Does Stu Ever Worry That He's Going To Actually Hurt Us? Or Even Kill Us?

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you guys know that the reblog function is the main feature of this site right ? its that little recycle looking symbol at the bottom next to the like button, you can add a comment if you want you can write something in the tags that your followers and the op will see. its like the main feature of this site

im not trying to sound rude in saying this but i have had 5 people with completely empty blogs follow me in the last hour or so and like im sure that makes sense on instagram or something but here it just makes you look like a bot account here and people will block you under that assumption. go reblog a post you like. go reblog an image of a snail

i was going to be like ‘you write for stu and fez extremely based’ but THEN i spotted billy n maddy n cassie in your tags… extremely extremely EXTREMELY based. i would love to hear any hc’s you have for an ot3 poly situation with maddy n cass? if you don’t love that concept id also love hearing any general romantic hc’s for those two, thank you!

I love you you're my first ask ahhhhhh and your stu sleepover fic... obsessed..

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒! mentions of makeout sessions, sex, and threesomes. some PDA and cussing, nothing you wouldn't expect from a euphoria fic. lowercase is intended! this is very undedited.

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒! doing this on mobile, sorry If the format is weird.

poly!maddy & cassie x fem!reader

you were maddy's closest friend growing up, you would share everything and you would tell each other everything.

through the years, maddy began developing a crush on you, even if she didnt know it. she was confused about her feelings towards you, thinking she was just your platonic soulmate or something

and when you knocked on her door one day after school, telling her about your newfound love with a girl at your school... she didnt take it amazingly.

"maddy, I mean it! I really think I love her.." you two were sitting on her bed, discussing your new relationship while she practiced a new makeup look on you. she looked you dead in the eyes and sighed, rolling her eyes and turning away, "whatever, who even is she? what'd you say her name was? catty?" you laugh at the dark-haired girls attempt to remember cassie's name and quietly correct her before scooting towards her, grabbing her hand and bringing it to your face, silently encouraging her to finish your makeup. the two of you sat in silence, you didnt move or speak, in fear of messing up the makeup she was caking onto your face, and you also didnt want to upset her anymore than she already was. your partners had always been a touchy subject for maddy but you never knew why. you decided to leave the subject alone for the night. even though you knew she'd never hurt you, maddy's scary when she's mad.

eventually, maddy warmed up to cassie and she became a part of your guy's routine. in the mornings before school, you would pick cassie up in your car and you two would meet maddy in the school parking lot, sometimes smoking a joint that you usually supplied. you three would walk to your classes together, sharing most of them due to some miracle. you would skip classes together if one of you seemed too stressed, meeting in the bathroom to do whatever (typically drugs). after school most days, you would meet at maddy's house and just talk.

one day at maddy's house, when cassie told you two that she'd be staying at home, maddy told you that she might like girls, and asked if you could help her figure out her feelings.

being her best friend, and also being into girls, you couldn't say no.

"are you sure you're okay with this? I mean.. wont it be weird? kissing your bestfriend?" you smiled sweetly at her, shaking your head no. she took your hands in hers and scooted towards you on the bed. "can i?" you asked for her consent as you took your hands away from hers and placed them on the sides of her face. she said something quietly but you were focused on her lips, images of you two making out crossed your mind and you shooed the thoughts away, telling yourself you shouldn't think about her like that. she said something about cassie but you still managed to make out a 'just kiss me' in her words. so you did. you pulled her towards you, connecting your lips and you dropped one of your hands to the back of her neck and the other dropped to hold her hand. you pulled away but she pulled you closer.

you and cassie had talked about it the next day, starting off as a conversation about cassie saying maddy kept looking at you like you hung the moon and stars. when you told her you made out with maddy, she was fine with it, telling you she wouldn't mind being in a threesome. she said it as a joke, but when she saw a sparkle in your eye after she said it, she actually began considering it.

and you did.

you had a threesome at some guys party, but it was actually really romantic. all three of you were decently sober, besides having one shot each when you arrived.

