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Taming the beast
Kyotani x F!reader
cw: fingering, pegging, degradation, petnames
Your eyes landed on Kyotani, or Mad Dog. The insatiable feeling grew inside you once again. The voice of the guy talking to you became further and further away as you smirked.
You were gonna tame the beast.
That's what you wanted since you first saw him. You were known around school, 'The insatiable girl'. Many had tried to have sex with you, failing since you ended up domming them. Some of them came back, begging for a second time. You considered yourself a simple girl, with the want to dom men. You were one in a few, that's for sure.
You never looked for anybody, they looked for you. But him, Kyotani was different. His aura, his way of walking, of speaking, of insulting everyone. My, he was a special one for you.
But, getting close to him was harder than- well, It seemed hard as well. He didn't seem to be attracted to you or any other girl, that made the chanllenge even better.
"Hey, you, mad dog!" You called out after school.
You saw him packing his things after everyone left the classroom and thought it was the perfect time.
He turned around with his usual scrowl, his eyes found yours and he grunted.
"Don't call me that." He spat, you giggled.
"Oh, Come on," you walked towards him "Just trying to chat with you"
He closed his bag and tossed it over his shoulder.
"Whatever."
He began walking off. Your voice stopped him.
"You know," you looked out the window "I wanna break you."
He stood stunned at your words and confession. He knew who you were but didn't really care about you or your 'insatiable' sex drive.
"Break me?" He laughed turning towards you, his gaze burning into your back "Try it."
You hummed while opening your bag and pulling out,
"What is that?" He was once again stunned at the object in your hand.
"A strap on, basically a dildo attatched to a harnes that a person wears to fuck another person, pretty simple" you explained.
"You want to...-" you nodded with a smile "Fuck off."
He turned around.
"Aw, that's too bad..." you pouted "I thought you were a tougher guy than that, Kyotani~"
He turned around faster this time.
"Listen here you-" he stopped and breathed heavily "I am tough-"
"Prove it then," you interrupted him.
He stayed quiet for a few seconds until he opened his bag taking a piece of paper and a pen out, wrote something on it and threw it at you before turning around and leaving.
You picked up the paper and opened it, his number.
"Got the beast," you said to yourself as you smirked.
"Hey ther-" he interruped you.
"Let's just do this." He walked beside you into your apartment.
"Okay~" you hummed.
He sat on your bed while taking off his clothes. You enjoyed the view as he finally took everything off. You licked your lips.
"So? Are you gonna 'break' me or not?" He teased with a smirk of his own.
You simply went to a drawer and grabbed the necessary things. He was laying down with his arms under his head.
"Fold your legs," you instructed.
He rolled his eyes but did as ordered. You hummed.
"Obedient like a dog hm," you grinned.
"Don't call me- hey!" He flinched "That's cold!"
"Gotta prepare you Mad Dog-chan" your fingers traced the small circle.
He shivered slightly and looked away, shame filling him. Your finger made its way in, he chocked on a moan as he held it back, you swirled it around a little before the second one joined inside him.
"How do you feel?" He held the pillow tight but acted alright.
"Weird, but fine." He responded.
Your fingers folded suddenly and he moaned loudly, his eyes wide as his body was invaded by a wave of pleasure.
"What- mhg!" He moaned again as you hit the same spot.
You took your fingers out, he fought back the urge to whine at the empty feeling. You put on the strap on around your waist and lubed up the dildo.
The tip made its way in until all of it was in.
"F-fuck..." he mumbled under his unsteady breath.
You stayed quiet, diving into the sounds that filled the room. His heavy breaths, the slap of skin against skin... his moans.
Finally, he began moaning, not giving two fucks if you or your neighbors heard. He was surprisingly whiny and loud, chocking on the erotic sounds every once in a while.
"I'm- n-no... i can't be- i'm!-" he was cut off by his own moan.
White spirts of cum came out of his tip staining his stomach. You brought a hand down to his pelvis and pressed down. He cried out in pleasure and agony, his senses melting along with his body.
His whole body shaking as his hands gripped the pillow, the sheets, your arm, everything at a white knuckle grip.
"It jurt sho gooood!" he managed to say, his own brain not processing the words.
"Really now?" You giggled and applied a little more pressure, enjoying the view once again.
His eyes were stuck to the ceiling in a trance, eyelids threatening to close as his iris went up. Saliva covering the edges of his mouth as it dripped down his chin. Tears staining his red cheeks. A master piece, your best one yet.
"Look at you Mad Dog-chan," you cooed watching as his body shook when he came again "So naughty"
"D-don't-" his words were sloppy as his mouth was filled with saliva he couldn't register to swallow "call me- that!"
"Hm," you looked up in thought "Is puppy better?"
He whined loudly, almost growling as he came again. You stopped moving and pulled out before getting up to your bathroom leaving him alone in your bed between your sheets, his cum, saliva and tears.
You came back seconds later with a small wet towel, gently passing it over his stomach and ass cleaning him. He stayed still, silently appreciating your actions.
"Y-you... are insane," he stated while you grabbed his clothes and throwing them to his side "But i'm worse... for liking this-"
"I guess then..." you mumbled to yourself.
He got up and clothed himself. Looking away as he opened your door.
"I...- I'll be coming over often... so..." he grunted at his own words and walked out.
You smiled as you pulled up your phone. Pictures of his messed up state of a few seconds ago appearing in your galery.
Ah, you always loved this part. Having memories of the boys you broke. But this one, was your trophy one.
"I tammed the beast," you giggled.
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CAN’T GET NO SATISFACTION | CHAPTER 1
DESCRIPTION: You are VP of Sales for a company with stores and major distribution links across the country and your executive assistant, and only real friend, is leaving. A temp is brought in to replace her, on probation, for you try him out. Of course, nobody told you that it was a him, or that his name was Dean Winchester, or that you’d want to try him out.
A/N: This is an office AU basically from this post. Yep, it’s all a setup for that joke.
[Dean x Reader. Characters: Dean, Reader, OFC
Words: 2,477.
Warnings: a couple of bad words that’s it I think. Mostly pining and eventual fluff]
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Most days you loved your job. You loved the variety of visiting clients all over your corner of the country, you loved the moment you saw them change their minds because of you and you loved inspiring your teams. Some people were made for jobs like this and you were one of them, nothing quite gave you a thrill like making a sale or teaching someone else how to. It’s just, as Vice President of Sales for the east coast, you made pretty big sales.
Of course, the job had its drawbacks. Meetings that tested your ability to stay awake in the face of unending boredom. Reports so dull that you were sure your eyes might bleed. Not to mention the hours. Responsibility for the biggest sales region meant your hours were rarely nine to five. Honestly, Dolly Parton had no idea how good she had it.
It was fine, obviously. You earned more than enough to account for your hours and over the years you’d curated a good team, every one of them dependable and hardworking. You appreciated the hell out of them and you made sure they knew it.
That’s what made it so difficult to watch one of them leave.
You knew you couldn’t keep Maddy forever. You wished you could, obviously, she had been the best assistant you’d ever had. Constantly trying to impress you, she hadn’t needed to try so hard, she was pretty impressive as it was. Always here before you, left after you, never questioned your hours and pretty much made sure your life ran like clockwork. Unfortunately, she was smart as a whip so after two years you couldn’t ignore her potential anymore and a year after that she was moving on.
