. “Well, I’m sorry about Monday. I wouldn’t want to be outed too so I’m sorry you were. Nothing much has been going on but a few rumours have occurred that are making people forget about your outing at least. And… I’m here to get to know you. I would like to see if we would work,” CC answered. Katie just widened her eyes. “You’re not straight?” Katie asked. CC shook her head. “Nope. In fact… ever since the science class where you sat in front of me, I’ve always been intrigued by you but I didn’t want to approach you out of nervousness and also because I thought you wouldn’t want to get to know me,” CC admitted. Katie smiled.

“We can get to know each other… but are you ok being seen with me?” Katie asked. CC nodded.

“100%,” she spoke. Katie couldn’t help but smile.

#cc walker #katie torres #katie torres x cc walker #cc walker x katie torres #yes day #family switch #ratboy writing #ratboy writes

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