maddy had walked in on you and cassie fucking later in the night and was about to leave when cassie asked if maddy wanted to join. maddy looked at you nervously, almost to ask if it was alright, and you nodded at her in reassurance. and she joined you.

the next day, you didnt see cassie or maddy at school. you assumed they just felt too awkward to face you or the each other. in reality, they were talking. about you, about each other, about their feelings.

it turns out, the both of them shared mutual feelings for you AND each other. they came to you about this, expecting you to turn them away but to their surprise, you told them you felt the same.

your friends didn't know how to react, they thought you were cheating on cassie with maddy but when they saw cassie kissing you and then maddy, they asked you about it and you explained the situation.

cassie and maddy are the best girlfriends you could ask for.

when you're sick or upset, they absolutely will not leave your side.

nate hates you. he absolutely hates you. in fact, he came up to you at school one day and threatened to beat the shit out of you if you didn't leave maddy and cassie alone. you didnt. instead, you kicked him in the balls and threatened to stab him there if he talked to you again, he didnt.

in conclusion, maddy and cassie are amazing and you couldn't ask for anything better.

7 Minutes in Heaven

7 mins in Heaven with Billy and Stu. It was @polyghostfacehours WIP that inspired me so they get the credit! F!reader x Billy and F!reader x Stu.

A little dubcon, possessive behaviour, a little oral, a very tiny amount of dom reader and sub Stu.

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“I swear if those two jackasses get each other I’m opening that door early.”

You snort in amusement and Randy glares at you. “I’m telling you-,”

“I know, I know,” You hold your hands up in surrender, watching as Randy tries to open the beer bottle in his hand. “You’ve got a hard on for them fucking each other.”

“What??” Randy looks genuinely distraught at your accusation, finally throwing the bottle cap into the sink with a little more force than necessary. “Absolutely not.”

“You bring it up way too often, you know that right? It’s a little suspicious.” You try to control your grin. Billy and Stu were far too careful for this to be a genuine problem, you knew it was just Randy’s jealousy talking and probably against your better judgement, you did find it funny.

“Fuck you. I just kn-,”

“I know!” You repeat it with a sigh. “I know what you think and you’re the only one that thinks it. You’re delusional. And drunk.”

“I’m the observant one,” He gestures to his chest, beer fizzing up and over his fingers at the movement. “I’m the only observant one around here.”

“I think I would have noticed don’t you?” You snatch the beer bottle out of his hands and take a sip before emptying the rest down the sink.

Randy narrows his eyes as he regards you. “Ok Mr White, yo-,” He trails off at your confused look. “Seriously? Reservoir dogs?” He looks disappointed as you shake your head. “Ok right we’re watching that next time but what I mean is you’re too close to them. You can’t see the signs; you don’t want to see the signs.”

“You’re never getting with Sid you know that right?”

He flinches and you immediately regret your snappy reply. “Sorry.”

He shrugs but gives you a small smile. “I’m optimistic. Billy will fuck it up.”

“Sure he will. It’s sunshine and rainbows for you and Sid in the near future.” You shove the empty bottle back into his hands as you give him a gentle push towards the living room. “They’re waiting on us, we can gossip later.”

You feel a little uncomfortable but try to ignore it as you take a seat on the floor next to Randy. You always feel a little uneasy at these parties, you feel guilty and on edge, like Tatum or Sidney are going to suddenly realise what’s been going on behind their backs just from one glance at your face. They are your friends but it feels a little fake, the amount of secrets and lies you have from them always makes you feel a little distant from them. You glance around the group as Randy lists the rules of the game, there are a few faces you don’t know beyond recognising them from previous parties, a guy in a red sox hat gives you a wink as you make eye contact.

“BunBun!” Stu slightly slurred voice startles you out of your observation and you grimace at the new nickname. “You’re not playing are you? We got enough people already. You’re going to ruin my chances of getting who I want.” He pinches Tatum’s side and she yelps. He’s putting it on, not that you’d be able to tell if you didn’t already know. He was a good actor but Stu rarely if ever got genuinely drunk at these parties.