“We all know why we’re here,” you held a plastic champagne flute in your manicured hand and looked over at your favorite employee, well, your friend. “Maddy, the traitor, is defecting to the dangerous world of marketing, leaving us and the field teams scrambling. God knows how many of us will end up at the wrong airport without her reminder emails.” You let your bright, office smile melt into something more genuine, “Mads, I couldn’t be more serious when I say I don’t know what I’ll do without you. But I’m so proud of you and I can’t wait to see you bust your way through that new team of yours until we’re working side by side.”
Everyone shares a collective ‘aww’ as you raise your glass in the air and finish with, “go get ‘em Mads!”
After your surrounding team has mumbled her name and taken a drink she finds herself trapped by people offering some personal congratulations and you find yourself leaning against her desk, watching everyone fawn over her. You’re the boss after all, as friendly as your staff might be with you none of them, save Maddy, were actually your friends. You didn’t have time for friends, which might be why her leaving hits you a little harder than you’d thought it would. For the amount of time you were forced together, she’s genuinely become more than an employee.
You linger a few minutes before you slip back inside your office. She was the woman of the hour and she needed to shake every hand and receive every hug. You, however, had a new product pitch that had to be finished before you could even think about leaving for the day.
“Knock, knock. Miss Y/L/N?”
Looking up you see the woman of the hour standing there, a smile on her face and rosy cheeks, you assume from the amount of champagne you’ve seen everyone pour for her.
You lean back and fold your arms over your chest with feigned annoyance on your face, “excuse me, is that how I asked you to address me?”
She laughs at you but doesn’t make any move to come further into your space, she knows not to disturb when you’re trying to work, “so bossy since you stopped being my boss.”
You return your eyes to the screen with a smile. “Stop getting ahead of yourself. You still work for me till Monday. I can’t be expected to brief your replacement. I have absolutely no idea how to run my own life.”
Maddy doesn’t let her own smile waver but her voice turns serious, “you going to have time for one more drink tonight?”
Your sigh alone should be answer enough but you look away from the letters that are turning fuzzy in front of you to apologize properly, “I’m sorry. If this isn’t done tonight then… well, it has to be done tonight. Besides aren’t those lot taking you out?”
She nods having worked for you long enough to understand. “They want to, but I told them my dragon of a boss needs me in early tomorrow to train her newbie. I think they’re planning on ruining me tomorrow night instead.”
“Oh, that’s considerate of them.” You're fine with that, you understand why you're not invited and you're not sure if you'd want to even go. Nobody want's to party with the boss and you don't want to be the person who turns the evening awkward.
“I thought so too. You need anything else before I head home?” Even with half a bottle of bubbles in her, you can tell the question is genuine. If you asked her to go and photocopy something right this second you knew she would.
You shake your head, “get out of here before I have to fire you. I’m a big girl, I can call my own car,” you wink playfully, “for once.”
His phone rings out its alarm and he groans into his pillow in response. Five fucking AM. He hated five AM and everything it stood for. He hated that his new job required him to see this time in the morning but, it was a considerable jump in pay and an opportunity to get out of being a goddamn temp.
And if there’s one thing he hated more than five AM, it was temping.
He had his morning routine down to a fine art. Shower, coffee, clothes. Always the same order, always out the door in twenty minutes.
What he hadn’t counted on was problems on the F train.
He’s forty-five minutes late when he shows up, including the night guard still sitting at front desk not being able to find his building pass, but his jaw unclenches when he gets to his floor and sees an empty office. Maybe he’s got away with it? Or was the six AM start a joke, to begin with? Hazing the new guy? He’d admittedly thought it pretty fucking ridiculous when he’d heard it.
“Oh my God finally, are you Dean?”
He looks down to realize this tiny woman in front of him appeared from nowhere. She already looks like she’s run half a marathon and shows no intention of stopping considering the piles of product pamphlets in her hands.
“Erm, yeah?”
The pamphlets are shoved into his hands now making the messenger bag hanging loosely from his shoulder drop to the floor. “Good. I’m Maddy and I have one day to show you the ropes. I guess rule number one would be don’t show up nearly an hour late but hopefully, you’re smart enough to know that already.”
He motions to the bright but empty office at the end of the room, “but she’s not…?”
“She’s already in her first meeting genius. So, you’re late meeting her, you’re late for me showing you how she takes her first coffee and you guessed it, you’re late for her first morning run through.”
He cringes in a way that says ‘shit’ without the word needing to be spoken.
“Yep. Now bring those over to my desk, although I suppose it’s yours now, and I’ll try and give you two years of information in the next twenty minutes.”
“I have been an assistant before…” he starts but then he catches what else she said, “why what happens in twenty minutes?”
Maddy smiles wickedly like she’s enjoying this far too much, “oh, that’s when she gets back.”
“I understand the issues you’re dealing with Doug, but my guys have enough to deal with in the upcoming quarter, this is not going to help.” You’re standing outside the meeting room you just exited arguing with your least favorite member of the executive team.
Doug’s smile is tight-lipped and his tone patronizing as ever, “that’s why we have you right? Sell it to them.”
You school your features as you often have to while speaking to the slimy Operations head, also known as the bane of your existence, “sell them a 40% reduction in stock because your Supply Chain team didn’t plan correctly? No problem. And here I was thinking I was here to sell to our clients.”
You spin on your heel and leave, although momentarily satisfied at getting the last word the unavoidable problem plagues you with it’s potential hit to your Q3 targets.
You’re about to storm into your office when you find the glass door being held open for you by a stranger. A handsome, you didn’t see many of those in the office, tall, stranger who keeps his green eyes focused respectfully ahead of him while you slowed to an almost stop in the doorway.
Maddy shouts up from her desk, “that’s Dean, the new me. He finally showed, want to see us in five?”
“Yeah… erm, no.” You remember yourself and the outcome of your first meeting, “Make it fifteen. I need to make a call. Can you get me my breakfast and let Robert know that I need to push lunch until next week?” Although sounding like it, none of it is a question.
You take your eyes off of Dean, who you hadn’t been staring at the entire time you’d been speaking, and head to your desk with a mind to dial your phone fiercely enough to forget your frustrations. Your fingers linger over the keypad as you pick up the headset though. Dean sits back at the desk with Maddy writing down, with a pen and paper you note, every word she’s saying. As much as you spearheaded the paperless office initiative it strikes you as cute that he’s sitting there with his yellow pad and pen, nodding like a bobble head while Maddy talked, you were sure, at a thousand miles per hour.
It’s when the dial tone in your ear disappears and becomes an incessant beep, for you not having dialed, that you think maybe you need to focus. Focus on your job obviously, not on your new assistant, the person working under you, the person it would be incredibly inappropriate for you to have any sorts of feelings towards.
Not that you did. You were just thrown for a second. Nobody had told you that your new assistant was… him.
Y/N liked a coffee every hour from 6am to 11am, which yeah that’s six fucking coffees, after that she switches to iced tea or ice water depending on her mood and it was apparently part of his job to know which one she wanted without her having to ask. Maddy kept promising that she was actually the best boss he could hope for but then these crazy things would slip out of her mouth that made it seem like Maddy might be delusional.
Along with her beverage of choice on the hour, he needed to have a run-down of any calls she’d missed or declined to pick up, and a summary of all her emails for the last hour. That was fine, pretty standard, but then she’d hit him with the sucker punch like the fact that Y/N texts at all hours, seven days a week, so she doesn’t forget anything. And she expects to have summary notes on everything she’d sent the next day.
“You don’t get it. She’s the youngest VP in the company and the youngest woman VP in the industry. She’s a legend. And she’s actually a good person too but she just has quirks. And sometimes those quirks involve you having to bribe an airline to get her a seat on a fully booked flight because the next available flight is her unlucky number.”
“So, she’s crazy?” He finally asks after listening to a couple of stories like this. Don’t get him wrong. He could deal with crazy, he has dealt with crazy before, he just liked to know what he was getting himself in for.
The salary was more than worth a little crazy after all.
Maddy frowns and he thinks maybe he’s offended her. Maybe they have some girl power, sisterhood of traveling pants, feminist thing going on.
“No, she’s not crazy. She’s busy being successful. Successful and still looking out for her team of fifty people including those in the field.” Maddy’s eyes are wide and insistent.
Damn. It’s not a woman thing, it’s a friend thing.
He dips his head in apology, which seems enough for now, but the PDF on her screen, which has been titled ‘So you’re Y/N Y/L/N’s new assistant?’ tells him that he’s not entirely wrong.
It’s forty-nine pages.
He can appreciate that Maddy seems to have a sense of humour with some of the advice she’s written out, and honestly, he’s worked at jobs where they leave you high and dry to figure this stuff out for yourself, so he does appreciate it, but nothing she’s showing him is convincing him of his new bosses sanity.
He can totally understand why she’s loco. He’s not an idiot, clearly, he knows who she is and her reputation. She’s responsible for the +5% growth in the northeast last year while the top eight competing brands had figures in the minus. In one of the hardest years since the recession, she kept things in a plus. He gets that she’s worked hard to get to where she is. So, if he has to make sure that she only ever travels to Washington on Wednesday’s because she likes the alliteration, then so be it.
He just doesn’t get why everyone’s acting like there’s not something wrong with her.
Everyone he’s spoken to, which to be fair is Maddy and only a handful of others, either loves her or at the very least respects her. There’s no complaining about keeping the office at exactly 62 degrees because she runs hot or how she only drinks espresso-based drinks so they don’t have a filter machine on this floor.
That’s the amazing thing. Not her sales figures, or her age or reputation. It’s that nobody seems to hate her.
Although Maddy assures him that if he was asking Doug from Ops or Mark in Finance, he might hear a different story.
Continue to Chapter 2
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FICTION: Ivanka Run: Chapter 1- Greetings from Crimea
After years on the lam, world-class criminal mastermind Ivanka Trump must come out of hiding to find her long-lost husband.
Una Donna Sconosciuta
“Vuole qualcosa di più, signora?”
“No, grazie,” the woman smiled. As the waiter walked back inside, she placed her paper on the table and, running a hand through her cropped, jet-black hair, looked out across the piazza. She closed her eyes and angled her face up at the waning evening light, when she was startled by a name she hadn’t heard uttered in years.
“Ivanka.”
Greetings from Crimea
Ivanka unclasped her shutters and pulled them open. “Give it a minute. It won’t be so stuffy.” The man grunted in response, and keeping his hands in his pockets, he surveyed the stucco-walled, sparsely decorated living room, sweeping his socked feet along the cool, burgundy tile floor. Though outside the sun had fallen below the tops of the surrounding buildings, the earth seemed to still radiate with the day’s baked-in heat. “Do you want a drink?” Ivanka crossed the room to a small bar set up in the corner.
“Bellini.”
“They’re playing Taylor’s latest video everywhere around here.” She looked back at him over her shoulder as she filled a glass with champagne, flashing a wry grin. “Kay certainly looks healthy.”
“I may have a lead on where he is, Vank.” Ivanka set the bottle down hard on the table. A dog barked in the courtyard below.
“He’s dead, Josh.”
Josh sat down in a wicker chair and proffered a postcard from his inside jacket pocket. “I received this in the mail last week. Postmarked Simferopol.” Ivanka stepped across the room to where Josh sat and took the postcard from his hand. There was no message written. She flipped it over to the front, and emblazoned across the top of a photograph of a cathedral were the words “Greetings from Crimea.”
A Brother’s Intuition
“Mind if I vape?”
“No, please. The fog helps keep my skin dewy.” Ivanka continued to study the postcard, flipping it over again and again, as if some new clue would suddenly manifest itself. “Christ, Josh, this could’ve come from anyone. The Main Directorate. Deutsche Bank. There may still be an outstanding account with a Central Park West body image coach. Someone’s trying to set you up.”
“I’ve received plenty of those. Ruses. Red herrings. This is different. I have a feeling about this one.”
“A feeling. I certainly had a feeling, too, when I received Jared’s severed hand by way of DHL.”
“Pssh,” Josh shook his head. “You know how many stray men’s hands they have lying around the crown prince’s palace?”
“With fingers that dainty?”
Josh drained the last of his Bellini. “Think, Vank. If he is alive, that could be your ticket back.”
Addio
“One thing’s for certain,” Josh said, standing from the wicker chair and stepping over to the window, “you’re not safe here.” He placed his glass on the window sill. “I mean, if I can find you.”
Ivanka watched Josh take a long pull from his vape pen. A dense, peach-flavored cloud escaped between his smiling lips. She sighed. “You have a big fucking mouth, Josh.”
“It’s one of my best features,” he shrugged. “I got us a couple tickets on the regional train to Milan. I figure from ther—” The words seemed to catch in his throat. He coughed, his hand absently undoing the top button of his shirt. “Flom thur we cah—” He braced himself against the windowsill as he continued to hack. He looked up at Ivanka, his eyes filled with sudden shock and disdain.
“You have plenty of other fine features, as well, Josh,” Ivanka grinned, “not least of which being your taste in champagne cocktails.”
Josh’s hand slipped from the window sill, and he collapsed onto the tile floor, his cough abating as his body went still. Ivanka quickly crossed over to where he lay and began rifling through his pockets, removing his cell phone, two train tickets, and a small tube of high-end moisturizer, before moving over to the bar in the corner and sliding out a compact roller suitcase from the space underneath. She secured the cell phone and train tickets, along with the postcard, in an exterior pouch, and without looking back, grabbed the suitcase’s telescoping handle and exited the apartment, shutting the door behind her.
Train to Milan
Ivanka balanced a corner of the postcard on her knee, absently rotating it around, as she watched the countryside roll past her train window. Just a couple more hours to Milan. She figured once there, she’d run down her list of contacts. Certainly, she must have a friend left in that city who could help arrange a transport, or at the very least, some dego sap with modest influence and a penchant for soft-spoken, Monica Vitti types.
She glanced down again at the postcard. Greetings from Crimea. Ivanka remembered the first trip she took with Jared to Simferopol. They had made a brief stopover on their way back from the G20 summit to talk business with Konstantin. She was so taken with Jared’s quiet genius; the way he was able to convince Konstantin to accept swing state voter data in exchange for exclusive building rights on Ukraine’s largest landfill for herring carcasses.
But after all, that was a lifetime ago.