“More the merrier.” Randy pats your knee; a move Stu’s gaze instantly narrows in on.

“As if you’re getting lucky.”

Randy flips him off as he picks up the bottle. “It’s a game of chance, or even… fate. I have as much chance as you at getting lucky jerkface.”

You laugh, trying to stifle it into a cough when Stu’s gaze flicks to you. Randy leans into your side, nudging you a little harder than you think he meant to. “Want to go first?”

“Not particu-,”

“Great,” Randy presses the bottle into your hand, almost linking your fingers together as he clumsily guides you to rest it on the floor. “Spin it fast, and pray fate is on your side.”

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BILLY

It lands on Billy, and you see him tense out the corner of your eye but you can’t bring yourself to look at him, your gaze instead going straight to Sid. She gives you a small smile, it’s meant to be reassuring, kind, but it makes you feel a little sick.

“They’re like family,” Red cap mutters and you wince. “Nothing hot coming from them being locked in a bathroom together.”

Stu laughs, the sound turning into an excited cackle as he almost chokes on his beer. “You’ve not been watching the right po-, ow what was that for??” His hand rubs across his ribs where Tatum had unceremoniously elbowed him.

“You’re disgusting.”

“I’m open minded. Non judgemental, love is lov-,”

“Shut up.” She snatches the beer from his hand, taking a swig as she gives you an apologetic smile. “Sorry.”

You shake your head in response, it’s not her fault.

“You can spin again if you want.” Randy leans over to whisper and the brush of air over your ear makes you shiver.

“Getting a little cozy there Randall, she didn’t spin you.” Stu mutters as he slides his hand round Tatum’s waist, tugging her a little closer. “Seems you’re fated to be alone.”

Randy ignores him, instead murmurs your name as he waits for you to respond. You stand. You can do this. It’s no big deal; it would draw more attention if you didn’t do it.

Billy stands as well, catching your eye as he tilts his head towards the door. “Let’s get it over with.”

It may be a small bathroom but it’s immaculately decorated. For all the faults Stu states his mom has, she definitely has a good eye for décor.

“The paint job more interesting than me?” Billy’s voice makes you jump slightly, turning back to face him with a sheepish grin.

“Sorry, don’t think I’ve ever been in here… which is kinda weird considering how much time I spend here.” You relax back against the wall, unsure what you’re supposed to do. Billy’s eyes flick to the door and back to you. He looks tense. “We don't have to do anything you know."

“I know.” He reaches out for you, closing the distance as his fingers fluttering over your skin as his palm cups your cheek. “What if I want to?”

You lean into his touch, your eyes closing as you focus on the feeling of his thumb stroking softly over your cheek bone.

 “I love you.” It’s whispered quietly as he leans forward to press his forehead against your own.

It’s a shock, hearing him say that. Words he’s said many times before but hearing him say it somewhere which could technically be considered public, with a large group of your friends, including his girlfriend, standing right behind the door feels special. It feels like a big deal, you don’t know what you’ve done to warrant this level of affection, or why he’s even feeling so affectionate and you stay still, not wanting to ruin the moment. The two of you stay like that for a minute, pressed together, until Billy shivers, tilting his head until his mouth gently brushes over yours.

You sigh into his mouth, your lips parting slightly and Billy groans softly in response. His tongue swipes across your bottom lip, as he grips your hips, pushing you back until he has you pressed flush against the wall behind you.

His leg slides between your thighs in order to completely close the gap between you, the sensation making your breath hitch, fighting and losing against the urge to rock down against his thigh.

“Easy bunny,” He glances back at the door briefly and then leans close. “We can’t get carried away.” His lips graze against over your jaw before he leans down to nuzzle into your neck.

Despite his reprimand he does nothing to discourage your movements. His hand sliding up over the back of your thigh until he’s palming your ass, squeezing hard enough to make you whimper as he encourages you to rock your hips a little harder against him.