Monica Vitti’s Papers
“So, it’s ready, then?” Ivanka asked, following a squat, besuited man to a desk in the rear of his office. She glanced around the room and noted that the space, with its high ceilings, brand new fixtures, and chic decor, belied the man’s chosen line of work. Behind him, an expansive window looked down upon the train station’s pale facade.
“Is fast order. Not easy,” the man said. He bent down behind his desk and unlocked the bottom drawer.
“Your man said three days. It’s been a week already. I’m nearly on a first-name basis with the guys who sell slap bracelets in front of the Duomo.”
He chuckled and, fishing out a red passport from the drawer, slapped the booklet on the desktop. “Is good work. You see?” The man grinned. He had yellow-stained, watery eyes. Half of a pencil mustache terminated in a splotchy scar that Ivanka guessed had been caused by an old chemical burn.
She picked up the passport and quickly scanned its pages. “Checks out. Grazie,” she said, slipping the booklet into her pocket.
“Is nothing, signora.” His eyes lingered over her as he absently stroked the single end of his mustache. “You remind me of somebody, signora. You know?”
Ivanka took a tentative step back. “No.”
“Ah! Monica Vitti!” The man clapped his hands, and Ivanka smiled. He laughed loudly. “L’eclisse!”
A Stroll Through the Gardens
The days in Simferopol tend to run together, particularly when your innkeeper only serves borscht. Ivanka hadn’t dared look into her toilet since she arrived.
Progress was slow to nil. She had to tread carefully. There were quite a few people in the region who would’ve been interested to learn of her return. Of course, many of them were dead now. Dead or in the wind, like her. All the more reason why Ivanka thought Jared’s presence in Simferopol to be unlikely. But then, why was she there? Due diligence? Wishful thinking? Or maybe she’d simply wanted to practice her patronyms.
Ivanka had taken to strolling around the university’s botanical gardens in the afternoons. Despite herself, she’d felt drawn to its winding, tree-lined paths, its long rows of flowers. When she and Jared were there years before, they had spent hours in the garden taking in the sights, making future plans, and discussing the respective values of various accounts on the books at Deutsche Bank.
Ivanka approached the edge of a small meadow, reached into her coat pocket, and pulled out the postcard. She read its face again. Greetings from Crimea. A postcard is a message, but also a keepsake.
A smile crept across Ivanka’s face. It was a funny thing, memory.
FICTION: Ivanka Run: Chapter 1- Greetings from Crimea was originally published on Weekly Humorist
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Camila wouldn’t call herself smart. Hardworking maybe, someone who puts too much pressure on herself sure, but smart? Not totally.
Shawn and Dinah prefer the word insane to describe her. Being smart is one thing, but doubling up on math and science in the same year? Sounds a bit like torture. Most people take one somewhat challenging elective and then an easy one to have a break, but Camila feels behind since their school makes freshmen do earth science instead of biology, so chemistry and intro to statistics it is.
The first day of school she realizes it might not have been the best idea. Statistics is first period and the syllabus itself is scary enough, not to mention the fact that she’s the only underclassman in the class.
She has her study period to calm herself down, but then it’s off to biology then chemistry back to back.
“Okay well me and Shawny boy are off to photography 2, which is you know, the same exact thing as photo 1 so you have fun in your torture,” Dinah comments as the three walk down the halls after biology ends.
“Yeah Mila for real I don’t get how you’re going to do all this, but actually you are kind of a genius so you’ll probably handle it all fine,” Shawn adds from the other side of Dinah. “But you’re off in A414 right? Cause this seems like your exit,” he jokes gesturing to one of the rooms on her left and she huffs, nods and waves them off before going for her next junior class.
“Have fun Mila!” she hears Dinah call after her but she ignores it and slowly enters the room scanning for someone she might recognize to sit with. She isn’t exactly the most social, so aside from the workload having no friends in any of her classes is pretty scary too.
Luckily she spots Normani, one of the girls who runs student council sitting at a lab group in the end of the room with a girl she doesn’t recognize and makes a move towards her with a wave that’s reciprocated. The two have hung out a few times but have enough mutual friends that Camila feels comfortable in taking a seat across from Normani and diagonal from the stranger, who Camila now recognizes as one of the soccer captains.
“Hey Mila, I didn’t know you were taking chem this year?” Normani asks with a smile as she turns to face the smaller girl. “Aren’t you in bio with Dinah and them?”
“Yeah actually I’m coming from there, this is just an elective I guess,” Camila answers shyly, not wanting to sound like she’s bragging about her course load because she doesn’t really think it’s something to brag about, just a dumb choice that she’s too lazy to go to guidance and change.
“Whoa, hold up you’re doubling up on sciences?” the raven haired girl breaks in curiously waiting for Camila’s nod of confirmation to continue. “Fuck bio alone was hard enough but chemistry seems like it’s about to be a shit show. Not trying to scare you of course just umm, if you ever need tutoring or help with shit let me or Mani know okay?” the stranger offers and Camila’s face breaks into a smile at the offer from the kind girl whose name she can’t place. “I’m Lauren by the way.”
“Camila,” Camila replies with a smile. “And thank you for the offer, I’ll let you know but I spend enough time locked in my room to fit some studying in, shouldn’t be too torturous,” she jokes and luckily Lauren and Normani laugh along instead of looking at her weirdly for referencing how antisocial she is.
Lauren has a nice laugh, Camila notices with a small grin, knowing to keep it subtle though. She’s finally this year coming to terms with liking girls but she’s always lacked subtlety staring at the pretty ones even before she knew she was bisexual.
They chat for a few minutes, no teacher in sight yet and most of the class still not there, but ultimately the conversation shifts like this.
“Fuck,” Lauren mumbles, putting her pens back into her bag and waving over at the door before turning back to Camila and Normani. “I don’t mean to be rude, but my friends just came in and I kind of promised I’d sit with them so…”
“That’s fine Lo, nothing taken personal,” Normani smiles in a friendly way, sending a wave herself towards the friends where Camila turns to spot Keana and Alexa bickering as they take an empty group of four.
“Okay well it was nice to officially meet you Camila, and offer still stands, though I’m sure Mani is a better go for tutoring, hell I’ll probably need your help by next week,” Lauren jokes as she stands and swings her bag over her shoulder.
“Yeah I’ll see you around I guess,” Camila smiles and then Lauren is up and across the room. A few moments later Hailee plops herself down in the vacated seat, introducing herself in a less charming but still polite way before ranting about her AP Bio class from earlier and how they already have homework packets.
So Hailee turns out to be gay and Lauren turns out to be in Camila’s algebra 2 class the following period too.
Camila ends up assigned behind Lauren for the seating chart and she spends a majority of the first half of the year staring at Lauren’s hair and wanting to run her fingers through the soft looking dark locks.
They don’t really talk, other than a few jokes and a few times that Camila helps Lauren answer a homework problem. One day they sit at lunch together with a group of mutual friends aftermath and junior prom comes up. It’s only October still but it’s exciting. When they’re talking about the discount on tickets for gay students, Camila makes a comment/joke about assuming people are gay until proven straight instead of vice versa like normal people, and Lauren laughs at it for almost the whole lunch period.
Camila doesn’t know when she decides she has a huge crush on Lauren but it happens at some point. She’s not out yet but she knows that Dinah and Shawn can read her like a book and know about it. Dinah warns her that Lauren’s apparently kind of annoying and slutty which, “fuck you Dinah don’t slut shame people you don’t know,” and Shawn just shoots Camila sympathetic looks whenever she randomly finds a way to insert Lauren into the conversation.
Halfway into October Lauren comes into school on crutches and as said, Camila has a slight crush at this point so she can’t help but feel awfully for the girl despite never really talking to her. She works up the courage to offer to help carry Lauren’s bags to algebra 2 since they have that class together anyways but Lauren insists that some boy scout Hunter already took the job himself with a playful roll of her eyes.
Lauren’s dating someone she thinks, doesn’t know her too well so she can’t be sue but she always sees her with a boy from drama club and is relieved that at least it’s Liam, who’s a total sweetheart, and not some fuck boy. But still, she is dating someone else so Camila kind of thinks having a crush on her is a bad idea, so she thinks maybe she should just stop it (as if).
The second half of the year goes the same as the first, Camila with a hopeless crush and Lauren with a lack of knowledge for Camila’s infatuation. Sometimes Camila wonders if Lauren even remembers her name, but occasionally Lauren will ask her what she got for a math problem and that’s enough for her.
It’s not even a major crush though, sure she gets a little ache in her chest whenever she sees Lauren with Curtis (her new boyfriend in the spring who’s once again a pretty decent guy), but that’s just because Camila is kind of a hopeless romantic and she takes her crushes seriously.
Still though, she has other crushes too, and by the time it’s summer, she kind of forgets all about Lauren since they never see each other and moves on to other people who she likes to daydream about kissing and calling beautiful.
Plus the last month of school they pick their own seats in math so Lauren moves over to sit with Hailee (the only other junior in the class) and Dinah moves to sit with Camila.
So yeah she’s over it.
After sitting with Hailee for a year in chemistry Camila finds herself hanging out with the older girl more, until finally she’s comfortable enough to tell Hailee about her sexuality. She trusts Hailee, maybe it’s because she’s gay herself, maybe it’s because she seems like a good friend, but once she tells her it all kind of spills and her “past” crush on Lauren becomes a major teasing point.
Hailee admits that although she is kind of friends with Lauren, she’s always thought the girl was annoying in a way, not really able to explain why, but she also doesn’t make any rude comments or hasty remarks like Dinah had, she just shoots Camila’s hopes down by drawing out how straight Lauren is.
Junior year for Camila comes fast though and it’s a busy start in which she shares no classes with the raven haired girl.
When she sees her in the hall she gets butterflies in her stomach and when Lauren smiles back at her she feels like she’s getting punched in the gut, but now Lauren’s dating Brad who’s kind of a fuck boy so she’s definitely over it (even if she’s not).
Camila ends up on crutches because of a sprained ankle for only a week, but Lauren smiles at her in the halls more that week and Camila smiles back a little brighter with a small chuckle because it kind of feels like an inside joke with them both being crippled at around the same time years apart and all.
For the most part Camila doesn’t really notice Lauren, obviously whenever she sees ehrs eh does, but it’s a huge school with a lot of people, so yeah, that’s a thing of the past.
“Fucking, what the fuck is it?” Camila mumbles into the phone as she rolls over in bed to eye her alarm clock that reads three in the morning. Hailee better be in jail or a killer’s basement if she’s waking Camila up this early (late?) for some shit.
“You’ll never guess who just accidentally drunkenly outed herself!” Hailee screams into the phone, obviously high and obviously trying to talk over the loud music of a party Camila chose to not attend. Hailee is like her only friend who would’ve been there anyways since Dinah is out of town, so why would she go.
She gets annoyed at first, that she’s being woken up to find out that someone did something like that. Hailee sounds excited but Camila feels more annoyed that she’s happy that someone did something they might not be ready to face the sober consequences of.
“The answer my sleepy friend is Lauren Jauregui,” she continues to yell and Camila feels her breath hitch and sits up in bed, suddenly more awake than she was before. “Do you hear me Mila? You finally got a chance to hop on that girl, the Lauren Jauregui! It’s crazy I always assumed she was straight but she just- boom, it happened she just said she’s bi and-”
“I’m going back to bed Hails,” Camila grunts out and hangs up before her friend can reply.
Camila’s too tired to think about whether or not she’s actually over it. She thinks it’s ironic now that Lauren laughed so hard at her whole “assume people are gay” joke.
The next morning she isn’t though. Her and Dinah decide to get coffee since they’re both up and they need to catch up since Dinah’s been gone all week.
When Camila casually tries to bring up that Lauren outed herself, she can feel Dinah sending her a calculating look so she quickly changes the subject to how she stopped texting Austin because he kept trying to make her give him head and ew, why do guys act like that so often?
Ultimately over the course of the next few weeks she forgets about it. Not really actually, but she doesn’t think of Lauren a lot, it’s just whenever she sees her in the halls or hear’s her name brought up that she remembers the spark of hope that maybe she could have a chance with her dream girl.
It’s two weeks later that Dinah finally drags Camila out to a party, pulling some line about not wanting to go alone and Camila was planning to have a night in reading but instead she decides to cave at least this once for her friend, hoping to get a break for at least a year or two after this.
“Walz, you sure you’re fine going? I didn’t mean to pressure you but I’m probably going to spend most of the time with Siope anyways - no don’t make that face we’re still just friends -but you’ll be all good?” Dinah queries as they walk from her car to the back door of some dimly lit house down the street that will probably smell like teenage disappointment mixed with weed.
“Yeah Cheech I promise I’ll be all good, and I’m not drinking obviously so you can have fun, just try to stay stable we don’t want a repeat of Christian’s house last year,” Camila teases, looking back on the time DInah got so blackout drunk she woke up with bruises and cuts she didn’t remember getting.
“Shush up,” Dinah scolds with a blush at the memory.
They continue the small walk in silence and as soon as they’re in Camila regrets going. She doesn’t say anything obviously, but she plasters a fake smile on and goes off to hangout with Shawn and Niall who’re smoking in the kitchen with some other people she doesn’t know.
She’s never been a party person and mainly just because she’s socially awkward, but also because she hates being the only sober one because then she feels responsible when something goes wrong.
“I have an announcement to make!” she hears someone shout from the couch area and sure enough Lauren Jauregui is unstably standing on the couch with her hands cupped over her mouth. “Guys listen please I-” she cuts herself off as she almost trips but her giggly friend Keana gives her a hand in staying up. “I lost my phone, I repeat, missing phone on the loose and I need it. It has a purple case and- hey wait Keana come back don’t…” she trails off, obviously getting distracted in her drunken state.
Camila thinks she wants to find Lauren’s phone.
They don’t talk so she obviously doesn’t want to seem desperate to help because nobody else is, but obviously the older girl is completely shitfaced and obviously a phone is a necessary thing to have. She scans over the counters, trying to be subtle but probably not succeeding (not that it matters, everyone is too high to notice anyways).
She comes up empty but luckily spots Zendaya sitting in the couch area charging her phone, so she heads over there to look more. Having someone to talk to in the area just helps lessen her anxiety about being in the party in the first place, which is why she’s going to be using people as musical chairs to look for Lauren’s phone.