He lets you grind clumsily against his thigh and continues to trail slow, wet kisses down the length of your neck. You’re breathing too hard, moans and whimpers keep slipping out of you, despite your efforts to stay quiet.

Your hips stutter, the teasing pleasure starting to morph into a need to escalate, it’s not enough. You mumble his name, a needy plea and he almost growls in response, a low rumbling groan in his chest as he nips sharply at your shoulder. Your chin tilts up to give him better access, wanting him to mark you despite the voice in the back of your head screaming at you that it’s a very bad idea.

Your grip tightens on him as his hands slide upwards and under your shirt, fluttering over your ribs until his thumbs trace the underside of your breasts. It’s too much, too much teasing and not enough stimulation, a loud desperate sound escaping you, and he stops. Pulling away and letting you go, giving you a peck on your nose followed by a very smug grin. “Stop letting Randy paw at you.”

“What?” You’re dazed, off kilter and extremely turned on. “I don’t-, pawing?”

Billy slumps down on the floor opposite you, wiping his thumb across his bottom lip, and sucking the tip into his mouth. A move that has your breath hitching and your cunt clenching hard around nothing. You shift awkwardly, not so subtly squeezing your thighs together and he smirks at you, mouth opening to say something just as Stu flings the door open. There’s a loud chorus of boos and complaints from behind him as he does so, from the sound of it he's opened the door 2 minutes early, a fact Billy obviously picks up on to as the glare he gives Stu would probably kill a lesser man. 

"Aw man," Stu sounds disappointed, theatrically so but you can see the evil little glint in his eye. He was hoping to catch you in the midst of something. “You two are so boring.”

You clear your throat, trying to calm yourself down and avoiding Stu’s knowing grin as you make your way back out to the group.

You drop back down in your spot next to Randy, trying not to stare as Billy sits back down next to Sid. He brushes her hair back over her shoulder as he does, an almost absent minded gesture but she leans into it with a happy smile. Your stomach twisting painfully as he lets her rest her head on his shoulder.

“Nope,” Stu drops onto his knees as he moves into the centre of the circle, reaching out to grab the bottle out of Randy's hand and blocking your line of sight. “I know you're desperate for me Meeks, but Fate is not on your side tonight. Who's next?"

Randy gags, and Stu glances back at him. "Would have thought you'd have that gag reflex under control with all th-,"

"Enough," Tatum reaches around him and takes the bottle from his grasp. "Stop being an ass. It's my turn."

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STU

Your stomach dropping as the bottle finally stops, pointing towards Stu. You try not to outwardly react despite the sudden rush of nerves. Locked in a small room with Mr 'take things too far' was absolutely not going to end well. Your gaze flicks to Billy automatically but he's watching Stu. He doesn’t look angry or worried, he's wearing that perfectly blank mask of his, the one you've still not learnt how to read and the one that scares you the most. It usually involves his most volatile moods afterwards.

"Oh! Locked in a room with you?" Stu was up and on his feet before the bottle had fully stopped. Grabbing your hands and tugging you up, the eagerness at which he does making you stumble. Randy's hand is warm on your calf as he tries to help you regain your balance, a gesture that has Stu roughly tugging you forward another step. "You and not Tay? The scandal!"

He turns back to Tatum; grasping her face between his hands as he leans down to kiss her. "You're my one true love, but these are the rules. It’s a sacrifice I have to make. Remember me as a hero."

She smacks his hands away with a roll of her eyes and Stu grabs your hand instead, pulling you towards the door but you look back as Tatum calls your name.

"I’m so sorry!" Tatum laughs, she looks a little disappointed but otherwise unbothered and for some reason that makes you feel a little jealous. "Try not to kill him ok?"

The door is only just closed before Stu is twirling around, his fingers slotting into your waistband and pulling you closer with a grin. You let him pull you closer but lean back when he moves into kiss you.

"Seriously?"

"Rules of the game bunbun."

"Don't call me that."