“Hey Z,” Camila greets with a smile and Zendaya looks up in a daze and smiles brightly back waving over before looking back at her phone.
Austin comes over, drunk and obnoxious as ever, flirting with both girls at the same time but not noticing that Camila’s attention isn’t on him, but rather digging between the couch cushions to find a certain purple cased phone.
She doesn’t know why she needs to find it really, just that it might give her an excuse to talk to Lauren even if only for a minute.
She hits something that feels an awful lot like a lifeproof case and her face automatically breaks into a smile as she manovuers hr fingers between the cushions in attempt to get a better grip. Geez, how the fuck did she get this so stuck down here, Camila wonders but the thought leaves her head when she pulls it out and it is a purple case, a breath of relief leaving her lips.
Lauren stumbles into the area a moment later, Alexa on her heels this time as she struggles to focus on scanning the tables and floor for the phone, but Camila catches her before she hurts herself looking.
“Lauren,” she calls shyly and can’t help but smile when wide green eyes meet hers right away. “Is this it?” she asks nervously holding up the phone and Lauren’s face breaks into a smile that makes her want to hide her phone again later just so she can find it again.
“Oh my god Camila Cabello you are a lifesaver, you-” Lauren cuts herself off by pulling Camila into a tight hug but moe stumbling into it herself. “Thanks so much,” Lauren continues, cupping Camila’s cheeks in her drunken haze and smiling brightly as she wraps her other arm around the flustered girl’s shoulders. “I love you oh my god thank you so-”
“Lauren give the girl space god,” Alexa cuts in, obviously less drunk and eyeing Camil a little skeptically before throwing her a smirk and wink, but still pulling Lauren off before she can ramble anymore. Then her attention is on beerpong though, and Alexa sends Camila another grateful look before following Lauren.
She goes back to Shawn, still smiling over her moment but now focusing more on how to kill the next hour or two while Dinah has fun.
They end up upstairs with a group, smoking in a free room while Camila looks after a few drunk sleeping people and laughs along with the stoners.
“No I don’t wanna- Lu stop it I’m not in the mood for this,” she hears outside when it’s nearing midnight and it doesn’t take her over a few seconds to recognize Lauren’s voice. Everybody in the room stops their laughing when they hear it and a few concerned looks are shared based on Luis’s track records and Camila is the first one up and out the door, Shawn close behind her.
“What the fuck is going on here?” she demands as she walks across the small hall, kicking open the door to see Lauren lying on the bed with Luis’s hand working it’s way up her shirt.
“Camila hey we were just getting to it, no big deal though but could you shut the door on your-”
“Luis, dude she’s fucked up don’t do this right now,” Shawn scolds as she steps into the room behind Camila who’s glared hard enough for Luis to move his hands back to himself, Lauren dazed in place on the bed.
“What? She’s.. She’s totally fine, she does this every week,” Luis tries to argue, feigning oblivion as he reaches for Lauren’s hand, trying to make her seem awake but her eyes have drifted closed at this point.
“Luis go downstairs, have fun with the rest of the party, I’m not leaving the room until you do,” Camila says in a calm tone, knowing he’s the only other sober person here and knowing that he won’t go through with it if she shames him enough. “This is completely taking advantage of her and you know it too,” she continues and that’s what makes him snap out of the bed and start towards the door, pouting like a five year old who was just sent to the time out corner.
“It’s fucking not but if you want to be a fucking tight ass about it-”
“Dude just get the fuck downstairs,” Shawn cuts in, shoving him out the door and towards the stairs, which unfortunately Luis manages to not fall down.
“Thanks Shawn, you good with the people in there? I want to make sure he doesn’t creep back up for her?” Camila suggests with a disgusted look at the fact that people actually have the thought process of Luis.
“Yeah Mila I got them, and if not Zendaya was sobering up so I can send her for help. Plus I think Keana said they were leaving at 12:30 so you shouldn’t have to babysit for too long, I know you don’t like it,” he jokes gesturing to Lauren who’s passed out on the bed.
“I’ll be all good, don’t get too turnt,” she waves him off and he turns giving her a grossed out look before shutting the door.
Camila sighs and runs a hand through her hair before lowering the light a little bit and going to perch at the edge of the bed Lauren is on, but is stunned when she turns around and Lauren is sitting up slightly looking at her with a smile.
“Thank you Camz,” Lauren mumbles, reaching a hand out to lightly grasp Camila’s making butterflies shoot tenfold in her stomach and everywhere else. “First my phone, now from that douchebag, you really are my savior,” she continues in a cute dazed way that makes Camila feel like she might die because an overdose of sweetness.
“No problem Lo,” Camila squeezes her hand back and leans against the headboard tentatively, apparently inviting Lauren to lean on her shoulder and go back to sleep.
She doesn’t go on her phone, doesn’t go to sleep, doesn’t really do anything. She just lies with Lauren Jauregui, the girl who she barely knows but feels so much for.
“Knock knock? Camila? Lauren? You guys in here still?” a voice breaks the silence after god knows how long (45 minutes). Camila lifts her head in the darkness and makes out Alexa smirking at her from the doorway in the dim light. “Hey I’m here to scoop up this one. Sorry if she gave you any trouble - and if she didn’t thank you for sitting with her I lost her awhile ago but Shawn said you had her and I figured you’re a trustworthy person,” Alexa smiles as she sits at the edge of the be against Camila’s legs.
“It was no problem at all really,” Camila smiles as she gently lifts Lauren off her shoulder and runs a hand through her messy hair from lying down. “I’m not much of a party person so I didn’t mind watching her to make sure nobody tried to pull anything.”
“Well still,” Alexa smiles and reaches to shake Lauren’s shoulder to wake her while still looking at Camila, “thank you.”
Camila helps her carry Lauren downstairs, blushing when Lauren’s hand brushes against high on her rib cage and smiling when she finally sits Lauren in Alexa’s car because it means she’s managed to keep Lauren safe for at least tonight. Alexa’s boyfriend thanks her too before getting into the driver’s seat since he’s designated driver and Alea shoots her another smug smile and hugs her goodbye before they’re gone.
She watches them drive away, missing Lauren’s presence and cursing the fact that obviously she isn’t over it, before turning around and getting ready to carry Dinah back to her own car.
Things kind of change the next week. The third term of school begins, so schedules shift and lunches change. Camila gets the unlucky luck of having her lunch with only seniors. She sits with Hailee, Lauren, Alexa, Troye, and a few other randoms but spends most time talking to Hailee since she’s comfortable with that (and Hailee kees making snippy comments at Lauren cause she still doesn’t really like her or whatever and Camila wants to stop seeing Lauren’s eyes go sad so she figures she’ll distract the girl).
“I’m telling you Mila, just go to the party on Friday and you can totally hookup with her, then poof, crush gone,” Hailee jokes over facetime late one night as Camila crams for their precalculus quiz (it’s Hailee and Camila’s only class together and their priorities are shown by the current situation). “C'mon Camila it’ll be fun, it’s St. Patty’s day for Christ’s sake.”
“I know, I know but can you please, can we please focus here? We have like six hours until this quiz and I still don’t get anything,” Camila cuts in, trying to ignore the blush at the idea of hooking up with Lauren but also knowing she would never go through with it, not if Lauren’s drunk.
“I’m just saying if you don’t hook up with her I will,” Hailee teases from the other line and that certainly catches Camila’s attention.
“Hailee-”
“I’m kidding, god chill out, I mean sure she’s hot as fuck but- actually no I would hookup with her but she’s kind of annoying as fuck,” Hailee concludes as she thinks over the idea.
“Hailee we’ve been friends for a while now and I know I haven’t exactly made a move but would you actually do that to me?” Camila asks with a frown at the thought of Hailee going after the girl she knows Camila is crushing on hard.
“No because you’re not going to pussy out,” Hailee answers simply as she leans over to finally pull her notes out of her bag. “So the plan now for Friday…”
Camila groans in annoyance but listens for the next hour as Hailee plans how she’s going to set the two up.
-
Camila goes to the party for an hour. Lauren isn’t there because the school musical is that night and Lauren of course helps direct it. Hailee is there for like ten minutes in the end of Camila’s stay, but ultimately she decides it’s not worth it and calls an uber.
She leaves Dinah with Zendaya who’s vowed not to drink and goes home for a night of reading and netflix.
-
Camila’s best friend is still Dinah, especially since she’s come out to her and they’ve grown closer in trust, but Hailee relates to her more in the whole being bi way, so telling her about her gay problems is just natural.
so I had a dream that I was dating this really cute girl on my basketball team but I woke up and I don’t play basketball or know that girl so I’m upset.
Camila sends the text with a chuckle, thinking it’s funny and rolling over for maybe five more minutes of nap time, but a vibration from her phone cuts out that idea and she turns to see two new messages from Hailee.
lol I hooked up w Lauren last night
That’s the first one.
she fucked Luis after.
That’s the second one.
She doesn’t reply. That’s not true actually, she sends back “you’re a dick” but then she doesn’t reply for the rest of the three day weekend. She’s mad at Hailee and she really regrets getting any sort of crush on Lauren Jauregui at this point.
She knows it’s a little unfair. If she had been actively pursuing Lauren she would’ve been a lot more mad, it’s just that Hailee knew she liked the girl, and she also knew that Camila had specifically said she’d be mad if she kissed her at all. So Camila doesn’t really know how to approach this.
Hailee blows up her phone, but not with apologies, just more stories about how many people she got with and how fun the party was and how drunk Lauren was and Camila feels a bit sick to her stomach as the notifications roll in. Hailee isn’t apologetic, that’s the main point. She knows that Camila is hurt by this and she told her they hooked up without a care. Not to mention telling her Luis fucked her after knowing how proud Camila was for keeping him away from her the last week.
Lunch is awkward to say the least. Camila hasn’t talked to Hailee in three days and Hailee is acting like she has no reason to be upset, obliviously greeting her with a wave to which Camila flips her off and moves over to sit with Troye. Lauren and Alexa stop laughing at whatever they were with Hailee when they see the reaction but Zendaya starts a conversation quickly with the group to make sure there’s no awkward tension.
“You okay butterfly girl?” Troye nudges her quietly, smiling gently and Camila thinks he’s the cutest person ever and can’t not smile back, glad that the rest of the table isn’t paying them attention.
“Yeah I’m, I’ll be fine,” Camila decides and pulls out a banana and gatorade before deciding to spend the lunch catching up with the boy since she hasn’t talked to him much this month.
It goes over this way for the next week, Camila saying “fuck you,” to Hailee then ignoring the world besides Troye.
She catches Alexa’s eye on the Thursday though and can’t ignore the girl when she nods towards the bathroom then gets up. Camila follows slowly, trying not to blush under Lauren’s quizzical stare at the two leaving.
“Look Camila,” Alexa starts as she pulls the other girl into the bathroom and checks to make sure nobody’s feet are under the stalls. “They were both shit faced, I know that’s not an excuse for Hailee being a douche about it but-”
“Woah woah woah wait Hailee told you guys that’s why I’m mad?” camila cuts in demandingly, horrified at the idea of Lauren knowing how petty she’s being over this.
“Ha god know, Hailee is being a bit of a bitch about it, I just have a pair of eyes and know how to work them,” Alexa answers with a chuckle. “I don’t know how Lauren hasn’t noticed considering her eyes don’t really leave you but like, seriously it meant shit to her. So you can be mean to Hailee for however long you want and I’ll support it but come to my house tomorrow night. Not a lot of people will be there but I’ll try to help you out okay?”
Camila’s jaw is a little bit agape because of everything that was just said, but she nods hesitantly at the invitation, assuming maybe it’s a small get together but not knowing what to expect in the slightest. But you know what? Fuck everything and hopefully fuck Lauren Jauregui, she’s done playing nice and if the chance comes she’s getting her dream girl no matter what.
Dinah apparently has an invite too and it’s not a small get together but a pretty big party, just more exclusive when it comes to who’s allowed in.
Lauren is drunk when she gets there. That would ruin old Camila’s plans. Well honestly it still kind of does ruin her plans because obviously Camila can’t actually go through with taking advantage of her what kind of person would that make her out to be? But new Camila is mad and likes to pretend she’s still going to go through with whatever flirting he can conjure up, so she makes her way over to where Lauren and Harry are drunkenly perched on the couch gigling over god knows what.
“Hey Mila,” Harry grins, spotting her first and making Lauren’s head snap up towards her.
“Camz!” she squeals in delight at seeing her and pulls her down onto the couch into a hug, partially in her lap making Camila blush red as a tomato. “Camzi I haven’t talked to you all week,” she notes happily and Camila smiles confusedly because she doesn’t quite know when they ever really talked.
“Hey Lo, Haz, what’re you guys laughing about over here it seems fun?” she questions with a grin as Harry leans on her shoulder and Lauren moves more into her lap on the other side (obviously a touchy drunk).
The question spikes the two to start laughing even more once again before one of them can answer Camila, who is a little high from the joint on the way here but not nearly enough to laugh at nothing yet.
“Well me and Lo were talking about like, you know, having a threesome or some shit,” Harry explains through his giggles and Camila feels her jaw drop slightly but tries to keep a curious smile plastered on. “But we don’t know who to get, or like, you know how to be subtle about it,” he elaborates further with a smirk.
“Harry,” Lauren leans over to whisper but the whispering is ineffective because she’s literally on top of Camila. “what about her?” and she’s giggling as she says it still, which makes Camila know that the girl will probably fall asleep before she can successfully fuck someone like the last time she partied with Lauren.
But now both drunks are looking at Camila, smiling widely with hopeful eyes and new Camila kind of has a plan and- “I’m not drunk enough for this,” she decides with a straight face making them both go into another fit of laughter as Lauren lens over to reach for an abandoned cup that Camila reluctantly takes a chug from before she feels Harry’s hand pulling her up and Lauren’s warm arm sneaking around her waist.
She’s never been to Alexa’s house, she’s not as drunk as them but her nervousness and her eagerness and her confusedness combine to make her two thousand times more out of it and she lets them lead her towards the staircase. It’s a busy staircase though, and Harry’s voice perks up with a laugh at one point and then his hand is out of hers and he’s still laughing with whom Camila thinks is Zayn Malik about some interrupting cow joke.
Fuck wait that means-
“Looks like it’s a twosome,” Lauren jokes into the crook of Camila’s neck as she pushes her over the threshold into a dark room that Camila assumes is a bedroom before shoving Camila up against the closing door.