“7 minutes in heaven bunny, and your god is right here.” He puckers his lips but you don’t give into his silent request, instead you press your finger to his lips, pushing his head back slightly.

“You really think you can get me to heaven in 7 minutes?” You scoff, pulling your finger away from his mouth when he tries to nip at it, flicking his forehead instead. “You’re not that good.”

"Hey. I've totally had you screaming in less."

“In annoyance maybe.” You swat half heartedly at the hand that is still hooked into your waist band, he looks happy, genuinely happy and you feel yourself relax into his hold with a sigh. “Fine. One kiss. One, Stu, one.”

He grins, obviously delighted at your submission, pushing himself against you until you have no choice to give in and move back, his weight pressing you back against the sink hard, making you grunt with pain.

"Calm down," you try to wriggle your hand round to rub at the small of your back, but he grabs your wrist like he's worried you’re trying to move away. "I’m staying the night remember?" You say it quietly even though there's no chance of anyone hearing you.

Stu shrugs, eyes focused on your chest as he tries to slip his hands under your skirt. "That’s later, this is now. Tay practically gave me permission, don't spoil my fun."

"Permission?" You can’t tell if he’s joking or if his perception is that worryingly skewed. You're still trying to grab his hands but he’s stronger, one hand slipping between your thighs. "She's probably expecting you to be talking my ear off about whatever movie you're obsessing over this week, not borderline assaulting me. Christ Stu stop."

He does, but he doesn't pull away, letting his hand rest on your inner thigh and you fight the urge to shift your hips down against it. "I don't think this is a good idea."

"I do."

“You’re crazy,” Your grip on his wrist tightens but he still won’t budge. “We are not fucking in the bathroom.”

His eyes narrow, a dark expression you can’t decipher flicking across his face and then he drops his hand. You curse yourself. You’ve offended him. You know he’s sensitive about that word but sometimes it just slips out. It just describes his hyper behaviour too well sometimes.

You pull him into a gentle kiss as an apology. It’s sweet and slow, your tongue only just brushing over his bottom lip. It's chaste, intimate and to your surprise he doesn't try and deepen it, he just moans softly against your mouth as his arms loop around your waist. You nip at his bottom lip as you pull away, making him jolt. 

"Feisty," he clicks his tongue, wiping a thumb over his lip as he leans back against the door. "Just wanted a little fun with you that's all. You look cute tonight."

It sounds like a genuine compliment. There's no smirk or raised eyebrow. “I want a little fun with you too bu-,”

“Yeah?” he perks up immediately, not letting you finish your sentence.

“I said one kiss. One kiss was had.”

“What if I want to kiss you somewhere else?” He leans in, his lips brushing your ear. “Let me eat you out?”

You whimper, leaning back against the sink in an effort to put some distant between you, but it doesn’t discourage him. He drops to his knees, his hands sliding up your thighs and under your skirt.

“Stu,” you try to remove his hands but he's stronger, brushing you off with ease. “We do not have time for that.”

“I can totally make you cum in 7 minutes.”

“It’s definitely less than that now and-,” you don’t want him to do this, it feels extremely uncomfortable and you desperately try to think of an excuse to get him off you. “I’m on my period.”

He groans and nuzzles into your crotch through your skirt. “So? I’m not scared of a little blood, bunny.”

You ignore the twinge of interest you feel at that admission, forcing yourself to remember that now was not the time. “Ok well I really need to pee, too much beer you know?”

His grip tightens on your thighs but he doesn’t let go. “If you piss on me I'm absolutely returning the favour.”

Jesus. He’s like a dog with a bone. “Stu, please I-,”

“Just a little taste.” He pushes your skirt up a little higher and before you could try and protest further he pushed your legs apart, lifting one over his shoulder, and buried his head under your skirt, fingers hooking under your panties to push them aside. His tongue found your clit, a hiss escaping you at the sudden almost painful stab of pleasure.  

“You gotta be quiet bunny,” Stu mumbles against you. “I’m not stopping if you end up making them open the door early.”