She lets Lauren kiss her neck for a few moments, wrapping her hands nervously to play with the drunk girl’s hair as she peppers kisses and nips occasionally at the soft, heated skin.
She doesn’t see the kiss coming.
Now Camila has been wanting to kiss Lauren for a long time now. Maybe it was since that day in algebra when Lauren couldn’t put her own chair up because of the crutches so Camila did it for her and she was thanked with a smile. Maybe it was in chemistry that one time they worked on a lab together with Normani too and Lauren ate the m&ms they were supposed to be measuring the mass of then shushed them when the teacher walked around. Maybe- no definitely it was that first day of chemistry when Camila had no idea who she was, just knew she kind of wanted to kiss her.
The actual kiss isn’t the sweet first kiss she wants though. It tastes like tequila and weed and Lauren’s tongue feels too sloppy in her mouth because the girl is still laughing and the hands pawing at her waist aren’t trying to grope, but rather stay up steadily and Camila can’t do this.
“Fuck,” Camila pulls away with a gasp and holds at Lauren’s shoulders when the older girl tries to go back in for another kiss. “Lauren…” Camila interrupts the attempted kissing and after a moment finally manages to separate herself completely but doesn’t let go of Lauren’s arms so the girl doesn’t fall over.
“Camz what’s - did I do something wrong or..?” Lauren asks nervously, not giggling anymore and looking down at the ground anxiously.
“No no that’s not… it’s nothing you did Lo it’s just…” Camila trails off and before she can finish decides Lauren needs to sit down and she does too because she can’t believe she almost just did that. She leads Lauren over to the bed and the dejected girl slowly follows and allows herself to be sat down, reaching to turn to bedside lamp on so that she can see Camila’s face.
Camila wants to cry when she sees how dazed and sad Lauren is.
Scratch that, she does cry when she sees how dazed and sad Lauren is.
“Camz? Fuck Camila what’s wrong did I like… fuck did I make you uncomfortable or something with that? I shouldn’t have done that oh my-” Lauren begins nervously pulling Camila towards her to half embrace her and rubbing gently at the tears falling from the smaller girl’s eyes, not knowing what was done wrong but wanting to fix it because she doesn’t like when Camila is sad.
“No Lauren it’s not your fault that was mine,” Camila interjects, sniffling lamely and trying to think of how to fix this without humiliating herself. “Fuck I’ve just… I’ve wanted to kiss you for the longest time but never like that…” and welp she just confessed that by mistake, “you’re just, you’re pretty drunk Lo and I don’t want to be that person who saves you one night only to take advantage of you myself the next,” she explains nervously, hoping Lauren won’t realize this and get mad at her.
“Camz…” Lauren trails off sadly, knowing now what the younger girl is so saddened by. “Camila you didn’t though, you stopped because you’re a good person, you’re an amazing person actually, not many people would stop at that point, trust me I’d know,” Lauren notes sadly as she pulls Camila closer to her on the bed so she can wipe some more tears that have mostly stopped falling after that moment of weakness that they started to.
“I’m just sorry still okay? I’m sorry if you felt at all like… I don’t know what I’m sorry for but-”
“I know what you’re sorry for and I forgive you,” Lauren finishes for her, not wanting the younger girl to stress and lying down on the bed with a soft smile thrown towards Camila gesturing for her to lie down too. It’s almost eleven but Lauren can’t find it in herself to want anything other than time with only Camila. She kind of wishes she stayed sober so she could enjoy it more. “Now can we nap?” she asks with a smile in her voice that Camila can’t deny.
“How long have you wanted to kiss me?” Lauren whispers into the silence once they’ve settled down next to each other.
Camila laughs dryly for a moment before deciding to give an honest answer, “I think the first day of chemistry.”
“That’s a long time,” Lauren notes after another moment of silence taken to absorb the information, taking a longer moment and a deep breath before continuing, “I’ve wanted to kiss you since you offered to carry my bag for me when I was on crutches.”
Camila’s breath hitches in her throat at that. Does that mean- this whole time she’s been pining it hasn’t been a one way street? She hasn’t wasted a year and a half following this girl like a lost puppy?
“I’m-” Camila goes to answer but Lauren immediately cuts her off.
“Planning to kiss me on monday when we’re both sober? Same here, bet I’ll beat you,” Lauren teases and Camila feels her face go red but she also feels a smile bigger than one she’s had in awhile and she realizes this is the happiest she’s been in weeks or in forever since Lauren Jauregui just admitted she kind of liked her at least a little bit. “Now take a nap, Alexa knows we’re up here so she’ll tell Dinah where you are if she’s looking later.”
And - Camila might have noticed that wait if Alexa knew they’d both be here then she must have known ahead of time that they would be and that maybe Lauren had a plan to at least get Camila up here at all and Alexa did invite her with the purpose of helping out so maybe - but she’s on cloud nine and that’s too much thought for cloud nine.
Cloud nine is instead a place that she allows herself to curl into Lauren’s chest and take a nap while music blasts and people party a floor below them.
She doesn’t know how long they nap but it’s not long enough before she’s being tapped on the shoulder then shaken a little more roughly.
“Mila get your ass up we gotta be home in like ten minutes,” Dinah whisper shouts into her ear and Camila takes a second to burrow into the warmth she’s on before remembering the warmth is Lauren and blushing, fighting the urge to squeal, and sitting up slowly.
She thinks about waking up Lauren, so she does.
“Lo,” Camila urges quietly, shaking her shoulder gently then rubbing down her arm. “Lo I’m going home, I’ll see you in school?” she offers and Lauren lets out a sleepy sigh that makes Camila’s heart melt, as she gives up waking her up because Lauren sleeping is too cute and paces a kiss on her forehead before heading out.
Dinah decides Lauren might not be that bad on the ride home when Camila vents about how amazing she is, finally open about her not so little crush.
“Fu-”
“I’m so sorry Camila I don’t even, I don’t know why I did it and I don’t know why I was a bitch about it but I’m sorry,” Hailee apologizes as soon as Camila makes it to the lunch table on the following Monday ready to flip her off. “I was going through shit with Brianna and I was drunk and I thought if I played it off with humor, you know like I do everything else, that you wouldn’t be mad,” Hailee continues, and Camila’s still mad but Hailee Steinfeld is an actual puppy dog so it’s hard to hold a straight face.
She’s not going to cave though, not right away anyways, maybe make her grovel a little bit, maybe make her pay, maybe get someone to hookup with one of Hailee’s crushes and-
Her thoughts are cut off by a pair of lips crashing into hers. No actually crashing isn’t really the right word for it. They collide, softly yet firmly and they’re so soft and supple and okay a little chapped but not the bad type of chapped, just more firm and Camila doesn’t mind because Lauren tastes like strawberries and camila always knew she would because of the strawberry gum that she used to chew in math, and she doesn’t stick her tongue in her mouth but it does graze over her lower lip in a way that makes Camila’s stomach flutter in the best of ways and it isn’t long because they’re in the middle of the cafeteria but it’s everything Camil had hoped it would be, even for all the times she insisted she wasn’t hoping for it.
“Looks like I beat you,” Lauren grins as she finally pulls away and Camila matches the grin and thinks that getting a crush on Lauren Jauregui was definitely a good idea.
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