That thought shouldn’t been as hot as it was, Tatum walking in on you with Stu’s head buried between your thighs?  He would stop. He didn’t genuinely want to get caught did he? You’re not sure, even as you try to stifle your moan as you threw your head back and squeezed your eyes shut. 

“Stu, fuck we can’t-, stop.” He was unfairly good at this. Your knees growing weak at his wet and eager licks against your clit. He grunts as you press your hands into his hair and he readjusts his hold, pushing himself closer, his tongue squirming inside you. A strong flare of annoyance hits you as you realised he could, he could totally make you cum in 7 minutes. Not that you’d ever admit it now. Overwhelmed by the feel of his mouth you yank on his hair, pleading frantically with him to stop.

And he does. He stands with a smug grin, wiping his hand across his mouth and then wiping it on your skirt before he steps away from you.

You stumble as you try to right yourself, pulling your underwear and skirt straight and he chuckles. 

“Asshole.”

He shrugs. “Told you, just wanted a taste.”

 “You also said you could make me cum in 7 minutes,” You try not to sound as desperate as you feel. So tempted to shove a hand down your panties and finish yourself off. “Maybe you’re not as good as you think you are.”

“Ouch. You get snappy when you’re denied.” He huffs out a long exhale through his nose, amused by your tone. “You’re gonna have to be nicer if you want me to let you finish later.”

“Fuck you,” You mumble. “If I tell Billy you’re being mean I’m sure he’ll help me out.”

“Oh poor baby am I being mean?” He pouts at you and then grins at your glare. “Yeah whatever he probably would, but I could totally make you cum harder. I’m worth waiting for bunny.”

The teasing, the denial, the cockiness, has genuine irritation flickering to life in your chest and although you know it’s a bad idea, that you won’t win in the long run, you want to push back.

“Not what I meant.” You look up at him, trying to ignore the swarm of butterflies in your stomach as you push him backwards. You’re too nervous, too out of your depth and unsure to be as convincingly dominant as you want to be but he surprises you by moving as you want him to. “I meant…”  You smile when he grunts as his back hits the wall. “I meant more like maybe he’ll help me with you.”

Stu shivers but says nothing, surprising you even further, his gaze fixated on your mouth as you talk. “Maybe he’ll hold you still for me so I can return the favour with my mouth?” You lean as close as you can, letting your lips brush lightly over his skin as you whisper.  “Bring you to the brink over and over again until you’re the one crying and begging for release.”

He glances away for a moment, so many conflicting emotions flashing over his face that for a second you almost laugh, but you stay quiet, watching the way his brain seems to shut down and reboot. He recovers with a crooked grin that sends a rush of nervous anticipation through you.

“Bunny.” His tone is flat, unimpressed, it’s a reprimand of some sort, and your confidence immediately takes a hit even as you realise he didn’t actually say no. “I think y-,”

The door is yanked open abruptly, making your heart leap in your chest.

“Times up.” You take a quick step back but relax when you lock eyes with Billy, until you register his expression. He looks pissed, the muscles in his jaw twitching with how hard he's grinding his teeth.

“Killjoy.” Stu leaves first, bowing to the group as he exits, making his way straight back to Tatum.

Tatum throws her arms round him, but he avoids her kiss, bending to nuzzle into her neck before snatching the beer out of her hand and downing several gulps. He mumbles something into her ear that has her blushing, and you look away as you sit back down next to Randy. Randy looks at you with a hint of concern. “You ok?”

You nod. “Learnt more about Kelly Brock’s body than I’m comfortable with but yeah, m’fine.”

You pick up the bottle, letting it twirl between your fingers as you try to get a hold of your emotions. You’re wet, and turned on and you’re worried about why Billy looked so pissed. It’s mixing uncomfortably with the knot of jealousy in your stomach as you try not to watch Stu drape himself all over Tatum. It feels unfairly pointed. You take a deep breath, counting to 5 before you shove the bottle into Randy's hand. You give him a grin as he reluctantly takes it. “Your turn.”

Do you write maddy perez x reader. Can you do from enemies to lovers with maddy where maddy was secretly in love with reader the whole time but she wanted to get reader's attention by being mean to her xoxo

oh absolutely. I love this idea sm

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒! cussing, insults, reader slaps maddy, kissing, maddy calls reader a homophobic slur >:(, kinda angsty?

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒! on mobile, format might be weird. lowercase intended, unedited, double periods intended

maddy perez x enemy!fem!reader

for as long as you could remember, you had hated maddy perez.

and as far as you knew, she hated you too.

every day, she would go out of her way to shut your locker as soon as you opened it, humiliate you in front of the whole school, and say horrible things to you. she would call you a slut, a whore, and.. a fag.

it hurt. a lot.

she made your life miserable.

and the truth is, you didnt really even hate her

since you first saw her in third grade, you've had a massive crush on the girl, even if you didnt notice it until the next year.

the thing is, she never noticed you.

until fifth grade, when your 'friend' told her that you said she was cute

she took about a day to think about it

and then she started insulting you, saying it was gross that you like girls

she was relentless

until one day when you two were arguing about how she treated you

you had enough. she told you,"you're fucking disgusting! I hope you, and all the other girls you've fucked, go to hell!"

so you slapped her, really fucking hard

you expected her to hit you back, but she didnt.

instead, you saw tears well up in her eyes as she held her cheek in amazement, and she turned around and walked away.

you thought it was weird, why was she acting like that when she was the one that said all those horrible things?

well you see, maddy never meant what she said about you.

in reality, she liked girls too, she just didnt know it yet.

she thought she was gross for thinking about you the way she did.

and when maddy went home that night, she went to her computer and opened google

yeah she definitely took an 'am I gay?' test

or like 17 of them

the results were.... well......

yeah she was gay

like really gay

like.. 'adopting a ton of cats and living in a cottage in the forest with her girlfriend' gay

so, naturally, she avoided everyone for like, three weeks.

but eventually she had to go back to school

and see you

when you saw maddy at school, your heart broke. she looked horrible, like she was two seconds away from dropping dead right in front of you. you didnt regret slapping her, but you couldn't stand seeing her like that so you walked to her locker and asked her if she was alright. she didnt answer you, but she did ask you something.

"do you really like me? like actually?". you were scared, was this just an evil ploy so she could humiliate you once again? you pushed aside your worried thoughts and nodded with your eyes glued to the ground. she let out a small 'wow' and stepped towards you. you looked up in fear, expecting her to hit you, yell at you, anything. but she didnt. instead, she smiled at you and you noticed her red face. she looked to the side and began speaking.

"I um, I'm really sorry.. the only reason I said those things is because.. well, I really like you, I guess. and, like, I guess I was just really jealous of all the other girls you've been with. I didnt even know I was... gay..". you stared at the side of her face with wide eyes, you couldn't believe what she was saying. "you're lying, maddy. I don't believe you." she looked at you and frowned, seeming to be thinking for a moment. she replaced her frown with a slight smile before placing her lips on yours, pulling you closer to her and kissing you gently.

it was hard for her to get used to dating you, a girl, and it was hard for you to get used to all the positive attention all the time

of course, some people weren't happy about your relationship (ahem ahem, nate.)

but you didnt care, maddy was finally yours.

I have no motivation to write today whatsoever but I have 2 asks and 2 drafts someone please help me I'm dying

I’d sell my soul for Alexa Demie. Not playing.

okay taking this back bc I realized I'm coming home from a roadtrip and I go back to school in a couple days... I'll finish up this last ask and maybe do a couple blurbs in my free time?? but school is v v stressful so I dont wanna be on my phone writing 24/7 lmao

requests arent really closed, just know that it might take me longer to write things for like, the next 2 or three weeks.

PLEASE send in asks I'm begging

I currently have absolutely ZERO asks in my inbox and I am so.bored.

I just... need content... to wriiiiite..

seriously tho! smut or fluff! not really in the mood for angsty shit

list of who I'll write for is below